《Moon Gate Guardians》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

“Chi Chi?” called a familiar voice “Hey Chi, wake up!” Chiri’s eyes fluttered open. Blinking away the sleep, she stared directly into the bright energetic blue eyes of her brother in bewilderment. Propping herself up, Chiri found herself sitting on the floor of what appeared to be a very well stocked closet. The size and form vaguely reminded her of somewhere she recognized, Chir thought for a fleeting moment of the Night Gate. Although, she was uncertain as to why. “Honestly, how could you fall asleep in such a place?” Horus reprimanded. Standing tall over her, he was dressed smartly in a crisp white and sky-blue Day Gate uniform. The Alliance crest emblazed proudly in gold thread on the breast of his jacket, evidence of his status as a full Guardian. It filled Chiri with an odd mixture of pride and sadness, which hung heavily in her chest. “We’re going to be late.” He urged again, taking Chiri by the elbow and lifting her to her feet. Exasperated, h

Cazer’s presence did not go unnoticed as he advanced through the halls of the Night Gate with Captain Lance Armistice hot on his heels. Rarely see together under normal circumstances, the two were possibly the most unlikely pair one would expect to see within The Alliance; much less amongst the ground floor corridors of the Night faction.It had been scarcely an hour since Lance Armistice had stormed into Cazer’s office. Much to the protestation of Amelia, the Captain had demanded an audience. After immediately launching into a myriad of colorful and slanderous accusations, he had obviously reserved for the occasion, Lance finally arrived at the climax of his grievances. Although, not easily discernable between his many reprises of ‘villainy’, Cazer gleened that it involved a recent incident which had endangered a few of Lance’s trainees.Discovering himself the reluctant victim of the repercussions of his wife’s antics once again. C

Still slung over his shoulder. Chiri cursed between pained grunts, “Cazer, you rotten son of a bitch, put me down!”Ignoring her complaints, he kicked open the doors to the Director’s quarters forcefully to reveal a surprised Amelia. “What- “she suppressed a shriek upon their sudden and unconventional entry. Although Chiri could not see Amelia from her ungraceful perch atop Cazer’s shoulder. Chiri could easily imagine her expression as she began to take in the situation. She could sense the change from bewilderment to disgust the moment Amelia identified her.Composing herself, the swift modification in her voice as she addressed Cazer notable, it became sweeter than sugar. “Director, you’re injured!” she cried. “How dare someone hurt you.”“It’s just a scratch.” He replied dismissively, progressing further into the room.Putting the pieces together, she began “That

The crowd parting readily as the Banshee approached. They closed the gap behind her, drawing nearer to the anticipated nucleus of the action. Fueled by their excitement several trainees pushed forward, vying for spots with better visibility of the match. Even Morose, who was sandwiched between Tristan and himself, stood on her toes to see over the few heads in front of them.  Indiscreet whispers spread, as the Witch halted at the center. Giving the onlookers a bored once over she announced loudly “You brats will be lucky if I’m the scariest thing you ever face in your lifetime. Whoever is stupid or brave enough to step forward, do so now.”It was not long before a few Hunters responded to her challenge. Provoking a cheer from the crowd as they entered the dirt of the arena. Sauntering in with overt bravado, were eight built men, whom Allen identified as being part of the Third Division. Having witnessed only briefly what the Witch was capable of

“I think you’ve made your point, Banshee.” A voice rang from beside the arena. Light and clear across the sizable distance between them, it was a sound not heard often by Chiri but one she recalled well. Turning to regard the speaker with annoyance. She did nothing to fix her placid expression as she regarded the Director of the Day Gate. Accompanied by her loyal guard dog, Vance Stroud, they stood at the perimeter of the arena with matching looks of disgust. The Director of the Day Gate, Annaliese Marchette was a beloved figure within the Alliance. An ethereal beauty of long flowing blonde hair and unmarred porcelain skin, she embodied the kind of righteousness and decorum they liked to boast of most. Possessing both strength and wit, she always seemed to place herself in direct opposition to Chiri whenever possible since her promotion. Therefore, it was unsurprising that she should feel compelled to stick her nose into this situation needlessly as well. Clicking he