The wall of the castle was steep, but for two men of such high caliber it hardly presented a problem. Phileas and Passepartout made short work of the wall and were currently searching for an empty room through which to enter the castle. After a few more minutes of exposure Phileas caught sight of an open window. Passepartout followed his master to the window. They peered inside hoping to figure out what the room was.
"All I can see is darkedness master!" whispered Passepartout.
After listening to ensure that the room was indeed empty Phileas spoke in an equally quiet voice. "I think Darkness suits our purposes quite well."
Both men stealthily made their way into the room. They remained still a few moments as if anticipating some sort of attack. None came.
"Where in bloody hell are the guards!? This is hardly the welcome I expected." Phileas said, wondering how Rebecca could have been subdued by people so lax in their security.
"Maybe they are not using this particular room?" Passepartout ventured, dragging his finger along a tabletop and making a face when it came back covered in dust.
Phileas somehow didn't think that was the case. His eyes swept around the room hoping to dispel his growing sense of trepidation. Unfortunately his unease only increased. Best to get it over and done with, he thought.
"Make ready Passepartout", Phileas ordered looking briefly at his friend to be sure of his compliance. After receiving a solemn nod from Passepartout, Phileas slowly advanced to the door. His footsteps so silent, that the only proofs of movement were the dancing clouds of misplaced dust he kicked up.
He carefully placed his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at Passepartout who offered a smile, waited a moment, and than turned the knob...
***
After Rebecca nodded Marius paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Jules and I...", he began, "We...well we...we met at school."
Rebecca remained silent; waiting for whatever secret Marius was having such a hard time divulging.
"Yes, school- though it was no ordinary school. The lessons we were taught were not in the curriculums of most schools. We were taught all of the basics: languages, arithmetic, and so forth. But we were also taught to maximize our potential.-to accept that we weren't normal and to come to terms with what we are."
"And 'what' exactly, do you think you are?" ,Rebecca questioned
Smiling kindly Marius said, "It's quite simple really, but it's so complicated too… I guess you could call us guardians."
"Guardians…", replied Rebecca skeptically, "guardians of what exactly?"
"Guardians of the future."
***
Sorry, I havent been writing this at all for a while now. I feel bad especially since I promised someone to get a chapter of this out soon, and that was over two months ago. Luckily I only have 10 days left of school, so soon I'll have more free time. I promise this wait wont be near as long as the last one. So please, do me a favor and review this pitifully small chapter.
Oh, and thanks to everyone who's reviewed this story so far. You guys have been really great.
^..^
"All I can see is darkedness master!" whispered Passepartout.
After listening to ensure that the room was indeed empty Phileas spoke in an equally quiet voice. "I think Darkness suits our purposes quite well."
Both men stealthily made their way into the room. They remained still a few moments as if anticipating some sort of attack. None came.
"Where in bloody hell are the guards!? This is hardly the welcome I expected." Phileas said, wondering how Rebecca could have been subdued by people so lax in their security.
"Maybe they are not using this particular room?" Passepartout ventured, dragging his finger along a tabletop and making a face when it came back covered in dust.
Phileas somehow didn't think that was the case. His eyes swept around the room hoping to dispel his growing sense of trepidation. Unfortunately his unease only increased. Best to get it over and done with, he thought.
"Make ready Passepartout", Phileas ordered looking briefly at his friend to be sure of his compliance. After receiving a solemn nod from Passepartout, Phileas slowly advanced to the door. His footsteps so silent, that the only proofs of movement were the dancing clouds of misplaced dust he kicked up.
He carefully placed his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at Passepartout who offered a smile, waited a moment, and than turned the knob...
***
After Rebecca nodded Marius paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Jules and I...", he began, "We...well we...we met at school."
Rebecca remained silent; waiting for whatever secret Marius was having such a hard time divulging.
"Yes, school- though it was no ordinary school. The lessons we were taught were not in the curriculums of most schools. We were taught all of the basics: languages, arithmetic, and so forth. But we were also taught to maximize our potential.-to accept that we weren't normal and to come to terms with what we are."
"And 'what' exactly, do you think you are?" ,Rebecca questioned
Smiling kindly Marius said, "It's quite simple really, but it's so complicated too… I guess you could call us guardians."
"Guardians…", replied Rebecca skeptically, "guardians of what exactly?"
"Guardians of the future."
***
Sorry, I havent been writing this at all for a while now. I feel bad especially since I promised someone to get a chapter of this out soon, and that was over two months ago. Luckily I only have 10 days left of school, so soon I'll have more free time. I promise this wait wont be near as long as the last one. So please, do me a favor and review this pitifully small chapter.
Oh, and thanks to everyone who's reviewed this story so far. You guys have been really great.
^..^
