Page 56 - SMITE Official Magazine Issue 20

FICTION
“Yes yes, let me deal with this first. . .” His
staff’s clock began to tick again, though at a strange
pattern. It’s sounds were different somehow, almost
reversed. Over Ymir’s form came a jumble of gears,
gathering around his smashed bits and shifting
them towards where his feet were last standing.
Slowly the gears gathered up into an outline of
his general form, making it appear as if his blurry
ghost was standing before the two, before a brilliant
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flash of blue engulfed the area around him.
Quite suddenly Ymir stood, caught center of one
of Chronos’s trademark gears. With a strange grace
Chronos spun his staff through the fingers of his
right hand as the gear holding Ymir began to turn,
causing the giant to move back in a strange display
until he was rewinding through his approach again,
continuing on and on until he was out of sight.
It was now Neith’s turn to be dumbfounded,
her mouth left ajar at the display. Chronos’ wings
shifted out from behind his back, giving them
some much needed room after having folded
towards the safety of his torso. Turning back to
face the weaver Chronos looked uncannily calm
and an ever aware smirk back on his face.
“Now, what you just did. . . We can’t have
that happen again. The rule’s will apply to you
after you meet the others. For now--” He began
moving past her, his free hand shifting over to
her shoulder and gently pushing her forwards.
“Walk with me.”
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