Although Tyrese had expected this would happen, he had not expected it would happen this soon.
“I’ve just been informed a large contingent of Royal Knights are approaching the church,” Imogen said as Tyrese pulled on armour she had provided him with. “You’ll have to leave before they get here.”
Tyrese attached the large sword that had served him well throughout his life as a knight to the back of his armour and stepped forward, placing Imogen in a big bear hug.
“Before you hit me,” he whispered, “the next time you see me, I might be nothing more that ashes so I want to do this while I still can.”
“You are quite the baby,” Imogen scolded, even though her voice shook and then she hugged him back. “May Erynla protect you, and bring you back to me.”
Tyrese stepped back. “Goodbye sister. If the gods will it, we will meet in Nirvana.”
He turned and Imogen blinked then he was gone, a slight breeze of wind his parting gift. She closed her eyes, sending up a beseeching prayer to the goddess.
“Protect him, please.”
*
Mikel was roused from sleep by two firm hands forcefully shaking him by the shoulders, and as he bemusedly open his eyes, struggling to adjust to the bright light of the overhead lamps, his day clothes were suddenly thrown at him, one of the button of his shirt hitting him in the eye.
“Ow!” he put a hand to his face, all bleariness successfully knocked out of his eyes. “What did you do that for Eric?”
The Warlock pulled Mikel up, pushing the Druid behind the screen they used to change clothes. “Wear those, now.”
To his left, Mikel caught sight of Victoria emptying his drawers and packing a few things into a dewlap bag hurriedly.
“What are you guys doing? What’s going on?”
“You don’t have time Mikel, the Prelate has summoned you,” Victoria paused her packing and turned to face him. “What are you looking at me for? Go change!”
Very confused, Mikel did as she said. Dressing quickly, he wore dark trousers and the deep purple clothes he’d been given when he was first imprinted in No Blessed, slipping on a pair of worn leather shoes.
Victoria sealed the bag and handed it over to him, pushing it into his hands when he did not immediately collect it.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on? Are we being summoned to the Basilica again?”
Victoria took his hand, grasping it firmly. She traced the tattoos on the back of his palm in an endearing manner and looked into his anxious confused eyes.
“You are not the first I have met, the first that was sent,” she whispered and Mikel’s eyes flickered in confusion before the weight of her words registered. His eyes widened but Victoria did not let him speak. “It was long ago, her name was Lana and she never failed to tell me about the two angels she had left behind, they were her driving point, even until she died.”
Victoria closed her eyes, reliving memories she never should have been able to. “When you get back, ask for a woman named Praise. She will know where Lana’s children are,” – here Mikel looked like he wanted to speak but Victoria shushed him again – “And when you find them, tell them that their mother loved them very much, and she watches over them from Nirvana.”
She released Mikel’s hand, lowering her voice so Eric, who was standing by the door, would not hear her. “Kill us if you have to, but get back. You do not deserve to die here too.”
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Fantasy- Completed - 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...
