In the beginning there was Mandriscoe…. And with loud peels of thunder and lightning a voice speaks in incoherent and frantic pace “we each have account”.
The fact of the matter is that I do not mean to be anymore sacrilegious than they mean to be religious. My mind centers back to the medial task at hand.
Catching and questioning… My mind tries to keep pace with the activities around me. A strong feeling of dislike and annoyance mixed with the murmurs of people around that are not close enough to hear me mutter under my breath. Witches, the way I feel towards them and others of this type makes standing in line a difficult task. Seeing a empty terminal and no one to challenge it seems like to much of a gift. I take it anyway. Passing the temptation to withdraw more than I need, I feel the heat from glares and curses. Boredom
My off and on again powers can sense more than a few people near me. So my urge to flash money is tempting. Limited income and attitude are poor mixtures, but fit when needed. Instead I gesture towards my back. Addenmum: I have Excalibur. As I make a swift motion towards the hilt. My motion is interrupted by loud horns. Looking in the distance and seeing no one I change pace to avoid a scene. Witches
How do I possess the “Excalibur” maybe the same way I carried “Mjilnor “. Or is it that I am the “Erect son”. This and many other question will be answered in due time.