Prologue
Six months earlier.
Anton was not smiling as he entered Two's office. He had lost everything and wanted to get out. His family, his friends had all been wiped off the face of the earth in a matter of hours. All the family he had left were a few distant cousins who he had never met face to face, though he would see at the funeral for all of his family, his parents and his grandparents. A car bomb aimed at eliminating him and taken them out instead.
His few remaining friends in the conspiracy had flown in to meet him, even Stiletto who had been a family friend before he joined the conspiracy and knew her true job. She was one of the controls of the different chambers, hers was the one in the UK, the place where his family had died. Knowing that made him feel better about how it couldn't be avoided, but it still hurt.
He entered Two's office with a manila envelope containing his resignation and retirement, he needed to get out, he couldn't cut it anymore. The grief was to much for him. He felt the warmth of the blade resting against his back, its power still filled him and the Guardians had said that it was only his now and they couldn't take it from him because it chooses its own master.
He placed it down, seeing the understanding and quiet acceptance in his friends face as he walked out. The look of knowing that it was the grief doing the actions.
* * * * *
Lucas groaned in pain as he crawled from the river, he felt the wound that was flowing with his own blood as he felt the darkness within him grow. He had to get even with that self righteous bastard who had nearly killed him with the relic that he had uncovered. He had failed in his bid for power, but now he could rebuild.
The ruins of the fortress he had built was still burning against the midnight sky as he laughed at the world who now believed him dead, and yet he was a coming force, a force that nothing would stop again!
* * * * *
One hour earlier
"Julius, get to operations immediately!" Foaly yelled into the comms as he chugged another coffee, it was a very lat night and it was still getting later as he waited for the officer to come running.
"Alright donkey-boy what is it now, and if I hear you call me Julius one more time!"
"We have a situation above ground, seems that a pack of trolls blundered onto an unknown path to the surface in Ireland, we're still trying to trace their rout."
"Well, get someone on it!"
"Sure thing Julius!"
"What did I just say about calling me Julius!"
Six months earlier.
Anton was not smiling as he entered Two's office. He had lost everything and wanted to get out. His family, his friends had all been wiped off the face of the earth in a matter of hours. All the family he had left were a few distant cousins who he had never met face to face, though he would see at the funeral for all of his family, his parents and his grandparents. A car bomb aimed at eliminating him and taken them out instead.
His few remaining friends in the conspiracy had flown in to meet him, even Stiletto who had been a family friend before he joined the conspiracy and knew her true job. She was one of the controls of the different chambers, hers was the one in the UK, the place where his family had died. Knowing that made him feel better about how it couldn't be avoided, but it still hurt.
He entered Two's office with a manila envelope containing his resignation and retirement, he needed to get out, he couldn't cut it anymore. The grief was to much for him. He felt the warmth of the blade resting against his back, its power still filled him and the Guardians had said that it was only his now and they couldn't take it from him because it chooses its own master.
He placed it down, seeing the understanding and quiet acceptance in his friends face as he walked out. The look of knowing that it was the grief doing the actions.
* * * * *
Lucas groaned in pain as he crawled from the river, he felt the wound that was flowing with his own blood as he felt the darkness within him grow. He had to get even with that self righteous bastard who had nearly killed him with the relic that he had uncovered. He had failed in his bid for power, but now he could rebuild.
The ruins of the fortress he had built was still burning against the midnight sky as he laughed at the world who now believed him dead, and yet he was a coming force, a force that nothing would stop again!
* * * * *
One hour earlier
"Julius, get to operations immediately!" Foaly yelled into the comms as he chugged another coffee, it was a very lat night and it was still getting later as he waited for the officer to come running.
"Alright donkey-boy what is it now, and if I hear you call me Julius one more time!"
"We have a situation above ground, seems that a pack of trolls blundered onto an unknown path to the surface in Ireland, we're still trying to trace their rout."
"Well, get someone on it!"
"Sure thing Julius!"
"What did I just say about calling me Julius!"