The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: Wandmaker Vol.2

WM [19] Here to Sell

Isin's life shattered around him as he saw his mothers body collapse to the ground. White flames engulfed what remained of the woman, the aetheric heat reducing her to ash in mere moments. Bazaath didn't look at Isin even though he called out his name. Instead the Angel turned to face the other Angels high in the sky and kneeled.

"It is done as you have asked Grand General," Bazaath said. "I have only worked for the betterment of the Chorus and our people. I care not for the slave race, only for the will of the Ivory King."

"Very well Bazaath. We will see how your little experiment worked," the Grand General said. His voice thrummed with power.

"Oh my, so we get new toys?" The Angel woman that looked to be made from white marble said.

"Grand General, are you sure? This-this is outrageous!" Hasmanuel protested. "Bazaath should be executed and these defective slaves recycled."

"Peliel, what say you?" the Grand General asked.

The metal Angel gazed down at the humans below. "I say we take them. Split them between us and cut them off from Bazaath. If what he said about them being able to travel into corrupted land is true, recycling them would be a waste."

"You too?" Hasmanuel questioned. "Nuriel you have to be on my side."

"While normally I would, but I can't lie, I'm intrigued," the white marble Angel said with a devious smile gracing her face. "The slave race may actually be useful and it is not like we have a lot of time. If we are splitting them up I will take the young boys."

"Bazaath, you will be sent to facility seventeen. Wait there for more orders," the Grand General said.

Isin and every one of the humans fell to the ground if they weren't already on their hands and knees. Most of them threw up in pain as the aether tore open a rift in space and time directly beside Bazaath. The power was so intense that people started blacking out. Isin only remained conscious by sheer force of will. His eyes were locked onto his father. Confusion, and fear were replaced with sadness and unbridled rage as his father disappeared in the swelling power.

The Angels continued to talk amongst themselves, deciding how the humans would be split up. Isin didn't hear a word of it. The only thing he heard was the beating of his own heart in his ears. The sound of his breath as he struggled and failed to keep in control of his breathing. The world was cascaded into colorlessness as Isin's world shattered around him.

The morning began as it normally does, breakfast followed by breathing and stretching training with Joha and a few errands to fully prepare for the day. Bjorn had been out of sorts after the revelation that his father killed his mother. Him being upset just made Tanisha more affectionate towards him in her attempts to cheer him up. She had no idea why he was so down in the dumps, but that didn't stop her from the near constant pets and nuzzles.

He really wanted to go out and hunt something to take his mind off of things. She could apparently feel his anxiety too, and so she sped up with her errands so they could go to the Jackrabbit's camp and set up there. Joha was going to stay back; he was having no problem selling his spices in town and he doubted he would do better with monster hunters than with the townspeople.

"I don't think you should get involved in the hunt for the skinwalker," Joha said, as he was setting out his spices on his stall. "We are here to sell goods and I am sure the Jackrabbits and town guards are more than capable."

Tanisha let out a breath as she leaned against the stand. "So, are we going to let them suffer as one of those things?"

"Not every problem is your problem, Tanisha. The Jackrabbits handled these types of things before us and they will do so after we leave. Why are you so eager to go after this thing?" He tosses her a small glass container. "Place that over there for me."