BIONI-LORDS BOOK 3: KAKO PREVIEW 2
“Must you always tag along like a lost puppy?” Zempyst sighed, not even bothering to look over her shoulder.
“Come on, Sparky, you love the attention!” Aile said, following just behind her. “Besides, your island is right on the way.”
“No, it really isn’t,” Zempyst argued. “Honestly Aile, I thought you’d calm down at least a little bit after eighty years.”
“If I calmed down, I wouldn’t as fun,” Aile chuckled.
The two Element-Lords entered Mutant-Isle’s Battlefield, and inside they found three people waiting for them. The first you are familiar with, and have probably guessed—Norscu, the First Rahaga-Lord, who had called this meeting. The second you may remember—a tall woman with long blonde hair, tied into a ponytail, and wearing a plain yellow dress—Avanda, the First Light-Lord, at this point retired from her position and married to Norscu. The third, however, is a stranger to you, reader—a large, muscular man covered in battle scars and surrounded by a pleasant, friendly air, largely due to the seemingly immortal smile that crossed his face. He had thin brown hair on the top of his head and wide eyes that seemed to be hazel with a tinge of red or pink, and he wore blue jeans, a medium gray t-shirt, and bands of dark brown metal around his wrists. This stranger is Vitirus, the First Stone-Lord, also retired at this point and electing to live on Mutant-Isle, for Norscu and Avanda were his best friends, and he wished for nothing more than to be surrounded by good friends.
“Norscu, and his retired sidekicks!” Aile greeted, waving her hand like an excited child. “What’s new?”
“That’s what I asked you here to discuss,” Norscu said. “Although apparently you two are the only ones who could show up…”
“Add one,” called a voice as another woman entered the Battlefield. This woman sported rather long, light brown hair that reached straight down her back, and bright green eyes that seemed to have a hint of blue in them. She was dressed in a pink blouse and a skirt of identical design, and she seemed to eye everything—and everyone—with a keen, observant look that seemed to thinly disguise a deep understanding of whatever it fell upon.
Psionic-Lord Cerveau turned this gaze on Norscu as she chided, “So impatient, Norscu, so impatient! Avanda, haven’t you fixed that yet?”
“Believe me, I’ve tried,” Avanda said, harmless annoyance at the heart of her voice, “but Vitirus has undermined all of my efforts.”
Vitirus’s undying smile widened as he said, “Oh come, we’re here to discuss business!”
“Business you’re no longer a part of, old friend,” Zempyst said.
“Ah, Zempyst, your bolts still sting,” Vitirus said, though his tone prevented the statement from conveying any genuine sense of injury. “And Cerveau—you’ve changed your appearance again? Why change when you were already so beautiful?”
“We’ve already been through this, Vit, and I know you remember,” Cerveau said, lightly tapping her own forehead. “All it takes is a telepathic touch.”
“I love reunions,” said Aile, with a sigh of nostalgia. “Anywho, Norscu, what’s so important we had to meet face-to-face?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on some special youths, and I don’t want certain people knowing,” Norscu said, casting a quick glance around the room. “They’re already in conflict with the Shadow Consortium, and I don’t want to make it worse.”
Zempyst’s eyes almost doubled in size as she responded, “Kids? Going up against the Shadow Consortium? Wait, just for clarity: they’re still alive, right?”
“Why else would I say ‘special youths’?” Norscu said with a dismissive shrug. “…Well…one does have a King Bohrok…”
“A REAL King Bohrok?” Cerveau asked, her look of knowledge temporarily giving way to surprise. “The sentient kind? Fascinating…I thought it was time for a war, but I didn’t have conclusive research. What island are they on?”
“Oh, they’ll reach you soon enough and you can examine them then,” Aile said, waving her hand to express her disinterest. “You know, I’m sick of this repetitive cycle of wars. We need one big King Bohrok cage match to wrap it all up! I could sell tickets to something like that!”
“I think the Shadow Consortium issue is more pressing,” Zempyst said, not surprised that Aile hadn’t taken something serious from Norscu’s revelation. “They’re under constant watch, I’m sure?”
“They’re safe,” Avanda assured. “The Shadow Consortium won’t do anything too extreme anytime soon.”
“So this is a heads-up,” Cerveau said. Her gaze seemed to lose a bit of intensity, as if she were taking mental notes, as she continued, “Watch for these children—I assume we’ll know them when we see them?—and take care of them. Suppress Shadow Consortium activity, keep them away from the children. King Bohrok…what’s our strategy for this cycle? Lockdown or encouragement?”
“I’m not going to encourage a kid to fight a King Bohrok,” Zempyst stated adamantly. “They’re some of the most dangerous entities we know about, especially that freak King of Kohrak…”
“I think the King of Tahnok is more intense,” Aile said. “Mainly cause he’s sane. But you know who I like? The King of Gahlok. He is SO nice! I could hardly believe he was a King! Is he the one this kid has?”
“No, he isn’t,” Vitirus said. “It’s the King of Pahrak.”
“Aw…I have to put up with that arrogance?” Aile whined. “I would’ve settled for the King of Lehvak…heck, the King of Nuhvok wouldn’t even be that bad…”
“Okay, but…our strategy?” Cerveau asked eagerly.
“…Neutral,” Norscu said, with a thoughtful quietness. “Don’t seek out more King Bohrok, but if one appears, let them fight the King of Pahrak.”
Zempyst gave him an irritated look, and he added, “But don’t let them kill the children! I mean, come on—that goes without saying.”
“An excellent chance to observe,” Cerveau said, with a voice that had a quality similar to laughter. Her excitement then faded, however, as she added, “…Providing more King Bohrok appear on Ce-Isle, of course. I wonder if they’d be up for some questions…”
“The King of Gahlok will be,” Aile said. “I hope I get to see him before the cycle ends…”
“…Anything else?” Zempyst asked, though her trademark impatience was surprisingly absent.
“Well…I’ve been sensing something,” Norscu said. “I’m not sure, but I think some Legendary Spirits are hanging around. And since Les Quatre Fréres de Lame are gathering, I doubt they’re the friendly kind…”
Complete the cycle.
Coming Soon.
