"Get in there and do as I told you to do!" Angel, along with everyone else that was at the table, looked up then towards the room's northern doorway; even though they knew who it was that had spoken they waited until seeing him to pin a name to him.
It had taken a deal of effort on both her and her husband's part to keep the boys from speaking, or throwing a few jokes, towards Trobrencus after he was seen that early morning; while she and Tazir knew the man's dress style they didn't, which was why they had come close to being a bit extreme about what he was seen as wearing.
Even though the era was very different than that of when the medieval knights were known to be around, and even though there were numerous offerings of clothing out there that could fit a man of Trobrencus's size, Trobrencus was wearing something that a knight would wear. The tunic top was black; it had a light gray, splayed-out dragon hand on its chest while, running along its bottom, was a layer of dark gray mesh. The mesh hood, that was on its back, had a zipper on it that'd allow for Trobrencus to remove it if he didn't want to incorporate it into his outfit. The pants were black, and were a little on the loose side on his legs; the brown cane, that had a silver chrome bear head as a handle on it, didn't look to match the outfit at all. The dark brown boots, that had drawstring laces on them, completed the outfit. Hazaar and Lazeer had said something about the outfit being "modestly cool" while Bile and Lhaklar had said that they'd not be caught dead in it—she, and her husband, could concur with that. They wouldn't be caught dead in it either.
Trobrencus, after entering the room, then pulling his son along with him, gave his son a push in the table's direction. After pushing his son, he went to take his place at the table; after sitting down, he glanced at his son for just a second before moving his gaze in Lazeer's direction—it was obvious to just about everyone at the table that he was giving the boy his cue on speaking to him.
"Go on boy! Quit standing there with your tongue twisted." TrobrencusVile snapped after a full thirty seconds passed and nothing was said from his son.
The kid that was standing before the table was one of the bullies responsible for Lazeer being beat up earlier; though looking tough at the time of his joining up with Baruk and Gaajah to cause Lazeer grief he definitely didn't now. He almost looked like he wanted to cry—he was mumbling, and stammering, and his face looked pretty well unstable.
Bohir, who's full name was BohirVile Apadox Surfeit, but who went by plain Bohir by everyone that knew him, looked a good deal like his father. His face was long; both of his cheeks had a red and purple, flake-like patch of skin on them while his forehead had a single, purple-colored patch of skin on it. The two, red patches of flake-like flesh, that were on the sides of his neck, were very noticeable. Except for the cream-colored strands, that were in his bangs and in the back of his hair, his hair was a dark blue color; Bohir's bangs were long and thin—so thin that his cream-colored eyes, that had puke-yellow irises and red pupils in them, could be seen. With the exception of the flaky patches of skin, Bohir's skin complexion was a mostly puke-yellow color—this, and the flaky patches of skin, made him look like he had disease of some sort. He stood six foot, two inches tall; the muscle, that he had on his body, was good and firm and well noticeable.
His outfit, while looking a lot better than his father's, was still something that none of them would find themselves as wearing. The pants were both black and normal in appearance while the shirt was made of black velvet—the shirt, while having long sleeves, and a wide collar on it, was quite baggy... it looked almost two sizes too big for the one that was wearing it. The black suede shoes, that were on his feet, looked rather old—they almost looked like something that someone from the Renaissance, or medieval, period would wear.
It had been quite a surprise to both his parents, and to a majority of the house, that he was becoming involved in the bullying that was going on—with Bohir being two thousand, eight hundred, and three years old, he was the oldest child in the house; one would imagine that, with his being that age, he'd not worry himself about becoming a lackey of Baruk's or be involved in being a bully.
"Bohir!" TrobrencusVile snapped after another thirty seconds passed and no word from Bohir was said.
An apology of sorts was done then Bohir tried to take his seat at the table—the apology given to Lazeer was done in a mere mumble that was barely able to be heard; Bohir's father, who had heard the mumble, but had connected the dots on why it was so barely coherent, prevented the boy from sitting down. Though the language used by the man wasn't known to them they were fast in thinking that he was getting on his son for trying to pull a fast one in saying a fast, and not-meant, apology and in giving out an apology while speaking with such a low voice.
Baruk and Gaajah had already apologized for what they had done to Lazeer—but, unlike Trobrencus, who was intent on his son meaning his apology, and being loud in voicing his apology, they all knew that the two hadn't meant theirs. The apologies given to Lazeer, at around 4:45 that afternoon, by the two had only been said to get their parents off their backs.
Though it took a minute to two minutes, Bohir did give out a coherent and well-meant apology; after the apology was given, he was allowed to sit and make himself a plate. The apology was no more expelled from Bohir before Bile turned to look at Lazeer—he looked a lot better, and their mother had done wonders with her powers so his arm was now no longer broken. He still had the cuts and bruises on himself but he looked a lot better rested and a lot better in spirits than he had earlier that day. It was this, and this alone, that told him to keep an eye on his little brother—Lazeer looked about ready to say something negative on how Trobrencus had gotten on his son and he also looked about ready to spur a joke or two on how "reluctant" Bohir was on giving him an apology.
"Hey," he whispered after noting this in his youngest brother. Instead of speaking with a normal voice, or getting Lazeer's attention, he had given Lhaklar's elbow a tap. Lhaklar was fast in acknowledging him.
"What?"
"Tell Hazaar to give Lazeer a tap on the arm—Lazeer looks about ready to say something that might make everyone's skirts get up in a bind."
Lhaklar, after turning to look down the table, then seeing that his brother was right in what he had said, did as he was told. Hazaar, after turning to acknowledge him after feeling his elbow go into his ribs, and after being told what he was, nodded his head after being told to derive Lazeer's attention.
Hazaar didn't tap his brother on the arm, or kick him in the ankle, or knock his elbow into his ribs—instead of doing either of them things, he reached his arm back, to behind his chair, then swung it forward. Lazeer was fast in pulling forward, and in yelling, after the palm of his hand was felt as slapping the back of his head.
"Ow, Hazaar!" Lazeer yelled before wrapping his hands around the back of his head. "What the hell was that for? That hurt!"
"Hah-zar, that is not something you do at the table." Angel chided. "You alright, Lazie?"
"Dunno... think I'll need to hire a lawyer in a few minutes." Lazeer replied.
"You're going to take me to court for slapping you on the back of the head?" Hazaar sniffed. "You'll never win—you'll find yourself, and your lawyer, laughed right out of the building."
"You assaulted me!" Lazeer snapped.
"I'm your brother," Hazaar said smugly. "I have rights in driving you crazy, and in hitting you from time to time."
"I'll remember that the next time you run over to ma saying that I kicked you in the ah—"
"Hazaar, Lazeer, that's enough." TazirVile said.
They did so; the steely looks, that they were getting from Duru, Shaam, and Trobrencus, caused most of their interest in cutting up dissipate while their father's command did the rest. The atmosphere, that was present at the table, had grown very different—the presence of someone new at the table was part of this while the food that was now being made, and then placed on the table, was the rest. Grandma Ashaklar and Aunt Qeeta hadn't been available to help their mother in making that night's meal... while Bahne's assistance was the same she had been aided by Irka, who had taken Ashaklar and Qeeta's place that evening. Bahne and Irka had done "the honors" of making the main course that most of the Surfeits were eating while their mother was the one responsible for making what he and his siblings, and their parents and the Ubalki's, were eating.
The food, that they had been subjected to either eat or look at during meal hour, had changed after Bahne got here; with her helping their mother in the kitchen, the menu for most of the day's meals had changed. The good-smelling, savory, and delicious foods had been changed for something like that out of a nightmare—if he had to make a comparison to what they had been forced to either eat or look at when meal hour came by these last four days, he'd have to say that the banquet scene from the 1984 movie, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, was it.
The bugs were either poorly cooked, normally cooked, or overly cooked; the innards had either been cooked intact in the insects or they had been removed and then replaced with a sort of mush that had a better than pungent odor to it. The meat was, again, either poorly, normally, or overly cooked and that went double for the vegetables—Dara Dara, being a "veggie eater", was concerning herself more over the vegetable items than the meat and insects that were available on the table. Pitchers of dark liquid, that had a sort of mist flowing from them, or a normal beverage that more than wet the whistle, completed the meal that was on the table.
As if the current menu wasn't bad enough, they, for the last four days, had been forced to hear all sorts of crunching and slurping sounds from most of the people that they dined with. The idea of their asking everyone if manners were non-existent in the realm that they were in had crossed their minds on several occasions—it was only by the skim of their teeth, and their knowing that they'd be hurting a lot of feelings, and making a lot of people angry, that the question hadn't been asked.
A tray of rather well-sauced baby back ribs had been made and then placed on the table that evening; their mother was the chef to thank for this, and for the bowls of mashed and baked potatoes, green beans, and for the bowl of salad. Surprisingly, Trobrencus had three of the baby back ribs on his plate—it was only through their quiet observation that they had found him as having black and yellow, rotten and rotting teeth; they were all prepared for him to jump up after diving down for the first bite of the rib that he took up. Teeth either being pulled or dropping from their accustomed places in his mouth; blood either dripping down the man's chin, or spurting all over the place; and the man's screams of anguish over his poorly made choice in taking up and then eating a baby back rib was what they imagined would happen after that first bite was taken.
None of this happened. The man's teeth stayed in his mouth, and his blood didn't wash down his chin or splash against either everyone or the room's walls and floor, and no screams were emitted. The bite was taken, then the act of that bite being chewed before being swallowed followed, then another bite was done.
The act of hearing everyone crunching and slurping their food down did as it usually did—he, his siblings, and their parents were forced into both ignoring what they were hearing and go on in eating what was on their plates. It was during this process of theirs that KurukVile spoke.
"I was looking for you earlier." the man said after wiping his mouth with a napkin and then sitting still and straight in his chair. He gave his brother his full attention. "Wanted to ask how much it was you spent on the two items that my son destroyed this afternoon. You get a replacement for them yet?"
"For the glass, no." TazirVile replied. "An exact replacement for the case was gotten two hours after he was found and then brought in and treated for his injuries."
"How much was spent on the two items?" KurukVile asked.
"Twenty-one hundred for the glass; five hundred for the case."
A man's wallet was sacred... depending on the man, it was either as or nearly as sacred as his balls were—for him, the value of both was equal. One gave him the ability to continue making his family grow while the other gave him the ability to spend money on that growing family; he had no qualms about taking his wallet out from its stationed pocket or in having to take what was required to be taken from it... but he did have a qualm with his young son's actions earlier. The afternoon activity, that happened between his son and his younger brother's son, should never of happened—Baruk, while being raised to be a conqueror, should know better than to destroy items that were owned by others.
The wallet that he was taking a decent-sized wad of cash from was made of genuine black leather; the interior had blue stitching on it. There were all sorts of credit cards—for specific stores in the M-51 Galaxy, and for certain stores that were in his conquered realms—in his wallet and there were also two Universal Cards that had a lifespan of five years in it too—these could be used in any store, or business, out there; he usually only used them when he was out on business. Unless he was out on business, or was purchasing a specific something for either his wife or children, he didn't use the cards; he was quite content with using the paper-money that was in the wallet.
Like Tazir, he was rich—but, in comparison, Tazir had gained his wealth after his first conquest while his had been gained over two to three conquests. Most of his wealth had come from the destruction of the two planets that were known as Tyche and Ceres—after conquering them, then destroying them, he had issued the command for the ships in his militia to do a scoop of their orbit; well over a centimillion in gold dust and debris had been collected in three weeks time after the two planets were destroyed. The conquest of the Wycos and Vulcan Galaxies, and of the planet Oot, had given him well over a million in revenue while his conquest of the Ergots Galaxy had given him nearly triple that—and on an hourly basis at that, so he was pretty well to-do cash-wise.
After taking the wad of cash from the wallet, then counting out the amount needed to reimburse his brother with, he stood then went to the table's head; while he felt no remorse, or pull of the heart, over having to give his brother the $2,600 that he had counted out he did feel a certain tug of anger swell within him after it was given over. Baruk hadn't gotten off easy after the events of what happened between he and Lazeer were told to him—the belt had been taken to him, then he had been yelled at, then he had been grounded for two weeks. If he so much as heard of the kid going on with his bullying of the others that were in the house, he was to get an extra two weeks added to what was already tacked on him.
After giving his brother the money, then turning to return to his chair, he noticed that something was going on between Angel and her oldest son. After turning his head just a bit, he managed to catch her giving the boy a small, cardboard box—he was fast in wondering two things after seeing what was going on between the two of them: where had the box come from and what was in it?
"What're you giving to Bile, Angel?" he asked after reaching and then sitting in his chair.
"The necklace that your son destroyed." his granddaughter replied. "Was able to find an exact replacement for it when I went—"
"I really do wish that you'd stop going to that planet, Angel." DuruVile was fast in saying. "Regardless of your going to get a replacement for something that my grandson destroyed, you need to quit going to that planet. I worry enough about waking and then finding that you've skipped out on us again."
"I return, don't I? You don't need—"
"Doesn't matter." DuruVile was both harsh, yet gentle, in cutting her off. "I'll still worry regardless of your coming back."
Irka gave her head a slow nod; her husband, she knew, was doing the same thing—though silently instead of in public. Kuruk, since day one of their arrival to her brother-in-law's place, was getting up after everyone was in bed and was asleep for the night—he didn't get up to go to the bathroom, or to grab a glass of water, or to check on a mare that was expected to foal soon; the only reason to why he was getting up from bed was to check on Angel and her children. He, after leaving and then being gone for up to twenty to twenty-five minutes, would return either being happy and nerve-free or nervous.
"What's wrong?" she remembered asking him on the first night of their being in Tazir's place. Her husband had come into their given bedroom chamber being all nervous; after sitting himself on the foot of their given bed, he had simply stared at the wall. It had taken her two more times in asking him what she had before he finally sighed and then answered it.
"She wasn't with Tazir... When I went down to check into Tazir's chamber, to see if he and Angel were doing okay, and if Angel was with him, I found his chamber as having just him in it."
"Is Angel in the house?"
"Yeah—on the third level... sleeping in the room that's beside Eshal's own."
It had taken around twenty years before Angel was allowed to go anywhere without having either Tazir or one of his Goblins being her escort; after trust was gained, and it was known that she wasn't going to take the kids and then run from them again, she had been allowed to venture out on her own, and with no husband or Goblin being at her side to either keep her company or to keep an eye on her. With her taking the boys, then running off, then being disappeared for sixteen hundred years, the trust that she had gained in them was gone—they still loved her... that would never go away, or become less in value, but the trust and faith that she had gained in them was gone. She, along with everyone else, knew that it was going to take a while for that to return.
"She has a lot of people around her, so she won't have the chance to run off again." she thought while going back to her meal.
That was what she thought; for her, the mother-in-law of the woman who had "stolen" her precious boy from her, she thought otherwise. While she, Cyla Surfeit, wasn't as close to Angel as Irka and Kuruk were she was close enough to feel the same way as her daughter-in-law did about the trust that the members at the table expressed towards Angel.
Duru, since day one of their being in the residence, was doing something similar to what Kuruk was doing; like Kuruk, he was leaving their given chamber at night but, unlike Kuruk, he was just going down to check on Angel instead of on both Angel and her sons. The man, after returning to their room, would either find her as being awake and waiting for him or would find her as being asleep—if the former was found, he'd report what he found while, if the latter was found, he'd just get back into bed and then go back to sleep. Over the last couple of days, she had been begging Tazir to either say a spell or give Angel a potion that'd prevent her from teleporting anywhere—the man, though claiming to understand her concern, always came back as saying that he'd do neither.
"The kids aren't being taken with her, and she's returning after going on each trip, so no one has anything to worry about." the man had said yesterday, after her last session in begging him to stop Angel from leaving the house and planet was done. "There's a lot of eyes on her, and there's a lot of ears listening in on any conversations that she has, so there's double insurance on her not going anywhere."
Even though this was true, she still worried about her going off with the kids again; Duru must agree with her on this—every day, after finishing the task of dressing himself, and then getting his issues in the bathroom squared away, he grabbed a small mirror that had a spell worked on it and then put it on himself. He'd glance at this mirror every thirty to thirty-five minutes—along with her location, Angel was always shown on the mirror when it was taken from his pocket and then held to his eye.
From what she was able to tell, Shaam was also expressing a bit of concern towards the members of their family that had recently been returned to them—but in a different light and way, though. While Kuruk was more concerned about where Angel and her sons were, and while Duru was more concerned with where Angel was, Shaam was concerning himself with just the whereabouts of Angel's sons. For the last week, the man, after tracking down, and then finding one of the people that he was looking for, would stop and then talk to the one that he had found—he'd do this several times a day; it was only around meal hour, and when everyone was going to bed, that he stopped doing it.
As far as she knew, Trobrencus, and the mature members of his family, weren't doing as Shaam, Duru, and Kuruk were. They seemed to be very cool and calm, which was both a surprise and a shock at the same time.
Tazir, she knew, was spending more and more time with his sons; while this was good she was particularly worried about his involvement with Angel. The last thing she wanted was for Angel to be neglected, or to feel neglected, and then grow emotional over it—she might well grab the kids and then run, or do something that would make her and her children become unsettle. Angel needed Tazir as much as her children needed her—since their arrival, it seemed that Angel was spending more and more time with her sons than with Eshal, which also gave her cause to be concerned. She worried, and a great deal too, about her concocting some sort of plan with them that revolved around their leaving the planet.
While she wasn't as close to Angel as her husband, and their oldest son, were she was still close enough to be concerned for her and to feel herself as being empty whenever her whereabouts weren't known.
After her son was seated, and after Bile's unknown gift was received, and after the members of her family returned to their meal, she grabbed her fork then started in on the slab of grilled snake steak that was on her plate. The chunk that she had just taken from her steak was no more put in her mouth before one of Tazir's servants entered the room.
"Miss me already? Been only twenty minutes, my good man." TrobrencusVile said after the Goblin came into his line of sight.
"What is it, Losal?" TazirVile said to his butler.
"Sir, Mr. and Mrs. Bedali, and their family, have just arrived." Losal replied.
"Bedali? My good man, if you desire one as fine as me, there's a bed upstairs—the dining room isn't appropriate for such activities." after saying this, he turned to look at his wife. "Am I right my dear wife?"
"You are, and it's not very comfortable either." Bahne answered.
"Kashira and Bushon with Miss. Ladira... I haven't seen them three in a while now." ShaamVile said. "Looking forward to seeing them when they get down."
Like with learning that the Ubalki's had given birth to more children during her and her children's absence she had been surprised after both learning and then seeing the two youngsters that Trobrencus and Bahne had had after she and her sons left the planet. It was a great shock to her that the Surfeit family hadn't gone on with their lives after she and her sons relocated to Earth—instead of going on to have more children, or marry, or conquer other worlds, they had been very focused on finding her and her sons; Trobrencus and Bahne, and Bushon and Kashira, seemed to be the only ones in the family to go on with their lives.
Even though Trobrencus's words could be harmful to one of their age, the two children that he had helped in making were laughing about them; even though Bahne had carried, and then given birth to all of the children that her husband had sired, she only had three that looked like her. The other six had taken more after Trobrencus in appearance.
The child that was sitting to the left of Bahne was her and her husband's youngest daughter; Varaxcan was her name, she was said to be around four hundred and sixty-three years old. While she didn't have a bi-colored body she did have her father's hair—along with being long, and straight, it was a dark purple color. Her skin was quite pale; her eyes, from a distance, looked very spot-on to her father's—it was only when one got to within an arm's reach of her that they saw what color her eyes were. The sclera in her eyes was light red while the irises and pupils were a creamy color. The three, loose patches of flesh, that were on her face, paired well with the red, flaky patches of skin that were on her chin. Like her father, she had blood-like facial markings coming down from under her eyes—but, unlike her father, who's under-eye facial markings were a plain red color, hers were a dark red color.
While the design on her shirt and pants was different—there were all sorts of stars and spots on her shirt while her pants had nothing but stripes on them—she was very nicely dressed in nothing but gray.
"Take 'em to town, dad!" the youngster, that was beside Varaxcan, said. Except for his having a pug-like nose, and solid green eyes, and light purple hair, he looked a great deal like his father. The child's name was ImpubVile Yhamikor Surfeit; he was said to be seven hundred and thirty-four years old.
"Yeah, and give 'um a good kick in the rear." TralisaVile Veonim, the granddaughter of Trobrencus and Bahne, who was seated two down from Bahne, cheered. Tralisa, as she was called by everyone who knew her, looked like her father most—her body was a little on the chunky side, and was very roach-like in appearance; she had a small, stub-like nose in her face; and her light brown feelers and antennae were tied together with a piece of pink rawhide. Her hair, while long, and while resembling that of her father's, had purple and yellow strands in it. It hadn't taken her long to realize that the girl's eyes had come from her grandfather—except for their being light yellow and orange, they resembled his. Even though she had been born a few days before Syamsin, she was his exact age.
"Calm down now." Tralisa's mother, who was seated directly beside Bahne, said.
BenociVile Bajinia Surfeit, the fraternal twin of Celobra, who was around two to three minutes older than Celobra, was fast in getting her daughter to calm down; her husband, on the other hand, made the motion in telling her to let the girl do as she was, which caused a small fight to happen between the two. Benoci, or Beenie, as she was sometimes called by the ones that were both in her family and that knew her, looked like a near-perfect combination of her parents. Her face was shaped like Trobrencus's while her hair was both long, half-wavy, and uniquely colored—the left side of her hair was purple while the right was a dark cream color. The irises in her eyes were light purple while the sclera and pupils were red. Her nails were long, manicured, and a dark cream color. The few flakes of flesh, that were on her face, were a dark red color; her left arm was the only part of her body that had a loose patch of flesh on it.
The black dress, that she was wearing, hugged against her body tight enough to expose some of her curves; the matching heels, that were on her feet, gave her five foot, six inch physique an extra inch or two. The personality that was exhibited by both her and her sister was different—while Celobra was more open with others, and was more on the talkative side, her sister was shy and spoke only when she either felt a need to do so or when she was spoken to. Like her sister, she only had one child.
"Thank you, Losal." TazirVile said before waving his hand. When the Goblin turned to leave, Angel was able to see that he was glad to be dismissed—Mr. Khrelan, along with not getting along with Trobrencus, didn't like how the man was acting around him. Losal was married, and had a few kids, and was fully straight; she knew that he was only putting up with Trobrencus's antics because he was on the job and because he was both a member of his employer's family and was to be in the mansion for a while.
"The movie that you was watching earlier, what was it?" BenociVile asked her father after the Goblin left room.
"Something that Angel brought back from her recent trip to Earth." TrobrencusVile replied. "Just yesterday, before lunch was served, I took her to the side then asked if she'd be so kind as to bring me some of the planet's more known flicks back. About two hours after I asked her to do that for me, I found a small box before the chamber that your mother and I were given."
"Which of what I brought back did you watch?" Angel asked.
The Exorcist—definitely not a flick that my family will be seeing anytime soon."
"Scary, daddy?" CelobraVile asked timidly.
"Yes, tis my dear daughter." the man ate some of what was on his plate before going on to say more. "It's scary enough to make you, your mother, and your siblings not want to sleep for a month."
"What version was it?" Bile asked. "The original or—"
"The 1973 version, Bile." Angel answered quickly.
"Like that version better than the o—"
The sound of utensils coming in contact with glass was heard after Trobrencus's fork and knife dropped from the hands that they were in; Trobrencus was fast in wiping his mouth with a napkin before speaking on what he had just heard.
"You've seen... Angel, you haven't been letting your kids view such... such..." the man's hand tapped the table as he struggled to find the word that he wanted to use. "brutality! The flick that I viewed earlier is enough to scar a child of their age for life!"
Bile smiled—of course he, and his brothers, had seen the likes of the classic horror movies that were still rather popular in today's crowd. His first taste of the classics had come from when he had been eight hundred and fifty-six—the neighbor, being a horror buff, but who was keen in not locking his door after going out to do whatever, had never found who or what was responsible for shuffling or displacing his horror movies or for taking his horror movies. He had stayed up until four, watching such classics as The Exorcist, The Omen, The Amityville Horror, and Hellraiser; about a week to two weeks after he saw them films, he went into the same apartment to both return what he had taken and lift four more—Predator, Slumber Party Massacre II, Cujo, and Ice Cream Man was what he had taken on that trip. Unlike the first batch of films that he had taken from the apartment, he had kept those.
Before going off to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic, he had "tricked" Hazaar and Lazeer into watching Cujo and Ice Cream Man with him. Hazaar had grown fearful of the big-breed dogs for a few months before calming down after seeing Cujo while Lazeer had never asked for their mother to call the local ice cream van to stop whenever it was seen as making its rounds on their street after seeing Ice Cream Man.
He and his brothers had seen many of the old classics, and their numerous remakes and reboots; while his two, younger brothers had long since gotten over the fears that the films that they had seen had created in them he was always looking for a film that'd put a scare on them. While Lhaklar wasn't all that easy to scare with the movies that were either the classics or were newly made he was easy to gross out—he had learned this after sneaking a copy of Two Girls, One Cup from the Green River library one day; Lhaklar, after being hustled into watching the disc's contents, hadn't spoken to him for three days. The same thing had happened after he hustled him into watching the 2007 black comedy horror film, Teeth.
"Along with the originals, we've seen all of the remakes and reboots." Bile said. His mother had been about to say the same but he had beat her to the punch. "We're use to them."
"I'd be careful of what you let them watch, Angel. Such flicks, like the ones that you brought back from your recent trip to Earth, can harm the minds of one their age." TrobrencusVile remarked.
"What all did she bring back from her recent escape?" DuruVile asked Trobrencus. "I'm curious, humor me please."
"The box that was found at my and Bahne's chamber's doorstep had thirty flicks in it." TrobrencusVile replied.
"You going to watch all of them features?" it seemed that even Duru had a different word for 'movie'.
"Not all at once—come by after supper... I'll loan a few to you."
"Will do." DuruVile said before turning his attention to Angel. "So, besides the features, and the necklace for Bile, what all did you bring back?"
"Nothing else but a few newspapers." Angel replied.
"Newspapers? Why did you bring back—"
"After what happened at my and my sons' old apartment, I want to keep up with the events that are going on." Angel said. "My birth planet, remember?"
"And mine." Bile added.
"With what you've just told me, you've given me great concern now, Girl." DuruVile said. He was about to say more when a family of five entered the room; instead of speaking more on the subject that was being spoken about, he clamped his mouth shut then turned to take in the ones who had come into the room. It took him just two seconds to go from being "concerned" to happy after seeing who it was. "Kashie! Well I'll be..."
The family consisted of two, mature adults and a child that looked to be in her upper teenage years; the two, little ones, that were standing behind the man, looked rather young. Due to the mature woman's appearance, he was fast in thinking that both she and the children were related to his grandfather.
Her ears were slightly elongated, and were a predominant, light pink color; while no Tiger-like stripes were present on them they did have a series of spots on them that were a dark to medium-pink color. Like Duru, the woman's face was evenly split in color—the left was a dark pink color while the right was dark brown. Her eyes were a glowing purple color; the pupils, that were in them, were a bright green color. He, after leaning back, to see her and her family a little better, saw that she possessed a rather strange body build—her arms were long and pencil-like in structure while her body was both sturdy and worm-like in appearance. The hair, that was on her head, flowed down to her shoulders; it was an odd, tawny-brown color that didn't mesh well with the colors of her body. She was wearing a pair of blue pants, that had light green stripes going down their sides, and a light blue blouse that was arm-less; going by the pink sapphire ring, that was on the ring finger of her left hand, he guessed that she was the mature man's wife.
The man that was with the family looked a little bored and mean; his body, while being sturdy, and long and thin, had a good amount of muscle on it. The face was tough in appearance, and had a rather long, and gruesome-looking, scar on its right cheek—it was really this, and this alone, that gave him the impression that the man was mean. The nose was humanoid in appearance but, rather curiously, it had two crescent-like openings on either side of it; the eyes were, again, humanoid—or, at least they were in shape; the iris and sclera were a bright green color while the pupils were light green.
At first, he thought that the man had a dark red skin complexion then, when he looked down at his hands and wrists, and saw that their palms and undersides were a lightish red color, he got the idea that the man's inner arms, legs, and front-side weren't dark red. The white t-shirt looked rather normal while the black pants and shoes didn't—both were of the formal sort, which didn't seem to match the shirt. While the man had no belt around his waist he did have a gold band around the ring finger of his left hand—his wedding band, he presumed.
While no one in the family spoke after Duru's attention was absorbed in them the man did step forward; this action caused him to think that he was injured—the man's limp, though being slight, was quite prominent.
"Looks like we're disturbing a meal here," the man said. Hazaar sized the man up quickly before sitting back in the chair that he was now a very frequent user of.
"No, not at all. Take a seat then grab some grub." TazirVile, who had taken to standing up after the family entered the room, said. "I see that you and Kashira have two young ones with you—you two had more?"
"Yes," the woman that Hazaar figured was Kashira replied. Though slow, she did go to the table and then pick out a place for her and her family to sit at. "Two boys."
"I'll be damned!" DuruVile exclaimed. He stood then rounded the table; he went right for Kashira after reaching the side of the table that she and her family were on. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
With the family being closer now, and having picked the side of the table that he and his family were on to dine on, it wasn't very hard for him to take them in; when he glanced at the older of the family's three children, he saw that she was very pretty. Her hair was both long and brunette in color; the eyes, that were in her face, were red and were almost like flashlight beams; her body, while resembling that of both of her parents, was quite petite in appearance. She had a height of five foot, three and a half inches. She had a full, light pink skin complexion; there were no ears present on her. Her blue and black, tie-die dress was floor-length and had long sleeves on it; her shoes matched the dress well. Except for the silver and red bracelet, that was on her right wrist, she had no jewelry on; this went double for her wearing makeup.
Duru made his rounds with the family; he hugged Kashira, then the older of her three children, then he made a sound as he stuck his hand out for the mature man to shake. After acknowledging them three people, he went to see the two boys.
"Who's this?" DuruVile asked.
"Sekton, he's three hundred and twelve." Kashira replied.
"How come I wasn't told about these two?" DuruVile asked while bending down to give Sekton a hug. Sekton, while looking like the still unnamed man, had a pattern on his body that was very spot-like; the pupils that were in his glowing purple eyes were the brightest of green. Sekton gave Duru a shy hug before sliding over to his older sister's side.
"We called numerous times... each time we called, we got one of your staff, who said that you and your family weren't home." Kashira explained. "You, and your family, weren't able to be reached when I went into labor, or when the boys were born, either."
"I was never told about your attempts in trying to call me about them." DuruVile said. "I've not heard a thing from neither you or your husband for y—"
"We figured that you didn't want to have anything to do with us," Kashira said. "we—"
"Since we kept getting your staff on the horn, and since they kept telling us that you and your family were busy, we figured that you was giving us the signal to stay away." the man said.
"Nonsense, Bushon! The event of these two's conception, and then birth, was an important one—you should of bombarded my number with calls!" DuruVile spat in the now-named man's direction. After spitting at the man, he softened his features then went to see the other boy. "Who's this fine young man?"
"Wyir," Bushon replied. Except for his having orange hair, and glowing orange eyes, the one that was now being hugged looked like his father. "He's our youngest at two hundred and nine."
"Miss. Ladira is looking more and more beautiful with each day... how old is she now?" DuruVile asked after hugging Wyir.
"Twenty-seven hundred, poppy." the couple's oldest child answered.
"You two keep a good eye on this one—the girls produced by the Surfeit line are always very fine and beautiful." DuruVile said of Ladira. "No great-great grandchildren now—don't you dare think about doing anything until you're over twenty thousand years of age."
"Agreed." Bushon nodded his head. "We've already had the talk with Ladira, so we have no fears on her doing that or on her having a kid before her body's fully mature." after saying this, he turned to look at the ones that were on his and his family's side of the table. After looking at Bile, Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer, his eyes grew wide. "Those are not the children that Angel Irene bore are they?"
Adults were sometimes childish in telling the things that others told them, and that were meant to be kept private between themselves and the ones that they spoke to; all while she introduced her sons to the Bedali's, then had the Bedali's introduced to them, she worried about Bushon spilling the beans on their telephone conducted conversation, which occurred several hours ago. While, back in the day, she had known Bushon moderately well she didn't know him for squat now, so she had really stuck her foot in her mouth by giving his number a call and then disclosing her problem with him. She hoped that he'd not speak of what they had spoken about and she hoped that he was still the same old Bushon that she remembered.
After introducing her sons to Bushon and his family, then having Bushon and his family introduced to them, she re-took her seat then went on with her meal. The room was quiet for a decent stretch of time before someone decided to speak.
"What all in newsprint did you bring back?" DananVile Surfeit, the oldest daughter and child of Trobrencus and Bahne, asked.
"Just the major ones—three in total." Angel replied.
"Anything in them that's worth the trouble in getting them?" DananVile asked.
"Of course," Angel answered. "There's several articles on the weather, and on the planet's general politics and sports—the latter two I could really care less for, and I didn't really pay much attention to them when I came to them. There's also an article in each paper about me and my sons."
Lhaklar was fast in looking at the one who had just asked about the three papers that his mother had brought back from her most recent trip to Earth; even though she was attractive, he found himself as being more interested in the newspapers than in her.
DananVile, who went by Danan by her family and friends, was another near-perfect combination of her parents. Her creamy blonde hair was very wavy at the moment; her heart-shaped face had a small splash of makeup on its cheeks and lips; and her figure was as hourglass as could be—this had all come from her mother. Like her father, she was bi-colored—her left side was green while her right side was an orange-cream color. The small flecks of discolored flesh, that were on her cheeks, had, without a doubt, come from her father. Except for their irises, which were a light red color, her eyes had a heavy resemblance to those owned by her father.
Danan was a full fifty years older than the one who was seated beside her; DazassVile Surfeit, who went by plain Dazass by just about everyone that knew her, looked nothing like her older sister. It was very evident that Bahne had dominated in the creation of her second child—Dazass had a light tan skin complexion, that was nearly, completely devoid of discoloring, and she had solid blue eyes and creamy blonde hair. It was just the sides of her neck, and the backs of her hands, that had discolored flecks of flesh on them. Surprisingly, she was two inches shorter than her mother.
After taking in these two women, he turned then looked through the small crack of space that Bile was making available to him. After being "allowed" to see his mother, he spoke to her.
"What's happening on Earth, mom?" he asked.
"A lot of snow storms have happened over the last couple of weeks—most of the western states of North America are under five feet of snow. It's pretty well frozen up in several areas—there's a lot of reports going on about people experiencing busted water and gas pipes; a lot of people are without power too. Ten ranchers, who supply most of North America's markets with beef, have lost nearly all of their herds—the price of meat is expected to go up because of that." Angel reported.
"Sounds like you five were taken from the planet just in time." TazirVile said.
"Are Earth's cold seasons always like that?" Dara Dara asked.
"It usually is bad in the western states of North America, and in Canada." Angel replied. "Until this season, all of Europe was experiencing a dry spell—about a quarter of Europe is blanketed in nearly ten feet of snow; England, Britain, Ireland, and Scotland have been getting lots of rain while Africa and Egypt have been abnormally dry for almost ten years now. Most of Egypt and Africa are now abandoned... been so for nearly seven years."
"Damn," Triskull breathed.
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her about the events that were going on in and around the town of Granite, which was located in the county of Chaffee, which was in the state of Colorado; with all that he had gone through over the last week to week and a half, he was curious about what was going on in the location and, furthermore, if any sightings of who he had seen in his bathroom mirror were being made. At the last possible second, he bit his tongue then went on with eating his meal—he feared ridicule, and being called crazy, and having everyone ask if his brain had made the decision to make a trip to Looney Lane; with all that he had experienced over the near-two weeks, he was close to saying that he was going crazy.
The precursor to what he was experiencing occurred on the day of his and Bile's fight; after falling into an unconscious state, he had found himself as dreaming something that was almost similar to what Bile experienced. Upon waking up, he had wondered what he had dreamed and, furthermore, who it had been that he had seen at the near-conclusion of the dream. The two days that followed his and Bile's fight had been issue-free for him while the ones that followed had been a bit... well, crazy for him. After going down to his father's library, then grabbing two to three books from the stationed shelves, then returning to his room, he had started hearing sounds coming from the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom—instead of exploring these sounds, and finding what and where they were stemming from, he had ignored them. This happened for two straight days before, finally, he got the nerve to get up and then see what was going on in the room that he took his showers and emptied his bladder in.
After seeing what he had in his bathroom mirror, he had started making more trips to his father's library—books on mirror warping, and on mirror-made illusions and mirages, and on how one could use a mirror for non-basic reasons had been searched for and then collected and then read.
According to them books, an image seen in a mirror, that wasn't drawn up by the one who owned that mirror, could be caused by one or two things: one's imagination or someone tampering with the glass to create a scene that may or may not be happening or that may or may not of happened in the past. After reading that both sides of a mirror would be used if a spell was being used to distort the mirror to the user's desire he had gone to see if both sides of his mirror had the scene that he was seeing on them—with his seeing that it was just one side of his bathroom's stationed mirror that had the played out scene on it, he had sighed and then said that his imagination had run itself aground on him.
"Felt fine and dandy for about five days... The scene kept playing itself out, and I ignored it... or, at least until it started playing at night, and grew to such a high volume that I wasn't able to sleep." he thought.
Though sleep on the twenty-ninth of December was hard to come by he had managed to get in a few hours; after getting up from bed, then going to the bathroom, then starting the task of brushing his teeth, he had seen the glass of his bathroom mirror warp—up to that moment, the scene had just formed and then played itself in a continuous loop, and it had been quite foggy and near indistinguishable too. On that morning, he had seen the scene manifest itself in his mirror; he had seen around a quarter of it before finishing what he was doing and then leaving to go downstairs. Oddly enough, the scene had stopped being heard, and had stopped playing itself out on his mirror, after he left the room that the mirror was in. Upon returning to the room at around lunch-hour on the same day, then going into the bathroom to see if the scene was back or if he had seen something that wasn't really happening, he had found the scene as making a return and then resuming itself from where it had left off.
The landscape was white, and quite full of snow; the two to three deer, that had been in its center, had looked a little on the reluctant side to move forward; and the area was deathly quiet. The sound of a twig snapping had sent the deer racing off, and had sent most of the area's birds flying in every direction; after the twig was snapped, a Mountain Lion ambled into the area. The animal, while having a good color to its tawny-brown fur, had looked to be a little under the weather—while looking to have some weight on it it had still looked poorly; the ribs had been able to be seen while the hips were just barely poking out from the flesh that they were under. The Mountain Lion, after ambling to where the deer were, then stopping to stand still and quiet, had moved off to where the just snow-cleared road was—it had only just reached within five or so yards of the road when the snow beneath it erupted up and then a form grabbed and then started battling it.
His initial thought, after seeing the animal being attacked, was that a bear had been waiting for it to amble by. After realizing that it was December, and that bears were hibernating, he had come under the belief that he was seeing one of the fabled Bigfoot creatures—they were still being reported, and in a degree of colors and shapes and sizes too. The creature that was attacking the Mountain Lion had been black from the head on down to the waist; rather curiously, the waist on down was a medium-blue color. The snow-covered creature, after leaping up from its created cover, had wrapped its arms around the Lion and then started wrestling it—a great big ol' fight had happened, which had looked to be going in the lion's favor for a while; the lion, while looking poor in body condition, had not desired to go down without fighting first.
The attacker had gained a lot of injuries to himself, and had looked to be tiring, at the time of the battle's conclusion—instead of biting the animal, like he had figured it would, it had jabbed its hand into the animal's chest. The Lion, after making a coughing sound, had slumped; its attacker, after throwing it from him, had dropped to his side and then lie there—he had stayed on the ground for a while before getting up and then going towards the animal. After the mirror's projected image pulled in, to show who it was that he had watched, he had gasped and then turned to flee the room.
"Didn't go back to see if what I had seen was real until after supper was eaten."
The same scene had played for him; instead of running from the bathroom, then putting a false security on himself in saying that what he had seen was nothing but his imagination playing tricks on him, he had watched the entire thing.
The Mountain Lion's attacker, after grabbing the animal by its tail, had stood up tall and then moved off towards the trees; he had dragged the animal for nearly thirty yards before stopping and then turning to pick it up. The guy had carried the downed animal past a bunch of bushes, then past several, tall trees, then across a river that was nearly, completely frozen over in certain areas, before stopping at a makeshift camp.
Welcome to Granite Colorado; that was what the sign, that was behind the sheet that was thrown over a few ice-covered branches, said, and that was what gave him the want in wanting to know if anything in that location was going on that was abnormal.
The guy, after reaching his camp, had gone to work on his kill; no worries had been placed on his shoulder, chest, and bicep-oriented injuries... he had just concerned himself with his kill. After skinning the animal of its fur, then taking the items that he wanted from it, he had made himself a fire and then grabbed a nearby stick—a piece of meat had been placed on that stick before being held over the fire. All while the guy was cooking what was on the stick, he had been getting a good look at him—and had been comparing him to what Bile had seen in the dream that he had become more than a little freaked out over.
Almost everything clicked with what Bile had seen. The skin was midnight black in color; the eyes were shaped like scalene triangles, and were a glowing yellow color; and he was very strongly built. The hoodie—or, at least the remnants of one—had masked the man's facial features well, so all he had been able to see were his eyes. That was really it on what he was able to compare with what his brother saw—Bile had said nothing about the man wearing a series of chains around his neck, shoulders, and waist, and he had said nothing on what type of clothing he was wearing. The heavy-duty pair of mountain or combat boots had looked a bit overused to him while the pair of black jeans looked about ready for the trash; the man had worn no shirt, so he had been able to see all of the muscle that he had on his top half.
With this being noted, he had started freaking out; here he was, watching some scene unfold in his mirror, and comparing the man that was in the scene with the one that Bile had seen on December 15. At the time of his turning to leave his bathroom, he had seen that the man had a set of cracked, dark gray fingernails—the thumb on the left hand, rather curiously, had looked to sport an injury of some sort on it.
Before leaving the room, then going downstairs to do an attempt in convincing himself that what he was seeing wasn't real, he had seen the man as sighing and then standing up; most of his kill had been covered in snow before he turned then went towards the town that was close to his camp. His mirror, after the man went in the direction of the town of Granite, had returned to looking like a normal mirror just before his exit of his bedroom's adjacent bathroom occurred.
"With me not being able to relieve myself of that scene, which continued to play-out in my bathroom mirror, I grew to being very nervous... I wanted to be around my mother more than being on my own after it continued to be seen in my mirror."
The scene was almost like a broken record in being played over and over again for the next two to three days before, finally, stopping—even though he had sighed after it stopped being playing he had still taken a towel with him; a guy just couldn't use the bathroom comfortably while a scene like what was continuously being played on his mirror was happening. On the day after Trobrencus, and his family's arrival, he had gotten such a spook that caused him to no longer want to use his bathroom again.
He had been on his bed, making out a list of things that he wanted for the newly arrived month of January, and listening to some Ray Charles, when the sound of someone yelling for him was heard. It had been small, and he had come close to discarding it, until finally deciding to get up and then go downstairs to see if he was being called—after seeing that no one was calling for him, he had returned to his room and then resumed his prior task. The song of Can't Stop Loving You had just started playing, and he had just gotten through with making his list, when the sound of someone yelling for him was heard again—only, this time, it had been louder, and it had seemed to be coming from his bathroom.
Instead of checking to see if who was calling him was outside his room, he had gotten up and then gone to his bathroom; the tall, rectangular mirror, that was over the faux gold sink, that was on a single, country-made French vanity, was what he had looked at after he entered the room. His mouth had dropped, and his eyes had just about bugged from their sockets, after what was in the mirror was seen.
"The scene of the darkly-colored man conducting a better than dangerous hunt wasn't being played... instead, I saw the man himself."
The black, shadow-like face was seen; the remnants of the man's hoodie were seen; a small part of the man's shoulders and chest was seen... just the sight of these things had made his blood run cold. He had come close to slapping himself in the face after seeing what he had—no attempt on his part was made to convince himself that what he was seeing wasn't real... there was just no way in hell that what he had seen was his imagination playing tricks on him.
Just the sight of what he had seen had been enough to make him take two quick steps back; he had only just hitched in breath to yell for someone to come into his room, and see what he was seeing, when the man in his mirror spoke.
"If I recall correc-k-tly, you are the more ma-k-ture of my bruders," the man had said in a low, nasally-sounding voice. The crack of one who was either entering, or near-exiting, or in the middle of puberty had been unmistakable; just hearing the man talk, and hearing that crack in his voice, had caused the muscles in his body to stiffen. "Think you can pass mum a messa-k-ge for me? She keeps running-k from me and I don't know wh... hey!"
Instead of staying, and playing chat with the man in the mirror, he had turned and then fled both the bathroom and then his room. The day following this mad event, he had learned that what he had seen wasn't something that he had thought up or imagined—after brushing his teeth, then dropping his head to spit his mouth's contents in the sink's basin, he had seen the man as forming in his mirror. A gasp had come from him then he had high-tailed it from the room; the habit of his taking a towel into the bathroom that he chose to use, and of not using his bedroom's adjacent bathroom, was resumed afterwards. Until he finally got the guts to spill what he had experienced, he was planning on continuing with these two, new habits of his—while he had a feeling that Lazeer was experiencing or had experienced something similar to what he experienced he didn't feel like going to him or seeing what was up with him or confiding in him what was going on with him.
"Been noticing that you're spending more time with the boys," DuruVile said to his secondborn son. "You training them or—"
"No. Just spending time with them—getting to know them and getting close." TazirVile replied.
"Have you done any training sessions with the boys?" ShaamVile asked. When TazirVile shook his head, he said, "Very neglectful of you, Lad. You need to know where they are in their training then you—"
"My sons are very nicely trained." Angel said. "I've done well in getting them to the stage that they're in. The only thing that they can't do in their powers is the clear abilities."
"Okay then," ShaamVile cleared his throat before speaking again. "Last I heard, you can't do that of our main powers—allow for me, or my son, to teach both you and your sons that ability of ours. Tazir too, Lass."
"Teach me then I'll go on to teach my sons, and Tazir, what I've learned."
The act of her asking for either Shaam or Duru to teach her the clear abilities of the Elemental powers instead of to both her, her sons, and Tazir caused a rift to happen between her and her great-great grandfather. Unbeknown to Shaam, she had her reasons in not wanting either he or his son to teach her sons the techniques and side-abilities that one with Elemental powers could do—she had seen a reel of film where Shaam was training his son once... Shaam had been quite hard and rough in that film; along with not letting Duru get use to his powers, or grow use to the sensations that they gave when they were used, he had attacked him as a way to make him use his powers without fear and without double-guessing them. She had also seen Shaam as taking a stick to his son after his son started running from his training techniques. The last thing she wanted was for her sons to be rushed in their training and she definitely didn't want them to get hurt or grow fearful of their powers.
Like Irka, and Cyla, she didn't much trust the people that she had been returned to; like them, it was going to take her a while to build up the trust that she had formerly had with them.
When Shaam continued to express his interest in having either himself or his son take on her sons as their prodigies she grew angry then said that neither of them were to train them; even after telling the man that she had trained them well, and as far as she could, and that she was fine with where they currently stood with their powers, and even though she told him about her also teaching them the art of using a sword, and that they were fine swordsmen, he called her bluff. The act of his requesting a Power Trail, where her sons would be forced into showing what they had learned so everyone could see for themselves where they were in their training, was where her cap was blown.
"Why do they need trails when my husband, my grandfather, and your son have seen them use their powers?" she demanded after cooling down enough to speak without yelling.
"And myself," Angel was fast in looking at Trobrencus, who's plate was around half-so clear of food and who was leaning back in his chair rather contentedly. "I've seen them use their powers, Shaam. Both on the day that Hazaar was seen and on the day that what occurred in the parking lot of that store happened."
"We—that's me, my father, and Blaiga—actually saw them training in the location where they were attacked by Baruk, Gaajah, and Bohir." Amadh struggled for just a second to come up with the locations name. "Uh, Sweeney Ranch, I think it was called."
"What he said is true. We did see them spar in that location, and they did seem to be well-trained in both their powers and with a sword." Cheshire said after reaching over to place his hand on his son's shoulder. "Angel's done well in training them."
"We still need to know where they are in their training." ShaamVile insisted.
Before Shaam could start in on her sons' training, and on what everyone had seen them do in both their powers and with a sword, Trobrencus issued out the command for him to shut up—this caused a fight to happen between the two men before Shaam backed down and then did as he was told. Bushon and his family were allowed to eat what they placed on their plates; normal conversation was resumed at the table; and normal sights and sounds were taken in before the signal for everyone to get up and then disperse in different directions was given.
Angel, after the signal was given for everyone to leave the table, collected her sons then went in the opposite direction that everyone else seemed to be going in—she was frustrated and annoyed over hearing her attempts in training her sons, and readying them for adulthood, being challenged by one who obviously didn't care about how much she had slaved to ready her children for the day when their powers and sword-based skills would be needed.
Bile, though annoyed over seeing his mother being challenged, was actually holding out a hope that a trail would be done—he'd love to teach Shaam's ass a lesson and prove a bunch of people wrong on what all he knew and didn't know in the process.
Lhaklar thought none on the challenge issued to his mother; he just stayed at her side and followed her to wherever she went. Lazeer, who was on her other side, was half interested in a trail being done while Hazaar, who was fast in making a trip to one of the house's many bathrooms, was very for a trail being done.
Bile followed his mother, and his two, younger brothers, to the second level before separating from them; while his mother, and Lhaklar and Lazeer, went into the room that she and the old man slept in he went up to the third level. Before going down the hallway that was on that level, he opened the box that he was given then looked at its contents—ma had done him well; the box, while having an exact replacement for the Eagle Claw necklace in it, also had a tiger tooth pendant in it. The note, that was underneath the tiger tooth necklace, was swiftly removed and then read after it was seen.
Not sure when I'll be going to Earth again; I made a trip to a few stores, and got a few things for you and your brothers, and your sister, while being on the planet. I'll be busy for a while after supper's consumed—can you keep an eye on Lhaklar and Lazeer until I make a return? ~ Love, Mom
Though fully agreeing to do so he, at first, wanted to see what all was gotten for him; after going into his bedroom, then seeing the box, that was on his bed, he went to it then started sifting through its contents. A catalog on knives, a poster, and three resin model kits were found as being in the box—while the model of the Kothoga Relic Movie Monster was cool, and while the model of the zombie horse was awesome, he found himself as really looking forward to putting together the one of the six-headed dragon. After seeing the models, then unrolling the poster—it was a still from the 1997 film, The Addams Family and, in fact, it was of Anjelica Huston's portrayed character of Morticia Addams, who was standing before a fern-like plant with a pair of scissors in-hand—, he left his room to see if his mother's request for him to watch after Lhaklar and Lazeer was still desired to be done.
