with this proposal. I realise that some of you may not trust me, and with good reason too. To those of you who fall into this category I say ‘who among you have never made a mistake’. So, how about it? Will you guys pardon a prodigal son of sorts?”
There is complete uproar.
I try to argue that he helped save my life earlier. No one hears me among the mass of voices now baying for his blood.
Angelica is completely silent. She looks distant.
Greg tries again, “I would like to stress, again, that I come in peace. N ow I noticed some of you suggesting that I should be tortured until I tell you who Rejon is. Your torture would be pointless. I don’t know who he is. He has only ever communicat ed with me by phone. Only his most trusted disciples have seen him in person . I haven’t worked for him long enough to earn that ‘honour.’ He never liked me, I don’t think. He had his disciples cut off my arms when he realised that I ’d let a prisoner escape today.”
This confuses me.
“Greg, you still have you arms,” I say.
He says it like it’s the most obviously thing in the world, “They grew back.”
This seems to make sense to everyone else. I guess this is another thing Arac hne s can do.
Greg’s stare fixes on me for a moment. I can tell he is glad that I’m safe.
Unfortunately, some people still want him dead.
Greg addresses them, “I wouldn’t kill me if I were you guys. I’d let me join your group.”
“Why?” Nate demands, “Why would we ever let an ex-Cezer join us?”
Greg smiles, just a little bit more confident now, “I have something you don’t have. I have Information. I will share this information with you upon being granted membership to your group.”
Andrew seems intrigued. I can tell he’s just dying to interview Greg about every moment he’s spent as a Cezer.
Greg has said t he right thing. I know when I look around me. People seem to be warming to the idea of letting him in.
Everyone knows we need information. Everyone knows that Greg could be an invaluable source of it.
I think he may be our only hope.
Nate still seems unconvinced. He asks Greg to elaborate on this ‘information’ of his.
This is when Greg says the words that gain him membership to our group, “I am the only person, ladies and gentlemen, who knows how Rejon can be killed.”
Chapter Eight
I am sitting in Principal Sheeran ’s office.
It is likely that I am in a lot of trouble.
I am not sure yet because he hasn’t said a word.
He is looking at a ‘file’ he has on me while swinging in his leather chair.
I am slightly dazzled by the brightness in here. Everything seems to be polished to the point of shining.
The clock says that it is four in the afternoon . I am still tired from getting no sleep last night.
Greg told us, last night, about a weapon. It’s called the ‘Necroslon’. It is the only thing that can kill Rejon.
The only trouble is that we don’t know where it is. Rejon has hidden it somewhere and ordered a host of fierce mythical creatures to guard it.
He is clever, our Rejon. I am beginning to fear that he is always two steps ahead of us.
The Principal speaks at last.
He lists out everything I’ve done wrong.
I have missed class.
I have fallen asleep during class.
I didn’t hand in any homework today.
Last night I was found sneaking around outside.
He is awfully disappointed in me.
It is very frustrating. I can’t exactly explain that I was kidnapped yesterday and therefore couldn’t complete my assignments.
He says he shall have to ring my mother.
It is a shame, he thinks. The Dark woods always did so well here. He went to school with my father. One thing he can tell me, for sure, is that my Dad always handed in his assignments. A brilliant student if he remembers correctly.
My Uncle Riley too. Yes, that guy was on every extracurricular committee that was ever
There is complete uproar.
I try to argue that he helped save my life earlier. No one hears me among the mass of voices now baying for his blood.
Angelica is completely silent. She looks distant.
Greg tries again, “I would like to stress, again, that I come in peace. N ow I noticed some of you suggesting that I should be tortured until I tell you who Rejon is. Your torture would be pointless. I don’t know who he is. He has only ever communicat ed with me by phone. Only his most trusted disciples have seen him in person . I haven’t worked for him long enough to earn that ‘honour.’ He never liked me, I don’t think. He had his disciples cut off my arms when he realised that I ’d let a prisoner escape today.”
This confuses me.
“Greg, you still have you arms,” I say.
He says it like it’s the most obviously thing in the world, “They grew back.”
This seems to make sense to everyone else. I guess this is another thing Arac hne s can do.
Greg’s stare fixes on me for a moment. I can tell he is glad that I’m safe.
Unfortunately, some people still want him dead.
Greg addresses them, “I wouldn’t kill me if I were you guys. I’d let me join your group.”
“Why?” Nate demands, “Why would we ever let an ex-Cezer join us?”
Greg smiles, just a little bit more confident now, “I have something you don’t have. I have Information. I will share this information with you upon being granted membership to your group.”
Andrew seems intrigued. I can tell he’s just dying to interview Greg about every moment he’s spent as a Cezer.
Greg has said t he right thing. I know when I look around me. People seem to be warming to the idea of letting him in.
Everyone knows we need information. Everyone knows that Greg could be an invaluable source of it.
I think he may be our only hope.
Nate still seems unconvinced. He asks Greg to elaborate on this ‘information’ of his.
This is when Greg says the words that gain him membership to our group, “I am the only person, ladies and gentlemen, who knows how Rejon can be killed.”
Chapter Eight
I am sitting in Principal Sheeran ’s office.
It is likely that I am in a lot of trouble.
I am not sure yet because he hasn’t said a word.
He is looking at a ‘file’ he has on me while swinging in his leather chair.
I am slightly dazzled by the brightness in here. Everything seems to be polished to the point of shining.
The clock says that it is four in the afternoon . I am still tired from getting no sleep last night.
Greg told us, last night, about a weapon. It’s called the ‘Necroslon’. It is the only thing that can kill Rejon.
The only trouble is that we don’t know where it is. Rejon has hidden it somewhere and ordered a host of fierce mythical creatures to guard it.
He is clever, our Rejon. I am beginning to fear that he is always two steps ahead of us.
The Principal speaks at last.
He lists out everything I’ve done wrong.
I have missed class.
I have fallen asleep during class.
I didn’t hand in any homework today.
Last night I was found sneaking around outside.
He is awfully disappointed in me.
It is very frustrating. I can’t exactly explain that I was kidnapped yesterday and therefore couldn’t complete my assignments.
He says he shall have to ring my mother.
It is a shame, he thinks. The Dark woods always did so well here. He went to school with my father. One thing he can tell me, for sure, is that my Dad always handed in his assignments. A brilliant student if he remembers correctly.
My Uncle Riley too. Yes, that guy was on every extracurricular committee that was ever
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