Chapter 44: Anger & Worry
Zhan swore under his breath, his hand clenching the hilt of the sword until his knuckles were white. In front of him, the slab of jade sat as cool and undisturbed as before.
Why?
Why?!
WHY?!
The boy angrily flung the sword at the slab of jade. The blade made contact with the rock, flashed, then shattered.
Zhan stared at the mess of metal on the ground and swore again. Things weren’t just going from bad to worse, they were... they were... he couldn’t find the words to describe it.
"Careful of the sharp bits when you sweep all that up," said a voice.
Zhan turned to find Morgan sauntering down the set of metal stairs bolted to the cave wall. He gritted his teeth and folded his arms, bells around his wrist lightly tinkling. Things were even worse than worse. How did the man even know to come to this cave? Zhan thought he’d been careful but clearly he’d missed something.
"What do you want?" he spat as Morgan’s feet touched down onto the cave’s wet ground. The man walked to the shards of sword by the jade and stooped to pick up the hilt.
"Ling’s getting impatient. She wants us to finish up the job with the Raging Waters Dragon," said Morgan as he turned the hilt over in his hands. He held it up to his eye and looked down where the blade had been moments earlier then lowered it.
"I thought that was your job," said Zhan. He walked to the jade slab, held out his hand with the palm facing outwards and recited a few words. The jade gleamed then darkened, becoming as unremarkable as the rocks around it.