Divided - Book Five in the Fated Saga | Page 9

no book,” Fazendiin spoke, as if unsurprised.
“No. No book. As you warned, it is proving more of a challenge than we hoped.” He
added, “We have by no means given up.”
“Continue,” spoke Fazendiin, as if not interested.
“The book is not why I am here, Master. There is news on the Projector front.”
“You located the child?” asked Fazendiin, his tone more interested.
KarNavan nodded apprehensively in reply.

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“Found and then lost,” assumed Fazendiin.
“Located. Lost. But... a new discovery… perhaps equal if not more so in value.”
“And what could be as valuable as a young Projector, or the book of a dead one?”
Colby twisted in his seat eager to learn what KarNavan had to say.
KarNavan's eyes danced with dark excitement. “How about a long believed dead,
very much living Projector?” He took an arrogant breath, leaning back in his chair.
“The Projector’s were killed off by those stupid gypsy hunters,” Fazendiin argued,
waving his hand as if this was a preposterous notion.
“Well,” began the Striper, flashing his bright teeth, “they missed one.”
Fazendiin looked sternly at KarNavan as if to say do not waste my time.
The Striper leader did not back down. “When the young Projector escaped our
clutches, we tracked the magic of an adult Projector. Just a short blip. It disappeared
as fast as it appeared. But there is no mistake. There is a very much living and
breathing Projector out there… somewhere.”
Fazendiin’s eyes flashed desire for the shortest of moments, indicating his belief in
this statement. “Does anyone else know of this discovery?” he asked with restrained
calm.
KarNavan shook his head, acknowledging dutifully, “We know the value of this
secret, Master.”
“A priceless secret,” Fazendiin conceded. “One you will be paid appropriately for,
once your new mission is complete.”
KarNavan’s eyes lit up, expectant of this assignment.
“Colby,” started his father. “School is canceled… for the time being,” he added
upon seeing his son’s exuberant response.
Colby could barely contain his impatience to get started. A new mission. Anything is
better than school…
His father turned back to KarNavan. “Wait here. My son will return shortly with
instructions.”
KarNavan nodded and stood as Fazendiin, Colby and Elisha departed back through
what looked like a bare, solid wall. Fazendiin strode toward his estate at normal
speed, appearing eager but in no need to hurry, while Colby huffed along behind him.
Soon they were back inside the house and he followed his father into the safe room,
where again, Fazendiin’s mother waited for them in her stained glass prison.
“Mother,” he spoke lovingly, “please retrieve it for me.”
She swirled out of sight, not even needing to ask what her son needed her to
retrieve.
“We must not allow this news to be discovered by the any others, especially, the
Grosvenor,” advised Fazendiin, while they waited for her return. “We must be the
ones to locate this mature Projector. If we can complete this mission, there will be
nothing left in our way.” Desire eclipsed his usual stern control, and he continued
fervently. “If we can complete this mission, my son, we will no longer need the book
I've had you chasing after these last two years, or the missing power stone. The stone,
although powerful enough to give immortality is nothing compared to a living
Projector!”
Colby nodded that he understood, sucking in a nervous breath. He was getting bored
of chasing after the boy, Colin Jacoby, anyway.

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“This will be the most difficult task I have yet asked of you, my son. But I have the
utmost trust that you will not fail me.” Fazendiin’s face turned hard as he spoke.
“I will do whatever you ask, father,” Colby replied, with a sharp nod.
“Mother,” Fazendiin spoke, noting her return. She lifted her hand, in which, lay a
pure white dagger. Fazendiin touched the stained glass with his own hand and when
he turned around to face his son again, he held a real dagger in his palm. It was about
ten inches in length and looked to have been