24 The Price Of Knowing (1/2)

”No Colonel. It's alright.” I huffed as I stood upright. ”Release my brothers, I'll let you see more.”

Deacon chuckled. ”I was hoping you'd say that.”

He released the binds on Death and War, causing them to slump to the floor in a heap.

”You did this to trick my brother.” Death spat on the floor. ”Despicable. Shameless leader.”

”It's okay Death. War, guys, please leave the stage, I beg you.” I pleaded to my brothers.

I sighed with relieve when Lita and Saku hurried to the stage to help Death and War back to their seats near Jensen and Wilfred.

I stood alone, feeling vulnerable underneath the mult.i.tude of eyes from the audience of knights.

There was no other choice. Since that Grandpa Smithsonian had shadily placed us in this situation, there was no telling how far he was prepared to go to poke at our brains until they were nothing more than mush. My brain could be sacrifice. I doubt he realized that Death and War carried Sol's entire world history and magical knowledge in their brains.

It also made me realize the level of trust the order held in esteem for my brothers and I. Of course, it was wishful thinking they'd readily accept us without validation. Death was right, we had to be cautious from now on. My mind touched on his conversation in the baths. It pained me to think that he was scratching the surface of a fact.

”I can't let him do this on his own.” Leinard stepped up to the stage, ignoring Trix's protest and Deacon's sigh.

”Colonel. Stepped down.” I firmly and quietly addressed Leinard.