Kryptonian Pride
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- Jan 20, 2011
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Noah walked into the juice bar, looked around intently, and went to a table that was positioned fairly close to the rangers, but not close enough to make it seem like he was acting suspiciously. He ordered a simple cranberry juice from the bar so as to make himself less conspicuous against the swarm of teenagers. These people have become blinded. he thought to himself as he drank the cranberry juice. I wish I could go back to a time when men feared magic. Those were the days.
He felt a familiar sensation in his head. His hand dove into his pocket and pulled out the Demon Heart. His mistress was calling him. Downing the cranberry juice, he pulled his bag over his shoulder and left the juice bar. Turning into a nearby alleyway, he raised the Demon Heart into the sky and, in a flash of white light, he vanished.
Noah, not yet armored, reappeared in Morgana's throne room and knelt before her. "What is your will, mistress?" he asked.
He felt a familiar sensation in his head. His hand dove into his pocket and pulled out the Demon Heart. His mistress was calling him. Downing the cranberry juice, he pulled his bag over his shoulder and left the juice bar. Turning into a nearby alleyway, he raised the Demon Heart into the sky and, in a flash of white light, he vanished.
Noah, not yet armored, reappeared in Morgana's throne room and knelt before her. "What is your will, mistress?" he asked.