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"Hello?" he shouted down a long hallway. He stood silently for a few seconds, and when no answer came he started back towards his room. There, to his utmost suprise, a figure was sitting at his personal desk, hunched over with a cloak over their features. As he stepped closer, he realized that it was a woman, and he said "What are you doing in my quarters?" in a commanding, but not quite convincing voice. The woman turned, and pulled the hood down. She had long blonde locks that fell past her shoulders, and soft green eyes. Her skin was deafly white, and Dante had yet to see this woman before. Why she donned the Order's signature cloak was beyond him. "So, you are the master's son?" she asked, her voice soft and calm. "Yes. Dante... May I ask your name?" Suddenly his clothes felt tight and uncomfortable, and he tossed his vest onto his bed. "My name matters not, halfblood." she said, and stood. "I just wanted to take a good look at your face. "And what do you see?" he asked, suprised at her sudden harshness. "Your father's eyes..." She managed to mutter, and stalked out of his room. Dante stood, confused once more, and a small piece of paper on his desk caught his attention. It was an envelope, labeled to him in thin, wavy letters and in the same blood-red writing that he was used to here in this castle. That feeling of impending doom hit him again, harder this time. He whipped the envelope from the desktop and walked quickly out of his room, looking for the woman who had just left. He was not disappointed to see that she had vanished into thin air, like all of the others seemed to do. He looked down at the envelope, and noticed that in his haste the writing had smeared, and it came to him that it was actually blood, not ink that they had been using.
Jareth Black · Thu May 12, 2005 @ 12:09am · 5 Comments |
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