to say.
Gabe turned and handed the book to his wife. “You read it, Rachel.”
Rachel’s delicate fingers thumbed through the pages of the book. Her eyes quickly skimmed the content.
“Well?” Uri asked impatiently.
“She’s looking you big oaf, give her a second,” Dina scolded.
“Wait ... here, right here. It talks about an unbeatable weapon,” Rachel exclaimed.
“That sounds about right,” Gabe commented.
“And the Guardians will be given a weapon of superior quality. It will be one that within the right hands cannot be matched or defeated by any other weapon. A sacred circle which can’t be broken, a Guardians crown,” Rachel read.
“That’s it!” Gabe shouted.
Haim took a step closer, trying to see the page from which she read, “Does it say where to find it?”
Rachel sat silently, skimming the passage, then looked up at the faces staring back at her. “I’m afraid not.”
The entire room filled heavy with despair. Gabe looked around at all of his friends, their expressions revealing their defeat. He contemplated how to deliver them hope again. “Don’t lose hope so quickly. We just found out this weapon is not a myth. If it exists, there’s someone who knows where it is. We just have to find them.”
Rachel stood up, taking her husband’s hand. “Gabe’s right. This is amazing news. This tells us that there’s a way to defeat them.”
“So now what?” Dina asked.
Michael didn’t speak, he looked to Gabe, happy to allow him to take the role he always knew he was meant to have.
Gabe looked around the room, with a deep breath he answered, “Now we start asking questions. Everyone, everywhere, someone knows something and we’ll find them, no matter how long it takes.”
The room was silent until all of the sudden Uri shouted, “Damn straight we will!”
Sophie screeched, startled by his abruptness. Everyone burst out laughing, which soon shifted into a sort of cheering. The group felt something they had not felt in a very long time. They had found hope.
Uri struggled to keep pace with Michael. “Will you hold up a minute?” He pleaded with him.
Michael paid no attention to the request and continued frantically down the hall, veering into his office without a word. Uri watched as he darted back and forth across the room, throwing various items into a satchel.
“Something doesn’t feel right about this,” Uri stated, mulling over the information he had just been given in his mind.
“Nothing’s right about this.” Michael’s words were venomous. Uri wondered if he blamed him for the recent news, but then did his best to put the thought out of his mind.
“I’m serious, slow down for a second. Most people don’t even know where the council is from one minute to the next. Hell, you’re a member and half the time you have to use your elder stone to find out where they are. Do you really think they would risk being exposed for Mirada?” Uri argued.
Michael paused for a moment, then shaking his head, dismissing the thought, he continued his packing. “The council will do whatever they have to do to get whatever they want and they’ve wanted Mirada for a very long time. I have to help her, Uri.”
“All I’m saying is are we sure we can trust where the information is coming from?” Uri urged.
“I can’t afford not to trust it,” Michael rebutted.
“This kid who came to you is nothing more than an errand boy, do you think he’s really going to carry information like that?” Uri was not willing to relent on the idea.
Throwing the last of the items he required into the bag, Michael sealed it, tossing it on his back. Walking over to his young friend he placed a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly. “I’ll be careful, but I can’t sit here and do nothing, it’s Mirada.”
Uri knew there was nothing more he could say. If it were Seraphine who might be in trouble there wouldn’t be a force strong enough in the world that would keep him away.