Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty: Wisdom from the past
Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-one: Lives inside of you (one)

Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty: Wisdom from the past (part six)


(part six)

Saturday afternoon—5:35 p.m.

Standing on the edge of the meadow at City Park, Nelson looked at Blane. When Blane nodded, Nelson swallowed hard.

This was the moment he would truly step into the role of being the Grandmaster of the Templars.

He was very nervous. Terrified, if he was perfectly honest.

“Do you think they’ll come?” Nelson whispered to Blane.

“Who?” Tres asked.

Nelson turned to see Tres.

“Oh my God,” Nelson hugged Tres. “I am so glad to see you.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, brother,” Tres said in French.

“Are we hugging now?” Perses’s distinctive voice came from near them. “Don’t hug. Makes you look weak."

Tres and Nelson separated to see Perses point at them.

“Never hug,” Perses said.

“You’re such an asshole,” Hecate said, appearing out of nowhere.

“Hecate!” Nelson said, excitedly. “You’re here.”

“I am,” Hecate said. “I’m trying to ‘learn something.’”

Nelson grinned at her.

“You may hug me,” Hecate said.

Nelson took her up on the offer. Mari and Otis appeared next to them.

“Why are you hugging?” Otis asked. “Don’t hug. Makes you look weak.”

“That’s what I said,” Perses laughed.

Blane touched Nelson and pointed.

“They are waiting for you,” Blane said.

“I. . .” Nelson said.

“Let’s just get this done,” Perses said.

“Want to do some killing?” Hecate asked her father.

“Desperately,” Perses said.

Laughing, they walked toward the group of surviving Templars. The visitors from France were sitting in a circle in chairs set six feet apart. They had nearly reached the circle where there was a “whooshing” sound.

“Sorry,” Hedone said. She wore her golden shimmering outfit that she usually wore to court. “Wyn didn’t want me to leave.”

Tres kissed her cheek, and she smiled at him. She hugged Nelson and kissed his cheek. With her kiss, Nelson felt like he could actually do this thing.

“I wondered where you were,” Hecate said.

“He’s a little Greek God,” Blane said with a smile.

“No,” Nelson said. “He’s our boy — human and God.”

“I like that,” Hedone said.

Nelson grinned at her. Hedone linked her arm through his elbow. Blane put his arm around Nelson.

Together, they continued into meadows to deal with the last of the Templars.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday...


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