Battlement on Wall of Cah Bel
wind stirred. It whipped leaves and dust into little swirls
between the fallen, moss covered pillars.
walked through the swirling wind waving the golden rod slowly before him
allowing it to do the tracking. The rod, the same that Mr. Hoo Nun
held, hummed and glowed with its wings extending towards the ground.
As he passed the rod over the stone floor in one particular spot, the
hum from the rod resonated and the inner light wavered. He
crouched down on one knee to verify and the rod glowed intensely.
is the place,” he said confidently. He looked up at his
commander. “The enemy will come here.”
commander, a lean, muscular man named Consus came up and looked over his
shoulder. His face showed the weathering of many harsh winters,
while his Asian eyes gleamed with the hard, stern look of numerous
battles fought and won. He looked slightly older than Lenesco,
older but in better shape. Both men appeared to be in their early
twenties. Consus drew his heavy scimitar out of its scabbard.
“The enemy, a Firesmyth pretender, comes in a POD.”
had never seen a real Firesmyth. None in his generation had.
He also didn't know what a POD looked like. He had never seen one.
Neither did he know how the rod worked. Few did. On both
accounts, he didn't care. He just followed orders, and the orders
he was now following told him to track, capture, and acquire. He
was good at following orders. That's what made him and the five
other Shadow Knights such valuable tools: quick strike and no questions
asked. They usually succeeded.