"Silva," called Chelnuk.
His own angel materialised before their eyes, "What is the urgency?"
Expectantly Chelnuk looked at his guardian, "Can you make another five bows like this?"
"I do not make bows, I am a guarding angel."
"Do you know who can make us some?"
"Those of Rintel's cohort, they are close to your father."
"Can you contact them for me?"
"I am bound to guard you, if you were in the Bosom it would be safe enough to leave you alone for a while, but I would be punished if I left you for such a paltry reason."
Shaking his head Chelnuk also lifted his hand to his brow, "How are we going to kill giants from a distance with bows like this?" he held the old hunting bow up to show Silva.
"My commander might check on me later, I will see if he can relay the message for you." the angel began to fade back into the spiritual realm.
Looking at Nimen he said, "We will practice with your bow, we will share it for now until we can acquire some more."
"Ha," laughed Nimen, "I am glad you asked me first before you offered it to everyone else. It is my pride and joy you know."
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The Twenty Four
FantasyAs he was being birthed in the Bosom, Kendra was fated to be at war with his own kind. His ancestors, the Twenty Four, were good angels who had been deceived into creating progeny that would eventually be at war with all of the 'giants in the earth'...
