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Double Edged Sword.
Author's note: hi guys, sorry about the two-week delay. Had exams so had to postpone the release of this few chapters. But anyway here's the a couple more.
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The quiet rumble of the plane's engines filled her ears. Everything else was quiet. Sydney thought of it as how Christmas mornings were.
Then there was the rustling of papers. Sydney sighed at herself and looked to her left. Then there was her always as usual, hard working assistant-Nigel-who as always had his head stuck into yet another book. Sydney raised an eyebrow at how the plane's small fold out table could hold all the books and papers Nigel was using.
She smiled and realized that this was what she had been missing for the past week. Sydney took a sip of water from her glass and leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes,
"GOT IT!!"
Sydney got up with a start as Nigel slammed the book shut and making a big noise at the same time. Two elderly couple that was sitting in front turned back and stared at Nigel in annoyance.
A flash of horror flicked by Nigel's face as he realized what he had done. "Sorry." Nigel said, putting on his most apologetic face and lopsided grin.
"What?" Sydney asked through clenched teeth hoping not to further annoy the couple.
"I've finally managed to translate the massage on the medallion." Nigel looked back at his papers again and brought up one and started to read it out. Softly this time.
'At the sun of time, Where I will be With the right touch, The other you would see. To wings you shall fly, Towards the hour of ninth In the heart of the eagles, It will show but never in whole.'
Nigel finished reading, this time with a smile that told that he was pleased at himself. "Nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Sydney looked at the medallion. The words still ringing in her ears.
"At the sun of time.that could mean dawn." Nigel pondered about the riddle. "But what about the wings? I don't see the connection." Nigel leaned back against his seat and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out once we reach Venice." Sydney said looking at Nigel.
"I guess you're right Sid."
Silence filled the air again. Sydney looked down and played around with the thought of telling Nigel how she felt. What the hell she thought. "Nige when you were in the hospital. I was. well, I was afraid." Sydney continued not wanting Nigel to interrupt. "I was afraid i was going to loose you and that." Sydney looked up again and saw Nigel asleep. His head was resting against the window.
Sydney sighed again and smiled. She gingerly took of Nigel's glasses and stopped midway as he stirred to change position but didn't wake up. Sydney placed his glasses back on the table and sat back. She looked at Nigel and thought to herself. What would've happen if Nigel was listening. Guess she'll never know.
Or would she?
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There was always a reason why Nigel never visited hot tourist spots. And now he knew why. Nigel looked around at the lobby crawling with people. A lot of people. He swore under his breathe as a lady talking in Russian bumped into Nigel not noticing him, almost knocking him and the bags to the floor in the process.
Nigel walked to a more secluded area of the lobby and waited as he watched Sydney make a phone call on her cell phone. Sydney finished and closed back her phone and looked back at the spot where Nigel was standing. She saw that Nigel was missing and turned around searching for him.
Nigel waved and shouted at Sydney. "SYD!"
Sydney turned towards the sound of Nigel's voice and a look of relief swept over her. She walked over to Nigel and smiled. He never liked it when she smiled like that, and every time she did that something good never came out of it.
"What is it this time Syd?" Nigel said crossing his arms across his chest.
"What?"
"It's just tha everytime you smile like that, we always end up in some sort predicament."
"Oh nothing. Just that I've manage to rope us some help to find the scabbard."
"I hope that this 'help' isn't someone from your romantic past again."
Sydney looked hurt. Well almost. "Nigel! I would. of all things to say. I."
Nigel regretted saying it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable dragging this piece of metal everywhere." Nigel said referring to the sword.
Sydney sighed. "It's ok. But as for our 'help', this time you're actually much closer to him than me." Sydney gave that smile again.
'Uh-oh' Nigel thought 'I've got a bad feeling about this'. Nigel was about to ask Sydney more when he heard something from behind him that he hoped he wouldn't have to hear.
"PODGE!"
'It couldn't be' he thought. Nigel didn't dare look behind. He already knew who it was and he didn't want to face him. "You didn't." Nigel said looking at Sydney squarely.
Sydney shrugged and smiled again. Nigel couldn't believe that of all people, Sydney would betray him. Nigel turned around to face the music.
A man in a brown suit was jogging towards them.
Preston.
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Sydney dropped the bags unto the floor of their hotel room, and braced herself. She knew that at any moment now both brothers would start arguing.
Nigel placed his hands on his hips and turned around to face Preston. "What do you thing you're doing?"
Bingo.
"Well Sydney here called me, told me everything and asked if I could help." Preston said standing right in front of Nigel. "How are you feeling?"
Nigel faced turned dark and shot Sydney a look that could kill. He looked back at Preston. "The last thing I want right now is another babysitter! I've already went through this with Sydney and I do not want to go through this with you also!"
Preston grabbed Nigel's shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. "For God's sake Nigel, I am not here to baby sit you. I'm here because I'm your brother and I don't want to lose you!"
Nigel opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.
Preston released Nigel from his hold and turned towards Sydney who was watching. She had no intention of butting into their 'reunion'.
"If you brothers are done than I suggest that we-," Sydney didn't finish her sentence and looked at Nigel who was sitting on the sofa as he looked up at her. "Oh my God." Sydney ran towards Nigel as he held and looked at his palm covered in blood from his nose, which was bleeding.
Preston stood there in shock also. Sydney bent down and looked at Nigel's face. He had already tilted his head back to stop the bleeding. "Preston, grab that box of tissue and bring it over here now!"
By then Preston had already snapped out of his shock and moved at sonic speed. "Here," Preston said placing the box in front of Sydney.
Sydney ripped out the tissue and placed it under Nigel's nose. Nigel opened his mouth to say something but Sydney stopped him. "Don't say anything now. Just hold the tissue."
Nigel held the tissue with his only clean hand as Sydney took another tissue and wiped of the blood from his palm. Sydney stared in horror as the blood turned the white tissue into crimson red. For the second time, she felt helpless again.
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Double Edged Sword.
Author's note: hi guys, sorry about the two-week delay. Had exams so had to postpone the release of this few chapters. But anyway here's the a couple more.
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The quiet rumble of the plane's engines filled her ears. Everything else was quiet. Sydney thought of it as how Christmas mornings were.
Then there was the rustling of papers. Sydney sighed at herself and looked to her left. Then there was her always as usual, hard working assistant-Nigel-who as always had his head stuck into yet another book. Sydney raised an eyebrow at how the plane's small fold out table could hold all the books and papers Nigel was using.
She smiled and realized that this was what she had been missing for the past week. Sydney took a sip of water from her glass and leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes,
"GOT IT!!"
Sydney got up with a start as Nigel slammed the book shut and making a big noise at the same time. Two elderly couple that was sitting in front turned back and stared at Nigel in annoyance.
A flash of horror flicked by Nigel's face as he realized what he had done. "Sorry." Nigel said, putting on his most apologetic face and lopsided grin.
"What?" Sydney asked through clenched teeth hoping not to further annoy the couple.
"I've finally managed to translate the massage on the medallion." Nigel looked back at his papers again and brought up one and started to read it out. Softly this time.
'At the sun of time, Where I will be With the right touch, The other you would see. To wings you shall fly, Towards the hour of ninth In the heart of the eagles, It will show but never in whole.'
Nigel finished reading, this time with a smile that told that he was pleased at himself. "Nice ring to it, don't you think?"
Sydney looked at the medallion. The words still ringing in her ears.
"At the sun of time.that could mean dawn." Nigel pondered about the riddle. "But what about the wings? I don't see the connection." Nigel leaned back against his seat and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out once we reach Venice." Sydney said looking at Nigel.
"I guess you're right Sid."
Silence filled the air again. Sydney looked down and played around with the thought of telling Nigel how she felt. What the hell she thought. "Nige when you were in the hospital. I was. well, I was afraid." Sydney continued not wanting Nigel to interrupt. "I was afraid i was going to loose you and that." Sydney looked up again and saw Nigel asleep. His head was resting against the window.
Sydney sighed again and smiled. She gingerly took of Nigel's glasses and stopped midway as he stirred to change position but didn't wake up. Sydney placed his glasses back on the table and sat back. She looked at Nigel and thought to herself. What would've happen if Nigel was listening. Guess she'll never know.
Or would she?
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There was always a reason why Nigel never visited hot tourist spots. And now he knew why. Nigel looked around at the lobby crawling with people. A lot of people. He swore under his breathe as a lady talking in Russian bumped into Nigel not noticing him, almost knocking him and the bags to the floor in the process.
Nigel walked to a more secluded area of the lobby and waited as he watched Sydney make a phone call on her cell phone. Sydney finished and closed back her phone and looked back at the spot where Nigel was standing. She saw that Nigel was missing and turned around searching for him.
Nigel waved and shouted at Sydney. "SYD!"
Sydney turned towards the sound of Nigel's voice and a look of relief swept over her. She walked over to Nigel and smiled. He never liked it when she smiled like that, and every time she did that something good never came out of it.
"What is it this time Syd?" Nigel said crossing his arms across his chest.
"What?"
"It's just tha everytime you smile like that, we always end up in some sort predicament."
"Oh nothing. Just that I've manage to rope us some help to find the scabbard."
"I hope that this 'help' isn't someone from your romantic past again."
Sydney looked hurt. Well almost. "Nigel! I would. of all things to say. I."
Nigel regretted saying it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel a little uncomfortable dragging this piece of metal everywhere." Nigel said referring to the sword.
Sydney sighed. "It's ok. But as for our 'help', this time you're actually much closer to him than me." Sydney gave that smile again.
'Uh-oh' Nigel thought 'I've got a bad feeling about this'. Nigel was about to ask Sydney more when he heard something from behind him that he hoped he wouldn't have to hear.
"PODGE!"
'It couldn't be' he thought. Nigel didn't dare look behind. He already knew who it was and he didn't want to face him. "You didn't." Nigel said looking at Sydney squarely.
Sydney shrugged and smiled again. Nigel couldn't believe that of all people, Sydney would betray him. Nigel turned around to face the music.
A man in a brown suit was jogging towards them.
Preston.
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Sydney dropped the bags unto the floor of their hotel room, and braced herself. She knew that at any moment now both brothers would start arguing.
Nigel placed his hands on his hips and turned around to face Preston. "What do you thing you're doing?"
Bingo.
"Well Sydney here called me, told me everything and asked if I could help." Preston said standing right in front of Nigel. "How are you feeling?"
Nigel faced turned dark and shot Sydney a look that could kill. He looked back at Preston. "The last thing I want right now is another babysitter! I've already went through this with Sydney and I do not want to go through this with you also!"
Preston grabbed Nigel's shoulders and looked straight into his eyes. "For God's sake Nigel, I am not here to baby sit you. I'm here because I'm your brother and I don't want to lose you!"
Nigel opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.
Preston released Nigel from his hold and turned towards Sydney who was watching. She had no intention of butting into their 'reunion'.
"If you brothers are done than I suggest that we-," Sydney didn't finish her sentence and looked at Nigel who was sitting on the sofa as he looked up at her. "Oh my God." Sydney ran towards Nigel as he held and looked at his palm covered in blood from his nose, which was bleeding.
Preston stood there in shock also. Sydney bent down and looked at Nigel's face. He had already tilted his head back to stop the bleeding. "Preston, grab that box of tissue and bring it over here now!"
By then Preston had already snapped out of his shock and moved at sonic speed. "Here," Preston said placing the box in front of Sydney.
Sydney ripped out the tissue and placed it under Nigel's nose. Nigel opened his mouth to say something but Sydney stopped him. "Don't say anything now. Just hold the tissue."
Nigel held the tissue with his only clean hand as Sydney took another tissue and wiped of the blood from his palm. Sydney stared in horror as the blood turned the white tissue into crimson red. For the second time, she felt helpless again.
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