Issue # 13-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Forty-five minutes into the drive Mikel gives his anxious cousin another look.”What did you do to your hair?” he inquires. Erick runs a hand over the long thick Mohawk while keeping his eyes on the sky.

“It`s called a hairstyle. Made by a barber? You really should try it!” he snipes.” Although that would interfere with that whole ‘Badass/Renaissance/ Terminator/ Fabio’ look of yours.”

Mikel sighs allowing his left hand to drape over the Rover`s wheel.” So we spend this trip trading insults?”

“Can`t think of a better way to kill time while seeing the wonder that is Colorado in the winter! No. Wait. I just had another idea! We can both be torn to shreds by the dragon sisters and have our balls used as appetizers. Which, by the way, IS going to happen since you forced me from the safety of the Fey realm!” Erick snarls turning from his steady perusal of the clear blue skies to glare at his cousin.

“Once we get to my home Ephra will cover you with charms that will block the sisters,” the Guardian explains intent on the white roadway before him.

“Ephra? A witch I take it? That explains the charm on your chest,” Erick snickers reaching up to toy with the studs of platinum that run the perimeter of his left ear.”She marked you well Mee-kel,” he titters drawing out his cousin`s name.”We all know the meaning of that glyph.”

Mikel lets the taunt roll off since he had no way of removing the softly glowing markings clearly indicating ‘Mine’ from his flesh. He would have to have a talk with the little witch when he and the sulking sorcerer got home.”Ephra is young and acts before thinking. It means little.”

“Uh-huh. To YOU maybe,” Erick snickers finally relaxing a small bit and letting his wide back settle into the Rover`s thick seat.”So you said you needed my help? That’s assuming we both don`t end up in the pit of Vestra`s acid filled gullet mind you!”

“Someone is tampering with the realm gates. Since I can`t move among our peers discreetly any longer I need you to be my eyes and ears,” Mikel explains moving past slow moving human vehicles. The snowy road making them wary, but his kind usually had no such worries.

“Wonderful,” Erick huffs dryly lifting Mikel`s cell from its small dash compartment,” So I`m to be your mole. In exchange for risking my neck what do I get from nosing about our old friends?”

“You get to keep your balls for as long as possible,” Mikel states moving his sharp silver eyes to Erick who mouths ‘Ha’.” The humans can never know of our existence Erick. The security of the gates is imperative.”

“Spoken like the Guardian you were forced to become Mikel,” Erick whispers sadly.

Mikel opens his mouth to reply when the Rover is blown off the road by a massive fireball from above.