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“That will do,” Tien stated.
     
     

Chapter 9
     
     
                  It was a couple of days later before the Mages arrived. Trent and his dad had gone back home after it was agreed that the Senator would tell the right people about what really happened and start the right rumors to keep as much of it a secret as he could.
                  Trent would start Soulguard training in several months, when he turned eighteen.
                  Jack Riordan and Mattie had gone home as well. She would start her official training in a few months as well. Jack offered to stay and help if the Mages became difficult.
                  “If things go bad, this doesn’t need to fall on the Guard,” was Kharl’s answer.
                  Tien had gone back to the Academy for much the same reason.
                  I was nervous as I watched a stretch limo pull up the drive. I watched Kharl’s aura as two men and a woman exited the car. Relief flowed across his aura as he saw the second man, and he smiled.
                  “Don’t worry, Son, the second guy is Gregor Kherkov,” Kharl said, “He’s one of the good guys.”
                  Gregor was a dark haired man of medium height. He was stocky and seemed quite fit. The other man was tall and skinny with dirty blonde hair. He had one of those huge noses that brought visions of Ichabod Crane from the headless horseman cartoon to mind.
                  The woman was tall and gorgeous. She was blonde and very well built. Her looks would generally have me stuttering and making a fool of myself except I saw her Soul and it wasn’t pretty at all.
                  I looked at their Soulstreams. A typical Guard has a stream about three inches in diameter. Kharl and Kyra had streams of about five inches. I think they must grow with age and use.
                  The first two Mages’ streams were a bit bigger than Kharl’s, maybe eight or ten inches. They didn’t have the intricate knot of a guard but it still looped in and out of their bodies several times.
                  The third Mage, Gregor, had a stream of at least sixteen or eighteen inches, larger than my own, and I could see the power rolling in his aura. He looked at me as he entered the room and his eyes widened in surprise. Then he saw Kharl.
                  “Kharl,” He smiled and offered his hand. Kharl shook it with a smile
                  “Hi Greg.”
                  “Be still my beating heart, is that Kyra?”  Gregor laughed, “As beautiful as ever, I see.”
                  He looked at me with a penetrating gaze. His eyes widened and I saw realization flash across his aura, along with a flash of memory about a man who looked a great deal like me.
                  He chuckled, “This explains a great deal.”
                  He turned to his companions, “Let me introduce you to Regina Worthington and Allen Denton. Regina, Allen, these are the infamous Kharl Jaegher and Kyra Nightwing, former Soulguard Elites.”
                  I saw recognition in both Mages at the names.
                  “So this must be the boy we are here to block,” Regina Worthington said as she turned to me.
                  Gregor snorted, “You are aware of my particular gifts?”
                  “Yes,” she answered, her eyes narrowing in anger.
                  I could see the anger and hate in her aura, arrogance rolled across it as well.
                  “He’s an untrained child, and you’re the second most powerful Mage in the United States, so what’s the problem?”
                  Gregor turned to me, “I would like for you to do me a favor, Young Man. We don’t ask Mages to do this but would you be kind enough to lower