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Lukas's POV

He stormed back through the doorway and into the inn. Only to run straight into Marvolo.

The Dark Lord quipped in an oddly gentle way, "That does not sound like it went well. Are you well, Lambert?"

Lukas growled, "I'm fine. How is Orion? When are we heading back to England?"

Marvolo replied, "Orion is in his room that he shares with his son. It seemed as if the Black heir wasnt happy about it but he didnt have much of a choice. As for when we are leaving it is likely whenever that man Satomi checks you over again. We want to be sure that your demon won't take over again."

Lukas snarked, "If that's your worry then you won't have to worry about it anymore. Murasame only goes on a rampage if I lose a significant amount of blood. Eating rare meat helps keep him in line most of the time."

Murasame was practically silent now. It was as if it was the new moon but Lukas knew that the full moon was closer. His demon would spend at least two to three days recovering.

That was fine with him. He needed some time to recover himself. Having a demon almost consume you wasnt something easy to bounce back from.

"Then wait until the man returns," said Marvolo.

Lukas grumbled but went to the kitchen. That was where he stayed until that evening.

When Satomi returned they were eating. Per his request, he was given meat that was nearly raw. It wasnt how he usually liked it but it would have to do. At least until Murasame was back to normal.

Satomi queried to Kaname, "How did things go today?"

Kaname replied tiredly, "Things went well. Lambert seems to be in control over Murasame again. They should be safe to return to England."

Finally! Sitting here was making Lukas antsy. He was never one to be inactive.

Satomi turned towards him and ordered, "Let me see your arm, Lambert."

Instinctively he wrapped his left hand around his right. Satomi helped him but that didnt make him trust the man.

Satomi sighed, "I need to check Murasame's aura. To do that I have to check where he resides."

Lukas's eyes searched the man's face for a moment. Then slowly he lifted his right arm. This allowed Satomi to check it.

He was surprised when the man's hands glowed a light blue color. It was his magic activating and endlessly. Behind the man, he could see Yatsfusa becoming tangible.

The white wolf watched him with ice blue eyes. He could feel its displeasure at being near him. It seemed that the wolf knew his soul. He heard that spirits could feel the souls of humans and creatures.

If that was true then they had a history in a time long past. Just as Satomi and Murasame had said. Not that it mattered any. As long as he was here he would protect Metz. What happened that day would not be repeated.

Flashback

Harrison burst into the Huntik Foundation Headquarters Germany. A message was sent to his holowatch while he was searching for a way to fix his center. Just a few months prior it had been destroyed in battle.

Guggenheim stood off to the of the door to Metz's room side. His blue eyes holding nothing but pain. When their gazes met Guggenheim couldn't keep his eyes locked on Harrison's.

No...he pushed past the seekers waiting in the hallway. Every seeker wanted to say goodbye to the man that gave their lives meaning.

Watching Metz slowly wither away was heartbreaking for everyone. Not all the seeker knew him personally but they all learned from him. Metz gave seekers advice based on the missions they took and reports he received.

Rarely was it in an in-person meeting. More often than not it was a message telling them how to improve. That was more encouragement than most of them received in their home's lives. It made them bond with each other through him.

Every member of the Foundation was marked somewhere on their bodies. Some were more obvious than others but even if you left the mark never faded. That meant you could always come back and be welcomed with open arms.

Harrison couldn't accept this was the end of Metz. His mentor couldn't die! He refused to accept this!

When the young man burst into the room he found Dante sitting at Metz's side. It was obvious that his friend hadn't slept in days.

Metz was laying on the bed his light hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His parlor was sickly and his breathing shallow. It was obvious how close Harrison had come to miss his chance to say goodbye.

Still, he could not bring himself to move to the man's side. This couldn't be the end. There had to be something... anything he could do to save Metz.

"Don't stand by the door, Harrison," came a soft croak barely heard by the younger man.

Soft green eyes were staring at him from the bed. There was more pain and exhaustion than Harrison had ever seen in anyone before.

He went straight to the man's side and bent down to a knee. Metz was the first person to ever believe in him. He was always the last person to lose faith in someone. If he died then the world would be bleaker without him.

Metz sighed one of his skeletal hands slowly reaching up to pat him on the head, "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. For goodbyes are necessary to meet again. Whether it be after moments or lifetimes meeting again is certain for those who are friends."

Harrison shook his head as he denied, "No! I can't lose you, Metz. The world needs you."

The I need you was left unsaid. Metz hummed but a racking cough went through him soon after. The machine reading his heart rate spiked.

Nurses rushed in pushing both Harrison and Dante out of the way. Both could only watch as the nurses and the doctor worked tirelessly to save the man's life.

In the end, all they could do was step back in helplessness. The doctor turned to both of them and said, "You should say your goodbyes. It is likely he will not live through the next few hours."

Both went straight to their mentor's side. Metz had fallen back into unconsciousness. All they could do was wait.

The doctor and nurses waited with bated breath for another fit. With Metz's will fading his magic had turned inward to destroy him.

It was far from an easy way to go. The seeker's magic became poison within their body. It would eat them from the inside out. Trying to use magic would only make it worse.

Everything about the room was completely devoid of magic. Only magic were the seekers who were there. Even that aggravated Metz's condition. All they could do was keep him comfortable. It hurt being unable to do anything.

It wasnt until night had fallen an hour later that any changes were shown. Once again the heart rate monitor began screeching at them. Metz's heart was spiking to dangerous levels.

Metz's eyes were open as he looked at Harrison. The young man's shirt was gripped weakly by the dying man.

Metz gasped weakly, "Harrison you must promise. Promise me you will find the Ancient Amulet of Will and the remaining Legendary Titans. They must not fall into organizational hands. Promise me!"

Harrison swore, "I promise, Metz. The Organization will not win this war. We will keep the Ancient Amulet of Will out of their hands."

"Goo," began Metz his eyes shutting and the heart rate machines beeps slowing to where it barely perceived anything, "boy."

With that, the Chairman to the Huntik Foundation took his last breath. The grip on Harrison's shirt slackened and the hand fell onto the bed.

The young man had to be dragged from the bedside by five burly seekers. Guggenheim had to order him to be sedated so that he wouldn't hurt anyone or himself.

End of flashback

A funeral happened three days later. Only those closest to Metz were in attendance. It was their final chance to say their goodbyes.

In the end, Lukas as Harrison led the assault on the Organization. Guilt over being unable to save his mentor ate at him. It was like losing Sirius all over again.

The final battle between the Huntik Foundation and the Organization didn't happen for another year. By that time Harrison had stumbled across Murasame. Their lives becoming forever intertwined.

Now he had a second chance with Metz. It wasnt one he was willing to squander. Changing the future of his mentor was his goal.

Glancing down at where Murasame lay he clenched his hands as his determination solidified. Even if it cost him his soul.