Free Dragon Frost by Kelvia-Lee Johnson Page A

their
silver battle suited uniforms covered the individual from head to
toe but they were still advanced and strong but not as strong as
the Nefaliem or Nephilim. They were a hundred times stronger than
the humans, this was both male and female and the men were the ones
I had to fight beside.
    At the
time, I preferred for Altair or Dante to take that mission but I
didn’t have any other choice the Nefaliem Order, our worlds Order
made it final and I couldn’t go against our planet’s Council. They
were the ones that practically ran our world from the smallest
trade to the largest or most prominent laws. There were people
voted into the Royal Court but the Council hands over its titles to
its descendants. There were other ways for people to become a
council member by either being granted the title by a member of the
royal family or being bestowed the title from a previous council
member who doesn’t have any descendants and is either on the verge
of death or insists on retiring.
    “ You take
the right, I’ve got the left.” said Kurtz. His silver armour was
differentiated by the red dragon printed on his chest above his
family crest. I turned and moved down the opposite side of the bend
where we sat —waiting on the mountain side. The valley below at the
time had the Galatin General a mercenary group that works beside
the Covenant but they aren’t exactly a part of the Covenant they
were their backbone. They protected the Covenant from
assassinations. I was attacked from behind and defeated the large
man by using my shield as a weapon. The metal of our world was
tougher than steel and did triple the damage.
     
    The
darkness manages to hide my form enough so that I easily land on
the tiles of the roof where I slip through the trap door under the
large bell in the bell tower and enter the church. I am surprised
that they didn’t think to put anyone up there. I don’t linger on it
and slip through and down the step ladders. There’s no movement. I
know that I’ll have to be careful from here on. I move along the
wooden floorboards that creak gently under my feet. I slip behind a
large wooden pillar, I wait five seconds, slowly counting it in my
head before I move through the rest of the upper part of the church
where the marble and stone slowly begins to show as I further move
down the church. I hide here and there from the guards that stand
and watch the grounds carefully willingly to do their duty. I
manage to finally make my way to the ground level, sticking to the
shadows as much as I could. I hear voices. “I heard a Knight’s in
town.” remarks a woman.
    “ No need
to be worried about him, will skin him alive the moment he steps
foot on these grounds.” says the other woman and I roll my eyes
under my faceplate.  They are really dense.
    “ Maybe we
can have some fun first?” teases the other woman and I slip past
them and make my way towards the achieve room. Closing the heavy
door behind me carefully, I observe the piles of scrolls and books
that are stacked in the massive ceiling high bookshelves. I move
towards the light where a kerosene lamp sits on a desk with
scattered papers spaced all over the table, an ink pod is confined
to the feather quill where I regard what is inscribed on the
parchment.
    Drawings
of men and women with several arms and legs there are pentagrams
sketched upon the torso of the men and on the legs of women. I know
from the layout of these documents that the plan isn’t good.
Hearing the door open—I just entered—I slip around a piece of
armour. The statue stands tall and lifeless where I listen to the
oncoming footsteps of two men. “Do you think this will work?” asks
a man from where I see through the arm of the armored knight. There
are two men, one with a long white beard the other has no hair but
still appears to be old just like the other. The clothes they were
resemble that of Priests.
    “ Don’t
worry my friend, it will work. I’ll make sure of it.”
    “