A Good Man (2)

A Good Man (2)
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Tom stood frozen in shock running his hand through his salt and pepper hair, he
tried to think of a way out of this.”Frilly, you mean to tell me I’ve made an enemy of
the council?” Tom asked still a little shaken by this turn of events.
“Well,” Frilly started, “I wouldn’t say you made an enemy but you’ve certainly gotten
their attention.”
Shit Tom thought, just what I need, bad enough I’ve got the a bunch of power hungry
bastards after me but now I have seemed to have alienated the good guys too.


“Is there any way I can meet with just one of them, on my terms? Tom asked
“I can try to arrange a meeting, but I can’t guarantee their reception,” looking back
at Tom she slightly smirked, “or their reaction, after the other day they won’t be caught
off guard like last time. Though, from what I was feeling they would have still been hard
pressed to escape what you did.”
“You know,” Tom started, “you can really be a smart ass at times.” smiling Frilly
disappeared with a slight giggle.


About an hour later Tom was sitting in his recliner still trying to calm down
when he heard Frilly in his head.
<Sir?> Making Tom jump up in a defensive position, <I apologise sir I forgot you weren’t
use to thought talk yet>
<What have found out?> Tom asked
<They have agreed to almost any condition you set but they won’t come alone, Malamon is
still out there and they are no match for him alone> she replied.
<Alright in an hour, the park where we met before no tricks> Tom said.


An hour later, Tom was standing near a tree when the one he knew as Azel appeared
with a man Tom could only describe as a merlin look a like. The long flowing purple robes
almost had Tom snickering but out of respect he held his tongue. Feeling around he was
satisfied till he felt a small magical spike behind him. Reaching out he motioned and the
sprite appeared frozen next to him a look of genuine shock on it’s face. Azel and the other
with him also were befuddled who was this man? It seemed he had the power of the old and
new spirits along with the powers of a mage.


“I told you to come alone!” Tom shouted throwing the sprite at them, holding up
their hands the sprite slowed and settled near them.
“Please release me,” a pitiful begging coming from the sprite, “I meant no harm, you are
of interest to all magical beings. I was only sent to observe t’was all, Please sir I will
die if I can’t move soon,” the sprite now with tears falling from it’s face. Looking at it
hard the sprite was free. Flittering in front of him, it bowed to him.
“Thank you sir, as I said I meant no harm. I am here on behalf of the numerous other magical
beings that inhabit this world. I owe you a life and that of my family, if you have need of
an ally call upon us. May I be permitted to stay?”


Tom stood as still as a stone contemplating what had just been said, “you may stay
next time though I will be told before another interrupts,” Tom stated sternly. “Now then
for the real reason I called this meeting. Just what do you want?” Tom stated looking at
the two opened mouthed older men.
Azel spoke first, “We were hoping to enlist your aid.”
“My aid? I am no match for all of you together, it took me days to recover from the last time I
met just 6 of you. Frilly told me that those 6 were the weakest of the 12 on the council.” Tom
replied.
“Excuse me,” the other man with Azel said, “Who is Frilly?
Laughing Tom forgot they didn’t know everything, “Frilly!” he called, appearing she floated next
to him, “This is Frilly, the spirit of my talisman,” again the men’s mouths dropped open.


“Now then, why do you need my aid?” Tom was starting to get inpatient.
“Yes,” Azel started, “You may not know this but the magical part of this world is at war. We
have been, for well over 5000 years now. It started when, then, a young mage discovered a forbidden
spell, a spell to drain, devour and pass the powers and life force of magical beings to the wielder.
It is a truly evil and dark magic blight upon this world. The mage was Malamon, many magical beings
have died to feed the growing darkness that was once his soul.”
“OK, so why the history lesson? If he’s that powerful there’s no way I could stop him.”


“Malamon isn’t that powerful, because of a brave and kind hearted man/mage,” here Azel’s
face grew somber and Tom could see the sadness suddenly shroud his face, “He never considered
him self to be just a mage, he fought Malamon 1500 years ago.