House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)
Chapter 84 (Clare)
He walked away, joining the others in training. She carried on passing a place which she presumed was a hall, and moved further down into a large lounge area with beige couches. She continued towards a door, still following the voices.
She opened it, barging into an office room, with a round wooden table, and chairs. Around it was people scattered talking and laughing, everybody in the room just looked at her, blankly. A girl whom she recognized, stood up, walked up to her and extended her hand.
“Hi, nice to meet you too, I’m Natarsha, call me Tash”
Clare overwhelmed by the room full of people, “Oh.”
She looked at the girl, not knowing what else to say, luckily Nathan intervened, hugging her, “Hey sleeping beauty has finally woke up.”
She hugged him back, speaking softly, “You’re ok, did you see Calub?”
A young man stood up from behind a chair, he was tall, like way tall, with dark brown straight hair that was gelled in a messy style that enhanced his dark green eyes. He wore a white uniform like the others she saw, he smiled showing off his perfectly straight teeth, “Who me?”
Clare tilted her head, her eyes widened with excitement, “Calub?”
She bumped Tash, “OW, where're your manners.”
She ignored her, and walked around the table towards him, “Is it really you? You're all grown up.”
She squeezed him tightly, holding him around the waist, getting a good look at him, “Ouch, are you trying to kill me.”
kissing his cheeks, “Sorry, are you ok, gosh I missed you so much, I thought you were dead, or worse, being tortured
She wanted to cry, he looked so big, it had been years since she'd last seen him. He was a little boy, now he was taller than her, “Bow to that, I missed you too sis, but you know I was never kidnapped, right?”
the floor, planets away. She looked around the room, there were
Calub just said, her eyes darted on Nathan, who held a smile, “What's going on, why were we, almost
sat down on a chair, “Yesterday? You mean two
the room, “Clare, come with me.” her
told Clare that there was no negotiating. She followed the woman towards the lounge area, “I see you know that your brother is
going on, did you hear
other in the lounge. A man came in with a plate of food, it was macaroni and cheese. He left it in front of her and sat down next to the lady, who spoke, “You should
looked at the man, “What exactly is this place,
he had
of food, she started eating. She was so starved, and to be honest the moment she heard Draiken, she felt relieved, “How are you related to my
each other, the woman smiled, “Franchesca's my
that,” Wesley asked, his tone gentle. Nerves raked her body’ her guard going up. A hand touched her shoulder. She looked to
in 1047, a woman named, Areana Legionnaire founded the first group of legions- A group of Lightwatchers whose abilities exceeded far beyond the others. When they ascended their abilities were multiplied, and they received a gift, called legacies.” Sofia continued, “As legions, we are trained in ancient angelic skills, in Elvan and Naturah magic, as well as human
their jobs are mainly to handle disputes amongst the realms and peace treaties, allowing descendants to live among the deceptors. We do the killing, the dirty work, some of
of food, “Another history lesson,
Nathan was young, Lightwatchers started dying by the dozens, so we took help from the Asguardians. They sent their own to stay in some of our faculties, and even the HOL’s, but the deaths continued. A war amongst the
be
“He attacked me, I fought back, but I was drugged with ichor. Too
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