On the fifth day of wait, dante and most of the Order collected their armaments and gathered by the main entrance to the keep. Dante took this time to think back on his training, but one thing that Zephiel said would not shut itself out of his head. "If you were a full-blooded vampire, it is possible for you to become much more powerful than any of us... even your father." It was at that moment that he decided to let Zephiel do what he felt necessary, and let him turn Dante into a true Nosferatu. He remembered somebody telling him that Zephiel or Jareth are the only ones that should--the results could be disastrous otherwise. Dante had taking a liking to his new uncle, and it was him who Dante would let blood him. Something about his father... it just did not feel comfortable letting him get so close to him. He took a deep breath, finally being capable of recallig his training, and closed his eyes. He stood quietly leaning against the wall, listening to the outside environments of the large castle. but he was not only listening, he was seeing everything around him, the entire mountainside that the castle was built against as well. Down to each and every flower peddle, each little leaf falling from the large oak trees just outside. And he could feel the enemy--they were close. Very close. His eyes s hot open wide, and he realized what he had been so blind against for the past week. 'the four most prestigious generals of Jonden... James!?' His brother is what he had felt leading a batallion of soldiers, riding on the high saddle of a horse. His sword was in his hand, and he had no idea that his only brother was about to combat him, and Dante was by far the superior of the two. This battle would change a lot in the son of Jareth Black, mostly for the worse.
Jareth Black · Tue Jun 21, 2005 @ 01:03am · 1 Comments |