Sevanouir: Rebirth (The Strange Tales of the Malefic Book 1) by D'Artagnan Anderle

Author:D'Artagnan Anderle [Anderle, D'Artagnan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Curio Publishing
Published: 2017-05-28T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Roux sat underneath one of the redwood trees in Eventide Forest. He tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for the others to arrive. Izzy was late, not so shocking for her, and Bobo was bringing Sylas with him. He mentally prepared himself for what was going to be another long day.

He had wanted to be there when Sy came to, but Izzy convinced him to report to the collective and see what they thought of the situation. He always hated talking to the higher-ups; most of them were too damn serious for his liking.

Granted, they had to deal with monsters on a daily basis, as well as other people with mystical abilities who committed a wide range of crimes including murder, domination, resurrecting the dead, causing famine, and the like, but at least they could do it with a sense of humor, right? They might not have been heroes in the traditional sense, but no one likes grumpy people. Even when the grumpy people saved their skins.

They had anticipated Raines would pass on Sevanouir to his son if the situation called for it. For now, he and Izzy were to observe Sylas and see if he could handle both the blade and the new life he would have to adopt if he stayed the course. He didn’t want to think about what he would have to do if they found him unsuitable, mostly because that would mean having to confront his childhood friend personally.

Honestly, he was more afraid for himself. Sylas had always had a dangerous edge to him, and now that saber would give him a literal edge; he’d rather not try taking it from him. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Sylas was strong, and he had dealt with that doppel far better than either he or Izzy could have expected. Now that he knew the stakes, he would rise to the challenge; Roux was sure of it.

He heard the grass rustle and sticks snap behind him. He turned around and saw Bobo and Sylas emerge from the foliage. He smiled and waved them over, getting up to greet them. “Glad to see you’re better. Ether is a damn good anesthetic, right?” he asked as he walked over and shook their hands.

“Either that or the scotch,” Sylas replied as he crossed his arms and looked at his two compatriots. “I can guess, but since I have both of you here, do you want to enlighten me as to why I was never told about your moonlighting gigs?”

They answered in unison, “Your dad.”

“Yeah, got it, great.” Sylas walked away from the pair and set down a pack he had been carrying, then turned to Roux and drew his saber, “All right, Roux, take out that glove of yours, and let’s dance for a bit.”

Roux fell back and stammered, “Wait, excuse me?”

“I felt that Sylas should get some more practice if he’s going to get used to that pointy stick of his and help us out.” Bo shrugged as he leaned back against a tree, “Figured you could put him through his paces.

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