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Charles marched across the field, his mind churning with the new information. Was Salene really turning? Was that a true change of heart? Charles felt as if she meant it, deep down inside something told him that Salene was coming around. Instead of heading through the side door he'd exited from, he walked around to the front of the house, entering

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"Do not laugh!" The Guardian commanded suddenly, stopping himself. He stood slowly and walked towards Charles until he was face to face with him, his hot breath reaching out like a creepy hand to touch his face. "Zoot tells us, to Trust is to Triumph. If we do not trust his plans, his work for the ascension, how can we triumph?! What is Zoot?"

Charles paused, he wanted to back away so badly, to have The Guardian in his face like this, oh it was almost sickening. If he didn't worship him as his Lord and Master, he would have reeled and yelled. "Z-zoot is Love," he quickly responded, eyes glancing up to meet The Guardians.

"And how do we win Zoot's love?" His tone was sickeningly sweet now, the wildfire in his eyes ablaze, like a crazy man's would look.

It scared Charles for a second, and he looked away, "Through, through Power and Chaos my Lord," he quickly replied, a shiver running up his spine.

"What is the key to Power and Chaos?!" The Guardian was loud, his voice was raising, and the lilt in his voice made him sound manic.

This had Charles shivering, which he and The Guardian mistook for feeling the power of the words. "Devotion, my Lord," Charles fell to one knee again, his hand in a fist on his chest, his head bowed.