CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED-ONE
“We will do everything in our power, but there are areas we cannot help,” Abi said.
Nyx hissed a word that Nelson thought might be “Catholic.”
“We are not completely sure what we will face,” Abi finished her statement.
“You must pick a female,” Nyx said. “Human. Only a human can open this hoard. Only you with female support.”
“Why?” Nelson asked.
“We will share this when our group is formed,” Nyx said. “Committed. And we have agreement among all parties.”
“I need to think,” Nelson said. “I need to find my warrior. And…”
Nelson sighed and shook his head. He turned to Heather.
“In his current condition, will my father be able to help?” Nelson asked.
“I’m sorry, no,” Heather said.
“Can I access to his records?” Nelson asked. “Computer. Files. Books.”
“Of course,” Nyx said.
“Do any of you know where this mystical hoard is located?” Nelson asked.
“No,” Nyx said. “But we will find it. We have the ability to find it now. We are unable to do it.”
“Why not?” Nelson asked.
“When you are ready, we will be ready,” Nyx said. “Are you ready?”
Nelson didn’t say anything for a long moment. He shook his head.
“We will give you time to think,” Nyx said.
“Not much time,” Heather said.
“Every moment we linger, we risk destruction,” Nyx said.
“Destruction?” Nelson asked.
“Of the sun,” Hecate said at the same time Heather said, “Everything.”
“We are trying to say that we must act soon,” Abi said.
“The object that has polluted your father,” Heather said.
“We will explain everything when our group is formed and committed,” Nyx said.
Sighing, Nelson nodded. He looked around the room. When he looked back at Nyx, she reached out to touch him.
The next thing he knew, it was morning and he was late to work. He was in the shower before he remembered his weird visitation last night. He was walking out of the carriage house when he saw Heather standing at the end of the path.
“Did that really happen?” Nelson asked.
“What?” Heather asked.
“Quest for the Templar treasure,” Nelson said. He leaned toward her, “Nyx.”
“Yes,” Heather said. “We need to open the hoard.”
“How much time do we have?” Nelson asked.
“Time,” Heather shrugged. “Less than we want, more than we need.”
“That’s clear,” Nelson said.
“Nothing happens unless you agree to go,” Heather said. “So think fast. At the very least, your father’s life depends on it.”
Nelson gave Heather a nod and walked to the bus stop. When he turned to look for her, she was gone. Shaking his head, he got on the Colfax 15 and headed to work.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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