Alto

Alto quickly ran to Janus to help him stand.

“Keep your eyes on him, ok?” He whispered to the younger boy, looking the opposite direction. The light stung Alto’s eyes.

“The Colombina. You’re a necromancer aren’t you? Talked to pretty miss Angelov. She gave you this didn’t she?” Holken smiled, letting his eyes soak into the light.

“She didn’t give me it, she led me to it,” Janus said through gritted teeth.

“The other half? That’s not possible, I-”

“You absorbed the power of the mask, Mica broke it and hid it somewhere you could never find. I found it and wielded it, you should bow to me,” Janus spat, putting his hand on the half mask and tearing it off slowly. Seeing that Janus was standing up straight again, Alto let go of him and watched. The right side of Janus’s face was burned, scorched exactly like that half of his body. He walked closer to Holken, and this time, the chairman backed away.

“Stop!” Holken commanded.