08-19-2020, 05:10 PM
Meeting the Atharim channeler had been exciting and lackluster once Allan got past his initial reaction. Much of polish had worn off when the Ascendancy had questioned his motives for wanting to join them in the tunnels. And doubts crept in. But the awe of the world unknown still pulled at Allan. He eagerly awaited the meeting with his leader later that evening.
Still in uniform Allan made his way to the Ascendancy's private chambers. No time had been given and Allan would wait as long as necessary for the man to allow him entrance into his private affairs. There were rumors of his relationship with the US Congresswoman, and now that they were separated by oceans those rumors had not ceased only changed in directions. Allan held no stock in those rumors anymore than he had with others around the compound. But he had listened none-the-less.
Allan wondered about the book or knowledge on offer. Where did the Ascendancy get it? How did he know about the Atharim? Why did he put so much stock in the boy who could channel, when he could obviously end the man's life with just as much ease. Trust was not something to be given lightly. He was a proclaimed enemy of channelers -- yet he was one. The dichotomy was deafening in Allan's ears. How could he do both? Be both?
Allan knocked on the entryway door and waited for his mentor to answer. There might be just a handing over of the book or a long night full of conversation. With the Ascendancy, Allan never knew. But no matter what it was a joy to spend the time with the man. So much better than his own father.
Still in uniform Allan made his way to the Ascendancy's private chambers. No time had been given and Allan would wait as long as necessary for the man to allow him entrance into his private affairs. There were rumors of his relationship with the US Congresswoman, and now that they were separated by oceans those rumors had not ceased only changed in directions. Allan held no stock in those rumors anymore than he had with others around the compound. But he had listened none-the-less.
Allan wondered about the book or knowledge on offer. Where did the Ascendancy get it? How did he know about the Atharim? Why did he put so much stock in the boy who could channel, when he could obviously end the man's life with just as much ease. Trust was not something to be given lightly. He was a proclaimed enemy of channelers -- yet he was one. The dichotomy was deafening in Allan's ears. How could he do both? Be both?
Allan knocked on the entryway door and waited for his mentor to answer. There might be just a handing over of the book or a long night full of conversation. With the Ascendancy, Allan never knew. But no matter what it was a joy to spend the time with the man. So much better than his own father.