Chapter 11: Of Princes and Lost Keys I
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*Rinzen's Thoughts*
//Anyone Else's Thoughts//
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'
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"BAH!!!!" Marcia almost dropped her cup of tea she'd been served in the lull of silence. The tinkling of china was the only sound as the sheriff and Zen faced off silently. Only for the man's loud guffaw of laughter that shook the room, at least she hadn't spilled her tea, going by the other three, who were equally surprised, their clothes and the table were drenched in remnants of tea. "Hahahahhahaha...hahahahahahahaha....hahahahahahahahah....." Marcia raised a brow and waited for the man, as he devolved into a coughing fit that had Rosalia handing the man a glass of water. "Ah just what I wanted to hear my boy", he stressed the last word, "Come", he said and stood up, startling almost all of them, the siblings rushed to stand and his wife sat rigidly. "You can't be serious", she hissed shocked. Ignoring her the man reached for his son, grabbed h
Chapter 12:Of Princes and Lost Keys IIKey for this chapter:________________________*Rinzen's Thoughts* 
Marcia crouched down and cradled Zen into her arms, her frantic heartbeat played a staccato inside her rib-cage, playing an additional game of knick-knack paddywhack to an old nursery rhyme that had her convulsively swallow the saliva stuck in her throat, allowing her Ascendant gift to spring forth she encompassed them both in an aura of golden light.“Hey!”Marcia felt rather than saw someone reach for her, only to be pulled away and she knew almost instinctively that John, her charge’s father would keep them at bay. Allowing the healing light to encompass the boy she winced at the absolute pain she could feel coming from the boy, the old injuries she ignored, the still healing injuries she brushed up against, recording them for later, right now it was imperative she heal, the ruptured blood vessels
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Rinzen really hoped he awoke to his magic tonight, being the son of reputed warlocks and having no magic was starting to be embarrassing. The bullying just kept getting worse—not that Rinzen couldn't protect himself, having trained in several forms of martial arts, swordplay and guns, and tactical warfare, he was better than most magicks who relied solely on their magic to protect themselves, but it was still lonely more often than not being cast aside as 'different'. Jackson the son of his most loved mentor and favored professor Deputy Alex Vaughn, had changed after he's awoken, the same as his father a wizard, and a complete and total nutcase. Though the idiot has yet to land a hit; the pompous prick genuinely believed he was the best thing since sliced bread. Turning back to the clock, he sighed and sat up, ten minutes to The Witching Hour, he decided if he was going to present himself in front of his parents, it would be better if he
"Ow…" he winced feeling everything hurt. "My sentiments exactly", a whispered groan reached him, before a piercing shriek shocked him and the other person into action, they stood up quickly and turned, only to stop short to see a young woman, short as all hell get out, clutching her towel-clad body with one hand, and the other gripping her own envelope and letter tightly. She was Asian by descent probably Chinese or Japanese or Korean, who knew? Her hair fell as if mimicking a curtain, shielding her skyclad tiny figure from further perusal, she shivered weakly, eyeing them both warily. Rinzen moved before he registered what he was doing, shrugging off his jacket, he draped it over her shoulders and she looked up and nodded gratefully. His companion cursed and quickly unwrapped the thick woolen scarf around his neck, and handed it to her, and "You can use it as a scarf or a skirt", he explaine
Rinzen turned, hand automatically going to his side and wincing as he recalled he didn't have a weapon on him, The Japanese had copied him, and at least three out of the remaining had moved into a defensive stance. "Good reflexes", the newcomer continued walking down a narrow staircase, Rinzen hadn't earlier noticed, which irritated him, he was known for his observation skills. Having a father as a leader of the Venerers—The Supernatural Police, that looked after their sanctuary and maintained discipline and order between the Humans and Magicks, it was vexing to not notice a hidden staircase. "Who are you?" he demanded, pushing both Scarfy and Red behind him. Ignoring him, the person walked into the room, stopping a few paces away from him and the other six behind him. He was tall, well shorter than Rinzen and Scarfy, but he clearly towered over the others. He was built slightly more muscular
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