Darkness Unleashed; the Rise of Seth
Chapter one: The captive
I do not own Fablehaven Brandon Mull does.
"Is it time, great one?" the voices hissed from within the dark cell, showing politeness tinged with impatience. The Hall of Dread was a dark and foreboding place, at least to most. Seth felt right here, talking to the wraith that had helped him last summer; talking of mutiny and vengeance. He, Seth Sorenson, was not what he let the world perceive him as: the naive little boy, who though powerful, could not possibly pose a threat in his ignorance. Seth was not the boy who had helped save the world from the opening of Zzyzx not anymore. Training with the aptly named Nero had changed that, unlocking the power that even fellow Shadow Charmers feared had changed that.
There were more of them then the Sphinx lead everyone to believe, the bank robber who got away, the man who talked to voices that weren't there; all were kin, bonded by the power they all shared, the power of darkness. The Sphinx had introduced Seth to some of them; Seth had trained while a stingbulb ate his meals and slept in his bed, learning from his elders, becoming stronger. Truth be told, Seth hated his sister, it was not a the born of envy, but something more cold, something deeper, the same thing that caused hundred year feuds between wealthy families. At first Seth just thought it was his dislike of his sister getting all the attention rearing its ugly head. Thanks to Nero he had realized that it was a hatred engraved in his very genes. He was dark and she was light so of course hate would sprout between the two, it was only natural. However tonight his position would change, to night the plan to put the young fairykind in her place would begin.
Seth snapped out of his daydream. He understood that it was useless to fantasize about outcomes that may not even come to pass. He understood what he was about to do, if this plan failed then he would be stuck in this dungeon too, but he did not care. "Yes, the time has come." Seth intoned with more authority then anyone his age should have possessed.
"Release us great one!" the wraiths chorused from within the cell.
"I will release you only if you agree once more to the terms I have set when we discussed this deal last month." Seth said with a seriousness that could not be questioned.
"We agree great one, release us so that we may serve you!"
Seth continued unfazed by their impatience. "You promise not to harm me or anyone I don't tell you to, you promise to protect and obey me, you promise to meet me in the glade tomorrow night in the glade specified with the hostage, you promise to not draw any attention to yourselves while executing this order, you also promise to not harm the captive in any way."
"We promise great one!" came the chorus of otherworldly voices.
Seth thought about his orders some more and added, "If you cannot avoid a run in with a magical creature that is not Newel or dorean then you are free to feed on them, the captive is not to be eaten, she is a creator that I need on my side so she is of your menu, understood?"
"Yes great one, we understand; the satyrs Newel and Doreen are not to be harmed. And the dryad is to be brought to you alive and not harmed in any way." the wraiths stated. Then the youngest of the three asked a question, "What if she yells sir, what then?"
Seth shook his head at the question, "Gag her with what I give to you, her voice will not be a problem then. She will struggle no doubt, but I trust you three to be strong enough to restrain her.
"Yes great one, it shall be done, she will be yours by midnight that we guarantee."
Seth thought how everything would go from here: it was nine pm already, everyone was asleep, the wraith had three hours to bring her to him, and he had three hours to prepare himself for what would have to be done. Plenty of time, but he still had to work fast on his end, just in case. "I hope this works" he whispered.
The wraiths responded, quick to give more praise, "it will great one, you have the Night Touch, the dryad will side with you."
Seth steadied himself, here goes he thought. "I Seth Sorenson release you from your imprisonment!" Seth said in the language required, the door swung open, and the ghostly trio glided out. Seth was not surprised to see the tallest in the lead. We are free, we serve!" the trio proclaimed.
"Do your duty than, bring her to me."
"As you wish great one" the wraiths intoned before gliding out of the house, and into Fablehaven. Seth watched them go with a small smile on his face.
"Soon sister, we will see who is stronger; soon you will meet my army"
AN: interestingly enough the name Seth is a variant spelling of Set the name of the Egyptian god of darkness, chaos, and sandstorms. Fitting don't you think? Review please or Seth will send the wraiths after you.