Ten Thousand Year War

"Once you do your cool down stretches you can go take a bath in the basement hot pools." He looked on proudly as the three boys did the Pilates Muscle Stretches. Even though he didn’t have any muscle or speed enhancements he could still knock these young pups on their arses. Then he grinned ruefully, but that would change with size and skill.

Once the Arms Master said they were done the stretches and they had been given the instructions they raced away, seeing who would be the first one to the pools. Michael and Arthur were tied in the lead with Gabriel way behind. The two older brothers jostled and pushed each other trying to get the upper hand until Gabriel swept by, just a small blur, barely visible against the setting sun. Michael and Arthur laughed and slowed down, just jogging now instead of running flat out. Arthur laughed again and spoke, "He always was a fast little bugger, now, with the enhancements, he’s a speed demon." He looked over to his Michael, his older brother. "Why do you suppose Dad’s given us these genetic upgrades? I mean, what’s the point. We both know Dad’s got a reason for everything he does, even if he doesn’t tell us."

Michael, always a serious and somber young man, shook his head. "I have no idea. Why not wait until the meeting at Dad’s study. You can ask him then. So how do you like your enhancements?"

For an answer Arthur sped up and veered off to the side where there was a small grassy slope. He ran even faster up the slope and at the top jumped off and shot 20 feet in the air, screaming out his lungs as he went. As he came back down he rolled into a tumble to absorb the shock, springing to his feet as he came out of the spin.

Michael merely shook his head in disapproval and sped up to catch up to his impetuous young brother. "This is not what Dad gave us these enhancements for!" he called out to Arthur, his voice stiff with displeasure.

Arthur laughed. "Lighten up, Bro. We’re young, have fun!"

Just then they crested the hill and saw the Paen’Dragaan Estates with Gabriel sitting on the front step waving lazily with a condescending grin on his face.

Magnus sat at his mahogany desk fiddling with a print-out of the message that Chancellor Daved Lyon had sent him. He thrust the print out onto the desk and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. What could Daved want him for? As Magnus scanned over the print-out he listed in his mind what it was that Daved wanted him to do.

Bring Gabriel and Arthur with him.

Teleport to Akaari.

Bring the Eolith crystal.

Wear Adept colours.