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Night In The Castle: A Darkness Decided

Chapter Three: The Fire's Of Revolution

Narcissa stood on the bridge of the flagship Potter's Helm, this ship was of the same class as Isengard's Fury, both large and powerful, were always ready for battle. After the success of Isengard's Fury it was put into motion to make six other ships of the same class, while also building and designing small drop ships and fighters. She glanced around the bridge at all of the crew who went about their jobs, smiling to herself, knowing full well the faith that his Majesty Isengard had put in her when he had given her and her husband the station of Lord and Lady of the Empire; of course Lucius Malfoy was still in prison, but he would be released eventually, and he would be expected to take of the title of Lord Malfoy. But until that time, she would act in his place, and she would rule with an iron fist.

Narcissa turned to one of the officers on the deck, "Captain, alert me when Gabrielle Delacour wakes, I shall be in my cabin." The man, nodded and saluted her as she walked away, "General, walk with me." The man in question; Marcus Noir nodded and released his station to one of his commanders as they left the bridge and moved silently down the halls of Potter's Helm.

"Marcus, as you know we will be reaching the Eastern Kingdom soon, to oversee the construction of the Empire's newly acquired lands, and as such we will have to show General Li that he will be under our supervision, that this is not his Empire, but our Emperor's, His Majesty Isengard." She said this all with contempt, Marcus swallowed and spoke, "Permission to speak freely My Lady?" Narcissa nodded to the man, "It seems to me that you do not trust General Li, within good reason of course, I have heard all about his history, and even more about his family; tyrants the lot of them. I believe that if we show him by taking complete control of the construction, he will begin to understand his place in the Empire."

Narcissa nodded slowly, it was a sound plan; but then again things always have a chance to go wrong, no matter how sound they are. "I hear that the Veela have finally joined us, and went through the transformation rituals a month ago." She nodded, "Yes, about that, I have a special job for you, one that requires the upmost delicacy," she looked at him as he nodded his agreement, "You see, with all of the races assembling into our own, we have no need for leaders who would only hinder our plans. That is why His Majesty has given me the task to dispose of all those who have blood relations to Matriarch D'Amour, with the exception of Gabrielle Delacour, I want you to oversee this job, it needs to be done soon, and quietly."

Marcus nodded, "I understand My Lady, I will take care of it at once." They stopped walking, Narcissa looked at Marcus and nodded her head slightly, "That will be all, General. You have lots to do, don't let me keep you." Marcus saluted and walked back the way he had come, already coming up with strategies to enact the jobs he had to carry out.

Narcissa sighed; she turned around and pressed her hand to the key pad outside of her door. She watched as the door slid up and opened, revealing a spacious room. Sometimes she wished Lucius would be here to take care of all the political tripe that seemed to always pop up.

Theodore Nott stood over the large body of Rubeus Hagrid; The half Giant Oaf. Theodore felt powerful, the Magic in his blood was sparkling with uncontrolled excitement, and this was what true power was. This is why he had forsaken his Father's Cause, for the Cause of his Ancestors. He was proud to know that His Majesty Isengard trusted him enough to give him the rank of General, the rank that gave him the ability to design the flagships and other amazing weapons and armour of the Empire, the very same weapons and armour that would soon strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. Yes, life was good.

Emperor Isengard had given him another mission for this night, one he was to complete before the midnight hour, one he would be completing soon, he had received word, earlier that night that the three completed flagships, were already on route to Asia, or the new name that the people of the Empire: the Eastern Kingdom.

Emperor Isengard was the topic of discussion with many people; when he first came out to the people, he went by the title Lord because that was what he was, a Lord. Later on, he declared himself Emperor of the Empire, but people continued to use his original title of Lord, because he had yet to have a real Empire, he had no land, no property, other than of course the property his loyal subjects had, plus any land that he had inherited from his own family.

But now he had assumed control over Asia, and wiped out all of the non-Magical filth from the area. He had started the construction of his Empire; he had land, an aspiring army, weapons and ships. He would be feared. Soon the world will burn and beg for mercy, and his Majesty Isengard will be there to deny them.

Theodore Nott looked around and smiled, soon the world will know what true power meant, soon, they will be begging to join the amazing Empire; soon, they will be nothing but ashes in the wind. He raised his hand, and with one swift motion fire sprang from his finger tips, he moved his hand around wildly, lighting anything that would light, on fire.

He was the spark that would light the fires of revolution, and now, he would let them burn.

"… We were the fire, we burned and burned, consuming all that was in our way, never stopping, always consuming. We needed power, because we had grown used to it. We never trusted anyone, lest they take our power, we never trusted anyone, not even ourselves. We were the fire; and because we were the fire, those that hid, and silently rebuilt what we destroyed, they were the ashes of our fires, waiting for their time to come…

… Hidden among the ashes though, was a spark, a spark that came from us, a spark that would rebuild the fire, but it wouldn't be wild, it wouldn't be consuming, no it would be controlled, it would be collected, it would be perfect. It would be the perfect fire. The same thing that we were trying to achieve…

… People will call it Isengard, after the first spark… after the first King who betrayed Corrin and his brother Potter…"

-Exert from: The End of an Empire, by Eros Potter the last Emperor of the Corrin Empire

Lord Regulus Black stood aboard the bridge of the flagship The White Dragon, he was excited, everything was coming together, their fleets were almost complete, they had weapons that could destroy entire cities, although they wanted to give the magical beings a chance to enter the Empire and not be killed off, he could not wait for the real war to start.

For an Empire that had yet to go public, their numbers were constantly swelling; already the world was void of any Veela, Werewolves, Goblins and Vampires, all of which had gone under the transformation ritual that turned them fully into Corrin. Those races alone had given the Empire a population in the high hundred million, not including all of the wizards and witches that were constantly joining.

His Majesty Isengard had given him and his ship one mission, to stay hidden in the clouds above Hogwarts and wait. Many of the crew had wondered what they were waiting for, but Regulus had a feeling that he knew what it was.

"My Lord!" one of the crewmen called, "It seems like someone has lit the Forbidden Forest on fire!" Regulus looked over towards the console that showed many lights and buttons, many of which were flashing, they showed that the forest had been lit on fire. Regulus smiled, "Alright, take the ship lower, down to the front gates, be prepared to have people board."

All the crew snapped into work mode as they moved to carry out their respective duties. Yes, everything was going nice; soon they would be the biggest force in the world. Soon, the fires of revolution would burn across the world.

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