Chapter Twenty-two

"Wait," Steven said, interrupting their laughter. "You mean to say we're the only Protectors you've found?"

"Well, yeah," said one of the Those of Light. "We didn't really know when this was all gonna happen so we just kept putting it off."

"Really bad planning," Korbin murmured.

"There are supposed to be seven of us and so far you have two. The war has started and not only do you not have enough Protectors, you haven't trained the ones you've got. Is that right?"

The Those of Light looked at each other uneasily.

Finally Winfrio stood up and said, "Yes, that's correct."

Steven put his hands to his head and started pacing. After a few moments he said, "When you had Korbin kidnapped-- no, don't even try to deny it-- why didn't you train him then?"


"Why did you have that Ligeia person bring me back here instead of scaring the beejebus out of me?"

"Well, we--"

"You what? Never started planning? Never thought things through? Is this all a joke to you?"

"Now, that's enough!" Winfrio said, slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair. "Who do you think you are to talk to us like this?"

"I think I'm Steven, your Protector, and I think it's time we found the other Protectors and trained us as fast as possible before They show up and kill us all."

The End

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