I reach out and take the page that Leila had pushed in front of me. A simple parchment with the location of what is sure to be a discreet safe house sits in my grasp.There is no small irony that she whose power influenced Shakespeare, the writers of the Edda, and the writers of tales across the whole of this realm has now written something mundane as an address. The beautiful scrawling script seems to tell a story far beyond what the information itself seems to indicate. Leila has an important role to play I feel it. My old friend the time will come when you star in this tale.
"I will accompany you Leila. First, I will reach out to my ally."
I close my eyes. In a flash a large portion of my divine spirit splits off from me and travels through space. Dimensions fly by for a moment before I appear in a helicopter. My ward, friend, and ally is seated against the wall of this troop transport helicopter in front of me. "Alexander of Uruk!" My roar carries over the sound of the rotors I believe they are called. Alexander's head jerks up and his eyes meet mine. He mutters a few words under his breath and I follow suit. Instantly, we both appear in a vast throne room of alabaster and marble. Alexander turns his emerald gaze on me and after a moment cocks an eyebrow.
"Baalhan why have you come so soon after you answered my prayer by killing two of my comrades?" A certain bitterness fills his accent absent voice. Pain burns behind his eyes. He says not another word.
"Hear me Alexander we have little time. Come to this place and redeem your family's honor." The page that Leila wrote appears in my hand and I hold it out to him. He takes it hesitantly. "Keep this with you my friend." My soft voice fades followed by the room.
I return to the chamber in the mountain and open my eyes. "By your leave Leila."
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I open my eyes, but close them again as a migraine threatens to split my skull. That spell always drains me. It also gives me perspective as it always does. To be just another link in the chain of Gilgamesh and to lose friends and not have power over their fates always stirs anger in me. I practically spit at War himself. I made accusations about family's friend, guardian, and ally. I'll see what I can do about getting leave immediately. I owe him that.
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