“Tastel, of Targrane’s cohort.”
“They are mighty warriors of the Lord.”
Appearing by his side Puleyn looked towards Kendra, “Kendra?” he then acknowledged Tastel.
“Where do we go to see Chralane?” asked the Nephilim.
“Follow me,” advised Puleyn as he started towards the house of Chralane.
The house of Chralane was in the east quarter of Salem. There were many houses and all were slightly different. From the roof of his abode, sheltered by an awning, Chralane saw them coming.
“Who is this I see?” asked the priest.
“Chralane I assume,” guessed Kendra as he stopped to look up at the man of God.
Chralane quickly got up and descended the steps to greet them at the door. “I had a feeling I would be useful to somebody today.”
The giant introduced himself, “I am Kendra, this is my son Chelnuk and our friend Nimen.”
“Come in, come in,” said the priest as he stood back from the door and beckoned them inside.
It was sparsely furnished, a table, two chairs and a cupboard for food. There wasn’t even a rug to decorate the wall. Kendra sat in one of the chairs, Chelnuk and Nimen leant on the table. It creaked a little.
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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'...
