Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Newest player In the Game ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Okay, Okay, I admit it. I dream of owning all of the Ronins, running around my home in jeans. Warlords too. No shirts. But I don't so they can't and my bubble bursts again(sigh). Let me keep my dreams and twisted ideas, along with my very very very small paycheck. PLEASE?

 

Purgatory

 

Looking at her impassively, he wondered at her calm face. How can she be so calm when she has failed so greatly? Cyren stood before him waiting, her eyes flashing with impatience. She had come to him asking for help, needing assistance and advice as to how to solve her `little problem' as she had put it.

 

Little problem, oh yeah , right.

 

Micah sighed. Somehow he knew this would come back on his head, but what was he to do? Defy the Creators own word? Never had he ever seen so much unrest in this of all places. Here in final peace, those who had been chosen to come here were, well, they were rebelling. Over one man. The same one, who if Cyren was to be beloved, and he did believe her, slaughtered one of her guards and accompanied two others out of judgment.

 

Anubis. One name, one man, one huge problem. Problem consisting of the fact that it was by the Creators own will that he had been sent to purgatory. That the one known as the Ancient One was questioning this order, saying that when he had become the bearer of the Ancient staff he had been told that all he declared was as if it had come from the very mouth of the Heavenly One. That he had promised absolution to the sinner Anubis if he could meet all of the requirements. He did and even went above and beyond the call of duty. The Ancient One asked if his words and promises were so much hot air. That hadn't gone over well at all. Then the whole ancestral line of this holy tribe began demanding this man's release. The Creator refused. Now it seemed that this being had left from a divine place of judgment, without permission, and the Guardian of that place was standing here asking for help retrieving this man and his companions AND demanding that the only fitting punishment for these escapees was permanent residency in her realm.

 

And the Creator had agreed. Lovely. Just lovely.

 

Unlike others of his kind that did not feel human emotions, Micah was fully able to experience them. Right now he was feeling a little flippant and cynical. Irony colored his thoughts at the moment as he thought of how this was going `hit the fan' as humans put it. If word got out that Anubis was free of his `lessons' then there would be no doubt that some form of resistance to his recapture and subsequent imprisonment would occur by those who had sworn to follow the Creators every order. But if he didn't pass on the word then when the time came for Anubis's release and he was not allowed to leave there really would be…(he smirked at the thought) hell to pay.

 

Cyren cleared her throat catching his wandering attention. Once again studying her Micah thoughts centered on his main object right now: getting the three escapees back. Mentally choosing the hunters he nodded to her. Beckoning with his hand he turned to go somewhere more suitable to discuss their plans. `No, when this gets out, circumstances will really become difficult, for a lot of things, let alone to hunt. Best to keep it quite for now, until I can speak with the Father in person. Time really is running out.'

 

 

 

A/N: YIPES! Even the Almighty One thinks Anubis was rather nasty. What next? Mia turn bad? Is Yulie dead? (nope, sorry, Yulie haters, not going to die in this fic. By the way why do you hate him so badly??? He's a little KID! Yeah, he's annoyinog, useless brat, but he's A KID!! Sheesh. Opps, sorry, getting of my soap box now.) And what pray tell will Kyra think of all of this??? Or the Other Warlords? Not a comforting thought for them, eh? Stay tuned! Who knows what I will do next.

Something else to chew on. Everything happens for a reason.