ULTRAMagic Chaos - Chapter 10
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Tusk returned later that night and was informed by Razor about what had happened. He was not surprised, but was also not upset. Auda was bound to disobey his wishes, but at least she went straight to Droomopolis. Of course that did not stop his anxiety from kicking up as Auda clearly knew how to use the chaos gate now. Plus he was sure Skari and Cordelia were going to jump down his throat for that. Since Tusk had eaten dinner at the ceremony, he went over to Randalph’s room. He was studying Kleitos’ books with Maxima, so Tusk happily joined them.
Naturally they asked how the ceremony went. Aside from Blood-Wraith getting minor stage fright (that Englehart took in stride, citing his anxiety when he was appointed king of The Iron City), everything went fine. One of the things that made Tusk happy was seeing Dunja perform her royal duties. The citizens were still a bit apprehensive, but it was clear that they were starting to accept her back into their arms. After all Tusk had gone through, it was incredibly satisfying to witness.
Following breakfast the next morning, Tusk cheerfully made his way to the courtyard, despite his ambient anxiety. He was greeted by Razor, Mayhem, Ealdhelm, and Cyneberht. “Good morning, everyone!” said Tusk.
“Ah, there you are, Tusk,” Ealdhelm replied. “Ready for another round of diplomacy?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Then today you will be paying a visit to Driskoll. Cyneberht will accompany you on this trip.”
Tusk was a little surprised. “What prompted this?”
Cyneberht straightened out his uniform. “Since we did so well with Kleitos, I figured it would be fine for me to accompany you. Plus I wish to see my home realm again under good terms.”
Now Razor was surprised. “Really? You came from Driskoll’s realm?”
Ealdhelm nodded. “Long before this conflict, Cyneberht was mentored by Driskoll and his champion, Gaius Kirkwood. They turned him from a troublemaker to a shoe-in for the arbiters. As an aside, if we had not called for help with the Discordant Gods, we would have sent Cyneberht out first to begin our diplomatic talks, obviously starting with Driskoll.”
Razor could see a mix of pride and longing in Cyneberht. “Alright then, seems fine with me. Of course I am a little worried about this given that Driskoll is the god of death, decay, disease…”
“Don’t forget recovery and progress” Cyneberht added. “I must ask what is there to worry about, truly? Death is a natural part of life and necessary for it to function correctly.”
Razor quickly turned into a wolf and scratched behind his ear, then turned back. “You know what? Fair point. I’m just concerned about getting sick.” This warranted a chuckle from Cyneberht.
Dragutin walked over to the group and brought his head to Razor’s level. “Do not fret, young wolf. My kin know many remedies that make use of ingredients from Driskoll’s realm. You’ll be fine.”
“Also consider that a lot of medicine that comes from Adelheid’s realm starts out in Driskoll’s realm,” Cyneberht continued. “She needs his research to make the medicine in the first place.”
Adelheid overheard this and walked over. “I’ll prepare a batch of medicine just in case anyone returns sick. We don’t want Driskoll’s… research running loose in Droomopolis after all.”
“A capital idea, Adelheid,” Ealdhelm complemented. He noticed the slight dig at Driskoll, but elected not to comment as Driskoll himself had conceded to being a bit reckless in the past.
All of that seemed to calm Razor. It was interesting to consider how the realms fed into each other. Once everything was ready, the group set out for Driskoll’s realm. Dragutin and Mayhem led the way for Tusk, Razor, and Cyneberht as the location of the realm had changed since Tusk had last visited the Realm of Chaos. Eventually the tranquility of the Droom Outskirts gave way to the muddy bogs and swamps of Driskoll’s realm. Not wanting to slow down the group, Dragutin took to the skies.
Despite the difficulty of trudging through the marshes, there was an odd serenity to the messy landscape. The waters were calm and a melodic symphony of birds, insects, and various animals filled the group's ears. All of the trees looked ancient as their spindly branches dropped to the ground, yet they were full of life. Occasionally a frog would hop into one of the ponds and insects would skim across the rivers. Tusk and Razor felt a degree of familiarity while Cyneberht was happy to be home again. They all eventually stopped near a muddy bank to rest and take in the scenery.
Mayhem was not having a good time as his feet continuously sunk into the mud. “Ew, ew… maybe I should have volunteered to go with you to Kleitos’ realm instead, Tusk…”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Oh come on, Mayhem, the soil’s great here. A little wet for me, but it’s brimming with life.”
“Trees…” Mayhem grumbled as stepped into ankle deep mud.
“Even if the waters slow and become stagnant, life still finds a way,” Cyneberht remarked. “It’s always amazed me, which influenced my mindset growing up. There’s always a way to get things done, you just have to look for it. Nature never stops, so why should we?”
Tusk noticed that Razor was giving him a slightly incredulous look, alluding to the recent past. “Yes, Razor, I am aware of the elephant in the room here…”
“Some things need to sit for a while,” Cyneberht pointed out. “The best remedies take time to develop and mature.”
Tusk got up and groaned a little. “Yeah, but I feel like I made the wrong choice.” He sighed and sent a stone skipping across the water. “I could have been doing so much more. I had a chance to stop The Lich a year before I met Blood and I didn’t take it.”
Cyneberht patted him on the back. “Well obviously this was meant to happen then. It’s like I just said: These things take time. Curse your enemy, not yourself. In an ideal Cosmos, we’d be relaxing like the trees, but we don’t live in such a reality. The best thing we can do is analyze the problem presented to us and respond accordingly. You just needed longer to come up with your response.”
This warranted another sigh from Tusk, but this one was in concession. “Yeah, but the uncertainty drives me nuts is all…”
Razor skipped his own stone across the river. “It’s the uncertainty that makes things interesting, Tusk. My dad always says…”
“Uh, guys?” Mayhem interrupted. “A little help?” The three noticed that the devil had sunk in the mud down to his chest and laughed.
Cyneberht pulled him out with quite the comedic noise coming from the mud. “Be careful, Mayhem. The mud can be deceptive.”
“Duly noted…” His clothes were slathered in mud and a complete mess. “Also don’t tell my one friend about this. She’s a mud devil and will never let me hear the end of it…”
The four then sensed a great presence approaching them, but not as great as one of the gods. A man humming a folk music tune came rowing up in a swamp boat and stopped across from them. He wore aged pants that were slightly beat up, durable boots, and a stained shirt that had seen a lot. Atop his head of thinning gray hair was a wide brimmed straw hat to keep the sun out of his dulled-green eyes. Despite being older, he stood tall and upright, remaining perfectly balanced in the boat.
“Hail, travelers. Need assistance?” His voice was slightly gruff, with a celtic tinge to it.
“Gaius!” Cyneberht welcomed. “I take it the news of Kleitos’ change of heart has reached you already?”
“Cyneberht, look at how much you’ve grown since you’ve left. That was quite the shake up we had. Nearly everyone at Greenwater is hopeful Driskoll follows suit. Also your parents are dying to see you again.”
He looked very happy to hear that. “Then let’s get there as soon as possible! Oh, Gaius, this here is Razor Scully,” Cyneberht said as he patted Razor on the shoulders.
“An honor to meet you, Gaius,” said Razor.
“A pleasure to meet you too, laddie. Tusk, it’s been too long. I trust Razor is your student?”
“Hey, Gaius. And yes, he is. I was a little hesitant to bring him along at first, but Magnus insisted.”
Gaius pointed at Mayhem and levitated him over to the boat. “Staying out of trouble, I trust?”
Mayhem nodded, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Trying to become a Discordant God is in the past where it belongs. Also thank you for the medicine you provided to my hometown. It really helped.”
“That’s good to hear. Now let’s move before the swamp lizards start growing interested in us.”
The walk was a lot easier with Gaius guiding the group. Razor was caught off guard again, given how welcoming Driskoll’s champion was. It was like he had already changed sides. Tusk and Cyneberht could already sense that both Gaius and Driskoll wanted nothing to do with Wulfric’s campaign. Out of the entire pantheon, they were always the calmest. Gaius himself was a cheery and patient individual, reminding Razor of Chief Sigmund.
Greenwater Village sat upon aged stilts above the swampy waters. It was old and looked like it had seen it all, but was full of vigor, like it was not done yet despite its age. People were moving all over the place, going about their business and jobs. Many appeared to be moving crates and baskets around, with the most common items being fish and swamp plants. Others were working on repairs to the village. As the group entered the town, the sounds of fiddle and flute folk music could be heard in the distance. It had an infectious, upbeat energy that made Tusk and Razor want to join the townsfolk in their duties and tasks.
A stocky man with graying hair was writing something down when he noticed Gaius approach. “Apothecary Gaius, what brings you here on this fine day?”
“Greetings, Archibald, just stopping in to drop off some supplies. Then I have some important business to tend to.”
“All well and good…” Archibald looked up and nearly dropped his clipboard into the water. “As I live and breathe! Cyneberht!?”
“Hello, Mr. Wallins. It’s been a while.”
Archibald went and shook his assistant awake. “Scotty, quick! Go tell Agatha her boy is home!”
Naturally everyone nearby stopped what they were doing to go and see Cyneberht. It was a sight for sore eyes for all of them. There were many greetings and introductions, as to be expected. Razor took a liking to the village folk as they all seemed very friendly and welcoming. Soon an older woman in a modest blouse and dress came rushing over. She had dull, golden hair, brown eyes, and held her worn dress up so as to not trip over it.
“Cyneberht!” she said as he hugged him tightly.
“Mom, I’ve missed you all so much.”
“Let me get a good look at you…” She said as she backed up a step. “Goodness, boy! Just how strong have you gotten since we last saw you?”
“Not to brag, but my adventures with the arbiters have proven fruitful. I mean, Wulfric has definitely kept us busy…”
“That fiery windbag of a warlord…” she replied with a hint of snark. “Cyneberht, is this ridiculous fuss finally going to end?”
“Yes, yes it will,” he stated with utmost pride and confidence. The village folk applauded this. “In fact, Tusk here went above and beyond with Kleitos.” This elicited a couple of cheers.
Agatha also gave Tusk a hug. “It’s good to see you again, Tusk. Also, sweetie, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”
He chuckled and flicked his stone hand a couple of times, discharging electricity from it. “Oh just helped a dragon save the Cosmos, Mrs. Allan.”
“Goodness, just what have you all been up to?”
Cyneberht laughed. “Oh, mom, this boy right here is Razor Scully. He recently achieved ULTRAMagic and Tusk is mentoring him.”
She shook Razor’s hand with vigor. “Well aren’t you just a charming little thing? Welcome to Greenwater, Razor.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Allan. It’s great to be here.”
Agatha then turned her attention to Mayhem. “Well well, if it ain’t Mr. Highland. You’ve been behaving yourself, right?”
He nodded. “Like I said to Gaius, my ambitions are in the past. Despite this place being muddy as ever, it’s a pleasure to be back.”
“Well since it’s near noon, how about we all grab a bite to eat? Coming, Gaius?”
He indicated for the crowd to disperse and return to what they were doing. “I’d love to, Agatha, but I have some things to take care of. Give Murdoch and Calvin my regards.”
She shook his hand. “All work and no play. I know you’re Driskoll’s champion, but you need to stop working yourself to the bone. Still, best of luck to you.”
Agatha led Cyneberht and the others through the village and to her house. She had noticed Dragutin circling the village and remarked that she missed the jabberwocks. They were strange dragons, but certainly a joy to talk to. The Allan household was a two story building at the edge of the village. It looked worn and rickety, but held together just fine. Stepping inside, the group saw the coziest home possible, with a nice fire crackling away in the fireplace.
Standing at the far end of the living room was a tall man with gray hair. He had his back turned to them. “Son?” he said calmly.
“Father?” Cyneberht replied.
He turned around with the warmest smile on his face. “Come and give your old man a hug!”
As they did that, Agatha showed the others to the chairs and couches. “Here, make yourselves right at home.”
“I’ve been saying to your mom that the instant you walk through that door, things will be changing,” Murdoch professed to Cyneberht. “So how goes it? What’s the good news?”
“Dad, this conflict will be over before you know it. We already have Kleitos on our side, thanks to Tusk and Razor.”
“Praise the Source!” Murdoch celebrated. “It’s about time we stopped this silly war. Well done, Tusk, and great to see you again.”
“Thanks, Mr. Allan,” he replied.
Murdoch clapped. “Since I’m fairly hungry myself, me and the missus will go get some food ready. You boys relax and we’ll be back in a moment.”
Cyneberht sat down with a happy sigh. “It’s good to be home…”
“Mom, what’s all the commotion?” A boy with messy, brown hair and green eyes said as he came downstairs. He then noticed Cyneberht. “Big brother!”
“Good to see you again, Calvin,” he replied as he got up to give him a hug.
Next: Chapter 11
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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Tusk returned later that night and was informed by Razor about what had happened. He was not surprised, but was also not upset. Auda was bound to disobey his wishes, but at least she went straight to Droomopolis. Of course that did not stop his anxiety from kicking up as Auda clearly knew how to use the chaos gate now. Plus he was sure Skari and Cordelia were going to jump down his throat for that. Since Tusk had eaten dinner at the ceremony, he went over to Randalph’s room. He was studying Kleitos’ books with Maxima, so Tusk happily joined them.
Naturally they asked how the ceremony went. Aside from Blood-Wraith getting minor stage fright (that Englehart took in stride, citing his anxiety when he was appointed king of The Iron City), everything went fine. One of the things that made Tusk happy was seeing Dunja perform her royal duties. The citizens were still a bit apprehensive, but it was clear that they were starting to accept her back into their arms. After all Tusk had gone through, it was incredibly satisfying to witness.
Following breakfast the next morning, Tusk cheerfully made his way to the courtyard, despite his ambient anxiety. He was greeted by Razor, Mayhem, Ealdhelm, and Cyneberht. “Good morning, everyone!” said Tusk.
“Ah, there you are, Tusk,” Ealdhelm replied. “Ready for another round of diplomacy?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Then today you will be paying a visit to Driskoll. Cyneberht will accompany you on this trip.”
Tusk was a little surprised. “What prompted this?”
Cyneberht straightened out his uniform. “Since we did so well with Kleitos, I figured it would be fine for me to accompany you. Plus I wish to see my home realm again under good terms.”
Now Razor was surprised. “Really? You came from Driskoll’s realm?”
Ealdhelm nodded. “Long before this conflict, Cyneberht was mentored by Driskoll and his champion, Gaius Kirkwood. They turned him from a troublemaker to a shoe-in for the arbiters. As an aside, if we had not called for help with the Discordant Gods, we would have sent Cyneberht out first to begin our diplomatic talks, obviously starting with Driskoll.”
Razor could see a mix of pride and longing in Cyneberht. “Alright then, seems fine with me. Of course I am a little worried about this given that Driskoll is the god of death, decay, disease…”
“Don’t forget recovery and progress” Cyneberht added. “I must ask what is there to worry about, truly? Death is a natural part of life and necessary for it to function correctly.”
Razor quickly turned into a wolf and scratched behind his ear, then turned back. “You know what? Fair point. I’m just concerned about getting sick.” This warranted a chuckle from Cyneberht.
Dragutin walked over to the group and brought his head to Razor’s level. “Do not fret, young wolf. My kin know many remedies that make use of ingredients from Driskoll’s realm. You’ll be fine.”
“Also consider that a lot of medicine that comes from Adelheid’s realm starts out in Driskoll’s realm,” Cyneberht continued. “She needs his research to make the medicine in the first place.”
Adelheid overheard this and walked over. “I’ll prepare a batch of medicine just in case anyone returns sick. We don’t want Driskoll’s… research running loose in Droomopolis after all.”
“A capital idea, Adelheid,” Ealdhelm complemented. He noticed the slight dig at Driskoll, but elected not to comment as Driskoll himself had conceded to being a bit reckless in the past.
All of that seemed to calm Razor. It was interesting to consider how the realms fed into each other. Once everything was ready, the group set out for Driskoll’s realm. Dragutin and Mayhem led the way for Tusk, Razor, and Cyneberht as the location of the realm had changed since Tusk had last visited the Realm of Chaos. Eventually the tranquility of the Droom Outskirts gave way to the muddy bogs and swamps of Driskoll’s realm. Not wanting to slow down the group, Dragutin took to the skies.
Despite the difficulty of trudging through the marshes, there was an odd serenity to the messy landscape. The waters were calm and a melodic symphony of birds, insects, and various animals filled the group's ears. All of the trees looked ancient as their spindly branches dropped to the ground, yet they were full of life. Occasionally a frog would hop into one of the ponds and insects would skim across the rivers. Tusk and Razor felt a degree of familiarity while Cyneberht was happy to be home again. They all eventually stopped near a muddy bank to rest and take in the scenery.
Mayhem was not having a good time as his feet continuously sunk into the mud. “Ew, ew… maybe I should have volunteered to go with you to Kleitos’ realm instead, Tusk…”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Oh come on, Mayhem, the soil’s great here. A little wet for me, but it’s brimming with life.”
“Trees…” Mayhem grumbled as stepped into ankle deep mud.
“Even if the waters slow and become stagnant, life still finds a way,” Cyneberht remarked. “It’s always amazed me, which influenced my mindset growing up. There’s always a way to get things done, you just have to look for it. Nature never stops, so why should we?”
Tusk noticed that Razor was giving him a slightly incredulous look, alluding to the recent past. “Yes, Razor, I am aware of the elephant in the room here…”
“Some things need to sit for a while,” Cyneberht pointed out. “The best remedies take time to develop and mature.”
Tusk got up and groaned a little. “Yeah, but I feel like I made the wrong choice.” He sighed and sent a stone skipping across the water. “I could have been doing so much more. I had a chance to stop The Lich a year before I met Blood and I didn’t take it.”
Cyneberht patted him on the back. “Well obviously this was meant to happen then. It’s like I just said: These things take time. Curse your enemy, not yourself. In an ideal Cosmos, we’d be relaxing like the trees, but we don’t live in such a reality. The best thing we can do is analyze the problem presented to us and respond accordingly. You just needed longer to come up with your response.”
This warranted another sigh from Tusk, but this one was in concession. “Yeah, but the uncertainty drives me nuts is all…”
Razor skipped his own stone across the river. “It’s the uncertainty that makes things interesting, Tusk. My dad always says…”
“Uh, guys?” Mayhem interrupted. “A little help?” The three noticed that the devil had sunk in the mud down to his chest and laughed.
Cyneberht pulled him out with quite the comedic noise coming from the mud. “Be careful, Mayhem. The mud can be deceptive.”
“Duly noted…” His clothes were slathered in mud and a complete mess. “Also don’t tell my one friend about this. She’s a mud devil and will never let me hear the end of it…”
The four then sensed a great presence approaching them, but not as great as one of the gods. A man humming a folk music tune came rowing up in a swamp boat and stopped across from them. He wore aged pants that were slightly beat up, durable boots, and a stained shirt that had seen a lot. Atop his head of thinning gray hair was a wide brimmed straw hat to keep the sun out of his dulled-green eyes. Despite being older, he stood tall and upright, remaining perfectly balanced in the boat.
“Hail, travelers. Need assistance?” His voice was slightly gruff, with a celtic tinge to it.
“Gaius!” Cyneberht welcomed. “I take it the news of Kleitos’ change of heart has reached you already?”
“Cyneberht, look at how much you’ve grown since you’ve left. That was quite the shake up we had. Nearly everyone at Greenwater is hopeful Driskoll follows suit. Also your parents are dying to see you again.”
He looked very happy to hear that. “Then let’s get there as soon as possible! Oh, Gaius, this here is Razor Scully,” Cyneberht said as he patted Razor on the shoulders.
“An honor to meet you, Gaius,” said Razor.
“A pleasure to meet you too, laddie. Tusk, it’s been too long. I trust Razor is your student?”
“Hey, Gaius. And yes, he is. I was a little hesitant to bring him along at first, but Magnus insisted.”
Gaius pointed at Mayhem and levitated him over to the boat. “Staying out of trouble, I trust?”
Mayhem nodded, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Trying to become a Discordant God is in the past where it belongs. Also thank you for the medicine you provided to my hometown. It really helped.”
“That’s good to hear. Now let’s move before the swamp lizards start growing interested in us.”
The walk was a lot easier with Gaius guiding the group. Razor was caught off guard again, given how welcoming Driskoll’s champion was. It was like he had already changed sides. Tusk and Cyneberht could already sense that both Gaius and Driskoll wanted nothing to do with Wulfric’s campaign. Out of the entire pantheon, they were always the calmest. Gaius himself was a cheery and patient individual, reminding Razor of Chief Sigmund.
Greenwater Village sat upon aged stilts above the swampy waters. It was old and looked like it had seen it all, but was full of vigor, like it was not done yet despite its age. People were moving all over the place, going about their business and jobs. Many appeared to be moving crates and baskets around, with the most common items being fish and swamp plants. Others were working on repairs to the village. As the group entered the town, the sounds of fiddle and flute folk music could be heard in the distance. It had an infectious, upbeat energy that made Tusk and Razor want to join the townsfolk in their duties and tasks.
A stocky man with graying hair was writing something down when he noticed Gaius approach. “Apothecary Gaius, what brings you here on this fine day?”
“Greetings, Archibald, just stopping in to drop off some supplies. Then I have some important business to tend to.”
“All well and good…” Archibald looked up and nearly dropped his clipboard into the water. “As I live and breathe! Cyneberht!?”
“Hello, Mr. Wallins. It’s been a while.”
Archibald went and shook his assistant awake. “Scotty, quick! Go tell Agatha her boy is home!”
Naturally everyone nearby stopped what they were doing to go and see Cyneberht. It was a sight for sore eyes for all of them. There were many greetings and introductions, as to be expected. Razor took a liking to the village folk as they all seemed very friendly and welcoming. Soon an older woman in a modest blouse and dress came rushing over. She had dull, golden hair, brown eyes, and held her worn dress up so as to not trip over it.
“Cyneberht!” she said as he hugged him tightly.
“Mom, I’ve missed you all so much.”
“Let me get a good look at you…” She said as she backed up a step. “Goodness, boy! Just how strong have you gotten since we last saw you?”
“Not to brag, but my adventures with the arbiters have proven fruitful. I mean, Wulfric has definitely kept us busy…”
“That fiery windbag of a warlord…” she replied with a hint of snark. “Cyneberht, is this ridiculous fuss finally going to end?”
“Yes, yes it will,” he stated with utmost pride and confidence. The village folk applauded this. “In fact, Tusk here went above and beyond with Kleitos.” This elicited a couple of cheers.
Agatha also gave Tusk a hug. “It’s good to see you again, Tusk. Also, sweetie, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”
He chuckled and flicked his stone hand a couple of times, discharging electricity from it. “Oh just helped a dragon save the Cosmos, Mrs. Allan.”
“Goodness, just what have you all been up to?”
Cyneberht laughed. “Oh, mom, this boy right here is Razor Scully. He recently achieved ULTRAMagic and Tusk is mentoring him.”
She shook Razor’s hand with vigor. “Well aren’t you just a charming little thing? Welcome to Greenwater, Razor.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Allan. It’s great to be here.”
Agatha then turned her attention to Mayhem. “Well well, if it ain’t Mr. Highland. You’ve been behaving yourself, right?”
He nodded. “Like I said to Gaius, my ambitions are in the past. Despite this place being muddy as ever, it’s a pleasure to be back.”
“Well since it’s near noon, how about we all grab a bite to eat? Coming, Gaius?”
He indicated for the crowd to disperse and return to what they were doing. “I’d love to, Agatha, but I have some things to take care of. Give Murdoch and Calvin my regards.”
She shook his hand. “All work and no play. I know you’re Driskoll’s champion, but you need to stop working yourself to the bone. Still, best of luck to you.”
Agatha led Cyneberht and the others through the village and to her house. She had noticed Dragutin circling the village and remarked that she missed the jabberwocks. They were strange dragons, but certainly a joy to talk to. The Allan household was a two story building at the edge of the village. It looked worn and rickety, but held together just fine. Stepping inside, the group saw the coziest home possible, with a nice fire crackling away in the fireplace.
Standing at the far end of the living room was a tall man with gray hair. He had his back turned to them. “Son?” he said calmly.
“Father?” Cyneberht replied.
He turned around with the warmest smile on his face. “Come and give your old man a hug!”
As they did that, Agatha showed the others to the chairs and couches. “Here, make yourselves right at home.”
“I’ve been saying to your mom that the instant you walk through that door, things will be changing,” Murdoch professed to Cyneberht. “So how goes it? What’s the good news?”
“Dad, this conflict will be over before you know it. We already have Kleitos on our side, thanks to Tusk and Razor.”
“Praise the Source!” Murdoch celebrated. “It’s about time we stopped this silly war. Well done, Tusk, and great to see you again.”
“Thanks, Mr. Allan,” he replied.
Murdoch clapped. “Since I’m fairly hungry myself, me and the missus will go get some food ready. You boys relax and we’ll be back in a moment.”
Cyneberht sat down with a happy sigh. “It’s good to be home…”
“Mom, what’s all the commotion?” A boy with messy, brown hair and green eyes said as he came downstairs. He then noticed Cyneberht. “Big brother!”
“Good to see you again, Calvin,” he replied as he got up to give him a hug.
Next: Chapter 11
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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