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Darkness of the Hunt
A soul divided – one half in the child of a woman who pledged her allegiance to the Dark Lord and the other half … somewhere. Agents of darkness track the child with orders to kill. The Guardians work to protect the one sought by The Dark. With three Earth years to find and kill the child, will the Dark Lord’s agents succeed in their quest or will the family so pursued, escape the net that draws ever closer?
The Dark Lord’s agents may have been reincarnated on Earth in human form, but they have exceptionally powerful magic at their disposal. The problem is, magic isn’t much good if you don’t know how to use it and both Mike and Peter have grown up without ever having received an assignment from their master – until now. And they find themselves woefully unprepared.
Just beyond a building that might have been used as a saloon or possibly as the sheriff’s office, there was a wall about eight feet in height that had probably once been part of another building that had been lost in time. All that remained was the wall itself - its dirty beige- brownish bricks pitted from the dust that had been blown into them - standing alone without any other walls for support. Perhaps, because he was trying to detect anyone or anything that might be alive, Peter’s senses were more highly receptive than usual - but afterwards he couldn’t have said for certain what he perceived. He know only that he sensed something dangerous that was about to strike.
“Down! Flat!” he yelled pushing both Tom and Mike so that the three hit the dirt behind the wall even as a cloud of small stones, quartz in nature with razor sharp edges whizzed through the air where they had been standing. Some of the struck the wall and caused little flecks of stone to fly in all directions.
“What is it?”
“Someone’s shooting at us!”
That wasn’t entirely correct. The word ‘shoot’ normally refers to a firearm of some description and what was being ‘shot’ in this case were tiny stones. Peter didn’t trouble himself with the distinction. Any one of those shards could be fatal if it connected with a vital area or disabling if it merely connected.
“Why?” yelled Tom.
“Don’t know but stay down if you want to live!”
Tom didn’t need any additional instruction and did his best to melt into the desert floor.
“Did you see where it was coming from?” asked Mike.
“No and I’m not about to put my head up for a look,” said Peter.
There was another blast of quartz shards and the wall shuddered under the impact.
“Will this thing hold?” asked Mike.
“I sure hope so,” replied Peter, “Or we’re all dead!”
“But why would someone be wanting to kill us?” wailed Tom.
Neither Peter nor Mike answered but they looked at each other. Guardian!
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They escape purely by accident and their boss is not pleased.
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Listion had no material form - nothing that could said to be a body - but the concept of ‘body’ is easier to understand than that of a dense series of matrices in a complex series. Still, if he had a body, if he had arms and legs and a torso and head, if, in fact he had two eyes and a mouth to form a voice, he might very well have wept in frustration. Here were his two principle agents - the ones chosen to stop the wraith - cowering behind a stone wall from a Guardian whose lack of confidence had caused him to flee and they were relying on the quavering voice of a lunatic for protection. Had the agents of darkness really descended so low? Yes, Listion would have wept if he could.
A soul divided – one half in the child of a woman who pledged her allegiance to the Dark Lord and the other half … somewhere. Agents of darkness track the child with orders to kill. The Guardians work to protect the one sought by The Dark. With three Earth years to find and kill the child, will the Dark Lord’s agents succeed in their quest or will the family so pursued, escape the net that draws ever closer?
The Dark Lord’s agents may have been reincarnated on Earth in human form, but they have exceptionally powerful magic at their disposal. The problem is, magic isn’t much good if you don’t know how to use it and both Mike and Peter have grown up without ever having received an assignment from their master – until now. And they find themselves woefully unprepared.
Just beyond a building that might have been used as a saloon or possibly as the sheriff’s office, there was a wall about eight feet in height that had probably once been part of another building that had been lost in time. All that remained was the wall itself - its dirty beige- brownish bricks pitted from the dust that had been blown into them - standing alone without any other walls for support. Perhaps, because he was trying to detect anyone or anything that might be alive, Peter’s senses were more highly receptive than usual - but afterwards he couldn’t have said for certain what he perceived. He know only that he sensed something dangerous that was about to strike.
“Down! Flat!” he yelled pushing both Tom and Mike so that the three hit the dirt behind the wall even as a cloud of small stones, quartz in nature with razor sharp edges whizzed through the air where they had been standing. Some of the struck the wall and caused little flecks of stone to fly in all directions.
“What is it?”
“Someone’s shooting at us!”
That wasn’t entirely correct. The word ‘shoot’ normally refers to a firearm of some description and what was being ‘shot’ in this case were tiny stones. Peter didn’t trouble himself with the distinction. Any one of those shards could be fatal if it connected with a vital area or disabling if it merely connected.
“Why?” yelled Tom.
“Don’t know but stay down if you want to live!”
Tom didn’t need any additional instruction and did his best to melt into the desert floor.
“Did you see where it was coming from?” asked Mike.
“No and I’m not about to put my head up for a look,” said Peter.
There was another blast of quartz shards and the wall shuddered under the impact.
“Will this thing hold?” asked Mike.
“I sure hope so,” replied Peter, “Or we’re all dead!”
“But why would someone be wanting to kill us?” wailed Tom.
Neither Peter nor Mike answered but they looked at each other. Guardian!
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They escape purely by accident and their boss is not pleased.
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Listion had no material form - nothing that could said to be a body - but the concept of ‘body’ is easier to understand than that of a dense series of matrices in a complex series. Still, if he had a body, if he had arms and legs and a torso and head, if, in fact he had two eyes and a mouth to form a voice, he might very well have wept in frustration. Here were his two principle agents - the ones chosen to stop the wraith - cowering behind a stone wall from a Guardian whose lack of confidence had caused him to flee and they were relying on the quavering voice of a lunatic for protection. Had the agents of darkness really descended so low? Yes, Listion would have wept if he could.
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