CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-EIGHT
“Hecate!” Ms. Palio, the principal of the Marlowe School, said as she walked around the corner. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“Auntie,” Hecate said. “How lovely to see you!”
The two Titans hugged. Ms. Palio was the sister of Hecate’s mother Asteria, who was currently trapped in the form of Cleo the cat.
Ms. Palio looked at Katy.
“What are you up to young lady?” Ms. Palio asked Katy.
Still unsure, Paddie stayed in front of Katy.
“Why?” Paddie asked defiantly.
“That’s the Sword of Truth, isn’t it?” Ms. Palio asked.
The principal gestured to what looked like a wooden sword on a belt at Paddie’s side.
“What if it is?” Paddie asked. He stuck his chin out defiantly.
“They are so cute,” Hecate said.
Ms. Palio grinned and nodded before turning to look at Hecate.
“Why are you here, niece?” Ms. Palio asked.
“I was instructed to keep an eye on Katy,” Hecate said.
“Why me?” Katy asked. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Uh-huh,” Hecate said with a grin. “Katy gets bored. She decides that she and her friend should have an adventure which leave her and the boy are vulnerable to be pulled into conflicts for the swords.”
“What?” Paddie asked, doing his best to look offended. “When did we ever?”
“Fairy war?” Hecate asked. “Remember when the fairies were trying to steal the Sword of Truth? How about the time you were in the middle of a big fairy fight when Katy’s mom was having her twins? That’s not to mention all of the bs with the Templars. . .”
“Oh, Gods, is that heating up again?” Ms. Palio shook her head. “Are the Templars back?”
“Our friend is trying to end them,” Katy said, mustering all of her courage to talk back to an adult she didn’t know well. “He’s the last Grand Master.”
“Guy Semaines,” Hecate said.
“The prophesy,” Ms. Palio said.
“His name is Nelson Weeks,” Paddie said. Shaking his head, he said, “You’ve got it all wrong. We’re not doing anything and. . .”
Two apparition’s men appeared in the middle of the playground. Their vapor bodies wore the historic costumes of the Templars. Their clothing was covered in splatters of blood and mud. Playing children ran right through the men. The men were clearly looking for someone.
“Shit,” Hecate said.
Hecate snapped her fingers. She was wearing complete modern body armor.
“Nice,” Ms. Palio said. “Where’d you get that?”
“It’s who you know, Auntie,” Hecate said with a laugh.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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