Miltonian Milton Novels & Stories

That exchange just now was unimaginably nerve racking, but throughout that entire ordeal his number one priority was to protect his trusted friend. Milton tugged off his hand in anger, "speak for yourself. That fire ant that calls herself a mage only caught me off guard. Watch how I go down there and teach those arrogant youngsters a lesson called respect your elders." Milton walked away, ready to dive back into the fight. His frustration had reached a point where he couldn't stand himself. The feeling of running away from a bunch of kids left a foul taste in all seven orifices. Not just his mouth.

Elder Peter asked. "They both have green beasts," I said to him. "Very interesting," Elder Gareth said. "It is unheard of for two green beasts to have an indigo offspring," Elder Peter said. "Milton was adopted, he doesn't know who his biological parents are," Jesse said. "What does this mean?" I asked them. "It means that Milton's biological father was a Sire or an extremely strong second in command," Elder James answered me. "You might want to consider giving Milton his own lair within your ranks," Elder Peter said.