Grace and Jack Returned with a cube van. It was less than they expected. The mission was simple, get the people of Fort Vermillion out before the dog-like adlets slaughtered them all. Not to mention the incoming airstrike, to destroy the canine threats. Both Jack and Grace were impressed with Warren's Victory over the strange golem. Warren explained the creature could reattach limbs and its ability to ignore wounds.
Grace shook her head, “Do the Adlets have a written language?” her face was filled with thought, and suspicion.
Jack squinted and the burnt husk of the super golem, “I don't see how that matters right now.”
At first, Warren thought so too, but then Archon flashed a picture o
The plan was a daring one and all of it hinged on Theria, a true Seelie with the power of song. One would ask, how much damage can a song do? Most people would say a whole lot of nothing. Those who live tyranny and oppression would disagree. Music is more than just notes arranged to please the ear. It shows us the depth of our humanity and brings hope to the frightened masses who believe things can get better with effort. As a teenager from the earth, Warren's life is intrinsically tied to the music of his generation. He believes the young Seelie maiden is capable of the feat. As is Jack O'kent, the man who beat the devil. It came as no surprise the compulsive gambler favored the plan. Warren checked on Theria who was hidden behind the armored tra
Warren and Jack kept their eyes on Theria as she went skyward. On her wings, she carried the ability to end the conflict with the Adlets, or at least that was the idea. She floated above the mortar and brick school and let out a joyful tune. Unfortunately, Jack and Warren could barely hear it from the ground. Jack swore and kicked the snow, “How will we know if it's working?” He asked. “How the hell should I know? I'm new to magic. I figured the mutt's ears would hear it...” Warren trailed off as Archon sharpened his hearing. Thousands of paws dug into the fresh snow, and a cacophony of pants rattled Warren's mind. The noises grew louder with each second. “I have it on pretty good authority our plan is working,”
Warren awoke to his face pressed against the cold steel bars of a holding cage. He vaguely remembered the battle with the adlets. His entire body ached and complained about every movement. His throat burned as if scorched by napalm. Every noise sounded just a little louder, as his head throbbed. A hand waved a white flag in his mind. Warren guessed it meant Archon needed time to recharge. He opened his eyes and saw Theria curled up in a chair next to the cage. An angelic smile on her lips gave Warren pause to admire her for a few moments. He gave the action a full thirty seconds before, he picked up an empty cup and rattled the bars. Theria's eyes flew open and she leaped out of the chair startled, “Warren?”
The Adlet Crisis made international news with the Scald Crow and it's the crew at the center of it all. Not that any of the crew noticed. They were too busy trying to find the last few curators of the Codex Gigas, a book that possessed spells and instructions to create enhanced golems. Theria requested information from the museums that housed the book and the companion stone for it. Theria was about to open the file when the computer flashed, “Incoming transmission, Queen Elphame, accept the call?” Theria pressed the enter key and Elphames youthful face appeared on the screen, “Where is the rest of the crew?” “Upfront avoiding research,” Theria stated in a flat tone. &nbs
Vancouver was once considered one of the most modern cities in Canada, but with the return of magic, all of that has changed. Once upon a time, the streets of Hastings were considered the worst in the metropolis. Now the crime-ridden area is the least of the citizen's problems. The horrors of the past now openly stalk the streets in search of prey. Most of the city remained intact, and secure the outer subdivisions were abandoned, this also included Stanley Park. The Scald Crows area of investigation. They pulled into the parking lot where the trail to the Cathedral of trees began and everyone sat around the conference table. Jack's dice rattled in his hand as he shook it, “Is it just me, or does the lack of police tape, or any sort of authority bother
There are no words to describe the worry of a parent when they've lost a child. It doesn't matter how quickly the child is found. Terror holds the parent in its vise-like grip until the crisis has passed. Warren and Herne feel much the same way about their missing companions. Warren a little more, because not only is Theria his companion, but also his anchor. His mind raced through all the scenarios where the eidolon took over and his humanity was lost forever. Herne seemed to sense this and put his hand on Warrens's shoulder, “Don't dwell on what could happen. It paves the way to madness.” His deep voice was gentle and fatherly. “How come you are so much gentler than Jack and Grace? I thought snipers had to stow their emotions.”
Warren almost learned something new about his spiritual partner every day. Today he learned Archon could imbue him with night vision. Warren insisted the Eidolon rest until he was strong enough to help effectively. However, Archon flashed a picture of Theria, an anchor, and a king. “I haven't lost sight of how important she is, but if you die, I might die as well, or worse walking around with half a soul. I don't like the idea of either,” Warren shoved a thick pine branch out of his way. He froze after he heard it slap against Herne. “Sorry Herne.” “It's fine lad, you are not used to moving about the woods. I am more at home here than I am the dregs of society,” He stopped and stared at the ground, “I hate beings that levitate
Warren awoke to a face full of dirt, pine needles, moss, and rotting leaves. He coughed and spat the vile taste from his mouth, and the stomach had a hand on the eject button. Warren fought to control the reflex. It took a few moments to clear the cobwebs from his mind. The sounds of the forest filled his ears with its music, and the warm rays of the sun told Warren it was morning. “Herne? Are you there?” He did the mad scramble to his feet and looked around, “What the hell happened?” The previous evening drifted back to him and the parts he couldn't remember were filled in by Archon. The eidolon appeared before him in its majestic griffon form and ruffled the great wings. “Yeah, I'm worried too...” He trailed off and remembered the spade hood reaching for the moon. Herne was nowher