Ethic found himself standing in an Aisle back in the Library.
"Well, now that that's done for now..."
He looked around, trying to find Ixidor. heard... screaming, wails...Inside his pocket, His Cards were at complete DEFCON 1. the 22 arcana flew out around him, encirling him in a white glow, glyphs burning in the air around him and strange whispering voices in his mind. the power radiating of them was so palpable that it nearly chocked the air. Ethic tried to order them back into their places in the deck, but they refused to respond, apparently set protecting on protecting the young Invoker from an unknown threat, even if he ordered them to stop. the voices were mainly unintelligible, but Ethic caught a few of them...
Judgement...
Judgement...
Judgement...
Final... Judgement...
The Arcana was blazing the brightest of all, hovering in the air as the other cards stayed static. it send out tendrils of white energy, connecting to the cards and creating some type of... for lack of better description, a Matrix Sheild, the grid like by the white energy and the Cards completely surrounding Ethic. Something was completely revoking his control of them.
"What is this!?" He called. The Screeches and wails retreated, shrinking back in seeming terror at the raw Power of the Arcana. It was only then that he Ethic fought to look behind him...
He turned around, noticing hundreds of Shadows standing there, watching him, holding back... he looked around the floor. Open books littered it, along with the decrepit wreckage of a book case, it looked like it had given out from old age...
Damn... that was an awful Idea in hindsight...
Just then a single shadow leaped forward, claws outstended, only to be caught in two in the apex of it's jump. it faded to nothing as the two halves hit the floor. A man in a hood materialized in front of Ethic, a wheel in his hand.he looked familiar....
He stood staunchly between Ethic and the shades, his very presence acting as a barrier between him and them. He turned and looked at Ethic, and the only thing the young man could see in the hooded mans face was a pair of empty, milk white eyes, they had a faint glow to them, just like the cards. Ethic realized who this was.
"You're the hooded man from that rainbow colored space, the one that said something about me being worthy or something..."
The man glanced over his shoulder at the shadows.
"That's right Ethic," He said "I am the man from the rainbow colored space. But my proper name..." The wheel in his hand expanded to several times it's size, Ethic could see that it had carvings in it at every point where a spoke meet with the outer rim. Each of them was a carving exactly the same as the images on the 22 major arcana cards.
"...Is the Keeper of the Wheel." The shadows were acting strangely, moving backwards and then surging forwards towards them, only to stop themselves and repeat the process.
The Keeper taped the Chariot carving on his wheel, causing both the wood and the card to resonate in blue light.
"Get him away from here." He said.
For the very first time, at that moment, Ethic actually heard the Arcana speak. he looked at the Chariot hovering in the air, and could see the faint outline of a man dressed in roman armor with a winged helm.
"Yes, my Lord."
He had no time to react, the moment after the chariot spoke, he was standing in a completely different section of the library, the transportation had been so swift that his mind hadn't even registered it. He heard the voice of the Keeper in his mind.
"Everything shall be explained in due time, Ethic. I shall release the Arcana back to you now."
With that, the cards immediately lost their bright glow and fell out of the air around Ethic. A tingling sensation came to Ethic's hand, then left. He sent out his will and connected with the cards. they didn't respond at first, but gradually Acknowledged his power, rising slowly back into the air and hovering. After a few minutes, he could feel them fully responding to him again. he ordered them back into the deck.
"The keeper of the wheel..." He muttered silently to himself "what he did with the Arcana... Will I be able to do the same eventually?"
With that thought in his head, he again began the search for Ixidor, walking down the Aisle.