Chapter 13

Lok's POV

Look at the streets you come from Prague, it was a bit difficult despite my night vision since there was no moon or stars to light up a bit. I was sitting on the rooftop where Sophie and I had met Cherit. Glue the knees to the chest and watch as Sophie walked from one side to another restless, Cherit was sitting next to me.

-I hope that Zhalia's print spell has worked well.

I tilted my head a little to the side to stretch my neck, it was still dusty and the workouts with Sophie did not help me physically or emotionally. And since we got together with Zhalia, she helped me less. Sophie stopped just to answer and then returned to her homework.

-Well, I'm sure Dante took them by surprise.

-I wonder why Dante told us to stay here.

-I'm sure he has some plan in his head.

Cherit said, flying up to my shoulder. Sophie turned to face us and looked at Cherit and me with a crazy look, her eyes were full of fury, envy and indignation.

-I want to know why he took the creepy woman with him instead of me! -Suspire, we already started with Sophie's tantrums, is not it supposed that the baby is me? -I'm much better Searcher than she, and the more importantly, I am more trustworthy.

After Sophie ranted about Zhalia we were silent for a few minutes. While I'm thinking.

-Sophie. If Dante wanted us to miss the party, would not he have sent us home?

A smile was drawn on Sophie's face. He held out his hand to help me up and said the magic words.

-I say we're going

Lok's POV end

Dante's POV

Zhalia and I entered the correct building. We watch Defoe and his team look around and admire an enormous clay statue.

- So this is Metagolem?

Defoe nodded, stretched out a hand ready to touch the statue.

-Yes, it must be. Now I will link with him right here!

-Touchram!

Shout sending the agents, and Defoe and Grier, flying towards the walls. I had tired of waiting and could not allow the titan to fall into the wrong hands.

-Dante!, Do not give him time to recover! -I advise Zhalia

- I call on Calibam!

I shouted out the amulet of my faithful friend. Calibam appeared at my side.

-Gareon, Kilthane!

Zhalia summoned her titans also not wanting to be left behind. Kilthane was a warrior in black armour with blades on his shoulders; in his hands he had a hooked sword and a shield with an orange dragon drawn on it.

We all attack. Kreutalk spit a stream of his acid towards Zhalia, who dodged it, sent him a "Raypulse" in a Defoe, but blocked it with using "honorguard". The agents set out to attack Kilthane, while Calibam faced Breaker. I fought hand-to-hand against Grier.

Grier threw me a punch, dodge before kicking a leg. I realized that our fighting styles were similar, and I do not like it. Grier took a step back and tried to catch my leg, which was aimed at his chest, with my quick reflexes jumping backwards landing in a combat pose.

-You have a lot of discipline. Why are you fighting for Defoe? - I said with a mocking tone.

-It's my job.

Grin Grier. I move towards me to try to kick myself in the head. But I fail, I bend over and sweep one leg across the floor to derive Grier. Grier staggered and fell. I could not help but smile with satisfaction.

Dante's POV end

Lok's POV

Sophie and I, with Cherit on my shoulder, ran down the stairs.

-Lok, down there!

Sophie screamed, we both accelerated the pace and headed towards the sound of the fight, coming from behind a double door, which were protected by two agents. I reached into my bag and pulled out the Freelancer amulet.

- Come to my Freelancer - While invoking it I could not help but smile.

While the agents called their own titans, a Redcap and a Mindrone. Sophie summoned Sabriel. Sabriel faced Redcap and Freelancer at Mindrone.

-A Mindrone. We can handle this. Freelancer, destroy him!

Freelancer launched with the prepared spear. He ran past the agents and headed towards the Mindrone. The Mindrone started backing up cornered in a corner, making it easier for Freelancer to nail the spear.

-All right!

I cheered Freelancer with enthusiasm. My joy disappeared when I felt a horrible pain in my back. I crashed into a wall, then everything went black.

Lok's POV end

Sophie's POV

Lok cheered Freelancer for destroying the Mindrone, I was also happy, I was glad to see that Lok was comfortable handling a titan as strong as Freelancer.

The joy lasted little. The two officers saw that Lok was distracted and attacked him at the same time, his powers hit Lok on the back and sent him flying against a wall. Freelancer returned to his amulet and Lok stayed on the floor.

-Lok!

I was very worried, did not move. The two agents laughed with satisfaction. He had to get the two agents away from Lok. I flew over the two agents with Sabriel following me closely, entering the room where Dante and Zhalia were fighting against the Organization

Sophie's POV end

Dante's POV

Defoe and Zhalia fought by mixing powers and titans. Defoe sent an attack called Poison Fang, it was identical to his usual attack, but it seemed more painful. Luckily Zhalia eluded him and Gareon jumped from his shoulder to a nearby column, where he disappeared.

Calibam was still fighting against Breaker, both were very close. Breaker was bigger, but Calibam was faster Kreutalk, my titan bent over holding his stomach, attacked Calibam. Unfortunately this was the opportunity for Breaker, who took it. Breaker sent Calibam back to his amulet; I could not help but wince when he returned.

- Things get ugly.

Murmured. The thing worsened when I saw Sophie approach us and stand beside me. We were cornered at the end of the room and our only titans were Sabriel and Kilthane.

-Lok is hurt, and unconscious.

Curse. Why could not they obey? I had to get everyone out of here, mainly Lok and Sophie. Lok is under my care and I promised Santiago that I would take Sophie back safe and sound. Also, I had to throw the row of the century for disobeying me and Cherit was going to carry it like never before. Are not you supposed to watch Lok? I also have to get Zhalia out of here; I was the one who asked her to come. I have too many things to do.

- This was part of your plan, Dante?

Zhalia mocked a little scared. Defoe made fun of us too. You could tell he was not going to let go of the advantage they had.

Dante's POV end

Lok's POV

I opened my eyes a little, I saw everything blurred and the headache I had only made the situation worse. When I opened them all, the figure of Cherit was the first thing I saw, I was worried.

-Lok?, boy ?, are you still with us?

Raise a hand to my head; I rolled on my side releasing a moan of pain in the process. I felt that my head was going to explode at any moment and that my brain bounced inside my skull making me dizzies with every movement I made. I wanted to lie down on the floor and make myself a ball, stay still until my head stopped hurting, I felt that my body wanted to change to its fox form, but I could not, if I did I would be even more helpless.

-The fight?

Only the fact that I was talking increased the pain, which increased my desire to transform myself. But I had to know what was happening. Cherit grimaced.

-I'm afraid that Dante and the others are having problems.

I tried to stand up, but I only managed to fall back on my knees with a small cry of pain.

-I have to help.

I was panting from the pain and my vision came and went. Cherit flew by standing next to me.

-Stay still! It is possible that you have a concussion!

Ignore Cherit and his attempts to keep me quiet, with much effort I managed to crawl to the door and watch as things went.

-There must be something that I can do ... - Suddenly I remembered the spell that Dante had used to heal when we were in the tomb of Jodis Lore. - That's it! Cherit, is the spell "Everflames" healing? -Cherit nodded.-Do you think you can show it to me?

Cherit's face lit like a Christmas tree for a thousandth of a second. Then it went out and broke down.

-That power is something that not all creatures can perform. I would have to investigate your power and I'm afraid there's no time.

I winced as another wave ran through my head. I fell to the ground and was almost unconscious. Cherit's concern did not help. I closed my eyes trying to retain the transformation. Everything went black, but in the blackness I could see little blue sparks

dancing from one side to the other. The sparks formed a feather from which more sparks came out.

I opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor with Cherit fluttering around me full of worry and muttering things I did not understand.

-What happened?

-You fainted. You have to stay still, otherwise you will get worse.

Do not pay attention to Cherit. I looked at the others again. The Organization almost fell on them and they were about to attack them. I squeezed my hands in knots, in that moment I felt a tingling, I looked at my hands and saw that they were wrapped in many blue sparkles, like those of my dream that jumped in them. At that moment I knew what I had to do, more or less. I was not sure at all.

Lok's POV end

Dante's POV

The organization had us cornered, they already savoured our capture, I had never imagined that my career as a seeker would end up defeated by Defoe.

Four black crystal feathers landed on the ground, forming a semicircle right in front of us. Sparks flew from the feathers like the ones Lok emitted. The Organization looked at the feathers with amusement and then laughed out loud, all except Grier, who remained serious. The agents attacked us with different beams but collided with an electric force field that suddenly appeared. In addition to the feathers came more blue rays that electrocuted several agents and Defoe. I looked towards the door where Lok was lying on the floor, leaning against the frame to keep from collapsing. I knew that these feathers were Lok's since they were identical to his. I smiled proudly, but my smile hardly lasted, Cherit came flying at us in a hurry and alarmed, settled on my shoulder and began to whisper so that only I heard.

-Dear, Lok is not right. You have to get him out of here.

-I know. Cherit, tell Lok to hide. We take care of this.

-One more thing. He has a plan.

When Cherit finished telling me about Lok's plan, he left with him. Lok's plan promised, I told the girls and we carried it out.

Sophie flew over the agents and started making fun of them.

- You're going to have to be much faster!

Sophie began to fly through the roof, dodging the attacks agents used to try to derive it. I called Slowing, who came out of hiding, his claws extended, flew to attack Breaker. Broker growled in anger trying to catch Slowing, but he was too fast.

Zhalia nodded and Gareon came out of his hiding place and attacked Grier with his laser gaze. Grier fell to the ground.

Sophie got tired of dodging attack and swooped to the ground, where she spread her wings and knocked down two agents, then went back to the roof.

Take advantage that the suits were distracted to run to the other side of the room and quickly observe the vessels and stacks of papers.

-I know you are here.

I whispered to the titan as I reached into one of the vessels, glowing with violet and the amulet appeared in my hand. I smiled

I turned towards the battle and saw Sophie standing on the ground, it looks like she had been bored or tired of flying and was the next target of Breaker, who had managed to hit Slowing. Zhalia stepped in front of Sophie and cut off Breaker using a "Boltflare".

- Do what but Metagolem!

At that moment everything trembled and a gigantic titan appeared on the ground. It had the shape of a man, it was made of rock, with gold bracelets, a crown and armour and a white cloak made of tattered.

Metagolem raised his hands and then dropped them on Breaker, crushing him and sending him to his amulet. Defoe was crawling on his hands and knees, with broken glasses and messy hair, you can see he was still recovering from Lok's discharge.

-They've united!

I cry Defoe making me smile.

-That thing is huge

Sophie said looking at Metagolem from top to bottom several times.

- Gather!

At my command Zhalia and Sophie stood next to me, Sabriel was placed in a defensive pose next to Metagolem.

- To my mark, focus your attacks on Defoe!

-Stop!-Defoe called to his men as he backed away. -Everyone, retreat!

Grier started to protest but Defoe told him to shut up.

-Don't argue with me! They have Metagolem and the advantage!

With that the Organization left. It was time to go see Lok, I hope he has hidden well and that the Organization had not seen him when leaving.

The three of us rushed out of the room and stopped at the double door, looked around for Lok. I found it, it was behind a corner, it was difficult for the Organization to have seen it. I approached him quickly. He was pale and unconscious; Cherit was at his side very worried.

-It would be better if we took him to a hospital in the Foundation.

-Wait, Dante-Zhalia stopped me when I was about to pick him up and knelt by his side.- I have something that can work. - Zhalia grabbed the Lok's head gently - Everfight!

With the words of Zhalia Lok bright green. Zhalia withdrew her hands. At first nothing happened, but then Lok released a small moan of pain.

Dante's POV end

Lok's POV

I opened my eyes a little confused, my head did not hurt, nor my wounds, nor was I tired. The first thing I saw was Zhalia, I looked to her side, there was Dante with a great expression of relief.

-What happened?

Zhalia stood up and moved away a little. Dante helped me up.

-We win, we have the titan. Your idea worked.

-Great!, but how is it that I'm fine?

Dante looked at Zhalia

-You ... Thanks Zhalia

I smiled at Zhalia widely.

-You're welcome.

We returned to Venice that the next morning on the first flight. We all spent the entire flight sleeping. When we arrived at Dante's house, I collapsed on the sofa tiredly. Sophie sat next to me and began to check me for the thirtieth time since I woke up. Dante sat with us and scanned Metagolem in the Holotomo.

"Metagolem. Type: Litho-Titan warrior, size: large, attack: 5, defence: 6. Special skills: Great physical strength. "

-How big is it? - Ask full of curiosity.

-Huge!" Sophie said excitedly.

-What?!, And I missed it!

I dropped on the back of the sofa with great disgust, my ears were drooping and my arms were crushed. Sophie and Cherit laughed aloud, Dante just smiled.

-Quiet, you'll have more opportunities to see him. What interests me is that power that you used.

-You mean the feathers he throws?

-Yes, how did you do it?

After telling the others how I discovered power and how he believes the pens in my hand with electricity, Sophie flipped a little and Dante leaned back on his couch with a hand on his chin thoughtfully.

-I've never heard anything like that before, nor have I read anything.

-Dante, do you think it can be a new and unique power of Lok?- Cherit asked with a big smile on his face.

-It's most likely.

-Do you mean it?! - Exclaimed with great joy. Dante nodded.

-Well Lok, if it's a new power you'll have to name it, right?

Said Sophie very happy, I looked at Dante and nodded and Cherit flew into my lap with a huge smile. I was thinking for a while how to call that power, I closed my eyes and I began to think about the way I act, the shape, the colour ...

-Well, tell us Lok, how are you going to call your power?-Dante asked with a smile

- What do you think..? Electric- feather!

-Sounds good- Sophie declared

-Yes, now you only have to practice with it and turn it into a strong power.- Dante said.

I was very excited to know that this power was mine and only mine, I was the one who had named it, although that meant finding out all its uses and working hard.

Lok's POV end

Third person

In the deep underground of Prague, is the central base of the Organization. Behind a metal door stood the professor, sitting in his large leather chair behind a circular desk. The room was decorated with magical artefacts of all kinds, maps and old books.

The Professor was a fat old man, with a scar on his right eye, which was white and useless. His head was too small for his gigantic body and his hands were too big. Defoe and Grier were kneeling before him with bowed heads.

-You disappoint me, Defoe

The Professor's voice was full of threat. Defoe prepared to apologize but was interrupted by him.

-Your failure has cost us vital information about the Amulet of Will. And without it, the Organization will never achieve total domination.

Defoe kept his eyes on the ground.

- Sir, I will redouble my efforts.

-You better. Another thing, what about the puppy?

-We lost it -said Defoe with fear- But I already took care of the agent in charge of his capture. In addition, he was injured by two other agents, we believe that Dante Vale transferred him immediately during the fight. When we left, there was no sign of the boy.

-That is true? Grier.-asked the Professors without trusting Defoe.

-Yes sir, there was no crawling on him.

-I want him, and I live. Do not forget it

With those the Professor gave the meeting finished. Grier took a little longer to react than Defoe, since his head was on something else.

Previous night. Path of the Argonauts

While the Organization was leaving, Grier was a little late, had been watching how little you could see the hidden boy. At first glance he could see that it was not right. He prepared to approach.

-Grier!

I call him Defoe from the exit. Grier made another glance at the unconscious child and turned around to follow his superior, saying nothing.

Third person end