Two days later, Raven returned. Jareth took her aside from the rest of the crowd building around her at the front door, and they spoke in hushed whispers. Dante watched in silence, leaning against a wall next to Zephiel. His father nodded, and dismissed Raven with the wave of his lengthy hand. She scurried off into the nearest bedroom, following her master's orders. He turned and started towards the library, and the rest of the Order disperced slowly through the halls as well. Dante spared a confused glance to Zephiel, but he was already walking away. "Wait, Zephiel!" he said, catching up to him. "What's going on?" "Well, the Order is preparing for an attack. In five days Jonden's army, led by their four most skilled generals are coming to destroy this castle. Did you n ot hear from your father?" Dante looked distraught. "What?" "Oh, yes, now I realize. nevermind. I informed you, so you had best prepare yourself as well." Zephiel stopped at his bedroom door and opened it. He motioned for Dante to step inside, and he did. Zephiel's room was dark, as it had no windows to count for and no light sources save a small candle burning tirelessly on a corner table. "First, we must train you to fight." Zephiel said, taking a seat on his light bed. "I can recognize your skill in swordplay, but if we are going to be going up against the most prestigious army on the continent, you must be aware of your vapiric powers--even as a halfbreed."
Jareth Black · Sun Jun 12, 2005 @ 07:24pm · 2 Comments |