Please don't kill me! I read a couple of these fanfics and Daniel seems like a real loner... so I decided to make this story.
Chapter 1
"Please Daniel! Tell me the story again," Hazel pleaded, huddling under the covers of her bed.
"I have already told you a million times," Daniel protested, playfully pushing his little sister.
"Just this last time though! Please," she tried again, tugging her older brother's cuff.
"Oh alright. Move over," Daniel sighed, sitting down on Hazel's bed. A single candle illuminating the dark room.
The wind blew harshly outside, and rain drummed on the roof of the small wooden house.
Their father snored loudly down the hall, so the siblings we careful not to wake him.
Hazel snuggled next to her brother, patiently awaiting for Daniel to begin. He took a deep breath and began to tell his tale.
"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess. Her hair like sunshine gold, and her eyes, gold, like the sun. She was very wise and thoughtful, and was loved by all of the people in the village," Daniel started.
"But her father was very old," Hazel interrupted.
"Shush Hazel, don't interrupt. I was just getting to that," Daniel scolded playfully. Hazel stayed silent, her eyes begging for him to continue.
"But her father, the king, was a very old man. He needed a new heir to the throne, so he called upon his only daughter, and his wife, the queen."
"What was her name," Hazel asked, entranced. Daniel chuckled, his sister already forgotten what he had told her.
"Her name was Rose," Daniel answered, dragging out the silence.
"I'm sorry, please go on," she urged.
"'Annie, my love, my time is coming. There must be a new heir to the throne,'" the king said. The queen blinked away her tears and nodded towards her husband.
"Rose, you are next in line for the throne. I have planned a royal ball, where many princes will attend, asking for your hand. I am leaving the decision of your husband up to you, but you need to find him in two days time."
"But Rose was very stubborn. And did not want to be rushed into marriage," Hazel said.
"Yes she was wasn't she," Daniel said, ignoring her sister's outbursts.
"Abandoning her duties to her kingdom, she ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on her skin, her sparkling tiara thrown hastily to the floor of her palace."
"She ran all the way down to the village, confused and lost, in a flood of tears, when suddenly, the door to the baker's shop opened."
"And then she saw the most handsome man she had ever seen, with long brown locks and big blue eyes," Hazel quoted.
"Yes, and this was the baker's son, just an ordinary peasant. The two fell deeply in love, but the baker's son, Eric, did not know that Rose was the heir."
"As the king lay on his death bed, he swam in the sadness of losing his only daughter, and his kingdom thrown into mayhem. He prayed that Rose would return to take her place."
"She did didn't she," Hazel gasped, shaking her brother's arm.
"Of course she did. She told her love that she was the heir, and had to return to the throne. They wept together for they knew that they could never be together.
"'I will accompany you back to the castle, my love,"' Eric said, heartbroken.
"In the last few minutes of her father's life, Rose burst into the room, Eric at her side, but her father didn't scold, he only smiled."
"'Marry him Rose. Be as happy as I was in my lifetime. I love you my daughter,"' the king said, drawing in his final breath.
"I love you too Father," Rose wept, clutching her father's hand, Eric's arms around her shoulders.
"'Take care of her,"' the king wheezed, before his eyes closed, and never opened again."
"Why did he have to die Daniel," Hazel said, sniffling. Daniel brushed away the stray hairs from her face.
"It's just the way things are Hazel. We are born, we live for a little while, and then we die," Daniel said quietly, not mentioning his sister's illness. She only nodded.
"Rose was very sad about her father, but she and Eric were married, and they lived happily ever after," Daniel finished softly. Hazel could barely keep her eyelids open.
"I wish I had Rose's life," Hazel said dreamily.
"Pleasant dreams," Daniel whispered to his sister, blowing out the candle.
He thought about the story he had told so many times, and wondered what it was like to be in love, or what is was like to embrace a woman, or-"
"Daniel! Are you paying attention," Alexander barked.
Daniel was thrown out of his past, and back to his present.
Daniel bowed his head in shame. It wasn't like he could help it!
It was almost as if he was transported almost. Transported back to his past. He could see or hear nothing else but his own tortured memories.
"I-I'm sorry," Daniel stuttered nervously.
He looked down at his hands and saw he was carrying the bright red flow rod, to fix the broken elevator.
"You do this every time Daniel! We need to find the blue rod, and you just ignore everything I'm saying!" Alexander scolded harshly.
Daniel was taken aback by the old man's temper. Sure he was scolded now and again, but he had never seen the baron this angry.
I didn- I'm sorry," he apologized again. The baron's eyes glittered with anger, but then softened.
"Perhaps you are overtired Daniel. We will return to the Storage tomorrow and finish what we started," Alexander said sternly.
Daniel nodded carefully, and picked up the lantern, holding the light close to him.
He gladly walked toward the door, ready to be away from the darkness of the storage.
But the worst thing about the storage, was the stories the baron told him.
They were about disfigured beings that were once soldiers, but were now monsters with no jaw and razor sharp claws, living only to gather human souls and add them to their collection.
They were rumored to patrol mostly in the storage, but they were found all over the old castle.
What Daniel did not understand, however, was how Alexander explained that the monsters were not the ones in control. That there was something else controlling what they did. Before he could ask the baron what he meant, he was sent off to do more work.
While Daniel was thinking about these horrific monsters and what could be controlling them, he didn't hear the shuffling of the baron behind him.
Daniel turned around to feel something hard collide into his head, and he instantly fell into darkness.
Alexander stood above the unconscious man, feeling very pleased with himself.
He dropped the sack of potatoes carelessly on the floor, and moved to collect the Englishman.
Daniel was so gullible. Not to mention careless and impatient, but for whatever reason, he had to have him.
Alexander smirked naughtily. Soon Castle Brennenburg would be under his complete control, and now that he had Daniel, this could be used to his advantage against her.
The baron chuckled evilly, and collected the Englishman in his arms and began to drag him back to the bed chambers.
Suddenly, he heard a low growl. In his surprise he dropped the unconscious man on the floor, and whirled around to pick up the lantern.
He could see the monster's form in the distance, but felt the slightest twinge of fear when he realized it wasn't one of his.
The gatherer stalked towards him, claws extended. He could see two more monsters appear behind the first, growling just as furiously.
The baron readied himself to call for his brutes. If this was the way she wanted to do it, so be it.
"Sedo vestri," a voice said from within the shadows.
Alexander smirked as he translated the latin language. Calm yourselves.
"You are in our territory baron. Get out," the feminine voice growled. The gathers grunted in agreement. Alexander only chuckled.
"Your fierceness is very intimidating, but I think we both know that the castle is mine," the baron said darkly.
"Not yet vos monasteriense," the voice cussed in the old language. The baron's fingers twitched, itching to get his hands on this women.
"You have fought valiantly, but you are easily over powered, my dear. Surrender yourself, and perhaps I will let the monsters live," Alexander threatened, licking his lips.
The gatherers growled and took several steps forward, daring the baron to continue.
"We will fight. And I will kill you," the voice barked.
"You are easily outnumbered my dear. If a fight is what you want, so be it," Alexander chuckled.
"Adveho," the woman said, and the Gatherers turned and walked back onto the depths of the storage.
The baron turned and collected the flow rod, and the still unconscious Daniel, and turned to leave, thoughts of war and the young woman swirling in his head.
He could almost feel the pair of golden eyes watching him leave.
Little did he know, however, that they weren't watching him, but the helpless man in his arms.
Please tell me if this is stupid or not, lol I really don't know whats wrong with me. This story is going to get a lot better, this was just an intro. Please review and tell me what you think!