His eyes change color?!?
Behind the three shadows, another, smaller form stood. After a few seconds, when all in the room had focused their attention upon the figure, it began to move forward, into the room. Rather than going around the shadows, the person walked through them, giggling slightly at the sensation caused. Finally, the form stood just in front of Max, looked up, and smiled slightly.
It was obviously a child they faced. The face, eyes, and what was visible of the arms and legs had that unfinished look about them. The child was not done growing. Though they already knew it was a boy, by appearance, no gender could be assumed, but the grey eyes boring into Max's were definitely not benevolent. They were filled with hate, and a searing anger that was so potent, that it was almost tangible, causing Max to wish he dared step back.
Some of that must have been reflected in Max's eyes as the child smiled. The eyes shifted color to coffee brown, shocking a collective gasp out of the king's advisors.
"What is this?" Misha spluttered.
"My youngest child." the man replied, "Say hello to your brother."
Max was released from the child's gaze as he looked back to their father, "Why should I? He's not worth the trouble," the voice, seeming whisper quiet and yet right next to the ear, caused Kane to shudder, "I don't see why they feel he has the potential. There is nothing left of him."
"Do not allow your anger jealousy color your judgement," the man admonished, "Max, should you not relenquish your claim?"
"What claim," Max felt barely able to speak, "The only claim I've ever consciously made is the one on my own life."
"LIAR!" the small child flew forward, attempting to strike at Max. Something unseen- or unheard- froze the boy in place, leaving the black- clad chest heaving in an effort to regain lost breath. The eyes had flown to crimson, reflecting the utter, uncontrolled, rage.
"He is correct," one of the shadows agreed, "All of the claims are made upon him, not made by him, but he cannot relenquish them."
"The reason, not that we need explain, that we 'feel he has the potential,' is his sheer power," another explained.
"The claims upon him only serve to increase that power, to the point of turning him into a beacon," the third finished, and all three solidified their form and finally became fully visible.
The latest speaker was a black-robed man in a crimson cape. His eyes glowed with a strange scarlet light, covered by midnight black brows. His hair was just as black, but seemed pasted to his head, and therefore nearly invisible. Especially since he wore a black helet atop it. The helmet itself was adorned by a crescent-shaped, horn-like device.
The first speaker was a wild-haired man in violet robes, his wildly knotted beard flowing around his face as much as his hair, causing an overall lion effect on his appearance. His pitch-black eyes were as wild as his hair, and glinted madly.
The remaining speaker was draconic, as though his natural form was that of a true dragon, but was shaped to resemble a human. His clothing was green, as were his eyes, and there was nothing covering his head, but scales. The three, and the forms they took, shocked Max and Kane so badly, that they were able to approach the two youngsters without anything holding them back.
"It's-" Kane gulped almost audibly, "It's them."
"No kidding," Max's eyes had fully silvered, and the boy was fully grinning, while their father had actually begun to laugh, "Then, then we really messed things up, didn't we, Kane?"
"Of what do you speak?" the boy stopped struggling.
"We aren't really of this time," Kane looked at the child, "We came from a thousand or so years from now. When Dark Sol and Dark Dragon are dead, and Zion is bound in Granseal."
"WHAT!!!??" the three former shadows boomed.
I started to run out of Chapter titles, (don't ask me why I felt I had to have them anyway) so I really just went wild at about hal- er the beginning with them.
Behind the three shadows, another, smaller form stood. After a few seconds, when all in the room had focused their attention upon the figure, it began to move forward, into the room. Rather than going around the shadows, the person walked through them, giggling slightly at the sensation caused. Finally, the form stood just in front of Max, looked up, and smiled slightly.
It was obviously a child they faced. The face, eyes, and what was visible of the arms and legs had that unfinished look about them. The child was not done growing. Though they already knew it was a boy, by appearance, no gender could be assumed, but the grey eyes boring into Max's were definitely not benevolent. They were filled with hate, and a searing anger that was so potent, that it was almost tangible, causing Max to wish he dared step back.
Some of that must have been reflected in Max's eyes as the child smiled. The eyes shifted color to coffee brown, shocking a collective gasp out of the king's advisors.
"What is this?" Misha spluttered.
"My youngest child." the man replied, "Say hello to your brother."
Max was released from the child's gaze as he looked back to their father, "Why should I? He's not worth the trouble," the voice, seeming whisper quiet and yet right next to the ear, caused Kane to shudder, "I don't see why they feel he has the potential. There is nothing left of him."
"Do not allow your anger jealousy color your judgement," the man admonished, "Max, should you not relenquish your claim?"
"What claim," Max felt barely able to speak, "The only claim I've ever consciously made is the one on my own life."
"LIAR!" the small child flew forward, attempting to strike at Max. Something unseen- or unheard- froze the boy in place, leaving the black- clad chest heaving in an effort to regain lost breath. The eyes had flown to crimson, reflecting the utter, uncontrolled, rage.
"He is correct," one of the shadows agreed, "All of the claims are made upon him, not made by him, but he cannot relenquish them."
"The reason, not that we need explain, that we 'feel he has the potential,' is his sheer power," another explained.
"The claims upon him only serve to increase that power, to the point of turning him into a beacon," the third finished, and all three solidified their form and finally became fully visible.
The latest speaker was a black-robed man in a crimson cape. His eyes glowed with a strange scarlet light, covered by midnight black brows. His hair was just as black, but seemed pasted to his head, and therefore nearly invisible. Especially since he wore a black helet atop it. The helmet itself was adorned by a crescent-shaped, horn-like device.
The first speaker was a wild-haired man in violet robes, his wildly knotted beard flowing around his face as much as his hair, causing an overall lion effect on his appearance. His pitch-black eyes were as wild as his hair, and glinted madly.
The remaining speaker was draconic, as though his natural form was that of a true dragon, but was shaped to resemble a human. His clothing was green, as were his eyes, and there was nothing covering his head, but scales. The three, and the forms they took, shocked Max and Kane so badly, that they were able to approach the two youngsters without anything holding them back.
"It's-" Kane gulped almost audibly, "It's them."
"No kidding," Max's eyes had fully silvered, and the boy was fully grinning, while their father had actually begun to laugh, "Then, then we really messed things up, didn't we, Kane?"
"Of what do you speak?" the boy stopped struggling.
"We aren't really of this time," Kane looked at the child, "We came from a thousand or so years from now. When Dark Sol and Dark Dragon are dead, and Zion is bound in Granseal."
"WHAT!!!??" the three former shadows boomed.
I started to run out of Chapter titles, (don't ask me why I felt I had to have them anyway) so I really just went wild at about hal- er the beginning with them.
