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Malacaster: Innocence and The Reject

Night’s Angel

Chapter 1

It was early into the evening. The sun bearing touching the horizon. And for an innocent child no more than six summers old, the upcoming night welcomed her brother ten winters older than her, to the ranks of the chosen.

Light green scales coated the child’s frame, aside her orange and white feathers falling from the crown of her head down the length of her back. To a long tail she would have to grow into. From where she sat watching her brother with her blue sky eyes.

For an avatile to not be born without magic was rare. And for those few, they were chosen by the ancient guardians. The reason believed was that the chosen were born to channel the power of the gods. And little Aithenas’ brother was the next to be chosen.

Her brother was taller than most his age, with orange feathers and rich green scales. Despite his focus he longed to be with friends and one female with clear sky blue feathers and navy blue scales. But his duty forced him to repress his wants and desires.

With the rains a few days away, A strong vessel was needed to channel the fury of Gagliuso, King of storms. Aithenas sat with brother as he prayed. “You must be bored, little one,” a female avatile said. the small child looked to the voice.

She was taller than most males. Her white feathers and scales reflected the light into tiny rainbows. As did her soft eyes. the child looked to her brother who’s jaw had gone slack from the sight. “I’m a little too old for you,” the female said, “young priest.”

He turned his eyes down. “Forgive me,” he said. “I must thank you for your honesty,” she said. The child gigiled. “Aithenas,” he chided. The female moved closer to the child, bending over to tease the young priest. “Aithenas. What a pretty name” the female said.

“What’s your name?” the child asked. “My name is Aithenas as well,” the female answered, her tail waved drawing the young priest’s eyes again. the orange crown feathers fanned open for a second. He shook his head, forcing his urges under control.

“Relax, young priest,” she said, “the high priestess is a prude.” The male blinked. “You’re going to be chosen by Gagliuso,” she said “live a little, don’t be a prude.” he looked at his sister with a sigh. “Go,” the older female said, “I watch her for you.”

He nodded and left them. “The priestess is not going to be happy,” the child said. “Don’t mind her,” the female said, “your brother is going to have a dangerous task ahead of him.” The child tilted her head, blinking.

“After tonight he and Gagliuso have to find someone and bring them here,” the female avatile said, her multicolored eyes dimming. “I can help,” the child said, “It won’t be dangerous if I’m there.” “You’re right, you will be with him,” the avatile said.

They sat and played till the night dawned. Then followed the growing crowd gathering to watch the ceremony. A handful of priests stood before the altar as warriors displayed their skill with weapons and spells alike.

“I wish I had magic” the child watching the display of power and balance. “Oh, but are you not one of the chosen, yourself?” the older female asked. “Yeah,” the child looked down at her clawed feet, “but the real Aithenas hasn’t chosen a vessel in a long time.”

“The high priestess seems to think otherwise,” the older female said. “Because she thinks she is Aithenas,” the child said. “That’s just silly,” the female said. the child nodded. “You want to know why she hasn’t chosen a vessel?” she asked.

The child blinked looking up at the female. “Because I don’t feel the time is right,” the female said, “things are happening and our people must face a grave test.” “But that means people will get hurt,” the child said.

“Sadly yes,” the female said, “but these things must happen.” the child blinked again the understanding beyond her. “They must fall down to get back up,” the female said, “our people are about to become part of a bigger world.”

The female’s eyes turn to the altar. The child looked back to the altar as well. They watched as the hopefuls were led before the altar. A number of long boring speeches were given. The female pulled the child up into her lap.

Little Aithenas could see her brother with the other hopefuls. They each held a long metal staff. A prayer was said calling forth the power of the storms. Lightning danced across the dark sky. flashes of blue white light, lit the area for seconds at a time.

The five hopefuls chanted. As they tried to harden themselves against the oncoming danger. They raised their staffs to the storm in challenge of Gagliuso. who answered with blighting light and a deafening roar.

Two of the hopefuls lay fallen, the staffs discarded. There was a pause as the fallen were pulled to safety. The remaining cried out a second challenge to the storm. Aithenas’ brother sounded more like a roar than a shout.

The second challenge was answered in the same manner. one more fell. even before the fallen could be removed. Aithenas’ brother rose from his knees and roared back his challenge. His voice echoed the storm above.

He discarded the staff and pushed himself into the air meeting the next bolt head on. The action had never been seen before. The bolt took the form of the great dragon. meeting and infusing the young priest with power.

In a breath the two became one. And with a bellowing roar the young priest commanded the storm to disperse. His scale turned to copper as his once orange feathers changed to match the storm above. Gagliuso landed his back to the onlookers.

He fell to his knee, discharging power back into the night. “See,” the older Aithenas said, “no one in a thousand years made themselves the chosen vessel.” The child’s eyes looked into the night sky as the clouds parted. Something didn’t feel right.

Even as the night went on and two other vessels were chosen, little Aithenas could only look into the night sky. She had felt joy that her brother was chosen. But a grim fear grew in her from the star lit sky. “What’s the matter little one?” Aithenas asked.

“I don’t know,” the child answered, “Something bad is coming.” The vessels spoke quietly, dismissing the priestess from their cause. After a few minutes, they gave the high priestess orders. she gave them a look of disgust but obeyed.

“People,” she called to the onlookers, “The Guardians command that everyone take shelter in the temple and call forth wards.” “Hmm,” Aithenas thought to herself. Voices spoke throughout the crowd. “Are monsters coming?” the child asked.

“Yes,” she answered, “We must get you to your brother.” Stars moved, burning across the sky. “They're coming,” the child yelled, pointing out the moving lights. Others looked to the skies. Shouts echoed across the field as many began to panic.

With a voice of thunder, the storm spoke over all. “GET INTO THE TEMPLE” he commanded. As the lights drew closer the guardians stepped forth to meet the threat. Most of the crowd had reached the temple when the wards rose over it, sealing many outside.

And all but one guardian trapped within. Then the monsters fell from the lights in the sky. Large metal beings. They hit the earth without care of their impact. “NAME YOURSELVES” Gagliuso commanded the beings. There were a dozen or so of them.

“Shit,” Aithenas said to herself “Mages here? How?” Everything was still. Only a handful of warriors were not trapped in the temple. The rest didn’t know combat magic and were helpless. Thankfully the only child outside was little Aithenas hiding behind her.

The lead being spoke its voice odd and hollow. “Capsure the warriors and the guardian,” it said “Kill the rest.” The air grew still with the hum of power building on both sides. the light above drew closer.

“Run,” Aithenas said to those closest to her. With that a bloody battle began. Gagliuso roared out thunder and lightning, destroying three of the beings in one blast. the lead monster had stepped to one side, matching with a blow of pure force.

Gagliuso took the hit, blocking it from the others around him. bursts of flame lashed out melting one being in slag. As ice drove another back. Little Aithenas watch as the ground shook and spikes shot out, ripping the three priests apart.

All she could do was scream. Heads turned to her. “Capsure the child,” the leader ordered. Aithenas bellowed a roar of pure white light. Knocking a number of the beings back and crashing into one another.

Aithenas whispered a word and the child fell limp, sound asleep. Aithenas collected the child and made her way to the Gagliuso. It wasn’t a long run but moving over the dead and wounded was anything but easy.

Gagliuso was weak after using so much power. He had also been rooted in place by more of the stone spikes cutting into and out of his legs and arms. one of the lights had landed revealing a large metal vessel like a ship but bigger. The warriors had all fallen to the beings.

“I failed,” Gagliuso said, looking over the lost battle. “No, we have more to do,” Aithenas said, “trust me, this is not in vane.” The leader struck Aithenas across the face with its hand. “Too easy,” it said. Aithenas dropped the child and rolled.

“Please, go,” Gagliuso said, “Aithenas, they will need you more than me.” The leader picked up the child by the neck. “Tell them to release the shield,” it said, “or I will snap her neck.” “We can’t,” he said, gasping from the pain.

“Call your dogs off,” Aithenas said. It tilted its head. It threw the child to the ground. “Cage her,” it said. The child woke up long enough to watch herself being thrown into a metal box. Aithenas stood, one of the stone spikes broke off into her shoulder.

The metal beings retreated to the ship with their catch. Two of the beings ripped Gagliuso from the spikes dragging him to the ship as well. Another pulled the cage holding the child. The leader’s head tilted back to the ship.

“Small fish,” it said, turning and walking away. Aithenas let her rage take her as she roared out another blast of light into one of the ships still in the air. The blast ripped through the ship with explosive force.

The ship took to the night sky with ease. Rising into the darkness. The avatiles were made to watch as other ships lifted off the ground as far as the eye could see. They watched in horror as they were lifted from their homes.

Soon they watched as the whole of the world came into view just to shrink into a dot. no rest was given as they were thrown, pushed, dragged and pulled from holding space to another. From one ship to another.

Cages of scared children put in a line. Some were put into pods. As others were killed outright. Aithenas’ cage was pulled off the line. “Not, that one,” the leader from before said, “She’s a priestess, and will make a fine gift for the queen.”

Chapter 2

Gagliuso did not scream when they cut off his legs. He did not scream as they cut off his arms. He held himself at peace as they made him into a monster like them. He laughed as they tried to take his mind.

“We are Gagliuso, King of storms,” he laughed. Lightning ripped the mage holding him down apart. “It’s a reject,” Another mage said as four more came to remove him. “No,” he said, knocking them back and getting to his feet, “We are rejecting you.”

“Terminate the reject” a voice ordered. He laughed, sending changes of electricity throughout the chamber. His new arms ripped through the metal shells of the mages. sending volts through them he made short work of clearing a path of them.

He reached a corridor, and was met with an odd sight. A creature holding a pulse rifle. How he knew what the weapon was called was beyond him. but the creature holding it was an odd matter. She was a powerful caster. But the box in her neck was blocking it.

But her weapon was being powered by her magic. Her focus tightened on him, there was a moment of understanding. The shot from the rifle zipped past his head. He turned to see the mage behind him had taken the shot to the eye.

Then he understood what these monsters, these mages were. Weaponizes prisons. And this was the fate of his people. with a kick he shot the trapped soul away knocking over a handful of others. “Please I have to find my sister,” he asked, turning back to the other creature.

She gave a soundless sigh, and waved for him to follow her. He did so, having to slow down a few times so she could lead. After passing through a few doors the green feathered bird pointed to a panel next to the door.

Gagliuso punched the panel and sent a jolt through it. The door slammed shut with a small hiss and a thud. The bird shrugged and moved on. He could feel an ancient power drawing closer. “You feel that?” he asked.

The bird gave him a questioning look. “I’m not sure,” he said as they stopped on either side of the next passageway, “it’s something very old.” She smiled, with simple signs she said “Just wait, you’ll see.”

“This curse does have some blessings,” he said. She rolled her eyes. She signed “whistle.” He did. A second later a mage stood between them. “Hey, I’m not done with you,” a deep voice said. Then came a loud bang and the mage fell over.

The mage was missing part of its head. “Ow” the avatile said, shaking his head. the bird clapped her talons as she turned to greet the voice. “Hey there, sexy,” the voice said. the bird signed something. “New friend?” the voice asked.

Gagliuso turned the corner to be met by another creature bigger than the mages. It had no scales or feathers, just fur and dark skin. The right arm was a mix of metal and stone. It smiled. “What’s your name kid?” it asked.

“We are Gagliuso,” he answered, “and I’m looking for my sister.” “Right the latest catch,” the man said, “looks like you’re a reject.” The avatile growled, “No, I just didn’t let them take his mind.” there was a quiet hiss from the man’s neck.

“Got it,” he said, “young kid, old god, and switch around like a light.” The bird signed, “Funny you say that. He uses electricity.” “So he’s a walking light switch.” the man said. “I think Switch would be fine for now,” the bird signed.

“Very well. Switch, let’s go find your sister,” the man sighed, “Damn lost cause.” “Would these monsters really turn a child into one of them?” Switch asked. “Child? No, your age maybe, mostly.” the man said “but kids.” He paused.

the bird signed to the avatile, “What made them leave the planet so quickly?” “It said something about small fish,” he answered. The other two gave the other a look. “We’ve got to move fast,” the man said. The man spoke into an earpiece.

“Novabell and bliss will look for her,” the man said, “We need to get the goods and get off this ship.” “Why? What about my sister?” switch asked. “You have gods, right?” the man asked. “Just us, the gardens,” the avatile said.

“Put simply,” the man said, “Your gardens are nothing next to what’s coming.” Thoughts of a being older than even the stars enter the avatile’s mind. “Aithenas did say her uncle was insanely powerful,” the avatile said, “but it can’t be him.”

“Is or not,” the man said, “the fastest way to get him involved is to drag kids into the mess.” They ran through the corridors. They hit several storerooms as they went. The avatile said nothing but questioned the logic behind these stops and the items they collected.

After they hit the last stop they made their way back to their transport. “Bliss, Nova,” the man said into his earpiece, “shopping’s done, we’ll hold down the fort.” the man paused. “Please don’t forget the kid,” the man added, “we have her brother here.”

“Switch,” the man asked after a second pause, “What’s her name? Wait, opening the mic.” “Tairaroot, stop playing around, what’s the kid’s name?” a voice asked. “Aithenas, her name is Aithenas,” the avatile yelled. “Ok, settle down there sweety,” the voice said, “and what’s your name?”

“We’re Gagliuso,” he answered. “Alright, Nova has a voice sample,” the voice said “we will find her.” “Please, she’s the next high priestess,” Gagliuso added, panic in his voice. “Wait, high priestess,” the voice asked, “oh, that changes things.”

There was a pause. “Whisp, get him on the ship and set up on the com,” the voice said “when. WHEN we find her. We need you to talk to her.” The man nodded to the door behind him. The bird led the avatile through the door and on to a smaller ship.

He was seated in front of a flat light. A screen? such odd things. The bird did something on the screen. A few seconds later the avatile heard a buzzing in his head. It hurt. The bird did something else and the pain was gone.

“Sorry about that.” the bird signed, “What they did to you made it so you can understand us.” “Tairaroot, leave wisp with him,” a metallic female voice said, “We don’t need to leave him in there alone.” “I will tell her,” he thought. “Oh, that was fast,” the other voice said.

“The metal voice said you should stay with me on the ship,” he said. “And we have his brain linked to the com system,” the other voice said. The man called back from the door, “Babe, you linked his mind to the com, we’re picking up his thoughts.”

The bird month something. “Ok, Switch,” the other voice said, “I’m Bliss, just stay calm and do as I say.” Bliss gave simple instructions to fix the problem. “Found her,” the metal voice said, “she is not far from our location.”

The room was too bright. The air was dry, and too hot. She couldn’t smell anything. And those monsters were everywhere. She couldn’t get the nightmare to end. The collar around her neck was heavy and hurt. It had a bright red light that flashed and beeped anytime she touched it.

She stayed huddled in the corner as far from the door as she could get. Her eyes were dry and burned. Her throat hurt and felt like she tried to eat sand again. She begged her namesake to just let this be a bad dream. That her brother would wake her up any second.

Anything but another monster. The door opened. there stood another one. Its blank formless face looking right at her. She hid behind the fan of feathers on her arms. “Aithenas, her name is Aithenas,” she heard her brother’s voice. but it wasn’t his voice. It didn’t sound right.

But it said her name. it stepped into the empty room and moved to the side. Something in bright pink and blue fur followed the monsters. It was talking. she couldn’t understand what it was saying. The monster was speaking without a month. all the child understood was “We’re Gagliuso.”

The furry one spoke. But the monster didn’t answer. It nodded slowly. It turned to her moving closer. It got low holding out a webbed paw. It spoke slowly, as if it was trying to repeat the words. “Aithenas,” it said, “your brother Gagliuso sent us to get you.”

She blinked at it a few times lowering her arms. It was odd looking, but didn’t look mean. It took something from a pouch on its leg. It held it up for her to see, speaking to no one again. Then it slowly said, “Let me put this on you and you can talk to him yourself.”

She nodded slowly. It moved a little closer and put the item on her head. setting a round piece on her ear. It made a sign with its thumb before moving away. She mimicked the sign. The item buzzed her in her ear. She was about to rip it off when she heard a voice.

“Aithenas, Aithenas, can you hear me,” her brother’s voice said. “Brother?” she asked, shaking. “Thank the Guardians,” he said, “are you hurt?” “No,” she said, “Brother I’m scared. The monsters, they were doing bad things to other children.”

The monster in front of her was looking right at her as she spoke. “Brother one of them is here now” she said “It used your voice.” There was a long pause. “The monster is with the pink and blue one.” her brother said, “She will help you get to me.”

“She?” the child asked, “I don’t like her.” “I didn’t like me either,” the monster said, “They did the same to me as they did to the others.” The child blinked, slowly standing up, keeping her back to the wall.

“They did bad things to the other children and some of them stopped breathing?” the monster asked. She nodded slowly, sinking back down. The monster said something to the furry one. Then it left the room. The roar of flames followed after.

“Aithenas,” her brother said, “please go with them.” The furry one reached over to pick her up. She backed into the wall again but let it pick her up. It was soft and warm like a blanket. It followed after the monster. It sang softly. She closed her eyes.

“Ok, she’s out cold.” the otter said, holding the child avatile close to him. “I’ll going to kill every last one of the fuckers.” the mage said. “What did I miss,” bliss said, hopping to keep up. “They were killing the kids they took,” the mage answered, “The ones without magic.”

“Bastards,” Bliss said, “this is a new low.” The mage stormed down the passage. “Look we could go on a killing spree later,” Bliss said, “If he’s in the area, he will find out. And I don’t want to be here for that.”

“Alright we got the kid,” Bliss said, “she’s asleep, she might be dehydrated and hungry, but she should be fine.” They walked in silence. Level by level they made their way back to the small ship. The otter paused once they hit the level their ship was on.

“Why did you stop?” the mage asked. “Wait for it,” he said, “Whisp, check the systems, any solar activity?” “She says there is,” Switch answered, “But it’s not coming from the star.” “Then it’s time.” Bliss said.

“NO,” the mage said. “why not?” Bliss asked. “It’s not a movie,” the mage answered. “Hon, just because you’re in a can doesn’t mean you have to live like a can,” the otter said, “Switch, Switch, love, there should be an icon on the screen that says “escape route” click it. Please and thank you.”

No sooner had the tempo started that the lights all turned red. “I’m going to kill you after this,” the mage said, starting to run. The otter sang the lyrics to “Holding out for a hero,” by Bonnie Tyler. Still running with the child in his arms.

“Nova, watermain,” he said, pointing to a pipe coming up ahead of them. the mage flick a hand. A bolt of flame hit the pipe causing it to burst. “Come on, come on” the otter hissed. two other mages stepped around the corner and under the water falling.

“Gotach,” the otter hissed, adding a spell and a wave of his free hand. The two mages were frozen solid in the water. “All yours, hon,” he said, slowing down out of the mage’s path. The mage charged the frozen foes.

She slammed her fist into the closer of the two. Both the frozen mage and her hand shattered on impact. With a shoulder check the other fell over and smashed into pieces. The otter drew some of the water from the pipe into a floating set of rings around him and the small child.

The otter shifted some of the water into a set skates to increase his speed and steddy the kid. “Better” he said, “Alright you sexy son of a bitch, I know you’re listening. Don’t destroy the ship, there are kids onboard.”

The otter got no answer. A shadow zipped past them and rounded a corner. When they reached the corner they found another mage crushed into the wall. “He’s pissed,” the otter said. “And why should he care about a bunch of kids?” the mage asked.

The otter stopped, turned and looked the mage right in the eye. “Because things as old as him,” the otter said, “can’t stand to see kids cry.” The mage looked at the child in the otter’s arms. The otter turned and stormed off down the hall.

The mage followed. Three more mages rounded the next corner. The otter flicked his wrist causing one of the rings of water to zip off at the mages. two of the mages’ heads fell off their necks before they could even react.

Third’s head snapped around as if hit with a blowing ball. They made it back to the small ship. The mage and the human got on to the ship. The older avatile came to collect the child. The otter sealed off the passage before loading onto the ship.

The otter sat in the pilot’s seat and commanded the ship to detach from the larger ship. Once clear of the larger ship the otter sighed. A few seconds later the larger ship vanished into a void. “Bliss,” Switch said, “there’s a message for Winston.”

The otter sat up and hit a few buttons. the message opened in front of him. “Thank you. I’ll see you soon. P.S. They’ll be just fine.” the message read. The otter smiled. “Ok, Switch, welcome to the Warlocks,” he said, “we’ll fill you in on everything once we get back to base.”

Chapter 3

Aithenas dried a few tears. “And we never found out what happened to the kids on the ship.” she said. “And I thought watching my mother dying was bad,” the fox said sitting back. “Not for not,” Aithenas said, “all I have left is my brother. And he’s insane.”

“So you don’t believe,” Cornelius said. “That he carries the mind of our guardian god of storms,” the Avatile spat, “no, he went insane getting struck by lightning four times in a row and was saved by his magic.”

“What about the Caretaker?” he asked. “I haven’t seen him do anything special,” she answered. “I have,” he said, “he saved my life. Yeah, he put me in danger first but still. He could have let me fall to my death.”

“I’ve seen him do more than that,” the otter said from the doorway. He was leaning against the doorway, his pink and blue colors swirling and turning like a lava lamp. “If he is so powerful, why hasn’t he stopped this war,” the avatile spat, “WHY did my people have to die? If he could have stopped this from ever happening?”

“He has his reasons,” the otter answered, “Nothing is ever so black and white.” “Bull shit,” she yelled, “HE’S A GOD DAMN COWARD!” “Even gods have limits,” the otter said, his tone never shifting.

“Yeah, too much of a chicken shit to get his hands dirty,” she spat, sitting back again. “You don’t become the Caretaker of the great library of deeds,” the otter said, “without blood on your hands.” the otter shook his head.

“He never wanted this war,” Bliss said, “he has the power and the will to end it but he is bound by laws we could never understand.” “Yeah, the coward's code.” she spat again. “Look, Aithenas,” Cornelius said, “give it a chance. Maybe you’ve met another guardian and didn’t even know it.”

“You are really stupid,” she said before storming off. She stopped acrossing the main deck to see Novabell and Chartun coming out of the med bay. The feline was wearing old earth prosthetics. She was holding on to the metal human tightly.

“See, nice and slow,” Chartun said, “one step at a time.” “Easy for you to say,” the feline said, taking another step, “You don’t have to wear these things.” “That’s because I am one,” he said, a bitter note behind the words.

“You are a prosthetic?” she asked. “Yeah, I don’t have a body anymore,” he said, “for a lack of a better word. I’ve been dead for a long time.” “Really, like dead dead?” she asked. “Yeah,” he said, “I don’t remember much of what happened for myself, but with the Library, I have accounts of what happened.”

“It took a century before I could talk to anyone, and even longer to make this thing work,” he said. “Shit,” Novabell said, “and you were an angel?” “still am,” he noted, “Just not something I like to talk about.”

The feline was about to ask another question before she lost her footing. Chartun caught her and held her still till she had control again. Aithenas watch them make the slow trek across the room. They stopped at a crate where the feline sat down.

“Why is this so much harder?” the feline asked. “Forty years of having a computer doing all the work,” Chartun said. “Right,” she said. the feline paused trying to find the right question. “So is this what you used to look like?” she asked.

“No,” he said,” this was the form my host had on earth before magic was awakened there.” “Host?” she asked, “You possess people?” “Not out right.” he answered, “They're linked to the Library and I can interact with them.”

“Like I was?” she asked. “No, they have full control of themselves, mostly I just talk to them.” Chartun answered. “So, what made this one so special?” she asked. “He fought me every step of the way,” he answered.

“He sounds like an asshole,” she said. “Yes and no.” Chartun said, “he could be, if you got on his bad side. But he was one of the kindest people I know.” “So an asshole with a heart of gold?” she asked. “Yeah, something like that,” Chartun, said, “alright when you’re ready.”

“You say something like that?” she asked, “or is it that?” The feline took the hand and got back onto the feet. “Honestly,” he said, “It’s a hard answer to give.” “Oh, He has a contract with you or something?” she asked, watching her steps.

“More like he knows I’m talking about him,” Chartun said, “don’t, it will just make you head hurt.” “Yeah, it already happened,” she said, slowly shaking her head. “Let’s just leave it at, I care about him,” Chartun said.

Aithenas watched childish questions trying to fill her mind. “Yes, he had the same line of think you do,” Chartun said, his eye turning to her. “Oh, you mean he thinks you’re full of shit,” she spat. “That and he thought I was just a voice in the back of his head,” Chartun answered, “not even real.”

“Smart of him,” the avatile said. “Isn’t your birthday coming up?” he asked. “What’s it to you,” she spat, “and no wonder he was crazy, If he was that ugly, I’d go crazy too.” There was a pause when the young avatile felt the present behind her.

“I have killed for less,” Chartun’s voice said, “Do not test me, child. He was and is a good man.” “And cute as a button if you ask me,” Bliss said, holding a cup in his hand. “How the hell are you in two places at once?” she asked, still looking at the Chartun standing next to the feline.

“Magic,” the first Chartun answered, “and you don’t want to find out.” “But can we try it some time?” the otter asked. “Creep,” the avatile said, moving away from the other two. she turned and walked right into a third Chartun.

Which enclosed her in a hug. “But really,” he said, “What would you want for your birthday?” she pushed the metal human off her. “What I want is to go home. To see my people. my family, friends,” she said stepping back again, “I WANT THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE TO END!”

The young avatile bolt for her quarters before any of them could stop her. Once the door closed she fell to her knees crying. She dropped to her side, curling into a ball. The memories of that day returned again. She screamed.

The lifeless bodies being discarded without care. The cries of so many going unheard. All the hopeless prayers going unanswered. The monsters, faceless and cold. the pain from being thrown around like an unwanted toy.

“It doesn’t get any easier,” a long forgotten voice said. Aithenas covered her ears. “No, you’re not real,” she cried. “I feel their pain as much as you do,” the voice said. “Then why did you do nothing?”

“There was nothing I could do,” the voice answered, “Had I fought. More would have come and stopped at nothing to wipe us out.” “They already wiped us out,” the young avatile said, “It’s just my brother and I left.”

“You didn’t ask him?” the voice asked. “And get some twisted backward answer that means nothing,” she spat. “Don’t be so rough on him,” the voice said. “So, I’m the bad guy now,” she said “He could have done anything to stop them.”

“Yes, if he had the same freedom to act as you do,” the voice answered. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” she spat, rolling over. “When it comes to power the freedom to act is lost.” the voice said, a breath away from the avatile’s face.

Aithenas opened her eyes. Before her, laying on the floor next to her was the same prismatic avatile from that day. Aithenas screamed rolling to her feet. “No. NO. NO. NO!” she cried, “You’re not real. You can’t be real.”

“And why can’t I be real?” she asked. “It doesn’t matter,” the young avatile said. “Could it be that,” the prismatic avatile said. “NO. NO. NO.” the younger one cried, “Just shut up.” “That if I was real,” the prismatic one continued.

The younger one kicked at the prismatic one. the prismatic one gave a small wave of her hand. The younger of the two was sent flying across the room and onto the bed. just as she got her bearings, a great weight pinned her to the bed.

The prismatic avatile sat atop the younger one forcing their eyes to meet. “Because, if I was real,” she said slowly, drawing out the words, “You couldn’t keep blaming yourself. To put the weight of losing everyone on a six year old girl?”

The young avatile froze at the words. “To blame a helpless child,” the prismatic one said, “to blame a scared little girl.” the young avatile opened her mouth. “Don’t give me your excuses,” the Prismatic avatile said, “You can’t blame yourself for things you had no power over.”

“And if I wasn’t there you could have done more” the young avatile said, pushing against the pressure. “If that was the case,” the prismatic avatile said, “your brother would have killed himself.” “Don’t go there, Bitch,” the young avatile spat.

“You still have a lot to learn,” the prismatic avatile said. After a long pause the prismatic avatile was gone and the pressure holding Aithenas was left with her. She rolled to her side and cried herself to sleep. “Stupid bitch.”

Chapter 4

Her nightmares made what sleep she got was restless and uneasy. With a long yawn she woke. After years in the dark, cold, run down places. The ship was the nicest place she had been. Real beds. Not some cot under dripping pipes or by a rusted metal wall.

The room itself was small but it was still more room than she ever had. She showered and changed. She looked at herself in the mirror. For a breath, she thought she saw the prismatic avatile looking back at her.

She jumped and turned away. “I’m losing my damn mind,” she said to herself. The trek across the ship to the mess hall wasn’t a long one. But Aitheras didn’t feel like talking to anyone. And after her outburst yesterday, she didn’t think anyone wanted to talk to her.

The door to the mess hall hissed open. The lights blighted her when they came on. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” joyfully yelled the Warlocks. “What’s?” she asked as the shock settled in her mind. “Switch said it was your birthday,” the otter said.

There was something off about the way the otter looked. His colors were off somehow. his bright pink and blues were gone. His fur, a rich earthy brown and soft tan. He was taller and more masculine, but still lean and swift.

“Bliss?” she asked, this being the first time seeing this form. “Yeah, you can use my real name from time to time,” he said. The otter looked the young avatile over. “Rough night?” he asked. With a half nod, she waved it off.

“Don’t worry about yesterday,” he said, “We were all angry teens once.” The metal human jokingly started counting on his fingers. The two rolled eyes at him. The black and silver fox was sitting at one of the tables, two empty plates next to him and a third half cleared in front of him.

The feline sat across from him with a tall glass of mush she drank slowly. The dark skinned human was in the kitchen space filling the room with the sounds and smell of freshly cooked food. the little swallow darted between the tables refilling cups and removing dishes as she went.

“Come on hun,” the bird signed, “have some breakfast before Cornelius eats it all.” The avatile blinked. She checked her ear. She forgot her earpiece. But how could she understand Wisp now? She never knew what the hand signs really meant.

“Aithenas,” the metal human said, “don’t think too much about it. Someone gave you a gift of understanding. You’ll understand and can engage in any language the gift giver knows.” Then he pulled the otter into his lap laying his head on the otter’s shoulder. “cuddle time.”

As off putting as it was to her, it was still a sweet sight, almost cute even. “From what I understand, they have been dating for the past two hundred years,” Wisp signed. “Wait, Bliss is two hundred years old?” Aithenas asked.

“No, two hundred and fifty-ish years old,” the otter answered. “two hundred and fifty-three,” Chartun added, “you’re all kids next to me.” “Come on now,” the otter said, “you know I don’t like talking about my age.”

“Forget all that,” Jonathan said, “we baked a cake for the birthday girl.” With the swallow’s help they set the cake on one of the tables. “Is this what you mean when you say piece of cake?” Aithenas asked.

With a trained hand Jonathan spun a knife around his finger handing it to the young avatile. She took the knife and looked at the human. “Old earth tradition,” the man said, “It’s your cake, you get to cut it.” They all sang happy birthday.

The swallow helped the avatile cut into the cake. “Shit, we forgot the candles,” Jonathan said, as he was handed a slice of cake. “Candles?” she asked. “So you can make a wish on your birthday,” the swallow signed, “I think it’s cute.”

“She already made her wish,” Chartun said. The room turned to look at the metal human. “Stelernymph,” He answered, “there’s a reason why they say to wish upon a star.” Quiet stares watched him. “What?” he asked, “an angel has their secrets.”

“All I really want is to go home,” Aithenas said, “my home.” “I know,” Chartun said. he squeezed the otter closer to him. “And you say that like you can’t go back,” he added. “You said you chose to look like a past host,” she asked, “the one that always fought with you.”

“Yeah,” Chartun answered, “Why do you asked?” “Why did he think was insane?” she asked. There was a long pause as the metal human looked off as if at someone who wasn’t there. He looked down to the floor.

“He didn’t have any value in himself,” Chartun answered, “to the point. He thought people only saw him when they could get something out of him. And discard him right after.” He looked at the avatile.

“The link was the only thing I needed from him. Everything else was just me trying to be his friend.” He continued, “He wanted me to prove I was real. Then shut it down by saying. “Even if you did. It’s just all in my head.” And tell me to go away.”

“Why didn’t he believe you?” she asked. “Well. When you have a voice in your head saying they are a “god-like” being,” he answered, “And just wanted you to be you. Would you believe it?” She looked down.

“No,” she said softly, “I would think I was insane, and fight it every step of the way.” Aithenas sat at one of the tables with a plate of food and a piece of cake. The feline got to have some cake too. Aithenas enjoyed the cake. It was simple and sweet.

The feline set her fork down. “Is everything ok?” the fox asked. “Yeah, I just can’t eat that quickly,” the feline answered, “might make myself sick.” The swallow signed a comparison to the cake. “Better, if I could remember the last time I had some,” the feline answered.

“Which one?” the swallow signed. “Both,” the feline answered, looking at the fox with a small grin. The swallow watched the fox finish off the third plate he had and down the cake in just a few bites. the fox looked up.

His eyes had a soft glaze to them, slowly closing. The swallow quickly moved the dishes from the fox’s way. The fox’s head bobbed. The swallow gently took the fox’s head and rested it on the table. just a few seconds later the fox was sorning peacefully.

“Is he ok?” Aithenas asked. “Food coma,” Jonathan answered, “Poor boy was living off to next to nothing for years. Then had his whole body undergo twenty years of high level training in just five minutes.”

“And burning off most of his life force just days before,” Chartun added, “not to mention everything that happened the two days before that.” The feline looked away from the fox, with the reminder of the past few days. The fox burped.

Novabell’s eye return to the fox. “Shame a sweet kid like him got dragged into our hell,” the otter said. “No it’s a crime,” the feline said, petting the fox’s silver hair. “Novabell,” The otter asked. “Joana,” the feline answered, “My name is Joana.”

“Joana,” the otter said, “You know, you don’t have to fight anymore.” “Have to, and need to, means two different things.” She said, “I need to keep going because I have a reason to.” “Even without using your magic?” Chartun asked.

“We all have our cages,” she said, “mine just holds my demon.” “You’re a dancer?” Aithenas asked. “Was,” Joana answered, “I can barely even walk now.” The otter stood up and collated two pieces of cake.

He walked back over to the metal human and gave him a quick and simple kiss. “How about we enjoy this after you get him to bed,” the otter said. “Sounds good to me,” the metal human said, “Winston.” The feline and the avatile both smiled.

“Switch, give us a hand with the clean up,” Jonathan asked. The older avatile nodded. The otter left the room. “Ok, so it’s a little weird,” Aithenas said as the otter left, “But it is kinda cute.” “I knew him for almost twenty years,” Joana said, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen what he truly looks like.”

“Yeah, he’s a long story,” Chartun said, standing up. Joana pushed herself to her feet. “Oh,” Chartun asked picking up the sleeping fox, “going somewhere?” “Five more minutes, Mom,” the fox whined sleepy.

The feline looked around for her answer. “Now, that’s cute,” he said. She glared at him, a small blush to her face. “Aithenas,” he asked, “mind giving her a hand, please.” “Sure,” the avatile answered, “with what?”

“She just needs someone to hold onto as she walks,” he said. The avatile nodded and offered the feline an arm to hold onto. “Thank you,” the feline said, “as great shape I’m in. I have to move like I’m my age.” “You still are as pretty as from the video,” the avatile said.

“Video?” Joana asked. “Yeah, one of the shows you did,” Aithenas answered, “Cornelius, was watching it the other day.” “He was?” the feline asked. “Yeah, he turned it off just as it was getting good.” Aithenas said.

Three walked down the corridor. “Oh, this one was good for doing that to her fans,” Chartun said. “It was my passion,” the feline said, “just the feeling of all those people watching me. Some even longing for me.”

She looked off to the side. “But,” the metal human added. “But, there was always something missing,” she continued. After a long pause Aithenas asked, “Well what was missing?” Shyly Joana looked at the sleeping fox.

It took the young avatile a minute to make the connection. “Him?” she asked. “Well not him directly,” the feline said. “You saw the look on his face,” Chartun added as a door hissed open. “Yeah, I saw his face as he watched the video,” Aithenas said, “Doesn’t mean I know what you’re talking about.”

They entered the room. Chartun set Cornelius on the bed. “Thank you, Aithenas,” the feline said, “I think I got from here.” The feline walked slowly to the bed. Chartun help the feline sit on the edge of the bed.

“After you two are done,” He said in a knowing tone, “Come to the med bay. Both of you. We have to finish fixing you up.” “I thought this was it?” she asked, “that you did all you could do for me.” “And sometimes, you get to have your cake and eat it too,” he smiled.

He helped remove the prosthetics. Aithenas turn leaving the room. A moment later the metal human exited the room. The door hissed closed and gave a clicking noise. “Yes?” he asked. “Are you as powerful as they say you are?” Aithenas asked.

“Power is a tool. A means to an end.” He answered, “but in truth the only answer I can give you is a question.” “Always with the riddles,” she said. “Well, it sounds like you already have the answer,” he said. She paused.

“What does it mean to become a god?” he asked. “Easy,” she said, “I’d do whatever I want, whenever I want.” “Is it that simple?” he asked. “What do you mean?” she asked, “You have the power to do anything. What else is there?”

“That this war for example,” he answered, “You think it’s against casters right?” “Yeah,” she answered, “Casters can do things others can’t.” “So they have power?” he asked. “Yeah,” she answered.

“And so they are free to do whatever they want, whenever they want,” he said. “No, having power is a responsibility,” she said. “So the greater the power the greater the responsibility?” he asked. “Yeah,” she answered, “but I don’t see your point. You’re said to be a god in your own right.”

“Yes, I have a god-like power,” he said, “So, that means I have a god-like responsibility.” “I still don’t get it.” she said. “And the answer I found to that question,” he said, turning to face the young avatile, “is to become utterly powerless.”

He turned down the corridor and started walking. “Just think on that you’ll understand,” he said, “Now then, if you’ll excuse me. I have some catching up to do.” She nodded then shook the thought from her head. “eww.”

Chapter 5

The white and orange avatile sat on her bed. “How does becoming a god make someone powerless?” she asked. “Well for one the thing you have been talking to is not the Caretaker,” the prismatic avatile said sitting in a chair across the room.

“Are you the real Aithenas or just in my head?” the young avatile asked. “A little of both,” she answered. Aithenas looked at the other avatile. “I’m not here to fight with you,” the prismatic avatile said, “just trying to help.”

The young avatile shook her head. “I’ll make it easy,” the prismatic avatile said, “the Caretaker cannot leave his seat of power. He is still in the Great library of deeds.” “Then what the hell is that thing running around the ship?” the younger one asked.

“A puppet,” the prismatic one said, “a fake body he can control.” “Then is that what he meant about being powerless?” the younger one asked. “No,” the other answered, “balance. Balance is what makes a god powerless.”

“What, like every act of evil, is met with an act of good,” the younger one asked. “Good and evil is a different animal altogether,” she said, “I’m saying, is. God, what am I trying to say?” there was a quiet pause between them.

“Everything we do comes with a price,” the prismatic avatile said, “Like the way that boy saved that girl’s life.” “He gave up his own life force. His own mana to save her and it almost killed him,” the young avatile said.

“A life for a life,” the prismatic one said, “the Caretaker works under bragens.” “So, if we want him to end the war we have to pay for it, and he could do it.” the young Aithenas asked. “But, what’s the price?” the older one asked.

“To save countless lives, free just as many.” Aithenas looked at her hands, “But even so why can’t he? something like that should be free.” “And what about everything you, your brother, the fox, the feline, the human, the swallow, and so many others suffered from,” the older one said.

“Wars, disasters, plagues, death, and suffering happens,” she continued, “And asking “gods” to make it all stop is asking us to become slaves to the whims of those who would not do for themselves otherwise.”

“Does it hurt?” Aithenas asked. “Does it hurt when you see someone you can’t help?” the prismatic one asked, “It hurts every time. Just like it hurts him.” “Maybe I can’t understand it.” Aithenas said, “I mean how can someone like him stand by and do nothing?”

“Now, who said he was doing nothing?” the prismatic avatile said, “He can’t fight or end the war. but who ever said he wasn’t helping?” “He made the Delta codex,” Aithenas said, “in testing Cornelius, he gave him tools.”

“And all at a very low price,” the prismatic avatile said, “and every so often he can grant a wish.” “I don’t think he is going to grant my wish,” the young avatile said. The prismatic avatile smiled.

“Even if he does take us home,” she said loosely holding herself, “our people are gone, taken or killed.” The smile never left the prismatic avatile. “We didn’t even finish the mission you sent us on,” she continued, “I don’t even know who we were looking for.”

“Oh, they’re on this ship,” Prismatic avatile said, “You didn’t fail. You just weren’t given all the information.” “Was that part planned?” the young avatile asked. “What kind of a goddess would I be,” the prismatic avatile said, “If I gave you all the answers.”

“Better than the one sleeping with that twisted otter,” the younger one answered. “Love is love,” the prismatic one said, “Right, you’re still one.” “So,” Aithenas said, “it’s just weird. And Bliss is a creep.” “Has he done anything to harm you or cross a line with you?” the prismatic avatile asked.

Aithenas shook her head. “No, it’s just,” Aithenas said, her light green scales taking a darker tone as she blushed, “I want to know what it feels like.” “We’ll talk about it” the prismatic avatile said, standing up and walking over to the younger avatile.

Switch and Gagliuso worked with the small creatures testing out the cybernetics the Caretaker made. “They seem to be working and working off the network we were given,” Switch said, “ it should just be the fitting left to do.”

“Could you test the nanoskin as well,” the tiny woodpecker asked. The plated arm and legs shimmered as soft gold fur grew across the limbs. “Nanoskin check,” they said. After powering down the systems, Switch detached the limbs.

“This is not what I signed up for,” Switch said rettaching his own limbs. “I know,” Gagliuso answered, “But it needed to be done.” “And which one of them is the one you needed?” Switch asked. “short answer yes,” Gagliuso said.

“All five of them?” Switch asked. “The delta codex, the roots of the world, and the ocean heart,” Gagliuso answered, “And all that is left is the elemental.” “So either Gelecharmer or Novabell,” Switch asked.

Switch finished booting up his limbs and adjusting the setting back to his own. “How does this help our people,” Switch asked, “I know I shouldn’t question you but how?” “We teach them,” Gagliuso answered.

“It’s bad enough my sister has given up hope,” Switch said, “but how are you and I going to teach them?” “Honestly, I don’t know,” Gagliuso said, “planning was never my thing.” “So say the king of storms,” Switch answered and rolled his eyes.

“We can’t help with the tail or the eye,” Switch said to one of the creatures. “Boss knew that already,” the black iron drake answered, “we just needed to check the others. Boss can make the changes as needed.”

“Thank you for your assistants,” the woodpecker said. The avatile nodded walking off. Is there anything to do on this ship?” switch asked himself. “Rest,” Gagliuso suggested, “you haven’t slept in a few days.” “Last time we slept on a ship,” Switch said, looking at his artificial hand, “a lot happened.”

“Just try,” Gagliuso said, “we have two days till we will be landing.” “Fine,” he said, heading to his quarters. “I’m itching again,” he said offhandedly. “I feel it too,” Gagliuso agreed. Once he was in the room he crashed onto the bed.

Switch rolled onto his back, half-closed eyes turning to a chair not too far from the bed. Sitting in the chair was a copper scaled, and storm gray feathered avatile. “You projected?” Switch asked. “No, I’m still part of you,” Gagliuso answered, “Your mind is just seeing me in this chair.”

“But why now?” Switch asked. “After ten years,” Gagliuso answered, “you’re asking why?” “I don’t even know why I chose to jump,” Switch said, “I’ve more or less let you call the shots.” “And now we can have a good old fashion face to face.”

“Where are we going?” Switch asked, shifting his weight. “Can’t tell you that,” the King of Storms answered, “I’m out ranked.” “Our host I take it?” Switch asked. “Aithenas, but he might as well have done it himself,” Gagliuso answered.

“He doesn’t trust us,” Switch said. “Far from it,” Gagliuso said, “It’s a surprise.” “It’s not like we’re going home,” Switch said, “Aithenas would try to kill him for it.” “Can’t say,” the older avatile said, “but that would be a great birthday wish.”

“Oh, no,” Switch said, “she must think I’m dead.” “No,” the older avatile answered, his voice a soft rumble of thunder. “I would have chosen another vessel.” Gagliuso looked at the wall as if looking out a window. “Unless, the high priestess is putting on a show.”

“She couldn’t, the other guardians would know,” Switch said sitting up. “And you’re right,” the older avatile said, “Unless they chose to play along,” “But why?” Switch asked. “The high priestess does not hear the voice of the daughter of light,” Gagliuso said.

“But no vessel of Aithenas, has heard her voice,” Switch said. “Oh, great keeper of storms. Was it not one named Aithenas that cared for your sister so you could indulge the one you feel for?” Gagliuso asked.

“Yeah, she was beautiful,” Switch answered, “her scales and even her feathers shined like prismas of light.” the older avatile smiled. “OH, SHIT,” Switch said, “she was flirting with me!” “Teasing,” the older one corrected, “you were too young to flirt with.”

“Still, she’s hot,” Switch said. Something in his mind clicked. “My sister is her chosen vessel,” he said. “Which means?” the older one laughed. “Well for one,” Switch said, “She’s off limits. And Two, My sister is not going to be happy about it.”

“I’m sure they’ll work it out,” Gagliuso said, “but you still have your crush to think about.” “She’s not going to want me,” Switch said, holding up his arm, “not like this.” “Galuso,” the older avatile said, “I don’t think it was, arms and legs she cared for.”

“She must have moved on,” Switch said, shuddering from the use of his name. “She has,” Gagliuso said, “Her prayers asked for the safe return of her love and father of her child.” Switch lowered his arm and turned away from the Garden.

“Listen,” Gagliuso said. Switch closed his eyes. “Why,” he asked, “She has a new life without me.” “Shh,” the garden said, “just listen.” There was a stillness in the room. “Gagliuso, I pray for the good health of your vessel. and his return to us. I know you are still out there somewhere.

The false Gagliuso tells us lies. I know my love still lives, even after ten summers without him. His son grows as big as a tree with the speed of the grass. Just please, bring him home.” a sweet voice spoke. His eyes watered.

“A small gift,” Gagliuso said, “Now get some rest.” For the first time in years Galuso let himself cry. A peaceful sleep followed after. The years of pain and mystery were finally over. And home was only a few days away.

Chapter 6

Switch smiled knowingly as the small creatures called everyone to the control deck. Novabell walked with Cornelius. Holding him more for comfort than stability. The sharp smell of lust followed almost everyone on the ship.

Switch found it somewhat refreshing. that the R and R did them all some good. Somehow even Aithenas was more relaxed. “Novabell,” Switch said, as he passed them up the ramp. “Joana,” the feline said, “You can call me Joana.”

The new cybernetic limbs fit her like a glove. Even if she was still getting used to them. Though the eye was still powered off. But she also had a new ear as well. “The limbs are working well for you?” he asked, “Joana.”

It was odd, after years of knowing the feline as a faceless mage, seeing her smile and laugh, felt so different from the cold hollow voice. “Yeah, and I’m still not used to the itching,” she said, partly scratching at the robotic arm.

“Same here,” Switch said, “Is the eye not working?” “Yes and no,” she answered as they walked. “It works, but it runs on mana,” she said, “I would have to use my magic to power it.” “So the problem is with your power?” the avatile asked.

“You could say that,” the fox said, with a dry look. “She is refusing to use her power after everything that had happened,” Gagliuso said from inside the avatile’s head. He nodded and left the matter as it was.

On the control deck, the Caretaker, the swirling colored otter, the mute swallow and her believer human husband, and the younger of the two avatiles stood waiting. “Sorry hun but you’re going to have to stand for this” the Caretaker said, “I want you getting used to those.”

The feline nodded. The fox stayed next to her for support. The Caretaker’s gold eyes turn to the two. He studied them for a moment. The feline glared back at the metal human. She took the fox’s hand with her real hand.

The Caretaker grinned, turning back to the large window screen. On the screen was a small bluish green dot. Within a few minutes the dot grew quickly. The planet glowed with rich air and large oceans. Switch eyes lit up at the sight.

“Home,” he said just above a whisper. “Home is gone, Brother,” Aithenas said, “and we can never go back.” “All the same,” the metal human said, “this is where we’re landing. So, deal with it.” Aithenas shot the metal human a glare.

“Boss, incoming transmission,” the voice of the drake said. “Put it through,” the metal human said, “This is the Nebula, and I’m Chartun Dalvoid.” “Son of bitch, you’re late,” the voice of a gruff old hound dog, “do you have the shipment?”

The screen opened a com window with the same old hound dog Cornelius knew. “Bob Bill?” Cornelius asked, “How did you get all the way out here?” “Cornelius?” the hound dog looked, “see you’re still alive.” The fox shrugged.

“And who is the unlucky beauty stuck to you?” Bob Bill asked. “I’m Joana Novabell,” the feline smiled, “And he’s my good luck charm now.” “Wait?” he said, “You lost the tin can?” “That’s why he’s my good luck charm,” she answered, kissing the fox’s hand.

Cornelius blushed, turning his head. “Easy there Bob,” Chartun said, “She’s still older than you.” the feline shot the metal human another glare. “Anyway,” he added, “are we clear to land?” “Yeah yeah, they're waiting for you,” the hound dog said, cutting the com.

“I’m glad he’s safe,” Cornelius said, scratching the side of his muzzle. “Yeah, he and his cell made a break for it right after our second run in,” Chartun said. Switch didn’t take his eyes off the screen. It will be the third most beautiful thing he will see today.

Aithenas turned her back to screen. She huffed and folded her arms. though she did try to hide a small smile, by keeping her face turned away. “Beginning atmosphere entry,” the younger female voice said. The rumble of the ship’s wings closing could be heard.

“Entering the atmosphere now,” the voice said. The ship shook for a few minutes. The feline held on to the edge of the console. The fox put his arm and hand around her to help her balance. “Entering freefall,” the voice said, “please wait as I reopen the wings.”

There was a second rumble as the wings opened. before them an endless blue sky and rolling curves of the land blow. Aithenas turned watching the clouds float past as the ship began to slow. somewhere in her stomach twitched the whim of opening wings and flying next to the ship.

Switch and Gagiluso had the same feeling. “Good morning air traffic control,” Chartun said, “this is the Nebula request permission for landing.” “Good morning Nebula,” a friendly female voice answered, “I hate to hold you up but we got to check you in.”

“Short answer,” Chartun said rolling his eyes, “I have the shipment and five warlocks and two avatile Priests.” “I’m sorry sir,” the voice said, “But did you just say two avatile priests?” “Yes,” he answered, “High priestess Aithenas, and priest Galuso, vessel of Gagiluso.”

There was a long pause waiting for an answer. “Love, I landing no matter what answer you give me,” Chartun said. “Yes sir,” the voice answered, “You have been cleared to land on pad seven.” “You ok there love?” Chartun asked. “I’m fine, but I got to go,” the voice answered.

Switch’s eyes began to water. “You know her?” Chartun asked. “Yeah, I know her,” the avatile answered, “Just haven’t heard her voice in a long time.” The ship turned a few times before it settled on the landing gears.

“Everyone ready to meet your fans?” Chartun asked, making his way down the ramp to the main deck. The group followed. The two avatiles stayed to the back of the group. The ramp opened as the metal human led the way down.

The group was met with guns, spears and held spells. “Not the worst welcome party I’ve met with,” he said. “Stand down,” Gagiluso said from Switch’s throat. “They will not listen to an imposter,” A tall gray and green avatile female said.

With a growl sounding more like the rumble of thunder, Gagiluso called forth a storm. “And standing a false vessel in my place?” Gagiluso asked, “old priestess.” “Brother, we don’t need to pick a fight with the hopeless,” Aithenas said.

“Mind your tongue,” the priestess said. “I don’t answer to an old bitch like you,” Aithenas said. The caretaker’s angelic wings opened fully. “Now now, children,” he said, “Do I have to put you all in time out?”

Aithenas eyes danced across the crowd, seeing so many of her people. She was home. “Priestess,” a voice called. The older avatile’s head snapped to the voice. “Stand down,” the voice said. The crowd eased their weapons and spells.

A pitch black avatile stepped into view. His feathers and scale reflected almost no light. But the sight of him sent chills down Aithenas’ spine. “Zerain,” the priestess said, bowing her head. “Priestess, you are out of line again,” the avatile said.

“We can’t be sure,” she said. She was cut off with a wave of the avatile’s hand. “And that’s why it is not your place to make that call,” he said, “Dismissed.” The warriors took their leave. “I said dismissed,” the avatile said, the hollow void of his eyes glaring down the priestess.

The priestess bowed again and left them. “Gagiluso,” the avatile said, turning to the other avatile, “I’d say you are looking well.” “Weren’t you an old man last time I saw you, Zerain,” Gagiluso answered.

“Well, he passed away just last year,” Zerain said, “But hopefully this vessel will be pleasing to my wife and her vessel.” Galuso growled. “Brother,” Aithenas said, a blush crossing her scales. “Careful Zerain,” Gagiluso said, “My vessel is still her older brother.”

The dark avatile smiled. “Galuso, I know you’d not want your sister to take to another vessel but if she is Aithenas’ vessel,” A much younger voice spoke. “Just know Guardian or not, hurt her,” Galuso said, holding up his hand, “And there won’t be enough of you left to put in one of those cans.”

“You chose well, Gagiluso,” Zerain said, “May we?” Aithenas stepped in front of her brother and between the two. “There was a lovely little lady and her son asking about you,” the dark avatile said, with a soft nod of his head, “maybe you shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

Galuso shot Aithenas a look, nodded and left. “Care to go for a walk?” Zerain asked, “We would like to know you better.” “Sure,” she said. “I know you hear her,” Zerain said, “I can sense her on you.” “Please don’t make this creepy,” she said.

The avatile smiled, “How about I leave you two alone for now.” Zerain retearted, taking the void with him. The Young avatile under the shadow, was lean with darker shades of gray in his scale and feathers. Though his eyes were almost black.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Zan.” “Aithenas,” she answered, “I feel like we met before.” “I was one of the ones taken that night,” he said, “They pulled you from the line before they started checking for other priests like us.”

He paused, huffed to himself. “You said you weren’t going to make this weird,” he said to himself. Aithenas looked back at the ship. Sitting just on the ramp was the prismatic avatile, giving her a smile and a wink.

“We’re vessels,” she said, “it’s part of the job.” Zan blinked looking at her. She smiled and rolled her arms around his neck. Drawing him in close, she said, “I know what will make you both feel better.” she kissed his cheek sliding back and taking his hand.

Galuso moved to a group of onlookers. part of him hoping to miss her. He stopped, looking at his hands again. Even if he could hold her again it would not be the same. “Hi,” a small voice said. Galuso shook and looked at the owner of the voice.

He was a tall child avatile with navy blue scales and copper orange feathers. “Hi,” the child said again, “You’re new here.” “No,” Galuso answered, “Just been away for a long time.” “What’s your name,” the child asked.

Before he could answer, a female voice called “Galuso, Galuso. Where are you?” He turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. The female avatile rushing toward them was lean but stout, with the same navy blue scales and washed with sky blue feathers.

“Galuso,” she said to the child, “I swear you’re going to be the death of me.” she stopped meters away from the two. Frozen to the spot as she looked at the older Galuso. Her eyes watered. “Bless the Guardians,” she said, throwing herself at him.

He caught her and held her close, careful not to squeeze. He looked away, feeling ashamed of his state. She slid back, holding his metallic hands. “You’ve returned just as they said you would,” she said, not once looking at his fake limbs.

“But I can’t hold you anymore,” he said, drawing her sight to his hand, “I can’t feel you any more than I can feel a rock.” “But I can hold you,” she answered, touching her hand to his cheek, “I can feel you.” Tears trace his cheeks and her hand.

“And I see you have met the gift you left with me,” she said, turning to her child. “Mother, who is he?” the child asked, “and why are you crying?” “Galuso,” she said, “This is Galuso, your father.” Switch knelt down.

The child eyed him. Then before Switch could even blink, the child swung as hard as he could. Switch fell over, more from the shock of it than any pain. Blinking Switch watched the child. “I hate you,” he said, and darted off to play with the other children.

Galuso drew himself back to his feet. The rejection hurt far worse than the punch could. “My kid was the same way,” Chartun said, watching as the children played. “Grant it,” he added, “she was much older and far more powerful.”

“Give him time,” the metallic human said, “You just showed up out of nowhere. He doesn’t know you or what you have gone through.” “Lord Caretaker,” the female avatile said, with a deep bow. “And this is why I like dealing with kids,” he added, “Titles mean nothing to them.”

As odd as it was, the ancient being’s words did help. “Not for not,” Galuso said, “a god hitting a god is one thing. A child hitting the vessel of one is another.” “I saw an angry boy lashing out at his father and man he never knew,” Chartun said.

“Go,” he added, “go catch up. You still have the working parts for that.” The two blushed, about to retort. “I’ll watch him for you,” he said, “Now go.” With just a small wave of his hand the two avatiles felt a gentle force pushing on them.

With a childish giggle she took the hint and pulled Galuso with her. “Make sure he’s home by sunset” she called back. The metal human waved them off. In no time they reached her small home. and less time to make way to her room.

“I hope my form still pleases you,” she said, her clothes falling from her as she spoke. “You have only gotten better with age,” he smiled, letting his own, follow suit. before a lost love and longing lust took hold, the sight of his metal limbs and the razor sharp plates he had caught him first.

He fell to his knees. “I can’t,” he said, “Not with these.” he held up his arms, the metal fans open. Half shield and half killing blades. “Then remove them,” she said, “you can take them off, can’t you?” He nodded slowly, the thought had overshot his mind.

With a little help his arms joined their clothes on the floor. She sat him on the bed, as she straddled him. From there he needed no more coaxing than a touch. Her gentle effort rewarded her with a small sting followed by a relaxing wave of bliss over the two of them.

“You’ve gotten bigger,” she hissed, “And you have gotten tighter,” he groaned. With a few slow breaths her hips rolled sliding across his length. She had no care that he couldn’t hold her, much less that all he could really do was just sit there.

She moaned with each bounce taking him fully each time. He hooked his head around her neck holding her the best he could. “If I could hold you again I would never let go,” he panted. “If I could I’d take your legs from you so I could keep you my love,” she answered between moans.

No matter their pace, she pressed and rubbed herself against him wherever she could. Letting him feel her with his scales and feathers, and the skin of him stretching her depths. the slowly building pressure was far more enjoyable making up for their time lost.

“I think we have waited long enough,” she whimpered, withdrawing from him. She turned around, wrapping her tail behind his back. He leaned back just enough to hold her tail in place. He moaned as the soft scales of her hand enveloped his skin.

She moaned with his reentry. she gave no warning as she rolled and thrusted herself upon him. Driving her movement quickly. She hissed out moans. He thrusted against her best he could, drive to see her fulfilled.

Their long awaited ecstasy met them with world shattering force. With shaking grace she turned herself around not once parting them as his seed filled her once again. She hummed and chreeped. “Were you saving another gift for me?” she giggled with a kiss.

Chapter 7

The first light of dawn broke the dark sky. Aithenas and the high priestess stood there backs to the rising sun. They each held a black orb between their hands and kept it from touching the oncoming light.

The Caretaker, the warlocks, and the guardians were the only ones to attend the challenge of the daughter of light. “As is the nature of light,” Zerain said, “only truth may be seen.” The two challengers had kept their eyes closed as the shadow guardian spoke.

“So speak now your darkness as the dawn washes over you,” he said. Aithenas spoke up first. “I have spent the past ten years hating myself for the attack on our people,” she said, tears meeting her cheeks, “and retorting the guardians for the losses we had.”

The dark avatile tilted his head. “I can only ask for forgiveness for my bitterness,” she added. The high priestess said nothing as she thought herself pious and pure. “You speak of no darkness, priestess,” the dark avatile asked, “does your candle cast no shadow?”

“I have lived my life in the light, pure and simple,” she answered, “my flame casts no shadow.” “And yet you have spoken lies to the people, set up a false vessel, and did you not try to choose which hopeful of your liking to be my vessel?” the darkavatile said.

“Any wrongdoing by my hand has only been for the wellbeing of the people,” she answered. “Then let her light cast your shadows,” he said, backing away. “Aithenas,” the young avatile said, “I am not worthy of your grace, power or beauty.”

She could feel the sunlight coating her back. The observers watch as the young avatile cast no shadow on the orb as the once black stone turned clear with the light. Aithenas’ feathers and scales shine with prismatic light.

The outline of a great dragon enveloped her. The priestess snarled her dismay as she was dismissed from the gathered guardians. The dark avatile approached the newly prismatic avatile. “Welcome back, my love,” he said, with a gentle hug and kiss.

“Oh, my love it is good to be back,” the two voices of Aithenas said as one. She then in turn greeted each of them. “Hello uncle,” she said to the Caretaker as she greeted him with a hug, “Aithenas,” he answered.

The warlocks had all turned to the two as they spoke. “What?” He said, “Her father is my older brother.” “Older brother?” the fox asked. “I’m the youngest of nine,” the metal human said. the fox shrugged.

“I hate to have to cut the reunion short,” Aithenas said, “But I’m sure, we’re going to have bigger problems by nightfall.” The otter answered a call from one of the ships. “Yeah, we got a bigger problem alright,” he said, “one of the ships is picking up a transponder signal.”

“We have to get word to everyone,” one of the guardians said, “if we have the time, we need to get everyone into the temples now.” orders were given and priests and the newly called warmages raced the clock.

“Have every able body priest and priestess ready for our blessing,” Aithenas said to one of the younger priests. The avatile world made itself ready for war. The ships above the world ready themselves as well.

Cornelius, Jonathan, and Winston stood outside the open gate of the warded temple. Melody joined them, rifle in hand. Joana rushed to meet them when she was stopped by the Caretaker. “If you’re not going to use your power,” he said, “then you’re not going to fight.”

“I know how to fight them better than anyone here,” she said. “Without your power you will be putting them at risk,” he answered, “Now get inside.” “No,” she said, “This is my fight too.” “Stupid child,” he said, “without that can, without your power, you can barely even walk on your own.”

“And asking them to fight?” she retorted, “they will be out matched, out gunned, and outnumbered.” “They have the power, numbers and skills to take on the queen’s mages,” he said, “you as you are, will just get in the way.”

“And what are you going to do?” she spat. “Stand at the door and watch,” he said simply. “How is that going to help?” she asked. “He can only react to an attacker,” Aithenas said, “if one or more of them are dumb enough to try and go through him to get into the temples he can stop them.”

“And that’s it?” she asked, “having him be the last line of defense for one temple?” “You did say temples?” Chartun asked, “and it’s no big deal for me to talk to people about what’s going on.” “Like oh say, one temple or ship needs help or where you think you saw a group of mages running around,” Aithenas added.

“And maybe some other little things like that,” Chartun added, “I mean I’m not helping by just standing around running my mouth.” He held a finger to the feline’s lips. “Some things are better left unsaid,” he added.

“Then let me keep you company,” she snarled. “Well, I think keeping an eye on you wouldn’t be taxing at all on me,” he smiled. The warmages gathered in groups outside the wards planning a line of defense around the temple.

“The priests and the warmages will hold the lines,” Aithenas said to the warlocks, “and the fleet will keep the ships tied up with hit and runs.” “So we just have to run them into the ground,” Cornelius said, “I hate to do it, but can we really just start killing them?”

“Being one of those things is a fate worse than death,” Joana said, “Unless you want to sit there and fry all those control chips.” “If we could fry the system itself and the feedback could take out the control chips,” Winston answered.

“The command mage,” Joana said, “mages who are willing to serve. They act as remote control systems.” “But won’t they just act under the last command given?” Jonathan asked. “Yeah,” Joana answered, “but if someone could upload a stand down command across the board.”

“This is a lot of ifs flying around,” Cornelius said, “and we would still have to get someone onto one of the ships to upload the command.” “Yeah, but we’re already pushing our luck,” Aithenas said, nodding back to the metal human.

“We could just ask him for a quote?” the fox asked. “You know,” Chartun said from the other side of the fox. Cornelius jumped and fell over, “son of a …” “BIC could jump systems and fry the chips, might take an hour to get all of them,” the metal human said.

“What’s Bic?” Joana asked. “Black Ice Component,” he answered, “a computer virus program from way back in the day. Would overload the booting system of a computer and overheat it till it melted.”

“Still have to put a number of them down but the override could save thousands more,” he added. “Sounds pricey,” Winston said. “Well, I can loan BIC out,” he said, “I mean someone would have to do the upload.”

“Love,” the otter said, “what would it cost us for such a tool?” “One life,” he answered, “one with blood on their hands.” “You want the one who sent out the transmission?” Aithenas asked, “why?” “Oh, because of their actions ten years ago,” he said.

“Wait,” she asked, “They are the same one behind the attack ten years ago?” “Yep,” the metal human said, “I want her alive.” Aithenas eyed her uncle. “Fetch the high priestess,” the guardian of light ordered.

“She fled, Zerain answered, almost an hour ago.” “Rest assured uncle,” Aithenas said, “You will have your payment before the next dawn.” The metal human drew out a small knife. “I will have her untouched by your hand before the end of this fight,” he said, handing the knife to the fox.

Cornelius added the knife to his belt. “Just stab the command mage with the knife and Bic will do the rest?” the fox asked. Chartun nodded. “I’d do what I can,” the fox added. Cornelius looked up to the sky. The fox shook, anxious and scared.

“We have contact,” the otter said, “and they're coming in hot.” “the fleet is moving to stay out of line of fire,” Chartun said, “But keeping them in range.” “Do we have an ETA?” the otter asked. “Two, three hours,” Chartun answered, “but it will be dark by time they get here.”

“Keep us posted, love,” the otter said, “and thank you.” “Miss Joana,” Chartun said, holding out his arm, and nodding to the otter. The feline took the metal human’s arm walking back to the gate. “He’s not ready,” she said.

“No one is ever ready for war,” he said, “no matter how many times they see it.” His gold eyes look back at the young fox. “And you’ll never forget the first time.” he added. “Are you sure there is nothing I can do to help?” she asked.

“Without using your magic?” he said, with a thoughtful pause, “fuck him silly.” The feline glared at him. “You asked,” he said. He stopped just outside the gate. “How about this,” he said, “boot up your eye and I’ll let you advise him from here.”

“I can’t,” she said, “I can’t use it even for something so small.” “And they don’t have the time to wait on you,” he said, “just enough to boot up the eye.” The feline looked away from the metal human.

Her eye turned to the fox. He was joking with the others and making nice with the nearby warmages. “He’s scared,” Aithenas said standing close by. “Ready or not,” the feline sighed. “And he’s not ready,” the avatile said, “and neither are you.”

Joana looked at a spot a few meters away. “May I” the avatile asked, reaching for the feline’s eye. “I had a hard enough time getting it in there,” the feline answered. “I’m not taking it from you,” Aithenas said, “just a simple thank you for everything you have done for me.”

The avatile took the feline’s head gently in her hand. Joana blinked, feeling the warm hum of the avatile’s power. “I still need your consent,” the avatile added. The feline closed her eyes, adding, “I accept your gift.”

The avatile kissed the feline on the lips, slowly drawing it deeper. Joana felt a touch of power flow into her from the avatile. When she opened her eyes the world glowed for a second. “Good evening,” a playful voice said.

Joana blinked. “One moment as I adjust my setting to better suit you,” the voice added. “Fay?” she asked, jumping away from the avatile. “If that is what you wish to call me,” the voice answered, “and what may I call you?”

“Joana,” she said. “Very well, Lady Joana,” the voice answered, “and would you like to set an avatar for my familiar projection?” “Projection,” Joana asked, “like the little green ferret?” “Yes, that would be my default form,” the voice answered.

The feline nodded, “I guess that will do.” A second later a small green ferret wearing a small green tactical vest appeared in the feline’s open hand. As it sat upright the word “yeet,” was visible across the front of the vest.

“My Lady,” the ferret asked, “I don’t have enough power to boot up the rest of my systems.” “Rest of your systems?” the feline asked. “Yes, my Lady,” the ferret said, “I am a personal codex system, with a mode four point one artificial interface intelligence program.”

“Let me guess,” the feline said, “you're programmed to assist with cybernetic and arcana resources.” “As well as short term wardrobe adjustments,” the ferret answered, “and tactical assistance as needed. The feline glared at the metal human.

“What?” he said with a wave of his hands. The metal human shot a look to the avatile. “That’s why he wanted you to boot it up,” Aithenas said. “I wanted her to do it,” he said. “And miss the look on Cornelius’ face,” she added pointing her thumb at the fox.

“Well, I guess that took his mind off this for a few minutes,” Chartun said. the metal human and the avatile both smiled. “Two pretty young girls making out,” Chartun said, “would take most guys minds off impending doom.”

The fox walked over. “Should I be afraid to ask what just happened?” he asked. his eyes turned to the little ferret. “Fay?” he asked. “Oh, hello,” the ferret said, “You must be Cornelius Malacard, current holder of the Delta codex.”

“Umm, yeah,” he said. “We can rebuild her, make her stronger, faster, better” Chartun said. “I have enough power to run my basic systems,” the ferret said. “Anyway,” Aithenas said, “I got one, may I have the other?”

Joana blinked, “What?” “Oh come on,” Aithenas said, “I just want one little kiss.” Joana and Cornelius looked at the other. “Fine,” the Feline said, “But only if he is willing.” “I think he is a little lost for words right now,” Aithenas said, drawing closer to the fox.

She smiled resting her hand against the fox’s chest. “You look like you could use a little divine inspiration,” she said, drawing his lips closer to hers. It was small, simple but deep. the fox blinked confused by what just happened.

“Now back to your post, Malacaster,” she said, “You can have her again after you win this fight.” The avatile pushed the fox away. “Plus,” she said, “I should get changed, myself.” She stepped in front of the gate to the temple.

With a mix of power and will, Aithenas called forth to all the priests and priestesses around the world. “Hear me, Chosen children. Hear me as I call you to arms. Hear me as I call for you to take the power of the guardians.”

She held out her arms. “Hear me as I ask you to stand and fight. Hear me as I ask of you to fulfill the promise of the guardians.” The air hummed with power. With a bellowing roar she called “Hear me and answer my call.”

The air thundered a roar across the world. With a second call of power she called. “Warriors of the Knight. Keepers of the stars. Dragons of my rule. Come forth, and take form with the aid of the willing vessels this world over.”

With another worldly roar her call answered. Aithenas double over in pain. As did the other guardians. Galuso’s cybernetic limbs shook with power till they shattered. Wings pulled free of their backs, limbs grew, claws sharpened.

Necks elongated, as horns and spikes grew. Sizes doubled and tripled. Aithenas stood. her horns curved into a ring above her head. Her prismatic scales shimmered in the evening light. All around the temple were other dragons.

“I guess it’s time to suit up,” Cornelius said, “Delta.” In the same breath the fox was enclosed in the dark metal suit. The soft glowing light signed an uneasy readiness. “Trari,” Jonathan said. Vines and roots shot out from the human’s shoulder.

Rocks and small stones lifted into a loose arm shape as dirt and grass cloaked the rest of the human. “Well, why not,” Winston said, “Uisce, let’s do this.” “Remember, no names, just call signs,” the feline said, “you copy that, Malacaster.”

“Understood,” he answered, “Novabell.” A second or two later a wave of water rolled up to the otter. layers of ice and water enveloped the otter, encasing him in thick frozen armor. “Hey, how else am I to hide three swimming pools of water,” he said.

“That’s our Bliss,” Traroot said, “always so chill.” “Where’s Wisp?” Malacaster asked. “No telling,” Traroot answered, “But we’ll know where she needs us to be.” “Cut the chatter,” Novabell said, “no jokes and Bliss, No fight music.”

“But mom,” Bliss answered. “Did you just,” the feline asked. “Hey, I’m older,” Bliss answered. “Looks like we’re going to get some rain right about now,” the Caretaker said. “Ok, everyone eyes up,” Novabell said on the open com line, “Unfriendlies incoming. Don’t react to the drop. It’s a scare tactic.”

Different teams reported visual contact. Novabell looked up. Thanks to Fay and the cybernetic eye, she could see the drop ship hovering high up. “We have visual contact at the gate,” she said, “Be careful out there people.”

“Bliss, Traroot, Malacaster, let them make the first move,” she added. The feline continued watching as the drop ship moved to line up with the gate. Then like bees from a hive the ship opened. countless forms fell from the ship.

Seconds later the booming thuds of the mages hitting the earth echoed. the one that landed closest to the three warlocks, had half curled ram horns. Its armor, a sick green mix with black. And it had bones adorning it.

“I think we found the command mage,” Malacaster said. “Good evening,” echoed the hollow robotic voice of the mage. “He’s a necromancer,” the Caretaker said. “Yeah, I know,” Novabell said, “He’s also a lich.”

“My brother is not going to like this,” the metal human said. “There will be fewer deaths if you just submit now,” the Mage said. “There would be fewer deaths if you had stayed on your ship,” Aithenas answered.

The mage withdrew a large item from its back. The mage unfolded it slowly, drawing the act as if it was a show. The item opened up into a scythe, the long curves and long razor edge blade added to the mage colors of death and rot.

“Gravebell,” she hissed. She had Fay open a closed line to the malacaster. “Cornelius,” she said “stay away from that blade, it can cancel out any magic, even the wards in your armor.” “So how should I fight him?” the fox asked. “Call up my nightmares,” she answered, “I know him.”

“Got it,” he said, “Stay safe.” The air grew still. The two forces, just meters apart. The mage looked past the three warlocks and the dragons to the feline standing just inside the gate. “Joana Novabell?” the mage called, “Is that you hiding all the way in the back?”

Her ears folded as she growled. “You’re looking well for an old slut,” the mage said. It took everything the fox had to not run out and kill the mage. But the words hit Novabell like a ton of bricks. “Mad an old corpse like yourself couldn’t have her,” the Malacaster laughed.

“Mind your tongue boy,” the mage said. “It’s ok,” the malacaster added, “I wouldn’t make jokes about your dick. given it’s wrong to speak ill of the dead.” The mage snarled, “Who do you think you are, boy?”

“I’m the Malacaster” the fox answered, “but you knew that already, Gravebell.” “I’m going to enjoy killing you,” the mage said. “What the hell do you think your doing?” Novabell asked on their closed line. “Goating him,” the fox answered, “make him come to me, and keep him away from the temple.”

“One touch of that blade on the wards and this goes from a fight to a blood bath” the Caretaker said. “We’ll deal with the command mage,” Traroot said, “Just keep the rest of them from swarming us.” “Let the dragons deal with the swarm.” Aithenas added.

“And the rest of us will hold the line” and warmage added. “And we’ll deal with the wounded,” an avatile warrior said. The feline had to fight down a burning pressure growing in her stomach. she became washed with memories. and the day she became a monster.