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The Captain of the Guard
The Captain of the Guard
By Lonelyrider
In this Mother's Day story, brothers Simon & Bruce accompany their dad and grandad to work as part of their budding internships & future careers.
Story Highlights:
Mother's day niceties
Lads
Commander
Troop
Spellcasters
Swordsmen
Roles
Male bonding
Leader
Fatherly
"Oh, I see you brought Bruce along. I brought Monty." Abaddon, the boys grandfather told his son James, who was Captain of the Warlock's Personal Security Force. James knelt down and opened his beefy arms for a hug from Simon, who gave him one and a kiss, getting both back as his father stood up with a proud grin at his sons with his hands on their shoulders.
"Look Bruce, I asked grandpa to help me make this perfume for mom for Mother's Day." Simon showed his brother. James smiled lovingly down at his boys with approval; one of Simon's areas of study with his warlock grandfather included chemistry and potion-making.
"Yeah, same here, actually. Dad was just wondering how mom liked her presents he sent and she sure did! He got her a huge bunch of purple irises and a long fur coat. She couldn't stop snuggling herself in it & sniffing the flowers. So, dad helped me make this for her, with help from the smith."
"Oh cool, a dagger." Simon admired what his brother showed him, a long but female-friendly dagger with its handle wrapped in pink cordage for grip.
"Yeah, I made her a bigger one than any she had, for her missionary trips and stuff. Before dad sent for me, Henri and Marty gave her a pink bead and pearl bracelet they'd made for her. Dad says we're taking her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner too. I think she's gonna like this stuff." Bruce bragged confidently, gently sheathing his mother's dagger on the belt he wore.
"Dad, it was great of you to help Monty make that gift for Lonely, thank you." James told Abaddon with a clap on his arm, Abaddon looked away, not one to dwell on what he considered mush.
"Eh, it isn't anything, my boy. Your son just wanted to do it for the holiday, and I obliged him. It isn't hard to do. Monty just had to do some flower harvesting, isn't that right, boy?" Abaddon said, pride in his grandson clear as he looked at him and ruffed up his hair; Simon gave a little chuckle and James beamed, feeling a mix of slight jealousy but more compersion at the bond growing between his dad & son. It pleased him.
"Yeah pop, grandad had me go get buds to make the brew. He's right, it wasn't hard. Oh." Simon gasped as his grandfather steered him away, and James mouthed "I love you" to Simon and waved at him.
"Love you too, pop, Brucie." Simon said, looking up at his grandfather towering over him.
"It is time for Monty to observe our warlock counsel meeting. With your permission, of course, James?" It was clear Abaddon expected free reign with Simon from his expression and tone as the other warlocks waited for them, but he needn't have worried. Despite his slight jealousy, James was more than happy to let his father have that, especially seeing how Simon was having a good time.
"Yes, of course dad, as long as Monty wants to, and I can see that he does. Go on, son. Have a good time."
"Of course he does. Come, Simon. Boys." Abaddon nodded to his fellow spellcasters and then James and his geared up sword-wielders. "Bruce, you stay out here with your father and his men. Warlocks and future warlock only, I'm afraid, my boy. Come." Abaddon proceeded the group and Simon followed, waving bye to his dad and brother who waved back, and the men went inside and James and his four men took up a guard's position about the door the warlocks had just gone into, as Bruce smiled and played, doing handstands.
"That's okay, I like it out here with you guys best anyhow. Oh, really, dad?" Bruce gasped as his dad squatted and gave him not only a fond, approving smile but also boy-sized armor, a child's bow and quiver and a sword and small shield for his arm.
"I can do one better, Brucie. How would you like to be our scout for my squad? I talked it over with my boys while we were having lunch, and they all approved." James told his excited boy warmly.
"Oh wow, truly? Oh yeah, sweet! I mean uh, what do I uh, do though?" Bruce asked, thanking James as his dad helped him into his armor, weapons and gear. James's men smiled at Bruce with almost as much endearment as his father, finding him cute.
"Well son, a scout walks ahead and or patrols the area, and if he sees any enemies or trouble, he signals his army. He can also serve as a light duty spy. You go practice, and fire an arrow into the air if you see anything. Now, not too far, dear! Have fun, champ." James bent and kissed his son's head, who hurried off with an excited uttered
"Alright!"
James watched his boy practice his new apprenticeship position eagerly, James's face affectionate and dignified, and he stood tall, his chest puffed like his men and his pike crossed with theirs in a guard stance as within their sight but exploring further out, young Bruce inspected every unexplored crevice around the warlock compound, even climbing up trees to scan the horizon.
"There you go, Brucie! Good job, we can't even see you once you got up there in the canopy! There's a mini telescope in your supply bag, try it out!" James called, leaning his heavy pike against his chest and funneling his voice through his hands to his son. Bruce did, gasping in awe at the sight of the sprawling, peaceful horizon. All was quiet at the moment, butterflies winging in a distant windy field in the scope of his telescope. Bruce slid down the tree and excitedly ran up to his dad and his men with a salute, drawing chuckles of approval and another proud, fond look from James.
"No threats sighted, sir! I'm gonna go check the uh, left perimeter fence."
"Wait one moment first, loyal scout. In honor of your first successful mission." James handed Bruce a pack of bubble gum, which he eagerly took and popped into his mouth, figuring out how to use it as he did. In a few moments, Bruce was back. "All clear?" James teased sweetly.
"Yeah, nothing. They must be scared of you guys. I mean uh, of us." Bruce added proudly, thumping himself in the chest. The men grinned at each other behind James, who was all aglow with pride.
"Scared of you, probably. Now, remember, on more dangerous missions, we can't use bubblegum. It could give us away. But for today's practice, you should be fine, son."
"Whoa, you mean I get to be your scout like, all the time?" Bruce gaped. James chortled warmly.
"You sure can, if you like it and wish to! & if you find that you do enjoy it, when you get bigger, you can even join the guard. Oh, if you want to, that is, of course. Maybe someday, sweetie, if you want it and like it, you will be in charge like papa is, when I retire. Or even your own command before then, if you don't want to wait that long. It's up to you."
"Wow. I wanna! I wanna help you fight bad guys, dad! I promise to always do what you say." Bruce gasped in wonder. James chuckled warmly, pleased at his son's reaction to his offer.
"Why, you can, we're so glad to have you on board! Halt, who goes there!" James quickly bristled and stood up, stepping protectively in front of his boy & hearing his men do the same behind him. Bruce gazed past the men from behind their burly armored legs, curious but obedient of his father's wishes. "Oh, it's only you, CrowTalon. Password for entrance clearance, please." James stated in a friendly but firm tone.
"Snake coils." The hooded magic caster said, and with a thunk of their armor, James's men moved aside as James stood erect with a salute and moved his pike out of the way, granting the man entry as he'd spoken the warlock's secret passcode. Warlock CrowTalon went inside to join the casters and Simon watching and learning in their meeting as James and his men took their guard poses back up. James softened warmly at his son, who looked only a little spooked and his boy came to him with a trusting smile.
"I'm sorry about that, honey. I guess I'm a little extra protective with you & Monty around, though I know he's very safe with grandpa and the other locks.' I didn't mean to startle you." James gave Bruce's small but husky arm a fond rub, and Bruce smiled up at his dad's adoring gaze. Bruce looked ahead and copied his father and his father's men, taking up a wide stance and crossing his arms with his sword drawn and shield on his arm, standing next to his enormous sire. James gave Bruce a loving, approving masculine smile and the men looked ahead and guarded in silence, Bruce along with them, as in the tower behind them, Simon learned among his grandfather's warlocks there along with his brother helping guard outside for the rest of James & Abaddon's workday.
Photography credits & shoutout to:https://unsplash.com/photos/a-close-up-of-a-purple-flower-with-yellow-stamen-WV2z_engkb8
By Lonelyrider
In this Mother's Day story, brothers Simon & Bruce accompany their dad and grandad to work as part of their budding internships & future careers.
Story Highlights:
Mother's day niceties
Lads
Commander
Troop
Spellcasters
Swordsmen
Roles
Male bonding
Leader
Fatherly
"Oh, I see you brought Bruce along. I brought Monty." Abaddon, the boys grandfather told his son James, who was Captain of the Warlock's Personal Security Force. James knelt down and opened his beefy arms for a hug from Simon, who gave him one and a kiss, getting both back as his father stood up with a proud grin at his sons with his hands on their shoulders.
"Look Bruce, I asked grandpa to help me make this perfume for mom for Mother's Day." Simon showed his brother. James smiled lovingly down at his boys with approval; one of Simon's areas of study with his warlock grandfather included chemistry and potion-making.
"Yeah, same here, actually. Dad was just wondering how mom liked her presents he sent and she sure did! He got her a huge bunch of purple irises and a long fur coat. She couldn't stop snuggling herself in it & sniffing the flowers. So, dad helped me make this for her, with help from the smith."
"Oh cool, a dagger." Simon admired what his brother showed him, a long but female-friendly dagger with its handle wrapped in pink cordage for grip.
"Yeah, I made her a bigger one than any she had, for her missionary trips and stuff. Before dad sent for me, Henri and Marty gave her a pink bead and pearl bracelet they'd made for her. Dad says we're taking her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner too. I think she's gonna like this stuff." Bruce bragged confidently, gently sheathing his mother's dagger on the belt he wore.
"Dad, it was great of you to help Monty make that gift for Lonely, thank you." James told Abaddon with a clap on his arm, Abaddon looked away, not one to dwell on what he considered mush.
"Eh, it isn't anything, my boy. Your son just wanted to do it for the holiday, and I obliged him. It isn't hard to do. Monty just had to do some flower harvesting, isn't that right, boy?" Abaddon said, pride in his grandson clear as he looked at him and ruffed up his hair; Simon gave a little chuckle and James beamed, feeling a mix of slight jealousy but more compersion at the bond growing between his dad & son. It pleased him.
"Yeah pop, grandad had me go get buds to make the brew. He's right, it wasn't hard. Oh." Simon gasped as his grandfather steered him away, and James mouthed "I love you" to Simon and waved at him.
"Love you too, pop, Brucie." Simon said, looking up at his grandfather towering over him.
"It is time for Monty to observe our warlock counsel meeting. With your permission, of course, James?" It was clear Abaddon expected free reign with Simon from his expression and tone as the other warlocks waited for them, but he needn't have worried. Despite his slight jealousy, James was more than happy to let his father have that, especially seeing how Simon was having a good time.
"Yes, of course dad, as long as Monty wants to, and I can see that he does. Go on, son. Have a good time."
"Of course he does. Come, Simon. Boys." Abaddon nodded to his fellow spellcasters and then James and his geared up sword-wielders. "Bruce, you stay out here with your father and his men. Warlocks and future warlock only, I'm afraid, my boy. Come." Abaddon proceeded the group and Simon followed, waving bye to his dad and brother who waved back, and the men went inside and James and his four men took up a guard's position about the door the warlocks had just gone into, as Bruce smiled and played, doing handstands.
"That's okay, I like it out here with you guys best anyhow. Oh, really, dad?" Bruce gasped as his dad squatted and gave him not only a fond, approving smile but also boy-sized armor, a child's bow and quiver and a sword and small shield for his arm.
"I can do one better, Brucie. How would you like to be our scout for my squad? I talked it over with my boys while we were having lunch, and they all approved." James told his excited boy warmly.
"Oh wow, truly? Oh yeah, sweet! I mean uh, what do I uh, do though?" Bruce asked, thanking James as his dad helped him into his armor, weapons and gear. James's men smiled at Bruce with almost as much endearment as his father, finding him cute.
"Well son, a scout walks ahead and or patrols the area, and if he sees any enemies or trouble, he signals his army. He can also serve as a light duty spy. You go practice, and fire an arrow into the air if you see anything. Now, not too far, dear! Have fun, champ." James bent and kissed his son's head, who hurried off with an excited uttered
"Alright!"
James watched his boy practice his new apprenticeship position eagerly, James's face affectionate and dignified, and he stood tall, his chest puffed like his men and his pike crossed with theirs in a guard stance as within their sight but exploring further out, young Bruce inspected every unexplored crevice around the warlock compound, even climbing up trees to scan the horizon.
"There you go, Brucie! Good job, we can't even see you once you got up there in the canopy! There's a mini telescope in your supply bag, try it out!" James called, leaning his heavy pike against his chest and funneling his voice through his hands to his son. Bruce did, gasping in awe at the sight of the sprawling, peaceful horizon. All was quiet at the moment, butterflies winging in a distant windy field in the scope of his telescope. Bruce slid down the tree and excitedly ran up to his dad and his men with a salute, drawing chuckles of approval and another proud, fond look from James.
"No threats sighted, sir! I'm gonna go check the uh, left perimeter fence."
"Wait one moment first, loyal scout. In honor of your first successful mission." James handed Bruce a pack of bubble gum, which he eagerly took and popped into his mouth, figuring out how to use it as he did. In a few moments, Bruce was back. "All clear?" James teased sweetly.
"Yeah, nothing. They must be scared of you guys. I mean uh, of us." Bruce added proudly, thumping himself in the chest. The men grinned at each other behind James, who was all aglow with pride.
"Scared of you, probably. Now, remember, on more dangerous missions, we can't use bubblegum. It could give us away. But for today's practice, you should be fine, son."
"Whoa, you mean I get to be your scout like, all the time?" Bruce gaped. James chortled warmly.
"You sure can, if you like it and wish to! & if you find that you do enjoy it, when you get bigger, you can even join the guard. Oh, if you want to, that is, of course. Maybe someday, sweetie, if you want it and like it, you will be in charge like papa is, when I retire. Or even your own command before then, if you don't want to wait that long. It's up to you."
"Wow. I wanna! I wanna help you fight bad guys, dad! I promise to always do what you say." Bruce gasped in wonder. James chuckled warmly, pleased at his son's reaction to his offer.
"Why, you can, we're so glad to have you on board! Halt, who goes there!" James quickly bristled and stood up, stepping protectively in front of his boy & hearing his men do the same behind him. Bruce gazed past the men from behind their burly armored legs, curious but obedient of his father's wishes. "Oh, it's only you, CrowTalon. Password for entrance clearance, please." James stated in a friendly but firm tone.
"Snake coils." The hooded magic caster said, and with a thunk of their armor, James's men moved aside as James stood erect with a salute and moved his pike out of the way, granting the man entry as he'd spoken the warlock's secret passcode. Warlock CrowTalon went inside to join the casters and Simon watching and learning in their meeting as James and his men took their guard poses back up. James softened warmly at his son, who looked only a little spooked and his boy came to him with a trusting smile.
"I'm sorry about that, honey. I guess I'm a little extra protective with you & Monty around, though I know he's very safe with grandpa and the other locks.' I didn't mean to startle you." James gave Bruce's small but husky arm a fond rub, and Bruce smiled up at his dad's adoring gaze. Bruce looked ahead and copied his father and his father's men, taking up a wide stance and crossing his arms with his sword drawn and shield on his arm, standing next to his enormous sire. James gave Bruce a loving, approving masculine smile and the men looked ahead and guarded in silence, Bruce along with them, as in the tower behind them, Simon learned among his grandfather's warlocks there along with his brother helping guard outside for the rest of James & Abaddon's workday.
Photography credits & shoutout to:https://unsplash.com/photos/a-close-up-of-a-purple-flower-with-yellow-stamen-WV2z_engkb8
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Angel
Size 640 x 960px
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