“Won’t you sit down?” The bald man asked her. “We have so much to talk about and I would hate for you to be sore afterwords. Good. Good. Now let us begin.” He smiled showing off what Rowan believed were sharpened teeth and a split tongue. This man looked almost reptilian except for when his mouth was closed and he looked perfectly normal.
“I am Edmund Skyscale though you can call me Edmund. I’m the head of the Council of the Hidden in this area.”
“The hidden?” Rowan looked at him blankly. A couple of the other members glanced at him briefly out of worry.
“Yes. The hidden. You may not realize this but there are creatures other than humans in this world who are both sentient and humanoid. Some people call us monsters, others myths. We live among humans and hide ourselves to keep ourselves safe.” He sighed loudly. “God. I sound like someone from a poorly written supernatural romance novel. I’m sorry we expected that you would already know this stuff. I certainly didn’t expect you to know nothing.”
“I don’t understand.” She stammered.
“I didn’t expect you to. It is a lot to take in all at once.”
“That’s impossible. I’m sure I’m just being pranked. I should probably go.” She stood and backed up to the door.
“Who would have pranked you?” A woman asked. She had long white hair and her eyes were covered with a scarf. She removed the scarf revealing bright purple eyes. “It certainly wouldn’t have been the man you call father. He doesn’t even know where you live. He believes you live in a better place than you actually do. It’s not like you have anyone else either. Humans tend to be scared of you. So who could be prank in you?”
“Scar.” Ordered Edmund. “Stop scaring the poor girl.”
“That is all stuff you could have learned through a little research.” Rowan exclaimed. “It means nothing.”
“Is it? Sorry I had no idea.” Scar chuckled.
A woman with bright red hair stood up. Flames jumped behind her eyes, or so it seemed. She held a hand up and it erupted in flame. “Please don’t go.” She begged. “We need you to help us.”
“Pyra.” Warned Edmund. “There is absolutely no reason to scare the poor girl.”
“If only there were more qualified people in this area. Than I wouldn’t need to deal with things like this.” He mumbled to himself.
“Hey.” An unremarkable woman with grey hair and blue eyes exclaimed. “We are more than qualified.” She looked at Rowan and smiled. “I hope my little Albin treated you well.”
Rowan still stood staring at this bizarre group of people. “How… How is that possible? No one should be able to do that.” She finally managed to say.
“How is this so unbelievable.” Asked a man with brown hair and gloved hands. “From what I understand you aren’t a stranger to strangeness.”
“B… but how?”
“Now look what you’ve done.” Edmund mumbled to himself. Aloud he addressed Rowan. “We are the hidden of course this is possible. Scarlet is a see of sorts. Pyra is a phoenix, and believe it or not but Greg here is a Memory Thief. I understand that you’re able to read the memories of objects. Is this correct?”
“I mean I do see strange things whenever I touch old objects. But that’s not normal. Im delusional. There is no way I’m one of you.”
“Yet you are. In fact you are one of the most prized type of hidden in our society. You are a rememberer.”
“A rememberer.” He replied.
“Is that even a word?”
“Of course it is. It’s just not a very common word. Essentially you are able to read the memories of objects, but you can’t read the memories of humans, any living creatures, or anything that was alive within a year ago. Your kind usually acts as private investigators, police; and help keep our society from turning chaotic. At least you did until 40 years ago.” He explained.
“What happened 40 years ago?”
“Something terrible. An entire family of rememberers were found murdered in their own home. A few days later it happened to another family and then another. The remaining rememberers went into hiding. We have been unable to find any to help us solve this case. That is until now of course.” Edmund smiled. “And that is where you come in. We want you to use your abilities to find the killer or killers. We will pay you handsomely.”
“I don’t know if I can even do what you want, but I’ll at least try.”
“Good. Then we have a deal.” He held his hand out. The other Council members watched with interest.
Rowan stared at his hand with minor amazement. When she noticed everyone else watching she grabbed his hand firmly and shook once. “We have a deal.”