Reflections of the Sun, Part 5“What interesting eyes you have,” remarked the old man. Reflection looked up from the book he’d been reading and leaped from his seat. The ancient human before him looked harmless but he’d somehow come upon Reflection without making a sound.Reflections of the Sun, Part 5
This was one of Concluding Emollient’s homes, a palatial mansion on the outskirts of Nexus. Warded and well guarded, Reflection was more secure here than he was anywhere else in the world short of Yu-Shun…and perhaps more than he was even there. So how this old man had come upon him merited much thought.
“They are not mine,
Reflections of the Sun, Part 4Behind Concluding Emollient trailed his shadow. Reflection was that shadow, and while he lacked his mentor’s strength and skill, he had his own uses. He knew much of the dark, of the twists of the wrists and of knowing the why of all things that once occurred.Reflections of the Sun, Part 4
Reflection was mortal, yet he’d spent most of his life the hostage of a Demon Ghost, his body used to kill. The remnants of that possession were still with him. The swiftness of his motions, the strength of his arms and the sturdiness of his body, even without exercise. His instinctive ability to hide and ma
Reflections of the Sun, part 3His breath hissed between his teeth, yet no noise passed beyond a foot. Glory knew by now that nothing could hear the Demon Ghost who had inhabited his body if the Perfect Mirror Demon didn’t want to be heard. Power seemed to boil beneath his skin and Glory felt despair.Reflections of the Sun, part 3
Here, at last, had come Concluding Emollient. The Perfect Mirror Demon had destroyed a Wyld Hunt sent to kill him. The Demon had destroyed Rapskillion, and slain the guards of Thun and Caperia. A missive left in the burning remnants of another Guild wagon spoke of halting all trade with this region if the Per
Reflections of the Sun, Part 2Glory watched. That was all he could do since the Demon Ghost had taken his body years ago. All the horror of that day had faded into the background, as had so many other details of the past years. Forgetfulness was his only solace, his only balm.Reflections of the Sun, Part 2
That and the training. Praise to the Steel Shield, the Warder of Warders, the only God his father had worshipped and the only one Glory knew to pray to. Praise that most of the last years had not been spent in evil, but in training.
He had only been six when the Demon Ghost, Concealed Heraldry, had taken him
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