The Fourth Zaldizko 38 Break Time In The Nursery

Our attention was drawn to the doors opening and all the Wisteria Garden Squad ambling into the nursery. They looked like they had survived a school yard scuffle.

The kids sat petrified, staring at the strange looking adults in their overcoats, gentlemen suits and holstered weapons.

"No! You knights take off your dirty boots!" Dionysus angrily scolded the knights at the dirt they were trailing in.

Stardust twinkled around their feet. The knights cursed and groaned when their boots unlaced themselves and were yanked off their feet, making them fall over backwards and looking like idiots on the floor.

This broke the kids scared expressions as they burst with laughter at the silly looking knights scrambling over each other to get into descent positions.

Dionysus looked satisfied to see their shoes paired evenly next to the door.

"Screw it! I'm b.u.g.g.e.red." Jensen laid flat on the floor next to Jace, so his eyes were starring straight up to the ceiling.

He gently petted Small Cap who had perched on the middle bra.s.s b.u.t.ton of his waistcoat.

"You look more like a street cleaner than a knight." Jace innocently gave his honest opinion of Jensen, which naturally made the man frown.

"Who you calling a street cleaner you pipsqueak?" Jensen lightly answered back, which made Charlie burst with hearty laughter.
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Jensen sighed and dropped his annoyance. He was joined by Wilfred.

"What's your name kid?" Wilfred asked Jace as he coolly adjusted his round gla.s.ses up his nose.

Jace's eyes widened with obvious adoration. It was the first time I saw an expression behind them. "Jace, Sir. You look darb in a high hat way."

This made Lita's presence noticeable with her hearty giggles. "And Jensen looks like a street cleaner."

Wilfred gave the boy a wry look. "Kid, do you blurt out everything you're thinking?"

"Think it's his bad habit." Charlie answered for Jace as he slung his arm over his shoulder.

"You are?" Lita politely asked Charlie that sent the boy's eyes glowing like he was seeing a new s.h.i.+ny toy that he had always wanted.

"Ch-Charlie." He stammered, suddenly lost for words and still gawking at Lita's face.

"Tsk." Ryoko grumbled. "Kid, get your eyes off my girl."

She forced her way into the conversation to stake her claim.

"Huh?" Charlie c.o.c.ked his head to one side, obviously not understanding.

This made Jace burst with laughter.

"He's a kid! He's not going to understand that he was just ogling." I b.u.t.ted in with my two daro to defend Charlie.

"Then educate him Famine!" Ryoko snapped back.

"What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you guys be in the labyrinth doing your jobs?!" I snapped back.

"It's break time, stupid. Who said we can't come to nursery and get to know the kids?"

Our animate conversation stirred more laughter around the room. After a while I realized a quieter girl's voice mixed in with the laughter. It was from Alina who had been playing on the train set opposite the buildings that represented Marc Lane, and a few paces behind Jace and Charlie.

I went to sit by her side, but wondered if I should've since this instantly stopped her voice and expression. I felt a strong wall of tension go up between us.

"It's okay Alina. I'm not going to harm you." I shuffled toward the other side of a model lane, a few paces away from her as emphasis. "See? I'll sit back here."

We played silently with model tin trains painted bright blue and red to represent carriages, wooden toy people painted in everyday clothes or uniforms of black, navy-blue and tan colour. Obviously, representing the positions of people in the district. We positioned those people on the bridges or around the tracks before tall rectangular block buildings.

Alina cast her hand over her scene of people she had crowded in a narrow lane. Blue starlight fell from her hands. My eyes widened with awe when the toy figures began to move around the lane like real people would.

"Amazing," I whispered my awe then frowned when I noticed they ended up milling around the bay window of a doll shop.

My heart raced with understanding and pain for the girl.

The girl waved her hand over the scene to stop the toy figures from moving. She stood and went to look at the teddy bears lying on the ground before a bookshelf near the cots.

"A special person." Saku commented as he joined my side.

"What do you mean?" My heart eased at the sight of her picking up a brown teddy bear to give it a cuddle.

"She has the ability to grant temporary life to innate objects and control them. A unique blend of force and heart cakra magic that is pa.s.sed down through blood lines." Saku explained.

"Is that why she was dolled?" I gulped.

"No. I do not think the peddler who sold her would have realized, otherwise she would not have been on sale at the doll shop. It was fortunate that Keiran had recognized her traits. Can you imagine what her power can achieve by bringing certain objects to life?" Saku soberly answered.

My thought went straight to the vision of that Sol Saviour device. It made perfect sense why she was rescued by the Order before the Illuminate Group had a chance to claim her.

"Her family were once Magika Leaders for a tribe in Tempra. I had met them occasionally during my travels. So, instantly recognized her lineage by her features." Keiran confirmed Saku's fact as he sat beside me.

"Were once?" I picked up on the dubious fact.

"Her family were slain during a recent unrest. She was sold into slavery."

My forehead creased into a deep frown.

"Your white aura has a cloudy red tint. I see you don't appreciate Alina's demise." Keiran coolly noted.

I faced him with my frown. "Of course not. I'm mean she's an innocent girl. No one should be enslaved. What girl wouldn't be missing her family? It's no wonder she's not talking."

He gave me a warm smile and fatherly pat to my head. "I'm glad to know this."

He was up and off to talk to Trix on the other side of the room before I had a chance to voice my complaints about not being a kid.

"What?" I shot a look at Saku when I noticed his grin.

"You have a big heart Famine. One filled with a sense of justice. Try not to take on too many worries. Some lives you can not help." Saku's voice trailed into a distant tone.

I cursed when I felt hands yank me backwards into a tumble.

"Get off me War you git!" I struggled out of his judo hold.

"Getting sloppy Baby Bro." War chuckled.

"Idiot." I grumbled and noticed Alina laughing at me. It made me feel better.

Trix finally approached me from the other side of the room with Keiran by his side. He towered over me with a stern expression that made him look like a serious captain.

"Up Famine. Gat s.h.i.+em Brothers, follow me or see yourselves in a labyrinth cell." He triggered an order with a firm, deep, voice that instantly quietened the entire room.

Oppression was the sudden atmosphere that his voice had caused.

He made for the door and donned his boots without looking back to see if we were following

_"Good luck. Try not to p.i.s.s off Trix more than he is."_ Wilfred gave me some parting advice in my head.

_"Scary."_ War s.h.i.+vered in my mind.

_"Yeah. He's one scary guy if you get on his bad side. So, don't get on his bad side."_ Jensen answered in thought with his advice.

The three of us followed Trix's lead out of the nursery.