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| _Andrew_
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Subject: Hour Seven | |||||
| Zos and Michael stopped in their tracks and quickly turned towards the direction the voice had come from. “Who’s there?” Zosimos demanded, balling his clawed fists and snarling. “Hey hey, chill.” The voice said stepping out of the darkness and coming closer. “The name’s Cináed, what’re you guys doing out here?” “Running for our lives.” Zosimos said and the grabbed Michael by the arm “Come on, let’s go.” Michael stumbled slightly and then ran after Zosimos. Cináed frowned and then ran after them. “Hey! Maybe I can help!” “I doubt it.” Zosimos grumbled. “And besides, we don’t need your help.” “What are you running from?” “Don’t bother finding out the answer. It’s not worth your time.” “But I want to know!” “It’s none of your business! If anything you could tell us what time it is.” “Ummm…” Cináed paused and looked at the sky “Judging by the position of the sun it’s nigh past midday.” “Alright thanks. That’s all we need to know. Be gone.” Zosimos said. Michael had to skid to a halt and say “What? Midday?” and he looked up at the sky and saw the bright, large, full moon about a quarter of the way up from the horizon and slowly creeping up through the sky. Zosimos grabbed his arm and again and hauled him off again, but Michael kept staring up at the sky. Cináed was persistent and continued after them, “Why did you need to know what time it was?” Zosimos ignored him and kept moving, he heard the pounding of footsteps coming closer. At the sound of those pounding footsteps Michael looked down from the sky and then focused on keeping up with Zosimos. Cináed frowned and just ran after them as he thought of what a strange lot these were. Michael and Zosimos stopped for a break much later, by now sweat was dripping off of their faces and their cloths plastered to them with the salty liquid. Cináed caught up to them and said “At least let me help in some other way.” Zosimos whipped his forehead and looked at the bothersome teenager who looked just a few years older than he was, and dressed like royalty. Zosimos’s nose twitched and then he said in labored breath “Can you fight an enemy you cannot see?” “What do you mean ‘Cannot see?’” “I mean just that. Can you fight an enemy that you cannot see?” Michael was just as confused as Cináed was. “I can see it just fine, do you mean…” Michael connected the dots suddenly “Ooooh, so only you and I can see the Jager?” “Correct.” Zosimos said. “And I have gathered that this 24 hour night is just for us?” “Indeed.” “Wait.” Cináed interrupted “It’s night for you two?” The both nodded. “How is that possible?” The brothers then said in unison “Hard to explain.” Cináed shook his head. And then the boys started off again. Cináed sighed and then cringed in pain before running after them again. “Kenneth, just don’t bother.” Zosimos said, his limbs aching. Rest was out of the question, once they slept or took a nap it would be impossible to run anymore. “WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK MY NAME IS KENNETH???!!” “Well… maybe because it is.” Michael said a strange ‘what the hell’ look on his face. “Well it’s not. Did you not hear me say my name was Cináed?” “You just said Kenneth.” “Did not.” “Did to.” “Did not. Oh what the hell just call me Kent.” “Alright, Kent. I’m Michael” “Zosimos. Just call me Zos. Now get lost, you’re no help.” “Well I beg to differ.” “Oh?” Michael said with a raise eyebrow. “I’m listening.” Zosimos said and they all stopped running. |
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