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Authors: Shayne Silvers
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about that whole ordeal for quite some time. Unsuccessfully. We demand an explanation of a great many things from you, young man.” He paused, wrinkling his nose, suddenly distracted. Then his gaze locked onto me like a bird of prey. “What. Is. That. Smell?” I froze, not knowing what he was talking about, but all too aware that he literally had the authority to end me, right here, right now.
“Brimstone, Sir.” Another wizard hissed in surprise.
“What have you been up to, Master Temple?” The leader asked, seeming cautious for the first time.
“Damn it! You’re the second person to say that. Do they make Demon Febreeze?” No one moved. “I was told that the whole city reeks of it, but that I smell the strongest of it. Test the veracity of my words. I don’t know why I smell like Brimstone. I swear it on my power.”
The man studied me, finally nodding. I had sworn it on my power, so I literally couldn’t lie about it. That was good… but it didn’t mean I was safe. The smell wasn’t why I had been kidnapped.
“Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I don’t even know your name. Or the alleged list of other crimes against me. My city went to hell a few months ago, and it was either stand and fight by myself or let a group of were-dragons run amok, murdering civilians. I never once saw the Academy show up to help.” The thug who had kind of bonded with me shifted from one foot to another.
“Did you have something to add, Gavin?” The leader asked with menace.
The thug turned to his boss. “He’s got a point. How can he be guilty if he was the only one here to fight the threat? Condemning a man for being a vigilante when it was the only course available to him isn’t justice.”
The leader watched his man for a few tense moments. “It seems Gavin’s resolve is weak. Sympathy is not becoming in a Justice.”
“Maybe it should be.” He answered defiantly. I hid my smile. A partner in crime! I held out my hand for a fist bump. He ignored me, still staring at his boss. I scowled at the side of his head, lowering my hand.
The leader blinked. “We will discuss this later.” He shot Gavin a scowl that brooked no further discussion. “My name is Jafar, the Captain of the Academy Justices. Let’s move our discussion to a topic of much interest to the Academy. The Armory your parents supposedly stashed away. The cache of supernatural weapons. This was the reason the dragons were here in the first place, correct?” I felt my faint glimmer of hope sizzle out and die like a bug colliding with a bug zapper. He seemed to enjoy the look of shock on my face, enjoying my mental backpedaling. “No need to deny it. We have all heard the stories of how they stole artifacts from other families over the years, robbing graves, or outright buying items that should have been handed over to us for safekeeping. Until now, we had presumed them to be rumors, but your actions, and those of the thieving dragons, prove otherwise. Now, you are going to hand it over to us, as should have happened in the first place. Where is it?”
I hesitated. Dare I hand it over to them? Especially since it was… mine? But was it really? Had my parents stolen the rumored items that filled this elusive Armory? I hadn’t yet been able to prove that it was even real, despite everyone else seeming to know so much about it. But, assuming it was everything that everyone feared, did I have any right to hoard it? Did the Academy have any right to take it? Thinking of their wrinkly, power-hungry hands caressing those items hidden away by my parents made me cringe deep down inside… like a dragon hoarding his gold. These men hadn’t been in St. Louis to help me with the dragons, but as soon as they heard about the booty to be gained, all of a sudden I was a liability, and they wasted no time in visiting my city to take the prize. But they hadn’t given a damn about the lives that could have been taken if I hadn’t stood up to
“Brimstone, Sir.” Another wizard hissed in surprise.
“What have you been up to, Master Temple?” The leader asked, seeming cautious for the first time.
“Damn it! You’re the second person to say that. Do they make Demon Febreeze?” No one moved. “I was told that the whole city reeks of it, but that I smell the strongest of it. Test the veracity of my words. I don’t know why I smell like Brimstone. I swear it on my power.”
The man studied me, finally nodding. I had sworn it on my power, so I literally couldn’t lie about it. That was good… but it didn’t mean I was safe. The smell wasn’t why I had been kidnapped.
“Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I don’t even know your name. Or the alleged list of other crimes against me. My city went to hell a few months ago, and it was either stand and fight by myself or let a group of were-dragons run amok, murdering civilians. I never once saw the Academy show up to help.” The thug who had kind of bonded with me shifted from one foot to another.
“Did you have something to add, Gavin?” The leader asked with menace.
The thug turned to his boss. “He’s got a point. How can he be guilty if he was the only one here to fight the threat? Condemning a man for being a vigilante when it was the only course available to him isn’t justice.”
The leader watched his man for a few tense moments. “It seems Gavin’s resolve is weak. Sympathy is not becoming in a Justice.”
“Maybe it should be.” He answered defiantly. I hid my smile. A partner in crime! I held out my hand for a fist bump. He ignored me, still staring at his boss. I scowled at the side of his head, lowering my hand.
The leader blinked. “We will discuss this later.” He shot Gavin a scowl that brooked no further discussion. “My name is Jafar, the Captain of the Academy Justices. Let’s move our discussion to a topic of much interest to the Academy. The Armory your parents supposedly stashed away. The cache of supernatural weapons. This was the reason the dragons were here in the first place, correct?” I felt my faint glimmer of hope sizzle out and die like a bug colliding with a bug zapper. He seemed to enjoy the look of shock on my face, enjoying my mental backpedaling. “No need to deny it. We have all heard the stories of how they stole artifacts from other families over the years, robbing graves, or outright buying items that should have been handed over to us for safekeeping. Until now, we had presumed them to be rumors, but your actions, and those of the thieving dragons, prove otherwise. Now, you are going to hand it over to us, as should have happened in the first place. Where is it?”
I hesitated. Dare I hand it over to them? Especially since it was… mine? But was it really? Had my parents stolen the rumored items that filled this elusive Armory? I hadn’t yet been able to prove that it was even real, despite everyone else seeming to know so much about it. But, assuming it was everything that everyone feared, did I have any right to hoard it? Did the Academy have any right to take it? Thinking of their wrinkly, power-hungry hands caressing those items hidden away by my parents made me cringe deep down inside… like a dragon hoarding his gold. These men hadn’t been in St. Louis to help me with the dragons, but as soon as they heard about the booty to be gained, all of a sudden I was a liability, and they wasted no time in visiting my city to take the prize. But they hadn’t given a damn about the lives that could have been taken if I hadn’t stood up to
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