Chapter 2
Author: tinkerbell051
Editor: Lucilla Tinwetari
Speech = "."
Thought = '.'
As we walked into the mansion, Pierre, the butler, took our coats and directed us to my grandfather. As we entered his office, I noticed that he was sitting at his massive oak desk with two of his lackeys at his side.
His office was very impressive, with bookshelves that are as high as the ceiling, and loaded with mountains of books. Located at the right wall of the room is a fireplace that is fit for a king. Above it is a portrait of Lady Lancaster, my great-great-great-grandmother, which was taken out of her home in Massachusetts.
In front of my grandfather lies a huge book of spells, a folder, and a CD. "Master, your granddaughter, Lady Serenity, is here to see you." Pierre said with an old English accent.
"Send her in," my grandfather responded. "Leave us." His once warm and caring voice is now piercing and authoritative as he tells the others to leave. "As you know you are now the leader of this mission. Do as your father would." The tone in his voice remains cold towards me, and it is as if I am now merely just another one of his hired help rather than his granddaughter.
My eyes began to water at his indifference but I held the tears back, this is not how I want to start my career in the Mafia. "I haven't learned hand- to-hand combat yet Godfather. Besides, I still don't know the whole story." I said with all the strength that I could muster.
"No problem," he said as he walked over to one of the many bookshelves.
"Surely you don't expect me to go out and kill them with my magic?"
"You must do what you must to get the job done.Your guards will teach you hand-to-hand combat as well as teleportation. As for everything else, it can wait until later." he uttered. As he pulls out a book, the wall opened and revealed a gym where many of his men are working out. There seemed to be hundreds of them. "Malachite, Jedite, Zoy, and Nephrite won't be the only ones going with you."
"Why grandfather? I work well with what I have! I don't need anyone else!" I said in outrage.
"Do as I say! On top of your usual staff, these are the men you'll be working with." he says as he as he hands me a folder.
I opened it and looked at the picture of an attractive man with shoulder- length reddish-blond hair, nice clean skin and fiery emerald eyes.
"Well if I didn't know any better, I would think you fancied him," my grandfather said mockingly.
"Right, you don't know any better. I just thought he was attractive, nothing more. I don't have time for a man. Besides, why would I need another one to dominate my life?"
"His name is Jarrod Hadrian." He walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of scotch.
"Next."
"Ryan Zoltanne."
"Next."
"Kyle Chaucer."
"NEXT!"
"Tristan Boccaccio."
"NE-"
"Serena, WHAT is your problem?!"
"I know you grandfather, and your just trying to set me up with another Italian man!"
"Fine, I'll lay off, but once you complete your mission and you still have not found a proper Italian man, I will be forced to choose for you! Serena, I'm an old man and I don't have much time left. I need you with someone so that you can produce an heir!" spat Rene with fumes coming out of his ears.
" Fine, but at the moment I have to get started on my training."
"Hang on, you need to know this." He said as he walked back to the spell book. He pulled out an old sheet of paper. It looked so fragile like it would crumble at his fingertips. "It won't split or crack my dear. It is protected by very old magic," he said in a whisper. As I took it into my hands, I began to read what it said:
In ancient times, around three hundred years ago, Serenity Lancaster
was dragged from her bed, accused of being a witch, and burned at a
stake in the village. As she died she cursed her accusers, and vowed
that vengeance would fall on the heads of their descendents. They
blamed her for killing the innocent life of a newborn, but it was
later proven after Serenity's hanging that the baby died of
malnutrition.
The names of their descendents are:
And, as if I, myself, were writing, the names magically changed to:
Raye Hino daughter of Kira Black Mina Thompson daughter of Nathan Thompson Amy Andrews daughter of Misty Andrews Greg Evans son of Gregory Evans Darien Shields son of Eric Shields
Before my very eyes the name that was once Kenneth Blade changed as well:
My dear sweet Serenity Blade, only you can take my revenge and fulfill
my curse.
The last line in the scripture was written read in red ink. Or was that blood?! Before I could come to some sort of conclusion, a powerful white light came out from the page and hit me with its full force.
I felt a strange, new, but somewhat familiar power surge through my veins. It was hard to and I felt as if a ton of bricks had just dropped on my chest. This power seemed to enhance my capabilities as well as give me new ones. But, even with this new power, I still felt weak and collapsed on the hard stone floor.
"Serena? Darling are you alright?!" my grandfather asked worriedly.
"I'm fine just a little overloaded." I said as I tried to get up.
"I swear Serena, I didn't now anything like that was going to happen." he said as he helped me to my feet.
"What's the CD for?"
"A medical history on the five descendents. It tells you what they're allergic to and other things like that. The CD also gives you the locations of where they like hang out, directions to each of their houses, password codes each one might have, training of what they've been doing, etc. You'll be taking the Lincoln so load the CD in the Navigator's computer system. The boys will each be getting their own CDs to load into their cars, since you all don't fit in one car."
"Wait, exactly how many cars are we taking? I don't want it to be obvious!"
"Five. You'll be in the Navigator, Ryan and Jarrod will be in the Eclipse, Mal and Jadeite will have the Hummer, Kyle and Tristan are going to be in the Viper, and Zoy and Nephrite will be in the Camero. Each car has a V-8 engine fully equipped with nos. So once your mission is complete, get the hell out of there."
"OK grandpa when do I leave?" I asked.
"Once I finish explaining the job to the boys. So go get packed."
As I was walking out of his office the others were called in.
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Serena packed almost all of her belongings, but had a strange feeling that she was forgetting something. She stumbled across her suitcases while walking to a closet that was boarded.
Serena then slammed her foot into the wall, and opened the door. She returned with the a journal that once belonged to her mother, bound in black leather which looked remarkably like a book of magic.
Undoing the silver clasps, she opened the manuscript and took what was once a rose from among the black writings,. Though the leaves were once green and petals crimson, they had both assumed a brownish hue, and the ancient flower seemed ready to crumble in Serena's hands.
This rose was the only memory amongst pictures that she had of her mother. This same withered rose and crumbling flower blossomed 12 years ago. It was given to her by her mother right before she had passed away. At this thought, tears, threatened to fall. "I feel so alone." I whispered.
For twelve years this rose has been kept safely between the pages of my old diary. Would it be possible to resurrect this decade old rose? Could it ever bloom again?
'Lets see if I can still do this' she thought to her self. She uncovered a water-filled vase, and placed the rose in it, while saying a chant in Latin.
At first, it simply laid on the surface of the liquid; however soon a change became visible. The dried petals stirred and assumed a deep tinge of crimson, as if the rose were awakening from a deathlike slumber. The stalk and twigs became green and there was the rose Sylvia Blade had first given her daughter.
"That's very deceptive, my lady." Said Malachite with a smirk. "Pray how was it affected?"
"By my soul."
-Pinecrest, Massachusetts-
"So Dare, care to explain why we are going to train again?!" asked Greg, as the five descendents walked into the gym of Shields Manor. The mansion was fairly large with six bedrooms, three family rooms, a pool, and a gym the size of a football field where the five descendents would train, keeping in shape for the time when they would face off against the one witch that their parents kept pestering them about.
"I don't know! Mother is going on and on about how its time. But you know me, I still think that this witchcraft is a bunch of bullshit." he said as he started with the punching bags. The others took their post. Raye started with flips and daggers, Mina was working with Amy on kickboxing, while Darien and Greg were training with the bags.
"Well, I don't know what you're all complaining about! This whole witch crap is getting us very popular and the whole town admires us. Best of all, this training keeps us in top shape!" said Raye. "Besides I'd like to see this witch bring it!"
Little did they know that their wish was going to be granted, as a storm brewed up above.
The sunset was a mixture of red and black, the dense clouds drifting over Pinecrest mingling together, and the sky a dark hue of blood. The sun went down with anger and with loathing so deep you could feel the evil piercing so deeply into your soul. The clouds of red and black extended across the land that it became so thick and sinister, like it was portraying what was to come.
They'd heard stories of the descendent. She was cruel, vindictive, coldhearted, and savage. It was said that she was the most skilled fighter in the world, the incredibly skillful, and extraordinarily brilliant. Any person who fought against her, opposed her died a most horrible death. But to them it was nothing more than a myth. Oh how wrong they were.
Author: tinkerbell051
Editor: Lucilla Tinwetari
Speech = "."
Thought = '.'
As we walked into the mansion, Pierre, the butler, took our coats and directed us to my grandfather. As we entered his office, I noticed that he was sitting at his massive oak desk with two of his lackeys at his side.
His office was very impressive, with bookshelves that are as high as the ceiling, and loaded with mountains of books. Located at the right wall of the room is a fireplace that is fit for a king. Above it is a portrait of Lady Lancaster, my great-great-great-grandmother, which was taken out of her home in Massachusetts.
In front of my grandfather lies a huge book of spells, a folder, and a CD. "Master, your granddaughter, Lady Serenity, is here to see you." Pierre said with an old English accent.
"Send her in," my grandfather responded. "Leave us." His once warm and caring voice is now piercing and authoritative as he tells the others to leave. "As you know you are now the leader of this mission. Do as your father would." The tone in his voice remains cold towards me, and it is as if I am now merely just another one of his hired help rather than his granddaughter.
My eyes began to water at his indifference but I held the tears back, this is not how I want to start my career in the Mafia. "I haven't learned hand- to-hand combat yet Godfather. Besides, I still don't know the whole story." I said with all the strength that I could muster.
"No problem," he said as he walked over to one of the many bookshelves.
"Surely you don't expect me to go out and kill them with my magic?"
"You must do what you must to get the job done.Your guards will teach you hand-to-hand combat as well as teleportation. As for everything else, it can wait until later." he uttered. As he pulls out a book, the wall opened and revealed a gym where many of his men are working out. There seemed to be hundreds of them. "Malachite, Jedite, Zoy, and Nephrite won't be the only ones going with you."
"Why grandfather? I work well with what I have! I don't need anyone else!" I said in outrage.
"Do as I say! On top of your usual staff, these are the men you'll be working with." he says as he as he hands me a folder.
I opened it and looked at the picture of an attractive man with shoulder- length reddish-blond hair, nice clean skin and fiery emerald eyes.
"Well if I didn't know any better, I would think you fancied him," my grandfather said mockingly.
"Right, you don't know any better. I just thought he was attractive, nothing more. I don't have time for a man. Besides, why would I need another one to dominate my life?"
"His name is Jarrod Hadrian." He walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of scotch.
"Next."
"Ryan Zoltanne."
"Next."
"Kyle Chaucer."
"NEXT!"
"Tristan Boccaccio."
"NE-"
"Serena, WHAT is your problem?!"
"I know you grandfather, and your just trying to set me up with another Italian man!"
"Fine, I'll lay off, but once you complete your mission and you still have not found a proper Italian man, I will be forced to choose for you! Serena, I'm an old man and I don't have much time left. I need you with someone so that you can produce an heir!" spat Rene with fumes coming out of his ears.
" Fine, but at the moment I have to get started on my training."
"Hang on, you need to know this." He said as he walked back to the spell book. He pulled out an old sheet of paper. It looked so fragile like it would crumble at his fingertips. "It won't split or crack my dear. It is protected by very old magic," he said in a whisper. As I took it into my hands, I began to read what it said:
In ancient times, around three hundred years ago, Serenity Lancaster
was dragged from her bed, accused of being a witch, and burned at a
stake in the village. As she died she cursed her accusers, and vowed
that vengeance would fall on the heads of their descendents. They
blamed her for killing the innocent life of a newborn, but it was
later proven after Serenity's hanging that the baby died of
malnutrition.
The names of their descendents are:
And, as if I, myself, were writing, the names magically changed to:
Raye Hino daughter of Kira Black Mina Thompson daughter of Nathan Thompson Amy Andrews daughter of Misty Andrews Greg Evans son of Gregory Evans Darien Shields son of Eric Shields
Before my very eyes the name that was once Kenneth Blade changed as well:
My dear sweet Serenity Blade, only you can take my revenge and fulfill
my curse.
The last line in the scripture was written read in red ink. Or was that blood?! Before I could come to some sort of conclusion, a powerful white light came out from the page and hit me with its full force.
I felt a strange, new, but somewhat familiar power surge through my veins. It was hard to and I felt as if a ton of bricks had just dropped on my chest. This power seemed to enhance my capabilities as well as give me new ones. But, even with this new power, I still felt weak and collapsed on the hard stone floor.
"Serena? Darling are you alright?!" my grandfather asked worriedly.
"I'm fine just a little overloaded." I said as I tried to get up.
"I swear Serena, I didn't now anything like that was going to happen." he said as he helped me to my feet.
"What's the CD for?"
"A medical history on the five descendents. It tells you what they're allergic to and other things like that. The CD also gives you the locations of where they like hang out, directions to each of their houses, password codes each one might have, training of what they've been doing, etc. You'll be taking the Lincoln so load the CD in the Navigator's computer system. The boys will each be getting their own CDs to load into their cars, since you all don't fit in one car."
"Wait, exactly how many cars are we taking? I don't want it to be obvious!"
"Five. You'll be in the Navigator, Ryan and Jarrod will be in the Eclipse, Mal and Jadeite will have the Hummer, Kyle and Tristan are going to be in the Viper, and Zoy and Nephrite will be in the Camero. Each car has a V-8 engine fully equipped with nos. So once your mission is complete, get the hell out of there."
"OK grandpa when do I leave?" I asked.
"Once I finish explaining the job to the boys. So go get packed."
As I was walking out of his office the others were called in.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Serena packed almost all of her belongings, but had a strange feeling that she was forgetting something. She stumbled across her suitcases while walking to a closet that was boarded.
Serena then slammed her foot into the wall, and opened the door. She returned with the a journal that once belonged to her mother, bound in black leather which looked remarkably like a book of magic.
Undoing the silver clasps, she opened the manuscript and took what was once a rose from among the black writings,. Though the leaves were once green and petals crimson, they had both assumed a brownish hue, and the ancient flower seemed ready to crumble in Serena's hands.
This rose was the only memory amongst pictures that she had of her mother. This same withered rose and crumbling flower blossomed 12 years ago. It was given to her by her mother right before she had passed away. At this thought, tears, threatened to fall. "I feel so alone." I whispered.
For twelve years this rose has been kept safely between the pages of my old diary. Would it be possible to resurrect this decade old rose? Could it ever bloom again?
'Lets see if I can still do this' she thought to her self. She uncovered a water-filled vase, and placed the rose in it, while saying a chant in Latin.
At first, it simply laid on the surface of the liquid; however soon a change became visible. The dried petals stirred and assumed a deep tinge of crimson, as if the rose were awakening from a deathlike slumber. The stalk and twigs became green and there was the rose Sylvia Blade had first given her daughter.
"That's very deceptive, my lady." Said Malachite with a smirk. "Pray how was it affected?"
"By my soul."
-Pinecrest, Massachusetts-
"So Dare, care to explain why we are going to train again?!" asked Greg, as the five descendents walked into the gym of Shields Manor. The mansion was fairly large with six bedrooms, three family rooms, a pool, and a gym the size of a football field where the five descendents would train, keeping in shape for the time when they would face off against the one witch that their parents kept pestering them about.
"I don't know! Mother is going on and on about how its time. But you know me, I still think that this witchcraft is a bunch of bullshit." he said as he started with the punching bags. The others took their post. Raye started with flips and daggers, Mina was working with Amy on kickboxing, while Darien and Greg were training with the bags.
"Well, I don't know what you're all complaining about! This whole witch crap is getting us very popular and the whole town admires us. Best of all, this training keeps us in top shape!" said Raye. "Besides I'd like to see this witch bring it!"
Little did they know that their wish was going to be granted, as a storm brewed up above.
The sunset was a mixture of red and black, the dense clouds drifting over Pinecrest mingling together, and the sky a dark hue of blood. The sun went down with anger and with loathing so deep you could feel the evil piercing so deeply into your soul. The clouds of red and black extended across the land that it became so thick and sinister, like it was portraying what was to come.
They'd heard stories of the descendent. She was cruel, vindictive, coldhearted, and savage. It was said that she was the most skilled fighter in the world, the incredibly skillful, and extraordinarily brilliant. Any person who fought against her, opposed her died a most horrible death. But to them it was nothing more than a myth. Oh how wrong they were.