《The Prophecy Of The Four Kings》Chapter 18
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Levant and Polaris came out of the forest's tree line and onto the Sandy shore, the moon was full and it glistened on the surface of the sea, illuminating the vast body of water and the sand on the shore,
Polaris sat down, with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, he just looked on at the water flowing in and out , crashing forward onto the sand and then retreating back into the ocean, it repeated that sequence with such serenity and grace,
Polaris just sat there and watched the water, unknowingly this had caused him to produce an aura of calmness that almost seemed still, levant was standing behind him and had a genuine look of surprise on his face, because this was one of the few times he had every seen pol so calm,
"I guess all of our checks in the forest are finished", Polaris said, getting up from where he was sitting,
“yeah, I guess so, by the way, sorry for being an asshole earlier, and shooting the fireball at you”, levant said, his face had a soft smile on it as he looked directly at Polaris,
“don’t worry about it, plus I figured that half of that idea was probably due to Barak, not only that I’ve done worse to the two of you in worse situations, so we’re all good”, Polaris said smiling back at Levant,
"let's head to the island while its still dark, we don’t want anyone from the clan knowing that we're going there, especially my mother", he continued, walking up to levant, and looking at him directly in his eyes,
Levant scoffed,"I don't see why you're so annoyed by her, your mother is just trying to look out for you",
"I know, but she worries to much", Polaris answered,
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“well at least one of them cares”, Levant said,
“but have you ever thought about just leaving”, levant asked,
“yup, multiple times, just disappearing and never coming back”, Polaris said,
“yeah me too, the elders of the clan put way too much strain on us when we were younger”, Levant said,
“yup, always telling us we’re special, and that we’re vital to the clan, but never fully explaining what that means”, Polaris said, levant turning and looking up at the moon,
“gosh, I would love to travel this world one day, free to do whatever I want whenever I want”, levant said, reaching his hand towards the moon,
Levant looked at polaris and gave a slight grin and then chuckled at the conversation they just had, his stomach letting out a loud growl,
"Look let's go, hopefully by the time we get there, either barak or aster cooked something to eat cause i am hungry as fuck", levant stated, as he started to walk back into the forest,
“for sure, before all of that freedom, lets get something to eat”, Polaris said,
Switching to aster
Deep underground, Aster knocked down the wall of earth which lead into a large opening, large enough to fit about six or seven large warehouses,
He walked out into the opening, with the giant in tow bounded by multiple rocks linked together, where multiple work stations stood, these stations where usually manned by blacksmiths, but today the stations were empty, Aster kept walking until he came to the end of the vast underground hall, he stopped in front of an old wooden door, it was unpainted and cracking at the joints, it's knob was no longer there only leaving a vacant hole,
Aster looked back at the giant and then moved the earth around the giant to keep him in place,
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And with a loud, BANG, the door flung open hitting the wall behind it and stopping, it slowly moved forward, with a very distinct creak, a part of the door dropped off and laid at aster feet,
a soft yellow light filled the room, in the middle of it stood a table, with multiple weapons, pieces of armor, and various stones and gems of various sizes, and colors, scattered all over the table, at one corner of the table stood a large white crystal with a rectangular screen projecting off of it, in front of the screen sat a figure, with a half finished bottle of liquor next to him,
“no, no, that will never do”, the person said,
Aster walked up behind him and tapped him on his shoulder, which caused him to jump and turn around in his chair,
"Oh aster it's only you, you’re back from your errand already", the person said, with a sigh of relief,
"Yes kwanaé, so tell me, why is the workshop empty ?"? Aster asked,
"Well the guys called it quits early and headed home, I just decided to stay behind", kwanaé said,
“what ?, why ?”, aster asked,
“I don’t know, davy said, something about drinking and partying tonight, and all the others agreed, and you know if it’s me by myself I can’t stop them from doing shit”, Kwanae said,
“of course it was davy, they must’ve gone to the doubleback bar, his girlfriends family owns the place afterall”, aster said,
“did they atleast get the repair order, for the city hall finished”, Aster asked,
“ohh that, yeah, they packed up everything, and had Darik pick it up”, kwanae said,
"Oh, fair enough, want to see something cool", Aster responded walking back through, the now broken, door, kwanaé followed him, and his eyes became alive and ecstatic when he saw the giant,
"So two things, wrap this guy up in something so that he can’t get away, and run some analysis on him, and don't tell anyone, and don't ask me where he came from" aster demanded,
"Its just like you to appear out of nowhere with something that can't be explained, and ask for two things, but list five", kwanaé said shaking his head with a look of disappointment,
"Exactly", Aster replied proudly,
Aster pulled a piece of earth up and started to ascend to the openings ceiling,
"Now I have to get going so i will come back in about two or three days", Aster shouted as he began to go into the ceiling,
“by the way he can control earth like me, so through him in back container, that’s filled with water, it should keep him quiet”, Aster said, shouting down to kwanae,
Kwanaè just looked on dumbfounded by his friend's behaviour,
Aster returned back to the surface, he gazed up at the moon,
He inhaled deeply,
"I wish this moment of peace could last longer", he thought to himself, for that brief moment he smiled,
"Now it's time to see what she has In store for us", he said to himself, before heading off to the island.
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