Chapter 92: The Hunted
Philip saw the worry and confusion on Adam’s energy face. He offered some comforting words though they were a bit vague. "Don’t worry too much," Philip said. His voice was gentle. "One day our leader will surely come to guide us."
The word "leader" made Adam remember. He recalled the two powerful voices the final message from the Spirit Kings. "This Prince you spoke of," Adam questioned. His energy form seemed to show a frown as he thought.
"Who is he exactly? And how will you recognize him when he comes? How will you know for sure that he is your true leader?"
Philip stayed silent for a few moments. His deep black eyes looked off into the distance of the green subconscious plane. It was as if he was searching for an answer that he didn’t really have. "
I don’t know the answers to those questions," he finally admitted. His voice sounded a little bit sad and resigned. "I am simply like all the other Spirits who survived. I am following the orders of my King and my Queen. I am waiting patiently just as they commanded."
A new feeling of respect for Philip started to grow inside Adam. Philip was a low-level Spirit. He didn’t seem to know much more than Adam did about their situation. Their situation seemed quite hopeless.
Yet this Spirit Philip held onto that ancient command from his leaders with strong loyalty. He had been waiting for a very long time. It was a big difference from Adam’s own long existence. Adam had spent centuries feeling lost angry and without purpose.
A warm smile spread across Philip’s round face. It chased away some of the serious sad look he had before. He moved a little closer to Adam. His portly energy form moved with a surprising grace. He placed a comforting hand on Adam’s ethereal shoulder.
The touch was light. But it felt like a friendly gesture a sign of understanding between them. "After all these many many years," Philip said. His voice sounded genuinely warm and a little bit happy. "You are only the second Spirit I have met since our dimension was destroyed."