The Grand Creation
Chapter 2
The morning sky was bright and blue, and filled with puffy white clouds that brightened the morning. It was a peaceful sky that hung over the city of Atero that day, and the city streets were bustling with beings of all kinds. One baby-blue armored Agori ran through the streets, shoving past everyone and carrying a small pile of existian bundled up in his arms.
He was closely followed by a red-armored Glatorian by the name of Ackar, looking to neutralize the sky blue thief. Soon, he had the Agori tied up and handcuffed, and was ready to apprehend him just as another Agori arrived, this time one of Ackar’s associates in the tower guard.
The benevolent sky smiled down on everything, convinced this was just another normal day in the city of Atero. Little did the ethereal sphere know, but today was to be anything but normal.
“Why are you taking me, I-I-I didn’t steal anything!” stuttered the blue-armored Pomerax.
“Oh yeah? Then how come the story fits perfectly? Somebody just got robbed, and here you are, running for your life carrying a pile of existian!” snapped Ackar, irritated as always when a thief tried to talk his way out of things. He hated that, especially if the thief was a bad liar like this one.
“I was s-sent to improve trading relations between the W-Water Tribe and this one! I was late to the meeting so I had to run as fast as I c-c-could! Please believe me! They’re probably wondering where I am right now!” sputtered Pomerax, talking as fast as a frightened Agori could manage.
“Now, now, we should hear him out. I think I see some merit in his story,” Raanu said, always the one to resort to reason instead of quick apprehension. “Besides, I think I’ve actually heard of this meeting.”
“Oh, really? Well then tell me, is this little worm really going to it? He seems like a bad representative to send,” Ackar snickered. He was clearly having fun, as mean-spirited as he was being.
“Let’s check, Ackar,” said Raanu firmly and a little commandingly, as if he were reminding Ackar that he was of some higher position. Raanu took out a device from his bag and began to press buttons on it.
“What did you say your name was?” he asked the thief.
“P-P-P-Pomerax, sir,” spluttered Pomerax. Ackar had his thick bicep around Pomerax’s chest, and Pomerax was clearly feeling the effects.
“Can’t…breathe…” he gasped. Ackar immediately slackened his arm, but Pomerax saw it coming, and in an instant, he had slid out from Ackar’s grip and was running down the street.
But alas, that was not to be the case. Raanu had his hand firmly clasped around Pomerax’s wrist, and was staring at the device again.
“Stay here,” he said absentmindedly. “I can’t have you running off now.”
“B-b---what?” stuttered Pomerax, the look on his face clearly showing that he didn’t expect to be caught again so quickly.
“You know what…” muttered Raanu, “I think he actually might be telling the truth. But first I need some more details. Come here, let’s sit down,” he said kindly to Pomerax, gesturing to a nearby café. A friendly waitress drifted over to their table.
“How may I help you?” the overly feminine Agori asked with a smile.
“Just get us some Thornax juice,” Ackar growled, clearly unhappy with being dragged here to talk. He would rather just capture ‘em quick and be done with it.
“Sir, we don’t serve that here!” the waitress looked appalled at the thought. “Maybe you’re in the wrong part of town,” she said nervously.
“I’m a Guardsman,” Ackar said, clearly and coldly, flashing his badge for a second at the waitress. She put a hand to her mouth in a hyperbole of surprise. “Every part of town is the right part for me, girly,” he said again, a look of pure annoyance on his face.
“Feel free to leave any time you want,” said Raanu, hiding his laughter behind a polite smile.
Pomerax, however, was not so self-controlled. He let loose a small chuckle, and earned a fiery glare from Ackar in return, who got up and stalked off, spitting in the dirt at his feet.
“So… anything for you two gentlemen?” the fazed waitress asked again, smoothing her hair to avoid breaking down.
“Oh, just some…coffee, please.” Glancing at Pomerax, he turned quickly to the waitress and added, “Make that two.” Winking, he watched the flustered waitress leave.
“So Pomerax,” he began. “You say you were going to a trade meeting?” asked Raanu curiously, interested as to what the outcome of this might be.
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