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That night, while the rest of the troop was dining, Dante slipped through the tents and over the small gate that had been set up for protection, and ran out into the forest, afraid of what would happen if he was discovered deserting the military. Rain splashed down heavily by the time he got to the edge of a large forest, and he slept inside a large, dead tree. When he awoke, he immediately was on his feet, not recognizing his surroundings. The tree was gone, as was the entire forest. He examined his surroundings: a small compartment above him, seats lining the room-which was rocking steadily sinse he awoke- and the sound of horses. He was in a carriage. Somebody was sitting across him who had not been there seconds earlier. A hood shadowed his eyes, although a soft chin protruded from the shadows. The black cloak he was wearing was peculiar in pattern-the chest and waist were skin-tight, then seemed to shoot out from there as one would normally. there were small chains and zippers in some places, showing pockets and pullstrings unknown. A large black swordbelt was tied tight across his waist, and a broadsword of magnificent quality strapped to that. When the dark figure spoke, it was slow-although the voice was somewhat soft and full of emotion. "Welcome, Dante" the man said, a smile coming to the shadowed face. "Who are you?" Dante demanded, putting a hand to his swordbelt, only to realize that it was laying on the floor, under the man's boot. "Call me a friend... a messenger from the Order." The carriage stopped, and he stood, his motions fluid and perfected. Leaving Dante's sword on the carriage floor, he unlatched the door and stepped out into the rain. Dante quickly strapped his sword back to him securely, and followed the man, unsure if this was fiction or truth. "Where are we?" he asked, positive that his answer would not be clear until he found out himself. "This is my castle..." He said simply, and he started walking towards a looming structure above them. Thunder revealed the outline of a large castle with many long towers and steeples. Dante followed, not wanting to be out in the rain for too much longer. The large gates opened when the Dark figure stepped close, as did the large wooden doors. Dante stepped into the entrance hall, that was well-lighted and warm, with beautiful paintings and artwork scattered across the walls. The man payed no attention, instead moving straight through the doors at the end of the hall. Dante tried to follow, but the doors closed and clicked, and when he tried the handle it was locked. The man's voice came from behind him. "Welcome to the Order of the Burning Blade, Dante Black." The man closed the large main doors, and pulled down his hood. He had deep violet eyes, as was his hair. "How...?" Dante could not express his question as he thought. 'how could he get from one place to another in the blink of an eye?' "I have many more powers than teleportation, young child" He smiled, and continued. "...As does your father" Dante looked at him with speculation, and said "My father died years ago... you must be thinking of the wrong man." He watched this mysterious figure, not knowing what he would do next. The voice that came from behind him this time made him shudder. It was Dante's voice exactly. "Thank you, Zephiel. I knew you would find him faster than any here" Dante spun, seeing another amn in a similar cloak. His hair was silver like Dante's, but it's length and beauty was amazing. His blue eyes shone as though they were peering into his very soul. "Well, I must thank you brother for the compliment." Zeohiel said. "I will leave you to alone to... reminisce" Dante looked behind him for the man who led him in, but nobody stood in the doorway. He looked back to the man who had thanked Zephiel, and asked "Who are you?" "Had he not told you? I am your father"
Jareth Black · Sun Dec 26, 2004 @ 09:22pm · 0 Comments |
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