I feel dead!! I had just came home from my Duke of Ed. (For those who don't know, it stands for Duke of Edinburgh award Scheme…unfortunately, along with various community service and other things you have to do…we had a hike along with camping out for 1 night…the rain didn't help either…*growl*) So if I seem snappish or gloomy in this chapter...(or more than usual)…bear with me…sorry for the late update as well.
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On with the show…
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'Thoughts'
[Letters/writing/text etc.]
^^ShadowKeeper sign language^^
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The ShadowKeepers
By Skysong1Chapter 12: Revelations at the House of Shadows (II)
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To say the very least, Daggyr was not in a good mood.
He scowled then stalked to the Den, not encountering anyone along the way for some unknown reason. Alpha, sensing his mood remained silent on fear of being terminated.
Changing into an old black shirt and slightly tattered trousers, he stalked out again to the raw materials supply shop.
"Premium quality steel ore…lightweight, give me about 1 kg." Daggyr snapped at the shopkeeper.
"300 ores."
"It was only 100 ores last time."
"Prices obviously change, and I think you are thinking about the normal quality ore" the shopkeeper retorted.
"150 then."
The shopkeeper quivered slightly under the cold green glare.
"150 it is then."
The shopkeeper collected the gold, then handed him a sack of ore.
"Oh and Master Daggyr sir?"
Sighing, as he approached the door, he turned, "What then Shopkeeper?"
"Good luck on Lady Venom!"
Daggyr scowled, obviously old Python was spreading rumours again.
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Daggyr stood in the middle of the forge, he checked that the door was locked then, placing his tools and materials on a simple stone bench beside him he closed his eyes, and let his senses guide him.
In his mind, a model of a sword formed. It was designed more like a large dagger; black leather wrapped a shorter hilt compared to a conventional sword. There were no fancy decorations; it remained simple, cold and deadly.
(A/N: I don't have any expertise in what I am going to write about…so don't blame me!)
Raising his hand, the piece of steel rose up steadily into the air, calling his control over flames, he lit the forge with a slight nod to his left. The forge sprung up in eager life. Satisfied, Daggyr clicked his finger, the steel plunged into the white hot forge.
As he worked, Daggyr planned.
'What now? Firstly I'm going to visit Darkmont…who knows what I can pick up? Then…"
The melted steel rose out of the forge and spun around its creator like a silver rope.
'…then,…revenge…operation…Ultio' (A/N: Means revenge…according to an online latin dictionary…anyone know latin out there? )
The steel curled itself into a snakish spiral. Ice surrounded the steel, and it cooled down. The blacksmith's hammer lifted itself off the bench and started shaping the steel into a thin deadly blade.
'First, I'll target all the high nobles of "Voldie's court" spiraling upwards and upwards towards the pinnacle of the iceberg. Spreading as fast as basilisk poison through an artery…shame that imbecile Wormtail spread the word…he deserved a worse death…'
The sword was finished, folded steel or the best quality. Perfectly balanced, and perfectly deadly. Its thin blade is a silent killer, rather than a chopping and hacking butcher's knife. Running his finger along the edge of the blade, he smiled as a pearl of crimson blood rolled down its cold surface.
"Sword of mine, bonded by first blood. I name thee…Revenge."
Daggyr smile but couldn't help thinking there was something imperfect with his sword.
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Hermione Granger frowned as she ran into the Great hall, half formed thoughts stringing through her head.
The rest of the council was sitting around having their lunch, she approached the table and coughed getting everyone's attention.
She blinked, "Where's Severus?"
"Collecting potion ingredients I believe. He said he doesn't want to be disturbed…" Fleur said, nibbling a piece of lettuce.
"Never mind him, is something the matter Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled cheerfully.
"Well…it's not really that urgent, it was just that, I had thought I'd seen a tattoo on the back of Harry's neck during that last battle…"
"Really?" Draco said interested, then he frowned, "Dark mark?"
"No…it's a red triangle, with what seemed to be an eye within it…"
"Never heard of it…"
"Neither." Neville added.
"I think we should do some research on this…it might explain where he has been in the last 10 years…"
"Very well," Mcgonagall said, "now, with the incoming Autumn celebrations, well, Fleur and I were planning on the quiddich on day 1, market and games on day 2, and the ball on day 3?"
Serverus Snape entered, cheerfully, but no one knew it. Conversations with old Python were always very interesting, and in a strange way, relaxing and de-stressing.
"Ahh!! Severus! I was wondering, for the Celebrations…"
The conversation of unknown tattoos was forgotten.
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Somewhere on a deserted mountain cave, a platinum cauldron was stirring itself. A figure clad in long black old fashioned robes, bit his lip nervously, he stared down at the two books that were placed on his working table. He checked the older book, then conjuring a quill, he wrote into the second book.
[Cyrus Elias Thaddeus- Level 12 Potion's master.
Date: August 28th 2005
Based on some of the previous masters' works, I had brewed up to Stage 49 of the Immortalitis Draught with no hiccups. The rest of the potion is unknown, so here I contribute the "Trial and error-ing" of this potion. To say the least, this is the most difficult potion I concocted in my lifetime.
According to the book (The cover is too faded), One too many or one too less of any ingredient is disastrous…a wrong ingredient is fatal. I know the person before me had failed, and his remains are still fresh. I will add 34 ounces of distilled black unicorn blood prepared with finely grounded Greenrind (2 pinches) to the concoction. I pray for my life, but for my lord, I shall serve…]
A violent explosion erupted with no one there to hear, Cyrus Elias Thaddeus was no more.
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To the untrained eye, the Opacus Plaza seemed totally and utterly deserted. It was also called the midnight Plaza as it was constantly under a blanket of darkness. Only a few everlasting candles lit up the area, but this only served in lengthening the shadows even more.
A black marble fountain curved around like a spiral sculpture in the center. Water, seeming like black molten metal cascaded down into a cloud of silvery mist at the bottom.
However, to the trained eye, Opacus was teaming with life. Two thieves chattered hand to hand in the shadows by a light-less street lamp. A spy was dealing out business with an assassin.
Although there is no rule against it, the majority of the S.K. treat this plaza like a sacred meeting place.
^^Long time no see…Lady Venom Aconitum, I suppose you heard of the… 'rumors'^^, Daggyr bowed sarcastically.
^^Indeed, Daggyr Bloodsong…explain!^^ Venom scowled as she approached.
^^One word, Python^^
^^Oh, that explains all…^^
They did not move for a while, just watching the fountain continue on its continuous cycle of water.
^^What now?^^ Venom turned to Daggyr.
^^We're going on holidays…to Darkmont.^^
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A/N: Oh well, as usual keep the reviews rolling! And I was wondering, do you guys want the apprentices you saw a few chapters ago to have a bigger role. (You know, the two guarding the doors?)