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