As darkness fell, the first team decided to move out to search the prisons. They had to find Tanner, get him out and have him join the rest of the group, all as discreetly and quickly as possible. They couldn't risk being discovered, and above all they couldn't afford to use spells that were too powerful, not knowing if the councillor had the ability to sense them.
Narith and Len left their rooms, letting the old Wizard and his memory guide them to the prisons. Avoiding the various sentries and servants scattered around the palace, they reached the outside and the gardens, crossing them to one of the prison entrances.
Unable to afford to stun or enchant with magic all the guards they met, the Healer suggested Narith to steal one of the uniforms and wear it, as he was young and in good shape and passable for a soldier.
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Turning away from the window he had been looking out for the last few minutes, the councillor turned away, sighing with amusement and closing his eyes, letting a low laugh rise from the back of his throat. «So predictable.» He commented, more to himself than to the boy watching him from his place a few steps away. He linked his hands behind his back, looking at his interlocutor and nodding to him to come closer.
Noya looked puzzled at the hint of a smile on the Wizard's face but didn't dare to oppose the order he had been given. Slowly and with small steps, he approached the man and the window, looking through it when the other gestured to him with his hand.
The moon in the sky was at its last segment and it didn't illuminate even a little the dense darkness of the gardens. The night was so intense that he couldn't see the three figures who discreetly walked through the paths between the hedges and trees. Frowning, Noya squinted his eyes and tried to concentrate on distinguishing the figures in the darkness of the night, but without result.
Realising the younger man's difficulty, Killian decided to help him with a spell. Turning again towards the dark room, he took a silver tray and placed it on the window sill. Moving his hands over the shiny, reflective surface, he murmured phrases in a language the angel couldn't understand. The air began to thicken above the reflective surface, creating white and grey smoke and overflowing from the edges of the tray, slowly falling to the floor.
After a few seconds, when the counsellor put his hands behind his back, Noya could look out over the dense, foggy mass. He watched the small white cloud dissolve and disappear, revealing once more the silvery surface of the tray.
But when he could observe the image it revealed, it wasn't his own face in the mirrored image that he saw. Instead of his own distorted reflection, Noya saw Narith's determined face, his frowning eyebrows casting strong, sharp shadows over the sharp features illuminated by the moon's dark rays. As the seconds passed, the images moved on, revealing Len's worried face and then the old Wizard's wrinkled one. The three were talking to each other, but neither of the two people in the room could understand what they were saying to each other, although Killian could already guess. In fact, both he and the angel had noticed the brunette's clothing, but only the Wizard understood what it was for.
«They are so predictable, your friends.» Commented the grey-haired with disdain, watching the images flow and reveal the movements of the three. «They were told to stay in the rooms they were given. Now I understand why you have become so obstinate.» He continued undisturbed, ignoring the younger one's glare. «It will take someone to stop them before they ruin everything, won't it?»
«What do you want me to do.» Noya asked in a sharp and equally indifferent tone, looking lovingly at the young dragon's face inside the tray.
"Let him talk to Han." Heard the Wizard inside his own head. The Shadow's hoarse, scratchy voice rang out like a low roar, a close and impossibly ancient roar. "He has a pendant with him," explained the timeless voice, "if you take that from him, we'll make him an offer he can't refuse," it said, making the Wizard smile with satisfaction.
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Feathers -eng ver-
FantasiA past that doesn't remember, a night, some blue eyes. It's all Noya knows about his life, before being forced to relive it all over again. After years, Noya's reality seems to finally go in the right direction: the monsters are far away, his new fa...
