Ian looked over one of his dead father's old books. He found its
contents rather fascinating and paced about the room as he read. He soon
found himself at the fireplace and paused there, resting a foot on the base
of the fireplace.
He lifted his head up in stunned confusion at the faint call of his name. He gazed at the direction the sound had come from, the raging fire before him.
A face slowly formed in the fire and continued to speak, "Assume the mantle. Assume the mantle before it's too late. There are others."
Ian knew too well who it was. Rather disgusted, he looked to the image in front of him. Ian bitterly ground out one word, "Father."
He raised a hand as if to cover the spot where the image had been moments before. Even in death, his father wanted to possess the Witchblade. Even in death, his father tried to control him. Even in death, his father tried to tell him what he felt he should be doing.
Did his father feel Ian was not fulfilling his obligation to protect the latest wielder of the Witchblade? Did he truly believe Ian did not know there were others? Yes, Ian would still continue to advise Sara of that fact, but it was her decision whether to heed or ignore his warnings.
In fact, Ian thought as he abruptly closed the book he held, he would go to her apartment and make another attempt at informing her that she had more to worry about than common criminals, newly acquired gifts from the Witchblade, and Ian's honor-bound duty to protect her.
END
He lifted his head up in stunned confusion at the faint call of his name. He gazed at the direction the sound had come from, the raging fire before him.
A face slowly formed in the fire and continued to speak, "Assume the mantle. Assume the mantle before it's too late. There are others."
Ian knew too well who it was. Rather disgusted, he looked to the image in front of him. Ian bitterly ground out one word, "Father."
He raised a hand as if to cover the spot where the image had been moments before. Even in death, his father wanted to possess the Witchblade. Even in death, his father tried to control him. Even in death, his father tried to tell him what he felt he should be doing.
Did his father feel Ian was not fulfilling his obligation to protect the latest wielder of the Witchblade? Did he truly believe Ian did not know there were others? Yes, Ian would still continue to advise Sara of that fact, but it was her decision whether to heed or ignore his warnings.
In fact, Ian thought as he abruptly closed the book he held, he would go to her apartment and make another attempt at informing her that she had more to worry about than common criminals, newly acquired gifts from the Witchblade, and Ian's honor-bound duty to protect her.
END