We all turn to face Britannia as she
storms towards us. At the moment, she is rapidly becoming one of my least
favourite heroes. Following her is Kennet, Aunt Mary, Green Knight and
Restorer.
Restorer is one of the nicer heroes
you’ll ever meet. He wears simple white cos-mat costume with a red cross on his
chest. Like with many heroes, you can only see his eyes and lower face. He has
healing powers that he saves for the more serious cases as too much wears him
out.
“So this is the Narszara that Inspector
Oakley told us about,” muses Green Knight as they walk towards us, “She looks
as impressive as we were told.”
“And as badly hurt,” replies Warden, “Good
thing you came Jon.”
“I am fine,” snorts Narszara, “I have
only minor wounds at most.”
“You call that a minor injury?” asks Restorer
as he walks towards her.
He’s pointing to her left leg.
“Yes,” answers Narszara bluntly.
“You’re either really tough or crazy,”
says Green Knight, shaking his head.
“She’s tough,” I say, “But crazy is
relative.”
“What about you?” asks Warden as she
stands by me.
“I’ll manage,” I reply in a quiet voice,
keeping my eyes off of Colonel Gorlack.
“Enough,” says Britannia, “Restorer,
heal the girl then we can figure what happened and what we’re going to do next.”
“Fine,” mutters Restorer, “Narszara, can
you take off your armour so I can have a better look?”
“No,” retorts Narszara in a harsh voice,
glaring at Restorer.
I wonder what the problem could be
before it hits me.
“Narszara,” I ask tentatively, “Are you wearing
anything under your armour.”
“No,” says Narszara, “Of course not.”
Restorer mumbles something and looks
embarrassed from what I can see of him.
“Can you still heal her?” asks Britannia.
“Yes,” answers Restorer, “I’ll just be
harder. And won’t be as good a job.”
“I can heal myself,” offers Narszara.
“How?” someone asks.
“Magic,” answers Narszara.
Normally that would sound like a silly
or joke answer, but Narszara says in such a deadly serious voice that you can’t
help, but take seriously.
“Go ahead,” says Restorer, taking a step
back.
Narszara mutters a couple of words.Wazz-ale? Her injuries mildly glow gold light. Her body repairs itself in
a couple of seconds. When the glow is gone, you wouldn’t have realised she had
been injured if it won’t for the damage her armour has suffered.
“That’s nifty,” says Stefan, “I like the
idea of having someone with mage as part of the League.”
“She’s joining the League?” asks Warden.
“She’s one of the good guys, she has
sworn loyalty to Sentinel and she’s trapped here since the portal has closed,” Sam
points out.
“Good points,” says Warden, “Will she
have a secret identity?”
“No,” answers Narszara, “I shall need no
such thing.”
“You’ll just live here then?” I ask.
“If that is agreeable,” answers
Narszara.
“It is,” I reply, “We got plenty of spare
rooms here for cases like this. We also got some spare clothes for you to wear
until I fix your armour.”
“Thank you milord,” says Narszara.
Stefan rolls his eyes. Narszara ignores
him.
“You guys want to question Narszara now,
I’m going to shower,” I say to the Defenders, “Then I got write police
statement and finish my science homework.”
“We only got that science homework
today,” protests Skyler.
“And I’m already half done with it,” I
reply as I turn around, “Bye.”
I leave the room as Narszara, the League
and the Defenders start talking again. After today’s events, I got pretty
sweaty and a bit of vomit on me. Plus I have been meaning to have one for a few
days now as my last was on Saturday morning. Can’t believe I haven’t had one
yet.
I spent about five minutes showering
before I realised I still need to finish my homework so I could get home on
time. Mum is expecting me back at four.
As I finish getting dressed in the
changing room, I noticed someone waiting outside.
“Yes?” I say as comb my hair.
It’s starting to get a bit long. I ought
to get it cut soon.
“It is I,” says Narszara as she looks
into the room.
“Is something wrong?” I ask as I look up
at her.
I notice that she’s not wearing her
helmet. Her face has a distinct Viking warrior look to it or at least something
like a harden Scandinavian. I can tell after spending plenty of time with
Kennet, Vance and their family. Plus that was that one time with a time
travelling Viking longboat. Please don't ask.
Her hair is dark brown and tied back in
several braids. Her eyes are sky blue while her left cheek has what looks like
a scar from the bullet that pierced her helmet. Otherwise Narszara’s face looks
rather rugged.
From what I can tell of her, she looks
like a Viking or Norse warrior, but acts like a chivalrous knight. She also has
a dragon-like feel to her which I can’t quite place.
She smiles at me and walks in once she
sees I’m dressed.
“I wish to speak with you milord,” says
Narszara.
“I thought the others wanted to speak
with you,” I reply in confusion.
“They did, but I made my intention to
speak with you clear,” explains Narszara.
“I didn’t think someone like Britannia
would let you,” I say, still confused.
“She did not, but after I broke her arm
when she attempted to stop, none of the others dared try to do the same,”
Narszara continues explaining.
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