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 Archangels of the Sword, Volume 6, 
by Jacob Malewitz
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Chapter 2: Bringing Thunder
… I look up at the fiery eyes of the green knyght in the painting. Something changes: the clouds move, the walls of order are broken. I feel I am falling yet I cannot understand why. It’s as though I am being punished for something outside of my scope.


I had thought that Francis was a devoutly Christian man: I had always seen him reading scripted bibles after all. But when he said we needed a Druid for this journey I was more than a little surprised. Bringing a priest on a journey is one thing, bringing a druid into any affair is in my experience quite another. “Trust me, lord, he will be the key to finding your father.” I didn’t want to know much more, but, of course, I had to hear the whole story.
            Francis had met the druid after his travels in Babylon with my father. They had been cursed – he offered no other explanation – and the coy druid had taken advantage of the situation and saved my father. They were told that the stars looked kindly upon them, and if ever in need again to call upon him.
            “I am still not quite sure about this,”
            Let me tell you about magic, for as I thought on bringing this druid into our group, it was dominating my mind. Relating it in company is suicide in Christian lands; priests are serious about making it an evil, secretive enterprise. But the lines between dreams, illusions, and visions are small if you’re a Norman. Reality always fades in; it cannot be defeated. I was brought up with magic as a reality, something that few possessed the power to manage. I have found that few men want glory; they want answers. And questions on magic are always foremost. There were tales of men … but that is another story. I was going to tell you about a druid.
            Druids are one of those people who, throughout time, have gotten into a lot of trouble. Whether it be playing to the hearts of pagans or erecting huge stones, they have a knack for not only power but raising distrust among the commoners.
            As we approached a massive wooden fort set against a hill, I saw fires blazing shooting colors of blue, red, and green into the skies. I had never seen fires shooting so high into the air with such colors. Magic. Whether I believed in it or not didn’t matter. It was a reality.
            “It be magic, me lord.” Francis seemed to have no worry in his soul. I was afraid. Druids were a dangerous lot, and even the most galled hero would have blinked at the face of such magic. But be it magic or just a trick?
            “Magic is banned in these lands, Francis. Is it not?”
            “I have yet to meet a baron willing to send his men to face druids. It be earth magic, they don’t practice the dark magic here in Europa.”
            This made me curious: Where else could they practice it? How did Francis know of all these rules, yet I did not? They were only known to dwell in the lands of Europa. It didn’t add up.

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