It was night. The seven moons hung in the sky like multicolored pearls on a velvet backdrop. The
Avatar's Temple was bathed in their collective light. All was silent and still. The only noises were that of strange night time birds cooing in the trees, or the soft murmuring of a stream.
Jordan was asleep in his
private apartments, which were situated
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"Hey, Jing," the smaller shadow hissed quietly. "How're we s'posed to find the piece in all this junk?"Patience, Kir," the taller shadow murmured, his voice blending with the low breeze. "It'll show itself to us soon enough ( ... )
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He stretched and yawned, opening bleary eyes and peering about the darkened room.
"Who's there?" he mumbled sleepily. Blinking, he stood and slipped on his house slippers.
Murmuring voiced. Downstairs. Without even bothering to pull on a robe (boxer shorts and an undershirt weren't that immodest anyway), Jordan crept down to the landing, peering through the rails.
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They had what they'd come for, and it was time to go. As the pair faded into the night's darkness, there was a round flash of light -- as if reflected off the surface of a mirror -- and then the feeling of their presence disappeared completely from Oban.
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He dashed down the stairs, but before he could get anywhere near the window, there was a bright flash of light and the thief (along with his accomplice) had vanished. Jordan pulled up short, dumbfounded.
"Where did he--Dammit!" he punched the wall. "I can't believe this! I've been robbed!"
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