Episode 31: Introduction to The Alban Knights

The two wake up to hear the marching of a knight.

Warwick gets up quickly, as she turns to him.

"Get back, there's a fomor besides you!"

"Calm down Avelin of the Alban Knights, he's with me. Return!"

Her eyes grow wide, then angry, as Demoko disappears.

"Are you with them?" She asks, readying her sword.

"No, they barely gave me the time of day. Not even Pennar showed up, just a prophet."

"How do you know so much?"

"Well, I can confirm I hadn't made it to the meetup point in the alleyways of Emain Macha yet. I have access to, unique sources of information thanks to the Soul Stream. That's how I know about you and or organization," Warwick smugly informs.

In a flash, she draws her sword and presses it against his throat.

"Won't help. I'd just come back to life through the Soul Stream."

Avelin is getting visually angrier, as she glairs at Warwick.

"What do you want?!"

"I want to join," Warwick smiles back.

"What!?" She says with surprise, taking a step back.

"It wouldn't be the first time a milletian joined, plus I am good at keeping secrets. Even if I'm not, I know too much to risk leaving alone."

"I need to talk it over with my superiors. In exchange, you can't tell anyone!"

"My patience is vast but limited. I'll agree to the span of 2 years. After that, I'll reevaluate my plans with the assumption that you've forgotten or they brushed it aside. As we both know, you would leave me hanging rather than tell me I can't join."

She sighs, "We might be able to use you well. Especially with your witt and informants."

"Thanks, I hope to be of service. Let Altam know I'm excited to meet him. One more thing, Do you know Logan?"

"I do not. Is he of importance?" She asks with confusion.

"Not at this time. Looks like I know some future events."

"You're coming with me," She claims, grabbing Warwick by the arm.

Avelin pulls out a Waxen Wing of The Goddess, and in a moment both are transported into a room that looks like the inside of a castle.

A man in ornate heavy armor walks towards the two.

Warwick starts laughing, "I didn't realize how bad of a lie 'meeting your superiors' actually was!"

"She said I was her superior, did she? I didn't know you cared," He sarcastically remarks.

"You know better," She states with a stern look at the man.

"Don't worry Talvish, I can take a joke," Warwick comforts.

"You seriously told him my name? And you call me unprofessional."

Avelin just continues to glair coldly at Talvish.

"She didn't tell me anything. That's why I'm here. I know too much, can't be killed permanently, and want to join."

"Ah, a milletian we've overlooked. So what do you know?" Talvish asks, with an overwhelming sense of calmness and control.

"The Alban Knights is a secret order founded by Aton... Cinimy?... Anyways, Aton's will. You seek to keep the world right and stop outsiders that would negatively interfere, while not interfering as a group yourselves. You are divine warriors, and the two that stand before me are two of the four groups. Your current goal is to stop the Prophets, a group of Fomors who follow a power from another world, and their Apostles, monsters made from the Tuatha de Danann that accepts power from that world. Like when Pihne accepted some when she was little, which killed her parents, and became an Apostle before being saved by the Alban Knights and the Milletian," Warwick explains, confident in his answer.

"One, Aton Cimeni's Will. Two, we can't interfere at all. Three, nothing like that has ever happened to Pihne," Talvish corrects, getting concerned at the end.

Avelin pulls out a Waxen Wing of The Goddess, and in a moment is gone.

"This is meta. Looks like I knew something else that hadn't happened yet. Talvish, did Altam break an oath which caused a Milletian to join the Alban Knights?"

"You're the closest a Milletian has ever came to joining th Alban Knights."

"I Get To Save Everyone!!" Warwick exclaims with glee, until it hits him, "I have to save everyone... I can't get strong enough, fast enough, to do this..."

"What do you know?"

"A lot. So, has any Milletian became a Demigod?"

"Heh. That's not possible," Talvish chuckles, as it sinks in that Warwick is serious.

"Good, I have time. How's Fallon?"

"I'm not sure who that is..."

"Don't worry about it, What's the state on Ruairi?"

"He's a black knight that disappeared on a ferry a while back."

"Then we should be somewhere in G9 or G10. Do you have a budget?"

"That's blunt. What's G9 and G10?"

"Points in history. Do you want to help me help the Alban Knights save the world, or let the world perish by the Apostles' and Prophets' hands?"

"Save the world, but-" Talvish states as Warwick cuts him off.

"Then I need your help. Also, has Shakespear been seen lately?"

"That's the first Milletian which was bound by the Gods to Avon, right?"

"Good, then we're definitely before, or in G13. What about the Goddess of Light?"

"I feel like I'm in a time traveler book. Neamhain? She's been unaccessible."

"G9 it is, hopefully at the start. First I need to go to the Hillwen Mine, and need about 27 thousand gold."

"THAT'S INSANE! You can't expect us to give that kind of money to someone we've just met!" Talvish yells, in shock at the absurdity of the request.

"Which is why I'll need your help. If I'm to help, I need to be at my best. Time is short, and in a few months I barely have a grand."

Talvish is about to dispute, as a non-threatening man with tossed hair teleports in.

"Altam, it's good to meet-" Warwick starts saying, as Altam blows by.

"How much have you told this guy? Anyways, there's no time. All hands are needed for a cleansing ritual!" Altam informs Talvish with worry.

They both teleport off using Waxen Wings of The Goddess before Warwick can get a word in.

"Nothing? This sucks..." Warwick states to himself, now standing in the room alone, realizing how vast and polished this one room is.

He Rests on the ground, "I guess I have to wait for someone to come back then..."

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Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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Episode 30: Learning Like A Wolf

"Demoko, use Counter!" Warwick yells as he charges at Demoko with the knife, as Demoko gets into a defensive stance.

Warwick attempts to stab the knife into him, but Demoko easily swipes away the strike and guts Warwick with his claws.

Warwick revives where he is and tries to get back up, the wound in his chest still causing immense pain.

"Ow..." Warwick states, falling back onto the ground, "I forgot about pain..."

"Master, I am sorry! You said-" Demoko starts to frantically state as Lassar interrupts with a "Step aside."

Lassar quickly heals Warwick and tosses a potion to him.

Warwick stands up after drinking it.

"I hope you don't plan on continuing to die."

"No Lassar, I just needed to witness a Counterattack first hand."

"I am sorry master."

"Don't worry about it Demoko, but I'm going to need you to come at me with as much restraint as possible."

Demoko nods, as Warwick gets into a defensive stance.

Demoko, with one claw, pokes at Warwick.

Warwick deflects the attack, causing the claw to stab into his shoulder, as he Counterattacks the blade slides off Demoko's fur as Warwick falls forward... Onto his face...

Ranald breaks out laughing, as Demoko rushes over to help Warwick up.

Lassar heals Warwick's wound.

"I take it back, this is totally worth the potions!" Lassar laughs.

"You know what's funnier? That was a successful attempt!" Ranald informs laughing.

Lassar buckles over from laughter.

"Haha, yeah, laugh at weak little Warwick. At least I'm trying!" Warwick angerly resputes.

"It's not your fault. No doubt you've gotten stronger already," Ranald informs between laughter.

Warwick takes a deep breath and turns back towards Demoko.

"Demoko, are you up for some more?" Warwick asks.

"I do not want to hurt you again..."

"That's fine. Will you use defense, and let me attack you?"

Demoko nods, as the two step back from each other.

Demoko gets into a defensive stance, as Warwick charges at him with the knife, which Demoko easily deflects.

This goes on for about an hour until Warwick backs off.

"Thanks, Demoko, I don't think I can learn any more training like this right now."

Demoko smiles back at him, "I am glad I can help."

"It would probably help more if you fought something that could seriously fight back. Try killing some foxes up the road," Ranald instructs.

"I think first me and Demoko should get some food! How does that sound?"

Demoko nods, as he follows Warwick to the bank.

"Hey Bebhinn, how ya doin'?" Warwick asks as they enter the bank.

"Hey Warwick, how- iyia! I didn't expect you to bring... that into... here... Is... it... as safe as Lassar says?"

"Yeah. We're just here for a few chunks of meat and a couple loaves of bread."

"Was not that public torture supposed to get people to like me? Why do people still think I am just a monster!?" Demoko shouts out, as he starts to cry.

Warwick's eyes go wide, as Demoko falls to his knees.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you... um... fomor guy... Is there something that can cheer you up?"

"No, I was just hoping master could get us some Potato & Egg Salad, and some Roasted Bacon, but it turns out we do not have enough, on top of everyone treating me like a monster!.." Demoko states between tears.

"I'm sorry, one day we can get those things. For now, we still have plenty of ambiguous meat and stale bread. I can even try to get some wool for us to sleep on to soften the stone! It's not all bad!" Warwick comforts, as he figures out what Demoko's doing.

"Here," Bebhinn says, handing Warwick a banknote, "Give this to Caitin, tell her it's on me."

"I can't accept that, you're already doing so much for me!" Warwick states as Demoko starts wiping away his tears.

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do!" Bebhinn insists, as she practically forces the note into Warwick's hand.

"Really! Thank you so much lady!" Demoko happily says, as he stands up, the fur around his eyes still wet from his tears.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. Thank you for doing all this for us!" Warwick thanks her.

"It's no problem, really. I'm glad to help!" Bebhinn happily smiles back.

Warwick nods back, as they both leave the bank.

"You're a freaking genius!" Warwick yells, hugging Demoko.

"I have learned it from you, master."

"And you've learned well. Let's go get the best meal of either of our lives! You wait around back and I'll go get the food!"

Warwick walks into the grocer.

"Hello Caitin, Bebhinn gave me this voucher for some food," Warwick states, handing Caitin the banknote.

"Wow! I'll get that for you then," Caitin states, as she turns to her stove.

The smell of sizzling bacon and steamed potatoes starts to fill the room before long.

A few minutes goes by, as Caitin finishes the meals.

"Thank you so much!" Warwick states as he piles the plates of food into his arms.

"Anytime, I hope you enjoy!"

"We will!"

Warwick steps out and lays the food out in front of him and Demoko.

Demoko gulps at the sight.

"Let us eat!" They say in unison, as they begin to chow down.

The juicy bacon with just enough crisp to crack against the teeth, the creamy egg and potatoes melting into the mouth with every scoop.

After eating, they both Rest back into the grass.

"I think I died, this is so good!" Demoko comments.

"Don't say that. That's something that can actually happen! Though it feels like it has nevertheless."

They both relax in the grass, as one after another, they close their eyes just long enough to doze off.

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Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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