Here we go chapter 11 is now up hope you all enjoy:
Chapter 11: Preparations.
The past three hours had been pure torture for Caleb. He had 'never not even on Meridian had to go through such trials of endurance. His arms felt like they were going to drop off at any second and all he wanted was to finally go home and never see another shopping mall for the rest of his life!
"Are you guys done yet?" he whined has the Guardians slowly death marched him through the seemingly endless clothe stores.
"Just one more store and then we promise that's it," Hay-lin said for the fifth or sixth time.
"C'mon my arms are killing me! You guys have brought enough stuff to clothe all of Meridian by now!" Caleb protested.
"Oh quit being such has a baby Caleb," Irma said in a teasing tone.
"Besides your supposed to be a gentleman and offer to carry a lady's bags," She said going into high heel walk and raising her head in a sophisticated manner.
Caleb sighed this was obviously his punishment for trying to get the Guardians into a training regime. He stared down at the bags each one, filled excessive amounts of clothing. The majority was Hay-lin's and Cornelia's.
Cornelia loved to keep up with the latest fashions trends and most of Hay-lin's purchases would like be cannibalised into her own unique fashion designs. Which Caleb would likely be used has a guinea pig for later since he had spotted a few male clothing items being brought and the line: "Hey Caleb this would look great on you!" was occasionally heard before the said item in question was bagged purchased and handed to him for carriage. He would have to think of an escape plan later. If he left at the right time then Hay-lin would like 'seize blunk for experimentation instead!
"Hey guys why don't we stop and get something to eat?" Will suggested has she noticed a burger bar up ahead.
"Sounds good to me I haven't eaten anything since this morning," Irma replied.
"Irma your always eating! Its no wonder you're getting stubby around the waist," Cornelia replied.
"Well at least when I order food I don't just order half a salad," Irma yelled her face turning red.
"I don't just eat half a salad!" Cornelia snapped back.
"Sure I like to keep an eye on my diet to ensure my figure stays perfect but like who doesn't? The other girls all looked at her dumbfounded.
"What?" she asked in bewilderment.
The group sat down and ordered their food (Cornelia didn't have a half salad though) and started discussing plans for the remainder of the weekend.
"So what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" Will asked.
"Movie?" Hay-lin suggested.
"Nah we already saw the last good one," Irma dismissed.
"How about going to a dance club?" Irma asked.
"I'd have to check with my mom," Will responded.
"Me to," Cornelia sighed.
"Me three," Taranee added.
"Well then since you girls have no plans then tomorrow we can get in a few more rounds of training," Caleb grinned smugly.
The Guardians sighed collectively.
Metamoor.
"The throne room.
Phobos waited impatiently has he tapped his fingers against his thrones "arm rest. It had been hours since he had sent Cedric on his mission. How long could locating a portal take?
Finally the serpentine form of lord Cedric entered the throne room and bowed before his master.
"Well?" Phobos demanding glaring down, at Cedric his eyes burning into his skull.
Cedric threw out a small squat green creature into at the base of the steps leading to Phobos throne it had dull green skin covered in bumps and yellow eyes its attire appeared to be a bag with holes torn into the sides and top and a length of rope rapped around the waist.
"I have used this pasling creature to locate a portal not far from here. Cedric reported.
"Good apparently these vermin do have a use after all." Phobos grinned.
"The Sentinels are waiting," Phobos explained.
"Take them to earth find and destroy the guardians. Understand. It was not a question but rather a statement.
"At once me liege!" Cedric responded before marching out of his lord's presence the pasling creature's body gripped tightly in his large hand.
Chapter 12 is coming.