She raised her hand into the air and signaled Daimon to come closer. Within minutes, he walked towards Gwendolyn with a chair in his hand. And she thought Daimon would bring a jar full of Sangria too. Seems like Scorpio’s taste in food is preventing the tall beautiful man from feasting on something he’s unfamiliar with. ‘How overly cautious.’ Gwendolyn thought. Daimon was eating something out of a banana leaf and it smells heavenly too. At the sight of the sunset hitting his face, Gwendolyn can’t help but smile. This is going to be her life once the Dark Druid has been contained and punished for his crimes. Now, all that’s left is to wait for Geralt of Cecilli to come and descend from the stars once more. While they were landing on the Helicopter, Daimon kept telling her to be wary of Lucas’s moves. And it annoyed the hell out of her when he’s being so overprotective of her. Not only that, but Daimon had been a bit rude to Lucas. Lucas was only asking her harmless questions, y
It was funny that he always seemed to find himself doing the same thing when had nothing better to do. Jeremy glanced up from the book he held in one hand and looked around. The seats were filling up and the Keepers were rushing in one by one or two by two. He spotted Jack and Nad, as well as familiar faces from the Fortress of Thiradone. Darlene was sitting beside him, both of them sitting in the right end corner just in case Landon cried. It was already 7:45AM and the Elder announced that the assembly would start by 8 o’clock, sharp. Which would mean that the three were about to come soon. The three bearers of the souls of the Celestials. He closed the book and straightened up from the seat in which he had been sitting for the past hour, sipping coffee and reading at the same time. “Did you bring extra coffee for me?” Darlene asks with a smile as she rocks Landon to sleep, the little one sleeping soundly on her arms. “I did.” He answered proudly. Because he was sure that he
It’s not like Pipper to concern himself with things that aren’t any of his business. The rational part of his brain tells him to let it go and simply be thankful that there’s another survivor, but his heart is saying something else. Something questionable about what happened. And how Lucas managed to survive. He looked around and his head was spinning as time seemed to slow down. Slowing, slowing…and stopping. It’s Lucas, back leaned against the chair with stark blue eyes staring at him. Eyes flashing defiance. “Pipper, are you alright? You seemed tense.” Pipper laughs softly. “Maybe not. I’ve always disliked assemblies like this. We have had them since we were kids. And the normies always bullid us whenever we are at one, saying we don't belong there...” As the two conversed, Cecilli and Dalton watched how the two acted. It’s not just Pipper who has an odd feeling with this man. It’s how Lucas' actions had changed. His strong personality was charismatic before. Now he seems para
The shift. He’d been expecting it, but still Vernon’s stomach twisted and his head clouded, vision gray, for a moment. The ship left the natural gravitational pull from the random emerges of whirlpools. If he had been standing, the brief moment of instability would have toppled him over. Four shadows stood over the bow of the ship. The young man was sitting beside his sister, she was holding his hand nervously. His left hand was squeezed tightly, and he turned to face towards the Sorcerer he met in the kitchen when he searched for Yves. Leeno’s face was pale and sweat beaded on his forehead. His mouth opened, and he sucked in a deep breath. Leeno had never been in space before. His sister — the cook named Leona hadn’t either; she sat behind them, next to Vernon. Her breath puffed loudly. “Here,” Vernon said from Leoo’s other side. He held up a bottle of water. “It’ll help.” Leeno swallowed deeply and took the water with a grateful look. He drank a few mouthfuls and then moaned.
“I will go have dinner prepared and bring it up to your room. If possible, can you get Dalton and Pip too? Those two are still sleeping on the meadow, right?” “Sure, I will get them later.” The Sorcerer turned away and Kane went inside the bathroom. His head was swimming with too many thoughts. The bathroom was warm, a stark contrast to the rest of the house. He recalled the practice he had with the Sorcerers. How intense they were. He even remembered when Tahani yelled at him for being soft on the Sorcerers. So he used his power to drag all of them along to the waterfalls. A deep pool swirled, and a short waterfall cascaded from above. It was the voice inside his head’s idea, really. “Ingenious,” Kane whispered. ‘I am.’ The deep voice answered. There was what could only be a toilet in front of him, rustic as it was. Kane eyed it for a moment, reminded of porta-potties on Earth. It was a bit distasteful, and then he noticed the sound of water running through it. Self-cleaning
He’s almost home when he hears the voices.It’s not like Lerroy to concern himself with things that aren’t any of his business. The rational part of his brain tells him to keep walking, while his feet choose that very moment to stage chaos. He finds himself slowing, slowing…and stops.It’s Lucas, back flush against the dank alley wall, eyes flashing defiance. “Good day, Lerroy. Can you please open the door? I kind of forgot my key.”Lerroy had seen that kind of look somewhere. The look on Lucas’s eyes gives him the chills, making him stiff. From the moment he saw walking past the fruit bearing trees, Lerroy knew Lucas changed. Just like Raphael. “Sure.” But he still humors him. But he doesn’t trust him, and Lucas knows this. If Lucas is really Lucas. For Lerroy, it’s a challenge. “Have you eaten?”Lerroy approached the door, and as he did, Lucas tried to place his hand against Lerroy’s shoulder. “Don’t you touch me –”“Oh, sorry.” The taller man steps back smoothly, out of the range
The setting sun transformed the waters of the sea into a vast ocean of molten gold, the sky painted with swathes of purple, pink and copper. Leeno took in a deep breath, the sharp tang of saltwater filling his nostrils. A warm breeze was blowing, ruffling his hair slightly and he closed his eyes for just a moment, savoring the feeling of it, trying to forget everything else but this moment. Even so, his mind kept dragging itself back to the Celestial being in his dreams. Blue eyes, hair that looks like a lion’s mane and then he was wearing a red and white tunic with a hint of blue. Leeno glanced at the woman beside him. His sister, Leona had taken off her sandals and she walked barefoot on the white sandy beach, pausing every few steps to wriggle her toes in the sand as if she was trying to get more sand in between her toes. Her face seemed to mirror what he felt inside, a keen determination to just not think about other things, to cease worrying about what had happened and what wo
After hearing what Pip had said, Dalton wished he didn’t ask. Betrayed, shocked and baffled was an understatement at that point but he had to wrap her mind around this. Because one, Pip isn’t a liar. Two, he also did notice the changes in Lucas. “What do you mean? As in… Is Lucas not really him? But a creation of the Dark Druid? A creature called Golind? A giant morphed with darkness?”Pip nodded grimly. “Yes, the creature consumed them and maybe he has the power to mimic the beings that he consumed. I noticed how odd Lucas was. Like he wasn’t himself. And that night at the school, while he was guarding everyone — especially the gate when the dark creatures attacked. All of my hypotheses were proven to be true.” “Then what are you still standing here for! A creature created by the dark druid is parading here and we don’t even know it?! Let’s go tell the Supremes now!” Dalton slammed his hand against the marbled tiles. Pip grimaced. “You know that this place — the Sorcerers has a cl