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CHAPTER 7: REUNION
Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you a servant of Maldor's son? ANSWER ME, INTRUDER!" Jason shouted as he pulled out his torivorian sword. The blade's edge was wickedly sharp and can cut into anything, even titan crab shells. He still hadn't summoned his lurker bodyguard but it was waiting. The intruder sensed its presence but pretended not too.
"Jason it's me. Don't you remember me?"
His gripped on his sword faltered as he tried to remember the familiar face of this 'intruder'. It dawned on him who this is.
"Rachel? Is that really you?" He dropped his sword and ran towards Rachel, hugging the life out of her. Rachel hugged him back. While they were embracing each other, Nia snapped out of her shock.
"Drake?"
"Hey, sis. How are you? Did they hurt you?"
"I'm fine, Drake. What are you doing here? And how did you even get here? Were you summoned here too?"
"Uh, no. Actually, Mom br . . ." He wasn't able to continue because his mother cut him off.
"Nia! You're okay, you're okay," she said as she went to embrace her missing daughter.
"I'm okay, Mom. But you're choking me."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly and proceeded to fuss over her, inspecting her to see if there are any wounds, cuts, bruises or anything on her body. Drake approached his mother and sister.
"Are you really okay, sis? And, Mom, who's that man you just hugged?"
Rachel suddenly remembered Jason was there. She turned to find him standing awkwardly a little farther away from them. Before either of them could say a thing, more guards exploded into the throne room while the ones who were thrown also went to help their lord. They were all carrying weapons. Archers were also posted above them, crossbows loaded and ready to fire.
"Are you all right, milord?" His chief guard asked. His face was bloody and his body was covered with cuts of which some were bleeding profusely. A nasty cut on his leg caused him to limp as he approached Jason.
"I am all right, Darren. Tell your men to stand down. They are friends."
"But, milord, they . . ."
Jason ignored him. He turned to the guards and said in a loud voice, "Stand down. They are no threats."
Immediately the guards sheathed their weapons though some were reluctant.
"Return to your duties. Gather men to fix the damages. I want a report after it. Understood?"
"Yes, milord," the guards answered in unison and left the room without another word. Jason, on the other hand turned to Rachel and her children.
"Follow me. We will go to my study to discuss some . . . things."
Rachel nodded and said to Jason, "You may want to dismiss your torivor. I think it doesn't like where it is right now."
"Huh? Oh, yeah." He looked at where his torivor was and mentally dismissed it. Before it left, it said something to Rachel.
Welcome back, Rachel. Prepare yourself to tell the truth and for the truth.
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