The Magic Wand

Solis didn't let go of Noir until they reached home. When they entered the house, Butler Hans and Auntie Fiona were immediately stunned and then anxious at Noir's bloodied condition. Delta had called in earlier and requested Butler Hans to prepare a room for his treatment, but no one had expected that Noir would be in such a terrible situation! He looked like he was an inch away from his last breath!

Solis put Noir down on the clean bed in the room prepared by Butler Hans.

"You got the sword, right?" Jovis asked Solis quietly. "Anthem – he is back, isn't he?"

Solis nodded absently. The two sword spirits had gone quiet – but he had been warned earlier by them, fortunately, so he didn't panic…yet.

"Where did you find him?" Jovis asked.

Solis shrugged. "There was a package on my desk – in my study," he replied dully. "How do we heal Noir…?" he murmured, a lost look in his normally sharp grey eyes. The metallic lustre was gone now.