Demon of the Skies [Book 1]

The Round Table

Gah sorry for the long wait to update!  School and college applications have decided to kick me in the ass.  Enjoy!

Chapter Quote:

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”

~G.K. Chesterson

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Chapter 4: The Round Table

Cipher

“Wait, so Pixy actually liked bickering with you?” Blaze mused. “That’s surprising considering the man has the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

“How did you just quote Harry Potter when it had absolutely nothing to do with the topic?” Genette asked with a look of annoyed wonder.

“How did you know I just quoted it?  Admit it Genette, you’re as much of a Potterhead as I am.”

“I just hide my insanity better than you.”

“Insanity is why I’m top of my class back the Academy.  Deal with it.  Anyone else hungry?  Jason, do you have Ben and Jerry’s ice cream?”

“I just happened to stock up on it before you came over.  You’ll find Cake Batter and Cheesecake Brownie.  There are four cartons each because you two hounds eat so much of the stuff,” I joked.

“I love you so much!” Elizabeth squealed as she leapt over the back of the couch and ran to the kitchen.  Genette followed her in the same manner, sliding onto the hardwood floors in his socks.

“They’re going to break something,” I grumbled drolly to myself as I got up to follow them.

“Genette, Chopper is Skyping you,” Blaze informed, shutting the silverware drawer with her hip.

“Who’s Chopper?” Genette queried.

“I mean Alvin.  Sorry, I’m used to calling him by his callsign.” My nephew skated over to his laptop, ice cream in hand.  He hit the answer button, enthusiastically greeting his friend.

“Where are you?” Alvin inquired.  He was a nice kid.  I’d met him once at Genette’s graduation.  I liked him; he was respectful to everyone, had a good sense of humor (actually he joked around a lot), he was friendly, he was outgoing, and he was smart.  In fact, I think another certain someone liked him too, a person eating Cake Batter ice cream.

“I’m at my Uncle Jason’s,” Genette explained.

“Well, I don’t know if he can see or hear me but HI UNCLE JASON!” Alvin hollered.

I stepped into the camera’s view briefly and waved, greeting, “I can see and hear you perfectly.”

“Hey Chopper!” Elizabeth shouted from the counter.  She didn’t show herself on camera but Alvin apparently knew her voice.

“Blaze!  How are you and where are you?” he laughed.

“I’m good and I’m behind the laptop eating ice cream.  What about you?”

“I’m good, and come in front of the camera so it’s not like you’re a disembodied voice.  It’s creeping me out.”

“Not happening.  I don’t have makeup on and I don’t care how long you’ve known me, I’m not showing myself without makeup.”

“Such a woman.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?  Because remember, I beat your record in number of hops won my first year at the academy.”