Issue # 17- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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It`s the radiant golden glow cast by the duo of mystical court members that ignites Mikel`s belligerence despite the warnings whispering up from the oracle at his side.

“Welcome to my keep counsel. I assume you come to praise the work of the newest Guardian?”he inquires acidly effecting a courtly bow.

“Foolish jackass,” Arapos hisses upward as he straightens. Did the hulking dolt not recall how easily his lineal powers had been ripped from him mere months ago!?

“Your attitude towards the Echelon has not improved much son of Morthas,” comes from the lean male his features hidden within the folds of his rich yellow hood.”I caution you not to add to your sentence.”

“I fail to see how one can add to an eternal sentence,” Mikel answers striding nearer to the two than his oracle dares.

“Do you not son of Morthas? Perhaps full mortality would remind you of how generous the Echelon was in your sentencing.” This spoken by the female. She was equally as statuesque as the male, both looking down upon the Guardian that stands six foot seven.

“A mortal could not guard your realm gates and well you know it!” Mikel announces his mercurial gaze riveted to his two persecutors.” If you came to deliver my wrists a slap then do so and return to your vapors.”

The female`s safflower robe rustles as she glides across the Guardian`s favorite room in this manse, dissolving his prized tomes with a touch of her mind. His foot moves then he stops realizing this show was a warning to remind him of what the legal over-seer`s of the magical realms were capable of. As if he needed a reminder of how easily they could commute his sentence to one of death? Could passage into the void be much worse than living as this hybrid he now was?

“Since you are yet a novice to this position we come with a warning,” the male says restoring the volumes with a thought.” Abide by the dictates Guardian. Humans have seen you dispatch a dark beast and engage a dragon mistress. I caution you to greater care in the dereliction of your duties henceforth.”

“I shall endeavor to live up to your expectations,” Mikel says tartly looking at the duo floating before him.

“Do so,” the woman states flatly.”We shall not come with a mere warning next time son of Morthas.”

Gently they disappear back into the vapors of the higher realms, fading into mist until his repository is engulfed in inky darkness once more.

“Rayvenwing you thick-headed, ill tempered….”

“Spare me your viper`s tongue,” he growls dangerously falling into the long dark leather sofa, his head dropping down to rest in his strong hands. He inhales deeply then exhales through his nostrils.”Go Arapos. I beseech you.”

Her teeth dig into her tongue as she leaves the library. Despite how it galls her, she shuffles through the mansion hoping to find succor for the troubled male.