Issue # 10- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Mikel stands at the edge of the sidewalk moving his head first left then right, his hands deep into the pockets of his onyx overcoat. The police had corded off the area under the overpass since they were still gathering information on a murder. That meant he could do what needed done relatively free from human eyes.

The large male gathers a breath then takes the three steps needed. Exhaling slowly and allowing his lids to sweep closed he places both palms to the deathly cold concrete wall and calls upon the power the High Echelon had infused him with after his hearing.

The sound of traffic moving overhead dulls to blend with his pulse rushing through his veins as the once insubstantial gate begins to materialize. Twenty feet high the portal stands ajar while the humans cement and steel girders fade into a misty apparition. A fierce growl explodes from his diaphragm, his lashes fly up to revel simmering molten mercury irises and he slams the pent up energy into the mystical gateway propelling the portal closed.

Sucking air in rapidly Mikel then lifts a shaking index finger to trace over the ornate clasp. The metal warms and hums as he hears the tumblers fall into place. He steps back to watch as this world’s façade returns. Once assured of his success he turns to place his back to cover the ‘Death to Fairies!’ tag done in fluorescent green. Leprechauns were such a vindictive race he ruminates with a grimace.

When his breath returns to normal he lopes across the street avoiding the large area of dried blood on the roadway. The well combed crime scene a grim reminder of his failure. Inside his vehicle with Onslaught screaming he pulls the missive from his inner pocket. A scowl forms on his rugged face as he ponders what Erick has gotten himself into this time. His uncle`s name on the envelope that held the aroma of sulfur could NOT be a good thing!

Tossing a fast look in the side mirror he whips out onto 14th then takes the first exit to climb onto route 70.

The eldest dragon sister was riled enough to come to this continent and squeeze her ex-fiancée’s stones to deliver a letter to Romane. That in and of itself sent warning flares up despite her attempt to foist the errand off as a tit-for-tat deal. Postal run in exchange for information she may or may not possess. Bless her black brimstone heart her ploy had worked for here he was pushing across the state at one A.M.!

He snorts at how neatly he had been drug into this affair, and knowing Erick the word affair was more than likely the reason for Vestra`s visit. Rayvenwing males were notorious for their drives. Ephra dances up before his eyes, as does the Princess. He allows Paul Mahoney`s screaming vocals to drive the images away as he heads West towards Rifle.