Wenworld: The World Inside the Crystal by T.R. Preston

Author:T.R. Preston [Preston, T.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2020-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

Before Ika had a chance to suggest they hurry and get to the library, they were sat in a circle with their legs crossed. All except for Cinnamon, who paced around in the middle of them, his Gritka resting at the epicenter like some kind of sacrificial altar. Gira had already taken the time to catch him up to speed. Once Cinnamon got over the stress of being told that Elra took a minute to inspect his home, he returned to a state of levelheadedness.

“All right then,” he began, “we have the money to get the Curse we learned the name of from Grematorga. We have reason to believe our target is right here in the city.”

“What target!” Pattamis shouted. He seemed to have regained his composure and was back to his grumpy self. Whatever originally bothered him about Cinnamon he now chose to forget.

Cinnamon ignored the shout and continued. “Once we get the information and statistics of the Curse, I’m sure we can also learn of a way to trace it back to its caster. Then our targets will be right in our grasp. Now, the question is . . .” he transformed this rallying of the troops into a slight interrogation toward Gira at the drop of a metaphorically talking hat. “. . . do we plan on handling this ourselves, or are we going to let the King and the Death Squad in on our fun?”

Ika’s eyebrows perched now that his older frustration was being fed once more. “I had asked the same thing. I didn’t like my answer but my uncle seemed firm on it. Though, he has already made exceptions to it, considering he didn’t mouth a word to Elra when we met him.”

Gira pointed harshly to Ika. “Thank you for reminding me about the favor I did you. Don’t get snarky and make me regret that. I’m still informing the King. What he does with that information from that point is up to him. If he decides to get the Dalada involved, then so be it. By that point you will already have had your shot at . . .” he looked awkwardly to Keji before going on. “. . . your shot at our target. Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll save your life, killing him before he kills you.”

That comment touched a nerve with Ika, and everyone in that room except for the Prince and his hat knew it.

Cinnamon made sure to speak up before things got more heated. “As long as you have the shot you’ve been after, I see no reason to be bent out of shape about it, kid. As for your preparation, there’s still something I’d like to teach you before you come face to face with him.”

Gira’s face was as hard as stone. He refused to look at Cinnamon directly. Something was off. Ika felt a rising urge to press the matter but decided to let it go. He knew they never liked each other, but something about the way Cinnamon quickly glanced at Gira told him something else was happening.

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