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Posted on July 3, 2013 at 00:34:19 AM by sperantia
que estoy viviendo ahora Sperantia was on her paws before the pendant hit the ground, but it was too late: Mallos had vanished. She instantly extended her mind across the castle to search for him, but a quick scan revealed nothing – either he was not in the castle, or he had used divinity to employ a deep cover. Sperantia swore under her breath in Spanish. The originals used the pendant system for a reason: without that little drop of metal, if another deity didn’t want to be found, it was damn hard to find them. The cat was reasonably confident that she could magically penetrate any barrier the amateur would have erected, but she’d need to know the rough area where he’d gone first, and it would take time. Searching the castle would be pointless if he was in the pantheon, or the grove, or off-planet. She had three choices: keep quiet and trust that the amateur would keep to his word and return Mallos to her unharmed, go to Tsi, or go to Arthur. Sperantia closed her teeth over the black thread and, with the pendant dangling from her mouth, raced towards the castle. Where would the king be at this time? The sun was almost directly overhead, so it must be about midday. Sperantia never had to use locator spells because Mallos always did it, but she had seen how it was done; she activated her stolen divinity and scanned the local area twice before she found what she was looking for. Veering off around the side of the castle, she shot like a bullet between two guards and sprinted around to the training yard, where two figures, one smaller than the other, were just beginning to make their way back to the castle. Sperantia paused about a hundred metres away from them for a split second, giving them both a chance to see and recognise her, before darting forward and leaping up on top of a nearby water barrel. As the pair made their way towards her, she spat the string out and the stylised sun logo clattered to the wooden lid, glinting up at them. “We’re all in big trouble,” she said, wasting no time on greetings. Until that moment, Sperantia hadn’t realised how much her heart was racing or the blood was pounding in her ears. She shook her pelt, unable to dislodge the feeling of being touched by hands which were simultaneously hers and yet not, and took a moment to force herself to calm down. Sperantia usually represented the efficient, organised side of Mallos, but she didn’t have quite the same level of control on the occasions when she did become emotional – and nor did she want it. She would embrace the fury and the fear, and she would turn it against her mysterious opponent when the time was right. “The psychic connection broke, so I went to find him, and he wasn’t – him.” Sperantia’s mouth felt dry. “He’s under a spell, or being possessed. And whoever or whatever is in control is no friend of ours.” sperantia black siamese-cross familiar of mallos |
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