Scribbler Guardian 2: Seven Sons of Zion by Lucian Bane

Author:Lucian Bane [Bane, Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Come,” the Queen held out a hand to them. “We have many important things to discuss.” Her luminous face broke into a gentle smile before she turned and entered a quark shaped doorway. Her royal gown was of the sheerest materials that glistened like spun lavender, if that were possible. It flowed several feet behind her, dainty straps of lavender gems on her small shoulders.

Poe and Contessant entered the chamber cautiously, both taken aback with the room’s interior, the floor in particular. There was no discernable one. It was like walking into a private galaxy hidden in Heaven’s realm. Poe noted the missing surfaces for the walls and ceiling as well.

“Wow!” Contessant gasped while Poe gazed around at the glittery particles of lavender light floating at the edges of the eight sided room.

The door whispered shut behind them and the particles beneath their feet seemed to solidify and form a hard, sparkly surface. Utterly breathtaking. Poe realized the particles were still in the process of condensing along the walls. They stopped about waist high, forming tops with thick decorative scrolls. Furniture came into view that wasn’t visible before, while the remaining walls and ceiling stayed open to the galactic view.

“I shall give you a moment to acclimate to your surroundings.” The Queen’s voice flowed and felt like melodious honey. “Valentine, I must say, you do look quite lovely in my décor.”

“Thank you, my Queen.”

Poe didn’t miss the warmth in the exchange with the Blood Warrior as he pulled Contessant to sit with him on one of the white pieces of furniture. Dazzling white.

“Sabre, I should like to thank you for your ever-loyal service to Octava.”

“An honor, my Queen,” he said.

Poe and Contessant sat carefully, not sure what the furniture was made of. At encountering a material that could have been clouds covered in leather, they eyed each other with the barest of smiles. Poe winked at her, hoping to soothe her obvious nerves.

“I am so very in awe,” the Queen said.

They both turned their gazes to the Queen and found her lavender gemmed eyes fixed on them. Poe noticed the tear drop—also lavender—in the center of Octava’s eight sided symbol set in the crown upon her brilliant white hair. “I had to see it with my own eyes,” she said. “The Scribbler and the Creation. Entirely One.”

Poe was almost relieved at her words. They seemed positive, but he still held Contessant’s hand tightly in his. He wanted her to feel his strength, feel his intentions to protect her with all his might.

Sadness slowly entered the Queen’s happy expression. “The Minister of Sound has received message from Earth’s Sound Scribbler. The news is not good.”

They waited for her to continue.

“I am very sorry that your visit to Octava is such an untimely one. I do wish things were different. But the times are more perilous than any inhabitants know. I have protected them as long as I can.” The Queen stood. “I have received word that there are plans to take control of Octava’s Capital.

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