Today’s Writing

“Dr. Jones.” Sara turned to face Ryan. “I’m going to go with Thomas to the airport and get us passage on a charter flight. Keep an eye on Daren and Damio, will you?” After he nodded to her she turned to Thomas. “Shall we go?”

“After I finish with the dirt we can go.” Thomas put the last few shovels of dirt on top of Andali’s grave. “I don’t know the customs of your people, but I hope that you find your place among your ancestors.” He turned and walked over to Sara. “I run fastest in wolf form. I assume you can keep up?”

“I sure hope so.” Sara replied. Thomas turned into a wolf and they were off.

– – –

“Andali has died.”

“Are you sure Octavianus?”

“Yes, Hulda, I’m certain.” Octavianus turned and slowly sat in the driver’s seat of his car. “We set it up so that the other would know if one of the two of us died. I also know who did it.” The car of the red convertible closed and he drove off. Careful to be on the right side of the road, he wasn’t used to driving in America, and he didn’t think that he ever would be.

“I wonder where he’s going.” Hulda thought aloud.

An hour later Octavianus’ bluetooth went off in his car. Looking at the caller id he saw that Hulda had decided to call him. Reluctantly he hit the answer button on the steering wheel. “Moshi moshi.”

“Why do you always answer the phone in a different language? Just answer in the Guardians’ default language; English.” Hulda was German, but English is a Germanic language so it didn’t bother her as much as Japanese. “I know that you want to avenge Andali’s death, but he doesn’t have a successor so you should probably focus on that. As the person who brought him in to take an open seat it’s your responsibility to replace him, or at least help.”

“I know, and I wasn’t going to go try to kill Andali’s killer. I know better than to do that.” Octavianus took a right turn, and started heading for Oregon. “I’m planning on finding a way to get an Herbalist on the council.”

“An Herbalist is not a supernatural being. They are similar to witches or warlocks, but they don’t have any real abilities.” Hulda had this conversation with Octavianus on several occasions. “Let it go.”

Octavianus had to swerve to miss a cat. “You think that will stand if the Herbalist is the widow of Derik Medakus?”

“You have my support, and that’s normally all you would need, but for this you will need the support of more of the Guardians. At least five more so we can put it to the vote.”

“I know, and I was hoping that you would be the one to talk with them about it while I’m gone. It may take a few days for me to convince Sharon to come back with me.”

Hulda sighed. “Very well, I’ll talk to everyone while you’re gone.” There was a click as she hung up the phone.

Good. While she’s doing that I’ll do my best to get Sharon to join us. We will need to move the headquarters from Maine to Oregon, but that wouldn’t be much of a problem. He knew that most of the council members wanted a change of scenery.