A/N: For God's sake people, Dante is SUPPOSED to be an enormous ass and idiot! I mean, he is high up the shelf in society, and is used to having women drop to his feet in a swoon. He is USED to having women begging him to seduce them (yes, I happen to know that a women's virginity is very important when it comes to having good marriages). Yeah, I know that Kel is a little out of character. She is SUPPOSED to be! I mean, Dante treats her like no other man does and he quite drives her out of her mind which leaves her to have temper explosions. Kel is usually used to having men frown down upon her like she's some worthless piece of humanity, but she NEVER has encountered a man who wants to bed her! Kel rarely has lost control of her own temper, and I thought it was time I just show you all her more dangerous side.
Rekindled
Chapter Seven: Cold Fury
by: DarkDracon0
Dante leaned back on his stool. He was now in his own tent, right by the Officer's Tent. Life was bodeing fairly well with him now, even showing him a most fascinating female. He was a very happy man. Young too, he thought. Only twenty-two years.
Dante was plotting strategical moves for his men in front of a map when a messenger dressed in the Dracore family colors, blue and silver, came in. Dante frowned. What could possibly have happened at home? Brighton Hall was well protected and guarded with one of Tortall's best men. His twin, Tysen, was supposed to be there. The messenger only bowed and and handed Dante a letter written in parchment with a, " Here milord," and " News from Brighton Hall". Dante nodded and dismissed him. He carfully broke the wax seal and read the letter.
To my lord Marquess of Brighton,
My lord, I wish you greetings and good health. Something terrible has happened at Brighton Hall. Scanran raiders seemed to have secretly come to the harbor nearby and in the dark of the night, attacked Brighton Hall. In the middle of the battle, Baron Talorse, your brother, rode in and commanded the men to fight until the end. Baron Talorse and the men successfully drove the raiders out. Later, when the healers and volunteers helped bring the wounded into the Hall, Baron Talorse seemed to have disappeared. No one had seen him since the last of the Scanrans were driven out into the forest. He is missing and I do not know what to do. If you do not wish to return yet, my lord, I will manage Brighton Hall until you return. I fear Baron Talorse is dead. Godspeed to you, my lord.
Your faithful servant,
Jamis
Dante's hands were trembling when he was finished reading the letter. Tysen... his twin brother dead? No, that wasn't possible. Tysen was only by fifteen minutes younger than Dante and he was no weakling. No, Tysen was a full knight and could cut down any man, no matter how skillful or strong. Dante had taught everything to Tysen about weaponry that came to his knowledge. Tysen was even a baron and a viscount, though both titles were inherited. Tysen was the seventh Baron Talorse and the ninth Viscount Cyre, both liked and respected. Dante felt sudden fury fill him. The Scanrans did this. The bastards had killed his own twin. Tysen didn't even have an heir to pass on the titles. Cold, black fury gripped Dante and he felt a sudden desire to hurl the nearest heavy object to the tent wall. The Scanrans would pay, they would pay a heavy price and learn never to cross with the Marquess of Brighton.
" When is the next planned attack, sir?"
" Some where around next week, my lady."
"Is Mindelan in any danger of this attack?" Captain Malcon glanced at her. Lady Keladry always asked that same question before an attack or battle. They were only camped eight miles directly north of Mindelan, so of course Lady Keladry wanted to make sure. Another quality Malcon admired in his officer. Protect the family and make sure they were safe from harm. " Mindelan is utterly safe as though the king was guarding it himself."
Kel nodded, satisfied. One thing was to protect Mindelan, and keep all her thousands of cousins, nephews and nieces safe. Kel walked out of the Officer's Tent and went to go look for Dante. He hadn't asked her to bed him in at least two hours, which was probably a good thing. Maybe he got over her already, Kel thought. Dante very suddenly stormed out of his tent and nearly bowled Kel over, she hadn't seen him coming. When Kel looked at Dante, ready to yell at him for being an ass and nearly knocking her down, she didn't recognise him after a few moments. The expression on his face was near frightening. It was blank, only cold black anger was stamped there. Dante's left eye was almost twitching. His right hand gripped a piece of parchment in an iron grip.
" Dante?" Dante didn't seem to notice her. He walked to the Officer's Tent, obviously looking for Malcon. Everybody usually wanted to have a word with Malcon. Kel could hear Dante's voice. " We march out and attack Scanra within the first hour after sun rises. I don't care what your orders were, obey my command and no turning back, Malcon." Dante's voice was cold, so different when he was courting her. Dante walked right back out of the tent and Kel, a little confused, yelled, " What do you mean we leave and attack Scanra?"
Dante heard Kel's voice and turned to her, his jaw tightening. Kel would not interfere with his plans. Nor would Malcon or even the king. Nobody was going to get into his way. " I mean that we leave this campsite and attack Scanra first hour after sunrise. I will be the one commanding the men."
" Under who's authority?"
" Mine."
" But my orders from the king-"
" Keladry, I don't give a damn about your orders. I have a plan for a surprise attack on Scanra. I gurantee you that Mindelan will be safe and you will not be asked to be resigned. I will make sure of that." With those last words, Dante turned away and walked back into his own tent. Kel stared after him. Something is going on, she thought.
Western coast of Scanra
Ocean border
Captain Malcon nervously checked his sword. He was a fool to have agreed with the damn marquess's orders. The attack wasn't going to work. If they attacked from the bottom of the beach, the Scanrans had the advantage. The sun would be right in his men's eyes.
They landed the warship and stealthly circled the Scanran fort, Fort Mirris. Dante led his men toward the east side of the fort while Keladry rounded her men to prepare to shoot fire tipped arrows. While Kel was distracting the Scanrans, Malcon would ram down the west side door and flow inside. Of course, Dante's men would join Malcon's forces. That was the whole strategy, fairly simple actually.
Later in the Attack
When Dante was ready to join Malcon's forces, he yelled a war cry and spurred his destrier into the west side door, his men following suit. Dante felt rage. Black, burning rage. Dante's destrier, Rathe, trampled down any man he got near enough to do so while Dante slashed and hacked his way through the flood of enemy soldiers. He yelled, " Tortall!! Brighton! Go lads, go!!" Dante saw red. He screamed another war cry and plunged in, dark rage controlling his every move. Rage was the best weapon for a good fight.
Kel ordered her men to stop the flow of fire arrows and to charge into the main door of the fort. Once they were inside, Kel drew out her sword and searched for any enemy on horseback, nudging Peachblossom in his sides to kick any enemy that was near. She glanced up, looking for any marksman that might be aiming for her... There was one, his arrow already on the bow. Aimed for... Kel followed the direction the arrow was pointing at. Dante! The arrow was aimed straight for Dante! " Dante! Duck!" Kel started screaming as loud as she could, kicking Peachblossom to reach to Dante before it was too late.
Dante vaguely heard Kel's screaming voice for him to duck. A marksmen was aimed toward him, was that what Kel had screamed? Dante looked up. He felt an abrupt stab of pain in his left shoulder before blackness hit him.
Rekindled
Chapter Seven: Cold Fury
by: DarkDracon0
Dante leaned back on his stool. He was now in his own tent, right by the Officer's Tent. Life was bodeing fairly well with him now, even showing him a most fascinating female. He was a very happy man. Young too, he thought. Only twenty-two years.
Dante was plotting strategical moves for his men in front of a map when a messenger dressed in the Dracore family colors, blue and silver, came in. Dante frowned. What could possibly have happened at home? Brighton Hall was well protected and guarded with one of Tortall's best men. His twin, Tysen, was supposed to be there. The messenger only bowed and and handed Dante a letter written in parchment with a, " Here milord," and " News from Brighton Hall". Dante nodded and dismissed him. He carfully broke the wax seal and read the letter.
To my lord Marquess of Brighton,
My lord, I wish you greetings and good health. Something terrible has happened at Brighton Hall. Scanran raiders seemed to have secretly come to the harbor nearby and in the dark of the night, attacked Brighton Hall. In the middle of the battle, Baron Talorse, your brother, rode in and commanded the men to fight until the end. Baron Talorse and the men successfully drove the raiders out. Later, when the healers and volunteers helped bring the wounded into the Hall, Baron Talorse seemed to have disappeared. No one had seen him since the last of the Scanrans were driven out into the forest. He is missing and I do not know what to do. If you do not wish to return yet, my lord, I will manage Brighton Hall until you return. I fear Baron Talorse is dead. Godspeed to you, my lord.
Your faithful servant,
Jamis
Dante's hands were trembling when he was finished reading the letter. Tysen... his twin brother dead? No, that wasn't possible. Tysen was only by fifteen minutes younger than Dante and he was no weakling. No, Tysen was a full knight and could cut down any man, no matter how skillful or strong. Dante had taught everything to Tysen about weaponry that came to his knowledge. Tysen was even a baron and a viscount, though both titles were inherited. Tysen was the seventh Baron Talorse and the ninth Viscount Cyre, both liked and respected. Dante felt sudden fury fill him. The Scanrans did this. The bastards had killed his own twin. Tysen didn't even have an heir to pass on the titles. Cold, black fury gripped Dante and he felt a sudden desire to hurl the nearest heavy object to the tent wall. The Scanrans would pay, they would pay a heavy price and learn never to cross with the Marquess of Brighton.
" When is the next planned attack, sir?"
" Some where around next week, my lady."
"Is Mindelan in any danger of this attack?" Captain Malcon glanced at her. Lady Keladry always asked that same question before an attack or battle. They were only camped eight miles directly north of Mindelan, so of course Lady Keladry wanted to make sure. Another quality Malcon admired in his officer. Protect the family and make sure they were safe from harm. " Mindelan is utterly safe as though the king was guarding it himself."
Kel nodded, satisfied. One thing was to protect Mindelan, and keep all her thousands of cousins, nephews and nieces safe. Kel walked out of the Officer's Tent and went to go look for Dante. He hadn't asked her to bed him in at least two hours, which was probably a good thing. Maybe he got over her already, Kel thought. Dante very suddenly stormed out of his tent and nearly bowled Kel over, she hadn't seen him coming. When Kel looked at Dante, ready to yell at him for being an ass and nearly knocking her down, she didn't recognise him after a few moments. The expression on his face was near frightening. It was blank, only cold black anger was stamped there. Dante's left eye was almost twitching. His right hand gripped a piece of parchment in an iron grip.
" Dante?" Dante didn't seem to notice her. He walked to the Officer's Tent, obviously looking for Malcon. Everybody usually wanted to have a word with Malcon. Kel could hear Dante's voice. " We march out and attack Scanra within the first hour after sun rises. I don't care what your orders were, obey my command and no turning back, Malcon." Dante's voice was cold, so different when he was courting her. Dante walked right back out of the tent and Kel, a little confused, yelled, " What do you mean we leave and attack Scanra?"
Dante heard Kel's voice and turned to her, his jaw tightening. Kel would not interfere with his plans. Nor would Malcon or even the king. Nobody was going to get into his way. " I mean that we leave this campsite and attack Scanra first hour after sunrise. I will be the one commanding the men."
" Under who's authority?"
" Mine."
" But my orders from the king-"
" Keladry, I don't give a damn about your orders. I have a plan for a surprise attack on Scanra. I gurantee you that Mindelan will be safe and you will not be asked to be resigned. I will make sure of that." With those last words, Dante turned away and walked back into his own tent. Kel stared after him. Something is going on, she thought.
Western coast of Scanra
Ocean border
Captain Malcon nervously checked his sword. He was a fool to have agreed with the damn marquess's orders. The attack wasn't going to work. If they attacked from the bottom of the beach, the Scanrans had the advantage. The sun would be right in his men's eyes.
They landed the warship and stealthly circled the Scanran fort, Fort Mirris. Dante led his men toward the east side of the fort while Keladry rounded her men to prepare to shoot fire tipped arrows. While Kel was distracting the Scanrans, Malcon would ram down the west side door and flow inside. Of course, Dante's men would join Malcon's forces. That was the whole strategy, fairly simple actually.
Later in the Attack
When Dante was ready to join Malcon's forces, he yelled a war cry and spurred his destrier into the west side door, his men following suit. Dante felt rage. Black, burning rage. Dante's destrier, Rathe, trampled down any man he got near enough to do so while Dante slashed and hacked his way through the flood of enemy soldiers. He yelled, " Tortall!! Brighton! Go lads, go!!" Dante saw red. He screamed another war cry and plunged in, dark rage controlling his every move. Rage was the best weapon for a good fight.
Kel ordered her men to stop the flow of fire arrows and to charge into the main door of the fort. Once they were inside, Kel drew out her sword and searched for any enemy on horseback, nudging Peachblossom in his sides to kick any enemy that was near. She glanced up, looking for any marksman that might be aiming for her... There was one, his arrow already on the bow. Aimed for... Kel followed the direction the arrow was pointing at. Dante! The arrow was aimed straight for Dante! " Dante! Duck!" Kel started screaming as loud as she could, kicking Peachblossom to reach to Dante before it was too late.
Dante vaguely heard Kel's screaming voice for him to duck. A marksmen was aimed toward him, was that what Kel had screamed? Dante looked up. He felt an abrupt stab of pain in his left shoulder before blackness hit him.