09-20-2013, 09:25 AM
It had been three days since he had met the Atharim woman, and Michael had not spent his time idle. He was now determined more than ever to survive.
Survival was his foremost objective at the moment. As much as he wanted to lash out at the Atharim, the odds were far too grim to even contemplate striking at them. Besides, he knew woefully little about their strength and capabilities. He could wait, watch and learn.
His foray to the Markets, however, was one of a more trivial nature. For some reason, Tony wanted him to buy some black fabric. The man was certainly active, Michael had hardly seen him the past month. He had no doubt Tony was keeping his business a secret, which did not bother him. He would find out eventually if it was anything important.
Michael would have told Tony to do it himself, but he had made progress on his newly discovered use of the power. He did not know exactly how to explain, but it was a type of Warding he guessed - using what he knew from magic throughout history, it sounded about right - and he wanted to try it out.
The Markets were crowded, but filled with the power and spinning threads like a spider-web, he could close his eyes and count each individual. He still couldn't spread the net further than perhaps ten meters, but for now that was all he needed to identify an attacker. He still did not know how it worked, only that he could pick up abnormalities like weapons or even the use of the Power - although when Tony had seized the power to test it, Michael was left with a splitting headache for hours afterwards.
He spotted a stall which sold all kinds of fabrics and made his way towards it. There was a line formed through the crowd and Michael settled at the back, content wait, mind focused on the power flowing through his veins.
Survival was his foremost objective at the moment. As much as he wanted to lash out at the Atharim, the odds were far too grim to even contemplate striking at them. Besides, he knew woefully little about their strength and capabilities. He could wait, watch and learn.
His foray to the Markets, however, was one of a more trivial nature. For some reason, Tony wanted him to buy some black fabric. The man was certainly active, Michael had hardly seen him the past month. He had no doubt Tony was keeping his business a secret, which did not bother him. He would find out eventually if it was anything important.
Michael would have told Tony to do it himself, but he had made progress on his newly discovered use of the power. He did not know exactly how to explain, but it was a type of Warding he guessed - using what he knew from magic throughout history, it sounded about right - and he wanted to try it out.
The Markets were crowded, but filled with the power and spinning threads like a spider-web, he could close his eyes and count each individual. He still couldn't spread the net further than perhaps ten meters, but for now that was all he needed to identify an attacker. He still did not know how it worked, only that he could pick up abnormalities like weapons or even the use of the Power - although when Tony had seized the power to test it, Michael was left with a splitting headache for hours afterwards.
He spotted a stall which sold all kinds of fabrics and made his way towards it. There was a line formed through the crowd and Michael settled at the back, content wait, mind focused on the power flowing through his veins.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."