The center of the room was a raised platform four feet off the floor and about twenty-five feet square. An elaborate iron railing along three sides stood about waist high with a wall completing the fourth. Fifteen people were in a heated argument on the platform. Chloe sat along the stairs on the right side leading up to the floor. She watched intently as the people quibbled.
Fabian, a tall muscular blonde warrior, stepped forward and spoke, “We can certainly hold down the church here for as long as we need. We have provisions, we have weapons, we have everything we need to survive the next few invasions.”
“We need to leave, this is just a very temporary solution to our situation, we can meet up with the others in the west.” Emil the elder responded.
As they continued there arguments Chloe found herself staring at the weapon resting on the railing in front of her. It was Emil’s sword, four feet long with a serrated razor sharp edge and a pointed hook at the end. It was pure beauty in weapon form, she thought. The blade had a bluish black tint to it that refracted the light in an entrancing way. Then she felt it, a presence.. no, two presences, that did not belong here. She searched with her minds eye into the room.
“We will be perfectly safe, Jance and I can easily protect all of you,” Fabian said as he advanced on Emil slowly and deliberately.
“That is nice,” Chloe chimed in, “but did you realize he’s already possessed?” She pointed a finger at Fabian. He shot her a death glare and swept quickly through the remaining space between him and Emil. In an instant Emil was on the floor limp, his head angled awkwardly from his body.
Chloe jumped up from her place on the stairs, leaping over the banister she grabbed Fabians sword and landed delicately on her feet a short distance away from him. He started to rush her; she sidestepped bringing the sword up level with his neck and then pulled hard forward. His body being carried by the momentum continued on, but the head lingered on the blade.
“We will get you,” the head garbled as it slowly fell to the floor. Chloe stared at it for a moment before swinging the blade around her and catching Gonfit across the waist separating him into two as he was leaping at her. She knelt down and whispered a prayer for both their souls and went back to her place, taking the blade with her.
“What will we do?” A small boy run up to Chloe and looked into her eyes expectantly.
“What’s your name? And are you fast?” She replied.
“Arwen, and certainly I am, fastest out of all the kids,” he beamed.
Chloe reached into her satchel and pulled out an ancient looking tome, flipped though a bunch of pages until she found the one she was looking for. She tore a section of the page off and handed to the child, “Take this to the east, the direction of the rising sun. You keep going and don’t stop until you find someone named Gar. Give this to him.” The boy nodded and was off.
-V-
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