The House of Grey- Volume 6 by Collin Earl Page B

around it. Monson and his friends instinctively shrank back, and could only watch as the Kei-covered being scripted a spell and spoke the words of power before them.
    “Combat Spell Ninety: Wandering Whirlwind!”
    The being extended his hands in either direction as a tornado-like wind shot out from his palms. Many dozens of gargoyles were rocketed away along with more trees, rocks and chunks of buildings. The being spun on his feet and then jumped twenty-five feet in the air before letting out a second violent blast. Many more gargoyles caught in the blast were torn up in the churning air. The four boys simply watched in wonder as the being landed just feet from them.
    A growling rumble from above told them all that the Midday Darkness was less than pleased, and without warning, the blackness in the sky spit out hundreds of new pods. Seeing this, Monson turned to the luminescent being.
    “Mr. Gatt? Brian?”
    The being, or man, or whatever it was, instantly found Monson’s eyes. Monson, in another unique first, stared at the face of one man with two countenances. This man was tall and mature, impatient yet regal, understanding but exasperated. The man was not Brian, was not Mr. Gatt; he was both of them and yet neither of them at the same time.
    The man spoke again and this time Monson was paying attention, enough so that he heard lingering echoes of more than one voice.
    “Grayson.”
    Grayson answered from atop his white dragon.
    “Yes?”
    “Take them out of here; get Grey and the others to safety.”
    “Yes, I can do that.”
    “Wait!” Monson interjected. “Don’t go shooing us off yet. Who…what are you?”
    Monson’s call fell upon deaf ears as the being was already walking towards a group of the freshly landed black pods, scripting yellow power-infused runes as he walked. “We are Paladins from the Holy Order of the Magi and we are here to protect you. We are your guardians, your guides, and your teachers. You are the Being of Seven Bloods. The one who will bring balance to the races and solve the Creation Conundrum. You, Monson Grey, are the one person who must survive this onslaught.”
    Monson rolled his eyes. “I get it, the Being of Seven Bloods already, but I need to tell you something about Bar–.”
    The Mr. Gatt-Brian mutation held up a hand, cutting off any further discussion. “Go!”
    Then he was gone and Monson’s group was alone, left to their own devices. Monson kicked at the ground in frustration. Casey, however, was laughing hysterically.
    Monson grumbled at him. “What’s so funny? You realize we just got left behind, right?”
    Artorius sighed. “You had to ask him, Grey….”
    “Come on, Arthur—this is like the sweetest thing ever!”
    Monson knew he would regret it but he asked anyway. “What are you on about now?”
    Casey’s grin grew larger. “Hello? We just witnessed a real-life fusion dance. Ha! And people say I watch too much anime….”
    More rumbling from above produced another barrage of black pods, many of which landed near the massive white dragon. Grayson held out a hand as if to offer a leg up to the top of Legon’s back “We need to leave, fellas; the environment is becoming hostile again.”
    Monson nodded towards the single man that was Mr. Gatt and Brian, now far in the distance fighting plenty of the black-winged creatures. Even from this distance, he could see the glint of a Magi Blade. “What about them—him—it, whatever, we can’t just leave him out there on…uh, their own.”
    “Umm, Grey,” answered Casey. “I don’t think they’re going to have any problems with—”
    “Grayson!” interrupted a loud, incredibly annoyed female voice.
Grayson jostled unsteadily atop of Legon. “Kylie, why are you yelling? I’m right here and we’ve got Grey.”
    “You guys need to get airborne and now ; we have huge problems!”
    “Kylie, wait a second. Slow down…”
    Monson cocked an eyebrow as Grayson directed his words upwards. “A