![]() ![]() There is a paradox carved within his growing nose, and you won’t be free until we know how to harness that paradox. “Yes, I have your creation, and he will be executed if you don’t tell us every detail about how your spell works. “A puppet?”įiguring it was safer to play tough, Hearken didn’t let her downplay the creature’s importance. ![]() ![]() “Seriously?” Her incredulity made Hearken feel sick. Her expression was flat, her eyes said nothing but that she was extremely unimpressed. ![]() At her surprise, Hearken felt all his anxiety fall away. Superior officers, foreign leaders-and now fairies-they all intimidated the inner Hearken. This kind of situation was one he kept finding himself in, and regardless of the quantity of the incidents, it never became easier to deal with them. One day, everyone will see.”Hearken felt the threat beneath her words. “We shall see,” The blue fairy stated calmly, “who is the smartest between us. I may be more competent than you believe.” A brief moment of triumph. Hearken imagined a hint of malice hidden beneath the gaze, trying to make himself feel better about treating her so terribly. I consider myself completely safe." Her eyes searched his innocently. "But general," the fairy continued boldly, "you need me for something. I could kill you here and now, and your precious puppets would be the only ones to care." "Quiet," Hearken barked, "you are hardly in a position to offend me. Staring at the Blue Fairy, Hearken tried to hide his nervousness. Her hair was a tangled bundle of sandy, golden, perfect locks-just the kind of thing a fairy tale would own. It left a taste in Hearken's mouth like fermented cabbage, or something like that. Somehow, despite all those measures, her inherently glorious body radiated the regal, sure air of being in control. She hadn't had a bath since she had been hung out in a sandstorm, leaving no part of her free of grit or dust, In addition, he had made sure that she got one three sizes too large. He had more important things to do.Īs a display of power, Hearken had ordered the fairy to don a black jumpsuit instead of her usual blue gowns. Turning his back to the explosions, he stepped inside the base without bothering to shut the door behind himself. Well, Hearken had a better trick up his sleeve. Guessing the enemy's strategies had been the highlight of the general's career, tainted only by the realization that the aforementioned strategies were virtually unstoppable. In its place was acceptance, bittersweet as well as satisfying. The rage Hearken would normally have felt was strangely absent. Hearken kept his expression neutral as bombs fell from the planes, blasting the buildings into piles of rubble and sand. The planes screamed in the distance, banking east to follow the line of solar towers and energy plants. Even after two weeks in the Sahara desert, the constant streams of sweat running down the sides of his pale face still itched relentlessly, replenishing themselves as quickly as they could be wiped away. The desert sun bore down on the american's hat like a lie on his conscience, though Hearken was already used to the latter. Aside from the hostile planes streaking towards his military base from the east, general Hearken thought the day was almost normal. ![]()
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