Part III
“It is my duty to fend for the status quo,” The Warden raises his chin as if his statement is not to be tested. The bowtie that sinks into the folds of his neck makes his head look bigger than it actually is.
“Not your duty to abduct her,” The Voice is keen to the point.
“I didn’t abduct her. I explained it when I brought her in,” he protests.
“Explained? You sent her a riddle.” The Voice says.
“I am doing it for the Kingdom of AohhoA. If she goes back and they find her, AohhoA will be ruined. Things won’t be the same!” The Warden begins to sound defiant.
“Do not forget that things are not the same, when you violated the rules to access the Apogee Course. You brought Alexandra Sasha Ears here and held her against her will. You’ve changed the value that AohhoA stands for.” the Voice is adamant.
“You can’t be angry with me because I didn’t tell you. I was protecting you,” the Warden softens his tone, “Prince Oriano, you are only safe when that girl is kept here. I am doing what’s best for your safety.”
“My safety is not your concern nor is it your duty as the head of the Timekeepers. Go now and guard the stability of the residents. The Ashendrons are penetrating the Floating Palace. I need to concentrate my energy.” Prince Oriano finally emerges from behind the curtain.
Warden Gerkolli gasps with a screechy outcry, “What has happened to you?”
The Prince looks like an apparition, his humanly features are only half visible and his arms appear as if they have been torn off and pressed into the walls. He is evidently losing strength.
“I have divided myself. I’ve released my astral form to be with Sasha. I will have her back to her world,” the Prince replies. The tone makes it clear that there is no room for negotiation.
“How are you fighting off the Ashendrons when you are diverting your power? This is too much of a risk!” The Warden is squealing, his round body rolled back and forth as he expands.
“Risk or not, my life is promised to her already.”
“Your promise will damn us all!” As if his anger has imploded, the Warden dissipates in an instant. When he reappears; he has transformed into the form of a music note.
Out of the window he flies, reasserting himself among his awaiting fellow Timekeepers.
It seems that no one hears the Warden mutter under his breath, “If we can’t do with enticement, we will do with fear.”
“Not your duty to abduct her,” The Voice is keen to the point.
“I didn’t abduct her. I explained it when I brought her in,” he protests.
“Explained? You sent her a riddle.” The Voice says.
“I am doing it for the Kingdom of AohhoA. If she goes back and they find her, AohhoA will be ruined. Things won’t be the same!” The Warden begins to sound defiant.
“Do not forget that things are not the same, when you violated the rules to access the Apogee Course. You brought Alexandra Sasha Ears here and held her against her will. You’ve changed the value that AohhoA stands for.” the Voice is adamant.
“You can’t be angry with me because I didn’t tell you. I was protecting you,” the Warden softens his tone, “Prince Oriano, you are only safe when that girl is kept here. I am doing what’s best for your safety.”
“My safety is not your concern nor is it your duty as the head of the Timekeepers. Go now and guard the stability of the residents. The Ashendrons are penetrating the Floating Palace. I need to concentrate my energy.” Prince Oriano finally emerges from behind the curtain.
Warden Gerkolli gasps with a screechy outcry, “What has happened to you?”
The Prince looks like an apparition, his humanly features are only half visible and his arms appear as if they have been torn off and pressed into the walls. He is evidently losing strength.
“I have divided myself. I’ve released my astral form to be with Sasha. I will have her back to her world,” the Prince replies. The tone makes it clear that there is no room for negotiation.
“How are you fighting off the Ashendrons when you are diverting your power? This is too much of a risk!” The Warden is squealing, his round body rolled back and forth as he expands.
“Risk or not, my life is promised to her already.”
“Your promise will damn us all!” As if his anger has imploded, the Warden dissipates in an instant. When he reappears; he has transformed into the form of a music note.
Out of the window he flies, reasserting himself among his awaiting fellow Timekeepers.
It seems that no one hears the Warden mutter under his breath, “If we can’t do with enticement, we will do with fear.”
