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loudspeaker?”
Casey and Artorius both shrugged, as Casey answered. “Kylie is back at the rendezvous point where Grayson was supposed to be. I’m not sure what she’s getting all worked up about, though.”
A single name commanded their attention. Grayson was almost yelling.
“Cyann? What do you mean they took Cyann?”
Chapter 59 - Chase
“How did Baroty get Cyann again?”
Monson, Grayson, Casey and Artorius were sitting on the back of the massive white dragon, Legon, racing towards the Battlefield. Artorius and Casey were checking their weapons and reloading the C reation S tones on their Glyian Combat Gloves. Casey sheathed his short sword before yelling aloud, “You tell us—you were the last one to see her.”
Monson felt a twinge of guilt. He was the last to have seen her. He was also the one who had disabled her and thus eliminated any chance she had of defending herself.
They were supposed to be hiding, thought Monson, gritting his teeth with impatience and guilt. Damion, what the hell are you —
A thought occurred to him as he mentally chided Damion Peterson. Damion was with the others—Indigo, Boston and a whole bunch of other students! They all could have easily been….
Another revelation smacked Monson: Ignace was working for Baroty…was helping him…oh no….
“Grey,” Casey placed a hand on Monson’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“This is all my fault.” Monson covered his eyes. “I knew they were after Cyann; I should have been more careful.”
“Why don’t you share with the rest of the class?” Casey gave his shoulder another squeeze.
Monson nodded, not knowing what else to do, and quickly told the story of what had happened to Cyann and him in the Atrium, Baroty’s video/projection and charade as Monson’s grandfather, and knocking Cyann out and leaving her. He left out most of the details, knowing that the flying castle known as Legon would get them to wherever they were going in seconds. Nevertheless, he knew he had to relay what he could before the fighting started again. Artorius and Casey gave each other meaningful looks once Monson was finished.
Artorius chuckled slightly. “You do realize that you’re in for an incredible beating once we save Cyann, right?”
His response did not surprise Monson. “Yeah. She’s not going to be real happy with me for getting her caught.”
Casey slapped Monson upside the head. “Grey, your idiocy is starting to take its toll on me. I don’t know how much longer I can handle it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hang on, y’all,” Grayson called out. “I think we’re in for some turbulence.”
“What was that, Grayson?” Monson yelled as he steadied himself on one of the dragon’s spikes.
Grayson did not say anything else, but only pointed to the giant domed stadium on the horizon.
Casey’s voice resounded before anyone else could voice their thoughts. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Roman soldiers–hundreds, maybe even thousands of them–surrounded the stadium where Coren University played its football games. Down below, dragons and the members of H.U.M.A.N.E. fought a three-way battle with the Midday Darkness and the Roman Legionnaires. There was no semblance of strategy, only survival under the combined pressure of mystical beings. Monson watched as members of H.U.M.A.N.E. and their large, scaly companions fell one after another to the gargoyles.
“You fear the suffering of others,” a voice echoed from the depths of his mind. “Why does one such as you concern himself with the struggles of lesser beings?”
Monson wanted to say that he was surprised by the observations and that the voice of whoever was speaking was not familiar to him. Such was not the case , however; He was very much aware of who was speaking. Monson responded .
And you’re the one who determines who is lesser and who is greater ?
“It is not a manner of determination but of predestination. Those with
Casey and Artorius both shrugged, as Casey answered. “Kylie is back at the rendezvous point where Grayson was supposed to be. I’m not sure what she’s getting all worked up about, though.”
A single name commanded their attention. Grayson was almost yelling.
“Cyann? What do you mean they took Cyann?”
Chapter 59 - Chase
“How did Baroty get Cyann again?”
Monson, Grayson, Casey and Artorius were sitting on the back of the massive white dragon, Legon, racing towards the Battlefield. Artorius and Casey were checking their weapons and reloading the C reation S tones on their Glyian Combat Gloves. Casey sheathed his short sword before yelling aloud, “You tell us—you were the last one to see her.”
Monson felt a twinge of guilt. He was the last to have seen her. He was also the one who had disabled her and thus eliminated any chance she had of defending herself.
They were supposed to be hiding, thought Monson, gritting his teeth with impatience and guilt. Damion, what the hell are you —
A thought occurred to him as he mentally chided Damion Peterson. Damion was with the others—Indigo, Boston and a whole bunch of other students! They all could have easily been….
Another revelation smacked Monson: Ignace was working for Baroty…was helping him…oh no….
“Grey,” Casey placed a hand on Monson’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“This is all my fault.” Monson covered his eyes. “I knew they were after Cyann; I should have been more careful.”
“Why don’t you share with the rest of the class?” Casey gave his shoulder another squeeze.
Monson nodded, not knowing what else to do, and quickly told the story of what had happened to Cyann and him in the Atrium, Baroty’s video/projection and charade as Monson’s grandfather, and knocking Cyann out and leaving her. He left out most of the details, knowing that the flying castle known as Legon would get them to wherever they were going in seconds. Nevertheless, he knew he had to relay what he could before the fighting started again. Artorius and Casey gave each other meaningful looks once Monson was finished.
Artorius chuckled slightly. “You do realize that you’re in for an incredible beating once we save Cyann, right?”
His response did not surprise Monson. “Yeah. She’s not going to be real happy with me for getting her caught.”
Casey slapped Monson upside the head. “Grey, your idiocy is starting to take its toll on me. I don’t know how much longer I can handle it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hang on, y’all,” Grayson called out. “I think we’re in for some turbulence.”
“What was that, Grayson?” Monson yelled as he steadied himself on one of the dragon’s spikes.
Grayson did not say anything else, but only pointed to the giant domed stadium on the horizon.
Casey’s voice resounded before anyone else could voice their thoughts. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Roman soldiers–hundreds, maybe even thousands of them–surrounded the stadium where Coren University played its football games. Down below, dragons and the members of H.U.M.A.N.E. fought a three-way battle with the Midday Darkness and the Roman Legionnaires. There was no semblance of strategy, only survival under the combined pressure of mystical beings. Monson watched as members of H.U.M.A.N.E. and their large, scaly companions fell one after another to the gargoyles.
“You fear the suffering of others,” a voice echoed from the depths of his mind. “Why does one such as you concern himself with the struggles of lesser beings?”
Monson wanted to say that he was surprised by the observations and that the voice of whoever was speaking was not familiar to him. Such was not the case , however; He was very much aware of who was speaking. Monson responded .
And you’re the one who determines who is lesser and who is greater ?
“It is not a manner of determination but of predestination. Those with
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