The Two Lives Of Aaron Wade: The Gamer And The Heir 29 The Trial Of The First Ring V : The Coven Of Angeles

Martha didn't know it yet, but she had now become an important piece on the chess board that was the island of Patmos. And it might be too early, but I had already designated what piece she was, and which role she was going to play. And that was queen!

The taxi came to a stop in front of a villa that was smack dab at the edge of the boulevard. Though there were more villas after it, this one was nestled in between two branches, and nestled into the tree like a tree house or a birds nest.

The taxi parked at the villa's dock, and waited there as me and Martha alighted. She gave the driver instructions to wait as she led me to the villa, whose ma.s.sive double doors opened on command. The doors opened up into what I would have really loved the Wade manor to look like.

It was big, clean, and very sci fi, but there was also a significant amount of nature within the house. The two stairs to the top floor were made from wood that actually had vines of purple, red and blue flowers growing from it. It was beautiful, but I didn't have enough time to enjoy the beauty of the villa before the doorbell rang.

I turned to Martha and raised an eyebrow at her. She looked just as surprised as I was, but it didn't stop me from asking.

"are you expecting someone?"

"No! Are you." She asked back.

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way back to the doors and opened it a bit. I was even more surprised when I saw who was behind the door, but then I remembered she had said that I needed to meet with my sponsors or something like that. My visitor, was invariably the elven minister.

"Well, you're even more impressive and handsome up close than I thought you would be." She said to me the moment she walked into the villa

"Well then you'll be the first person apart from my mother to think so."

I answered as the elven minister made her self at home even before I could. Martha gave the elven minister a deep bow and mumbled and excuse, asking to leave. I offered to see her off, a little put off by being left alone with the elf.

Before she could get into her taxi she turned to me suddenly and said.

"You have to be careful about the elven minister, her reputation precedes. And she's not someone to be taken lightly."

"And what reputation is that?" I asked.

"She has a thing for young, talented and exotic men. Men with a bright future, men with true power. None of them last long enough to achieve their full potential, and those that do, end up becoming a part of her harem of highly talented men. Each and every single one of them a thrall to her wiles and viles. Please be careful, I'm counting on you."

The Martha got into the taxi and left, taking with her, her innocent scent of peach and apples. But what she left behind struck a chord within me. I was supposed to start playing this game at level 0,in a starter city, along with other newbies.

But I was dumped in the middle of an ocean, had to experience a whole lot of misfortune, and now I'm smackdab within the radar of the ruling powers of this game. Even though this is as much a recipe for disaster as it is for great success, my string of bad luck aside. Everything just seemed so convenient.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I made my way back into the villa. Keeping my eye on the elven minister as she drank wine(which I didn't know I have) form crystal wine gla.s.s(which I also didn't know I have!). I couldn't read her, yes she was drop dead beautiful, and apparently she was also a cougar that preyed on younger men, but she just seemed so...…..blank.

"I take it you've heard about my ill.u.s.trious reputation?" she suddenly asked me as she sat down, crossed her legs and leaned back. The b.u.t.ton of her suit was a little to open to be considered normal.

"If you wish to call it that, then yes. I've heard of your rather disreputable reputation." I answered her as I sat down.

"Well don't bother yourself thinking too hard about it, they're all true." She said to me as her golden irises gazed at me.

"Well that's good! We can skip all the pretense and the bulls.h.i.+tting that comes with politics. Let's get down to business woman, what do you want?" I said to her with a straight voice.

"first of all, my name is not woman boy! Its Lerrianderlei. But you can call me Minister Rian. As for what I want, it's the same thing the church of Adonai, and the organization Shade wants. We want you."

*blink* *blink*

"That doesn't explain anything miss Rian. Can you give me a little more detail." I said to her as I moved to the edge of my seat, making it seem as if I was attentively listening to her.

"An alliance has been formed between the church of Adonai, The elven Kingdoms, and Criminal organization shade. From this alliance, a special squad of the best soldiers are going to be chosen from all walks of life and put together to combat the threats that our universe would face. We aim to foster true peace, and we're going to be doing it with any means necessary. That's why we need you, think of this as a recruitment for a clandestine secret society or organization."

Okay, so that's not what I expected. But everything is still under control right? Because I was worried. She had told me everything, because she was sure I wouldn't say no. Which means she has a failsafe for if I do refuse, and to be honest I don't think it would work out well for me.

"It seems like you want to start a war. That can't be good for business." I said to her

"of course it isn't, that's why we made this organization. This war can not be fought openly, it would leave a stain on our nations and organizations, and the loss of life and resources would be way too much. The best way would be to fight a secret war, a war that targets information circulation, resources and resource management, men and women in power who have abused it and overstayed their lease in life. You among many others would be given missions ranging from a.s.sa.s.sinations, to infiltrations, theft, sabotage, underground dealings, etc. So what do you say?"

Why was this scene all too familiar? Did I not just experience this with Zephyr a few minutes or was it over an hour ago. Now something similar was replaying itself, right in front of me. It was weird, and I was getting a strange sense of Deja vu.

"I'll do it, but on one condition." I said to Rian.

"And what condition is that?" she asked me with a smile.

"I would not be relegated to the shadows indefinitely. In fact if you want to utilize me best, you have to put me in a place where the whole universe can see me, and love me. Doesn't mean I'm not down for the clandestine missions, but you need a beacon of light and good to be the face of your operations. I want to be that light."

"Interesting proposition, but I'm afraid that's something you have to earn. There are more than four hundred candidates for that position, and each and every single one of them are being watched and graded closely. If you want it, you'll have to earn it. But aside from that, any of the thing you do for us will see you duly rewarded.

If you want to be this 'light' that you spoke about, you will have to fight the others and outs.h.i.+ne them with your performance. If you do that, you'll get what you want. So do you agree?"

"Yeah where do I sign up."

"You already have. Congratulations Aaren Seven, you're now a part of the Coven Of Angeles."

[You have joined the faction 'Coven Of Angeles'. + 1 to all stats, +3 skill points]

"Well my job here is done. You'll receive routine missions from us whenever they're available, so be ready. Now I'll give you a few tips, the phone on your wrist, is just a simple account review device. Have it upgraded at a workshop in the city, and get a few change of clothes. Also upgrade your security, but I think I'll take care of that myself, so don't worry. The Patmosians would definitely try to keep an eye on you. But don't worry, the Villa is not bugged or spelled yet, so nothing we've said has been heard.

Next you should get a mode of transportation, it's too much of a ha.s.sle going up and down the elevator. And finally in regards to your trial task, I suggest you get your a.s.s to Medusa Alpha Sigma. It's a moon whose Terra formation turned out pretty badly, so it's now a planet where old s.h.i.+ps, mechas, computers, pirates and the poor go to die. M.A.S also had some of the best hackers, engineers and blacksmith in the galaxy, so as soon as you get your s.h.i.+p, you should employ some, or preferably someone talented enough in all three. I'll have a transport ready on your dock in three hours. Make sure you take care of everything else, and you're ready to roll. You can't afford to fail at the first trial."

Then she turned around and left, swinging her hips from left to right in a rather extreme manner. But the force was strong within me, resisting such feminine wiles is child's play to me. (Thank G.o.d! She's gone.)

Now that I was alone, Sky turned back into her animal form, and ran off, probably towards the kitchen. I wasn't too worried she'll hurt herself, because we were connected. But at least now, I could take a look at my stat page.

Name: Aaren/ Level: 20(35.472.480/104.857.600)/ Cla.s.s: Ventus Draconis Vindex

Race: Dragon Kin Tribrid(Dragon/High Elf/Human)

t.i.tle: Thrill Seeker/ One With The Wind

Faction: Elemental Dragon Race/The Coven Of Angeles

Reputation: <>

Strength: 26/ Const.i.tution: 11/ Agility: 26/ Dexterity: 16 Intelligence: 26/ Wisdom:12

Hp 425/425(equip bonus +) MP 332/332(equip bonus +)

Stat points:0 Skill points:19

Skills: <>

Friends: <>

As if I needed any more proof. In lost Descendants online, the true power of a player relied mainly on the equipment rather than their stats. Of course their stat gives them an added bonus, and small as it looks, it still gives players and edge over their enemies.

But with this done, I had to logout for a bit. Everything I've done from, winning my fifth fight to receiving a cla.s.s, to getting a villa and joining a secret organization had happened to me under two hours. So without a doubt, I still had a lot of time to kill, and I had to check up Ron. At least for an hour or so.

"Log out."