Darren backed away from the left wall, and the mysterious pictures it held of Gavner. It was brilliantly done, and Darren was once again astounded by the artistic abilities of his friend. The elaborate depictions were magnificent, and Darren had never seen anything like them.

He backed away though, towards the middle of the room and over to the desk where he had set down the book of illustrations. He flicked through it, and saw the similarities between those drawings and the ones on the wall. The same detail, the same steady lines. He set the book back down and turned to leave, when he saw the other side of the room.

Similar to the left side, the right had a piece of parchment paper stretching all along it, from top to bottom. But the pictures were very different. Instead of scenes they held people. Huge, life-size drawings of about a dozen people, all colored, and almost perfect.

Starting with Mr. Crepsley. With his orange hair combed in it's normal position, and his green eyes appearing to sparkle in the dim glow of the moss. He was clad in a brilliant red suit, with a cape. It was a vest, and red undershirt, along with red trousers and a pair of black shoes. He was smiling, an oddity in itself, and the scar adorning the left half of his face made it appear to stretch all the way up to his forehead. He looked happy, one of the only times Darren had ever seen him that way. Above his head, in gold writing it read, "Larten Crepsley".

Next to his mentor was Arra Sails. She had her arms crossed in front of her, but her face told that she had been laughing. Her windswept ebony hair was pulled over one shoulder, and her gray eyes contrasted with her pale skin. She was wearing a black top and black pants, along with a pair of female shoes that Darren didn't know the name for. Identical to Mr. Crepsley's, written in gold lettering was "Arra Sails", above the picture.

Third was a vampire that Darren didn't now. He had spiky black hair and had a confused expression on his face, but he was smiling. He reminded Darren a lot of Gavner. He was wearing a black suit, black jacket, a white shirt, black dress pants with a belt, and a pair of dress shoes. His eyes were deep brown and reminded Darren of chocolate syrup, and he had deep laugh lines etched in a round his eyes. "Patrick Goulder", was the name given at the top.

Next to who was apparently Patrick was Seba Nile. The old quartermaster's face had half of his mouth turned up into a smile, and his white hair combed back on his head. He was wearing a black outfit, with a red cloak. He normally dressed in pure red, like Mr. Crepsley, so it was odd for Darren to see him in black. The old man's sparkling blue eyes twinkled out at Darren form where he was standing, like his friend was actually standing in front of him. Sure enough, above his head in gold writing, "Seba Nile" was scrawled across the top.

The there was Vanez Blane. He was wearing a pure green outfit, and black cloak with matching shoes. His eye was missing, and of all the pictures, he looked the most natural. His mouth was turned upward in a small smile, like if anything happened it would go away, but it was steady and reliable the rest of the time. His remaining eye was charcoal black and seemed to be looking straight at Darren form where he was standing. It was an odd sensation, like he was being followed. In elegant cursive it read "Vanez Blane", above the games master's head.

Sixth was none other than Kurda Smahlt. Like always a smile played across his face, and in his hands was what appeared to be mapmaking equipment. His blonde hair was shiny, and looked like it had been washed, a rarity for the mountain, and his blue eyes sparked with life as he stood in the picture. He was wearing his usual light blue button-up shirt, black pants and black dress shoes. Above him "Kurda Smahlt" shone in bright gold wording.

After Kurda was Paris Skyle. The vampire prince. His long beard was hanging down his front and his usual grey robes rested on his body. He had the thoughtful look that he always seemed to have, and his eyes gazed upon something far away. "Paris Skyle", it said, above the elderly vampires head.

Next to him was Mika Ver Leth, raven hair swept behind his body, a brooding expression on his face. He was dressed all in black, his usual attire, and his eyes were cast sideways, looking at something next to him. He had the same frown lines Darren had always seen him with and looked as intimidating as ever. "Mika Ver Leth" adorned the top of the page.

Sure enough, next to Mika was Arrow. The bald prince's tattoos, black as night against the skin of his head. He was frowning as he gazed out, his deep brown eyes looking rather lethal. He was wearing black pants, and a sort of warp thing that came over one shoulder and under the opposite arm. "Arrow" was etched in gold above his head.

Darren gasped as he reached the end of the wall. Smiling back at the half-vampire, was himself. He was wearing the outfit he had used to travel in on the trip to Vampire Mountain. A dull knit gray sweater and matching pants. His own blue eyes gleamed, and all his teeth showed as he grinned. "Darren Shan" shone brilliant gold above his head.

Looking at all the people drawn across the paper, Darren couldn't help smiling to himself. These people were his family now, and the thought made him happy.

(A/N) The first chapter was Gavner's trials of intitiation! Congrats to all the people who figured that out! LOL :)