The clinic waiting room inside the City of Dawn is a serene blend of Incan heritage and modern comfort. Moonlight filtered through large, carved stone windows. A vibrant mural depicts scenes of ancient Incan life, its colors muted but enchanting at night. Woven tapestries hang alongside them, adding texture and warmth.
A semi-circle of plush chairs, upholstered in earthy tones, surrounded a low wooden coffee table. Several small side tables made of polished stone held magazines and potted plants. Under the mural, an elegant bench provides additional seating while allowing guests to admire the artwork.
Sitting on the chairs, the gang awaited Hinmatoom’s fate. Doctors worked hard to save his life behind the wooden door.
While still on Pedro’s shoulders, Aganos stared at the door in its miniature avatar form. Its glowing eyes flickered with intensity, betraying anxiety. It glanced back at the mural, seeking solace from ancient stories. It would then return its gaze to the door, hoping for news.
“Do not worry,” Pedro signed. “Our healers are saving your friend.”
The golem groaned and nodded, its eyes turning dim with Pedro’s words. Aganos climbed down from Pedro’s shoulders and approached Jago. It raised its hands, forming signs and tracing shapes in the air that spoke volumes of regret and forgiveness.
“Oh, Aganos wants to apologize to you, Jago,” Pedro said.
The monk raised a brow. “For what?”
“If he hurt you.”
Jago dug in his memories until one clicked. “Oh right, at the Tiger Shrine. I didn’t understand why it attacked me until I saw that strange device on its head. I suspected it was in pain.”
Pedro translated as the mini golem explained with its gestures. “Well, your suspicion was correct. It was a mind-controlling device created by Ultratech. They forced him to do things he didn’t want to do.”
“Man, that’s fucked up!” TJ said.
“Indeed,” Jago said. He glanced at Aganos with newfound empathy. “I’m sorry you had to endure that, but I’m glad you’re free now.”
The golem’s shoulders relaxed, and a soft, relieved hum resonated. After a while, Aganos formed distinct signs, its fingers moving with a hint of fear.
“What’s he saying?” Nikita asked.
“Aganos asks if the girl who saved Jago is here. He’s afraid of her,” Pedro said.
“What? A war golem scared of a kid with mind powers? That’s a first!” TJ chuckled, shaking his head.
“TJ, can you imagine being shoved halfway across the world by a telekinetic? That’s a frightening experience,” Nikita said.
The boxer clicked his tongue. “Good point. Anyway, Aggy, you shouldn’t worry. Carrie’s on our side, so if she sees you, we’ll explain what you endured.”
“Jago?” a voice called as everyone turned toward it. While carrying TJ’s pet guinea pig, Carrie arrived at the clinic with Pemba.
Aganos’ eyes widened in alarm, its miniature form trembling. The golem’s hands moved, making cautious remarks.
Pedro stepped forward, reassuring the golem. “It’s okay, Aganos. Carrie means no harm, I promise.”
When Carrie spotted the golem, her expression shifted to curiosity as she approached the table. “What is that?”
“This is Aganos, the war golem I mentioned while heading to the citadel,” Maya said.
“The same one that fought the sorcerer? He looks small, and I don’t see the jewel on his head.”
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Killer Instinct: Carrie Unleashed
Fanfiction"You can only push a person so far before they break." The dark veil of the Black Prom Massacre still hangs heavy over Chamberlain, Maine. Everyone believes the tragedy's catalyst, Carrie White, is dead, but they are wrong. Barely clinging to life a...
