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Authors: Mikayla Lane
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own, Tricia followed him, marveling at how his fingers felt and the strength she could feel running through his little body.
She barely saw him throw the golden ball at the next door and was a little surprised when Gibly and the cats shrieked and ran through it. She heard screams and angry yowls as Tristan dragged her through the door.
Tricia stood in stunned shock as the 12 cats held two obviously terrified hybrid women against the wall. Deep scratches in their uniform pants showed just how close they came to being torn up by the cats’ dangerous claws, but not a drop of blood was drawn, and Tricia had to admit she was damn impressed.
She turned an angry gaze on them as she rubbed her belly with one hand, and held her precious son’s with the other.
“Where the hell is my husband and my people?” she asked.
When the two women just looked at her and Tristan like they’d lost their minds, Tricia tried calling on her Prime power to sift their energy, but pulled back when she saw that crafty golden ball of energy swirling quickly in Tristan’s palm as he moved towards the first woman.
The woman tried to shrink away from him but was held immobile by the spitting and growling cats. Tristan stared at the two women as the golden ball of light moved from his hand and up his arm, growing larger as it went.
Even Tricia was transfixed as the golden ball began swirling around Tristan so fast she couldn’t see him anymore. Suddenly, it grew in size and stopped with an audible pop.
Tricia was left speechless by the large, golden warrior standing where Tristan had been.
Does he have wings? she wondered.
She barely registered the shrieks of terror from the women as the winged warrior drew a sword from his side and held it aloft.
Seconds later a deep, vaguely familiar voice boomed around them and shook the tunnel walls.
“Where is my father?”
Tricia held her stomach and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her mind tried desperately to understand what she was seeing and hearing. She leaned against the wall for support as the women remained wide-eyed and terrified of the large, golden warrior.
“Who is that?” Tricia heard herself ask. She barely recognized her shaking voice.
The Sibiox grinned.
“That is the Warrior that your son is, in the realms where he is master,” Gibly explained. “Now you see, your true child, the light bringer. It is the man he will become when he masters this realm after the conversion.”
Tricia slid down the wall and sat with a thump on the ground and absently rubbed her aching back while she stared in awe at the winged warrior who had his back to her.
He was a little taller than Grai, and wider, with heavier muscles. Large, golden wings sprang from his shoulder blades and spread out behind him like an avenging angel.
Suddenly, the warrior took his left hand and gently placed it on the head of the closest hybrid while the other continued to scream. Seconds later, the warrior’s hand glowed a bright golden color that encompassed the woman’s head before completely disappearing when he removed his hand.
The hybrid slumped to the floor with her eyes fixed on the winged warrior. Her mouth opened and closed though no sound escaped.
“What did you do to her?” the other hybrid yelled.
Without a word, the winged warrior cocked his head to the side before placing his hand on her head and doing the same to her. She slid to the floor beside the other girl and also stared up at the warrior with wide eyes.
Tricia stared at the women.
“Are they alright?” she blurted.
Tricia sucked in a sharp breath, but couldn’t take another one as the warrior turned to her, and she saw Tristan’s eyes looking back at her from a face that looked so much like his father’s that Tricia burst into tears.
Though tears blurred her vision, she saw him give a brilliant smile, fold his wings and kneel in front of her.
“I didn’t hurt them, mother. I was never brought here to hurt anyone. I have
She barely saw him throw the golden ball at the next door and was a little surprised when Gibly and the cats shrieked and ran through it. She heard screams and angry yowls as Tristan dragged her through the door.
Tricia stood in stunned shock as the 12 cats held two obviously terrified hybrid women against the wall. Deep scratches in their uniform pants showed just how close they came to being torn up by the cats’ dangerous claws, but not a drop of blood was drawn, and Tricia had to admit she was damn impressed.
She turned an angry gaze on them as she rubbed her belly with one hand, and held her precious son’s with the other.
“Where the hell is my husband and my people?” she asked.
When the two women just looked at her and Tristan like they’d lost their minds, Tricia tried calling on her Prime power to sift their energy, but pulled back when she saw that crafty golden ball of energy swirling quickly in Tristan’s palm as he moved towards the first woman.
The woman tried to shrink away from him but was held immobile by the spitting and growling cats. Tristan stared at the two women as the golden ball of light moved from his hand and up his arm, growing larger as it went.
Even Tricia was transfixed as the golden ball began swirling around Tristan so fast she couldn’t see him anymore. Suddenly, it grew in size and stopped with an audible pop.
Tricia was left speechless by the large, golden warrior standing where Tristan had been.
Does he have wings? she wondered.
She barely registered the shrieks of terror from the women as the winged warrior drew a sword from his side and held it aloft.
Seconds later a deep, vaguely familiar voice boomed around them and shook the tunnel walls.
“Where is my father?”
Tricia held her stomach and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her mind tried desperately to understand what she was seeing and hearing. She leaned against the wall for support as the women remained wide-eyed and terrified of the large, golden warrior.
“Who is that?” Tricia heard herself ask. She barely recognized her shaking voice.
The Sibiox grinned.
“That is the Warrior that your son is, in the realms where he is master,” Gibly explained. “Now you see, your true child, the light bringer. It is the man he will become when he masters this realm after the conversion.”
Tricia slid down the wall and sat with a thump on the ground and absently rubbed her aching back while she stared in awe at the winged warrior who had his back to her.
He was a little taller than Grai, and wider, with heavier muscles. Large, golden wings sprang from his shoulder blades and spread out behind him like an avenging angel.
Suddenly, the warrior took his left hand and gently placed it on the head of the closest hybrid while the other continued to scream. Seconds later, the warrior’s hand glowed a bright golden color that encompassed the woman’s head before completely disappearing when he removed his hand.
The hybrid slumped to the floor with her eyes fixed on the winged warrior. Her mouth opened and closed though no sound escaped.
“What did you do to her?” the other hybrid yelled.
Without a word, the winged warrior cocked his head to the side before placing his hand on her head and doing the same to her. She slid to the floor beside the other girl and also stared up at the warrior with wide eyes.
Tricia stared at the women.
“Are they alright?” she blurted.
Tricia sucked in a sharp breath, but couldn’t take another one as the warrior turned to her, and she saw Tristan’s eyes looking back at her from a face that looked so much like his father’s that Tricia burst into tears.
Though tears blurred her vision, she saw him give a brilliant smile, fold his wings and kneel in front of her.
“I didn’t hurt them, mother. I was never brought here to hurt anyone. I have