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For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer.
But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
"That was cool Mikel," Eric said excitedly as the other Priest gingerly pressed his bandaged shoulder. "You were awesome out there."
"Yeah," Mikel agreed, grimacing at the stab of pain he felt from his shoulder. "I might have also made a few enemies."
He was disgruntled to learn he had woken up in a kilt again, especially when there had been an obvious wound on his shoulder, one that clearly did not require his trousers being taken off. Looking at Thelma questioningly did nothing but make her giggle and with an exasperated sigh, he began pulling on his clothes.
"How's the other guy?" he asked and Eric shrugged.
"Damon's fine, for the most part," he replied. "But you burned him pretty badly."
He stage whispered to Mikel conspiratorially. "I hear half of his face is irreparably burned."
Mikel cringed, tying the sash on his robe. "Like Two Face? That must look nasty."
Eric looked puzzled. "Who's Two Face?"
"Township folklore," Mikel lied, then steered the conversation away from the topic, glancing out the door. "Let's go, it's time for dinner isn't it?"
"Yeah," Eric agreed, standing up and lending Mikel his hand which the other priest used to gratefully lift himself up.
"Thanks."
"Yes, yes. Come on. Let's go eat, I can almost smell the porridge." Eric said impatiently, tugging Mikel along.
"Bye boys," Thelma called as they left the room.
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Patrol was one of the best parts of Thelma's day. Protecting the less experienced apprentices of the church reminded her of why she had decided to stay after her graduation; so she could train others to become as useful as she had become.
Besides, jumping from turret to turret was also very fun, allowing her to feel exhilaration that only the Elves were able to experience, as they were the only mystical fauna with wings.
As she completed the last lap before she retired for the night and let another teacher take over, she caught sight of flying sparks flashing beneath her. Nearly losing her balance, she caught herself by hanging unto the spire of the turret.
Carefully, Thelma lowered her body down from the turrets then she slid down the body of the building as quietly as she could. There had not been any major monster attacks near the August Church for a while now, but one never knew.
However, what she found was entirely different from what she had thought. Mikel had his right hand out stretched, smoke oozing from it, with an angry look on his face.
"This has to work!" he shouted to nothing in particular, gritting his teeth harshly.
"Nature hath rejected thou," he chanted, clearly trying out a spell. "And the gates of hell spit thy soul out if its depths. The Elders rebuke thou, and the Earth refuses thy sacrifice."
