“I brought it up earlier” I reply, as you lightly kiss my cheek and pick up a glass to take a sip. “Who were you talking to?” “Just the fron...t desk, ordered another bottle” I say, smiling at you and winking. We sit like this for a while. Talking and laughing. Teasing each other with words as we drink the Champagne. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Startled, you jump up and run to the corner of the room. You’re a married woman, and afraid of whom may be on the other side of the door. I get. That little stunt you pulled the other day seriously pissed me off!" Ray growled. "I thought this was the way you wanted it!" John hissed. "No, not with you taking credit for EVERY idea I came up with, I only agreed to this so I could work freer. Thing is you are pushing it further than I thought you would, you want to dissolve this partnership right now? I have no problem with that! Let me know when you come to your damn senses!" Walking out the outer door I slammed it shaking several. As per the name, he swung down with the halberd like he was performing a beheading, and the moment the blade touched the ground, it was like a mortar round had gone off. A chest-thumping explosion was heard and dirt and rock were sent flying in all directions. Originally, what would have simply buried his weapon in the dirt, had now opened up a crater the size of a bathtub. Just as incredible, the intensity of the mana flowing from the halberd had not lessened in the slightest, nor did Trevor. She and I sat on the bed and Dad was in a chair across from us. It seemed like a hundred questions were asked and answered. I told them about my travels, the places I had worked and the people I had met. Then the big question was asked. ‘When are you coming home son?’ I think Dad beat Mom with the question by about one second. ‘Don’t know, not for awhile yet,’ I answered. I went on to explain that I needed to get my head around William and Shelley. Somewhere as I was riding, I realized that I.