Chapter Four:
Crisis at Anegon

The messenger looked at them all. "I am Mekae, a resident of Contigo. I was sent by Anegon's leaders to fetch you back to our planet."

The four adepts stared at Mekae with varying looks of surprise on their faces. "We're supposed to come with you? We can't teleport!" yelled Cody.

"Man… No offense dude, but you have a major temper probl…" His thought was cut short as Cody talked him to the ground. He then flew twenty feet into the air, and landed on his back with a thud.

"You know, I don't know your name, but for an Adept, you're really stupid," Mekae said. "You don't need to know how to teleport! The skill allows me to transport whoever I want."

"You never did tell us why we have to leave," said Richard.

"Actually… I don't know why," he replied.

"If you don't know, I'm staying here. You guys go ahead, I have some unfinished business here anyway," Richard replied.

"Go where?" asked Ryan, who had just gotten there.

Mekae sighed. If Richard didn't go, then what was the point of going? Then again, he was told to bring back all that he could find, and the other five seemed willing to go, even without their friend.

"Go on. I'll be there as soon as I can," Richard urged. "If they need us, then it's urgent."

"He's right," said Allen. "Better five of us who go and find out than us all staying here."

Allen was right, of course, so it was agreed that they would leave Richard behind.

Richard looked on as Mekae and his friends disappeared from sight, and then walked over to Suliantig. He needed to know what would happen next.

Back on Anegon, the six Adepts listened to Kevin, leader of the town's new military units.

"It seems that there's this guy going around, killing people and looking for the Adepts who saved our city," Kevin continued. "I don't know why he's looking for you, but be careful. He's killed at least ten people already."

Allen tried to remember all the details of the battle for Anegon, and he soon slipped into a memory…

Flashback, from Afrin's Test:

Richard surveyed the destruction around Anegon. The battle was nearly finished, but there were still a great number of evil Adepts out there. And their leader, an assassin clad in black, wasn't going to give up easily.

He fought like a cornered beast, with ferocity unknown to the defenders of the tower. He seemed to be immortal, and all who fought him had died.

Afrin was near by, caught in a battle he didn't belong in. But that didn't stop him. He had no way of getting back to his ship, and right now, he didn't want to. The heat of battle had come to him, and like so many others of his kind, he was thriving.