Metal Deep 3: Infinite and Forever Read Online Free Page B

Clans of Oldwood ... Protectors of Falor, and keepers of the Calodan Shard.
     
    “Hades? Like the god of Hell?” I said not able to hide my disbelief.
     
    “Like the ancient family name the stupid myth was likely contextualized from. We think there was a distant cousin who got into some debt with some imaginative Greeks, and thus came the negative legend as recompense. Really, your guess is as good as mine. It’s sometimes a stigma, but we have spent centuries trying to turn it back into a name of honor. We are proud of our family and of those whose name we share, family or otherwise. In fact, I was even named after one of the founders of Falor. He was the first to ever use Dragonstones, and he was the first, and greatest, Infinite to have ever lived. I hope to one day revive the ways of the Infinite. I want to bring honor to the name.”
     
    “Not much of an Infinite if he’s not still living.” I joked.
     
    Scion did not share my humor.
     
    It was that kind of crowd. I tried to recover. “Well he sounds like someone in whom the Hades family should be proud.”
     
    Scion shook his head, “Oh no! Scion wasn’t a Hades.”
     
    I was paying more attention to sucking the marmalade residue from my glove, than to what he was saying, as I asked, “Well, okay who was he?”
     
    My body involuntarily stopped breathing after he eagerly answered, “He was a Thantosa.”
     

 
     
     
     

     
     
     
    SINCEREST FORM OF FLATTERY
     
     
     
    I tossed for a couple of hours. I slept very little. All I could hear in my mind was Scion’s young eager voice say the name “Thantosa” over and over. Had this been Largo’s plan? Is that why he sent me? I felt like I was being sucked into this unknown Thantosa lineage, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be. Don’t get me wrong, they seemed like swell folks, and every new piece of information that came to light made them seem like they were the Kennedy’s of their day. But that was long past. I wasn’t out to remake broken family lines, walk in former footsteps, or even live in old shadows. I wanted to stop the Street Vipers, and then go back to try and merge as many of mine and Maeve’s days together as possible.
     
     A little before noon I cleaned up and helped myself to a large loaf of cherry and sugar bread Scion left out for me. There was a note saying to eat as much as I liked. More dangerous words have never been written. One of the benefits of being village protector was that he got as much food as he wanted, so if I needed more, all I had to do was ask. Thoughtful kid, I liked him more and more. I finished it off and then chased it down with another pot of that awesome citrus tea he left warming on the stove.
     
    I walked around before finding everyone up at the pavilion where the Hades brothers had been laid. I paid my respects quietly from afar before wandering back around through the emptied village. I wondered what exactly I was supposed to do there. That morning before I left, Largo’s instructions had been two simple words, “Go and Help.” For a man who loved to talk so much, it was a great time for him to get quiet and cryptic. I decided I would hide his Ale stash and his pipe when I got back. That would show him.
     
    After I was sure I had seen just about all there was to see, my Cyborg hearing caught commotion off in the distance behind one of the big waterfalls that rumbled behind the village. It took winding down a few paths to get there, which gave me more of a chance to sightsee areas I had missed. I loved all the little quaint homes, elegant stone paths, countless bridges, and every-kind-of-fruit tree you could think of. I envisioned myself living there when I spotted an open grassy land-bridge up between two trickling fountain springs. It was a perfect spot for a little house. What if?
     
    Finally, hidden behind some clover and elfseed bushes, I found a rocky path that led behind the ground-shaking falls. I snuck quietly up to a large