Chapter CCXCII: Maybe Later ~Travallian

Giving off a faint laugh once he heard Chrono’s reply, Keshi waved one hand in front of him in a slow motion as he shook his head. Reaching back slowly to rest his hands over the armrests, he pushed himself forward, off the seat. Folding his arms together, he glanced over at the window again, finding the sky to be a reddish color. The sun had come up and it would be morning in a mere few hours. Turning back to look at Chrono, he smirked. Putting his hands together, he lightly twisted the ring he wore on his left hand.

“Boy, are you truly interested, or did you just want to avoid choosing? If I talk any longer,” he said with a faint grin. “The humans out there would probably start to wonder if I had any rest or fled through the window. They’re rather fond of me, it seems…which reminds me.”

He glanced at the door then back at Chrono. Remembering Bulaklak, he wondered if she was still there. Stretching back his left arm, he rested his hand along the handle of his emerald sword. With a quick movement of his wrist, he unsheathed the blade in a motion too quick for a normal being’s eye to see. Putting both his hands to its handle, he turned his head to look back at Chrono.

“What are you going to do?” Chrono asked him, resting his Staff of Chronos upon his lap, but still gripped his hands to it.

“One thing I may tell you right now is that I am a Transformation Sage,” Keshi replied in a serious tone. “I may talk to you later, perhaps, but I must speak to someone else right now.”

Closing his eyes, he held his sword so that the blade pointed upward, its tip just past his eyes. Turning the blade so that one flat side was facing him, he and the sword both began to glow in the shade of forest green. Chanting a few words, his eyes rapidly opened. A blinding flash came from him for just a few seconds. When the light cleared, he was in his human form again and his emerald sword was now a jewelled dagger.

Everything about him was completely different except for two features. He still retained fangs and still wore one of his rings. Running a hand through his black hair, he gave out a faint sigh.

“Chrono,” his voice completely changed in this form, Jeremy looked back at the yellow Yoshi. “Whenever you need me, just look for someone with this,” he held his dagger out in front of him, pointing at the small emerald encrusting it before he sheathed it to his sheathe that was latched to his belt. “I’ll always have something emerald on me. Remember that. If you are uncertain, say the word ‘akrinto,’ meaning ‘shape shifter.’ It is a Yenshiko word. Only I and the people of Yenshiko would be able to understand it. I will respond to you by translating the word.”

Turning towards the door, he headed on his way to exit. Tightening the leather gloves he wore, he placed a hand on the knob.

“If you are still tired, I suggest you rest just a bit longer here,” he said as he turned the knob and opened the door. He exited the room, closing the door behind him gently.

As he left the room, Jeremy looked around, catching sight of Bulaklak with two men. With a smirk, he leaned against the wall next to Chrono’s room and watched, crossing his arms together against his chest. While tapping his foot to the floor, he waited to see if Bulaklak took notice of him.