Disclaimer: I do not own any of the knights. I only own the original characters portrayed in this story.
The knight held his head high, though the fear was evident as the masked man moved forward. "So brave," A feminine voice admired from the shadows.
"We have ways of fixing that." The masked man said as held a small needle in front of the knight causing the young man to falter slightly as he pulled against the restraints.
"Please," he began and the man drew nearer with the needle. The knight knew these people would not hesitate to kill him. It would be one less of Arthur's knights in the way. As this fact dawned on him, not for the first time, he now screamed in protest. "Somebody help me." He thrashed against the ropes binding him to the chair.
"Sshhh," The feminine voice soothed as she moved from the shadows. She came up behind the knight and placed her hands on his shoulders as she bent down behind his chair.
"Galahad," She whispered in his ear as her hands moved up his neck and into his hair. She gently caressed him and the knight leaned his head back finding the woman's touch very calming. He seemed to forget his situation, and ceased to struggle. "No," he breathed realizing how powerless he had become, but the woman stopped him as she continued to sooth him with her voice and touch.
The masked man came forward and placing a hand on Galahad's arm, stuck the needle into him. As soon as the contents of the needle seeped into him, Galahad shot forward but was held back by the woman behind him who now had a firm grip on his head. One might have noticed the change as her amber eyes slowly drifted to a deep red.
The masked man stepped back as he completed his part and watched the transaction before him. Galahad screamed as he appeared in pain and tried desperately to remove himself from the woman's grasp. "Seraph, what do you see?" The woman frowned as the images flashed through her mind. "Power." She shook her head trying to sort out what they meant. "They have...remarkable power."
The masked man knew of course of whom she spoke of. Arthur and his knights. He knew they would be a terrible burden on him if they were not dealt with. Galahad relaxed as he let the pain course through him, but jerked suddenly as Seraph screamed releasing him and grabbing her own head.
"What is it?" The masked man asked calmly. The woman shook her head and creeped back into the shadows as her eyes returned to their amber state."Tell me what you saw?" The man demanded to know.
"Death," She hissed at him as she stood up. The man stepped forward and cocked his head, confused as to why this vision would have startled her. It wasn't like death was an uncommon thing for her to see.
Galahad had now settled back, a blank expression crossed his face as he slumped in his chair. "There was only darkness. I could feel nothing but an eternal darkness."
"Your death?" The man questioned, slightly bewildered that Seraph's death somehow tied in with these Roman knights.
"Yes," The woman glared at him, but then her expression softened as she came nearer to him," and no."
The man rushed forward, grabbing Seraph by the throat and forcing her against the wall. "Don't play games with me." He yelled, as Seraph began to laugh.
She knew it was unwise to upset him, but enjoyed the moment of power and joy she received from this.
"Does it scare you..." she asked, "that I have foreseen my end? Are you afraid yours won't come far behind?"
The man threw her to the ground. "I do not fear death." He turned to leave her.
"Yet you fear these knights?" She called out and the man turned around and glared her defiance.
"I fear nothing," He said as he moved towards her knowing his mere presence had to power to frighten her.
"I have seen it...you are afraid they will destroy you."
"If they come," The man started as he moved towards the door once again," they will fall like the rest." With that he walked out the door and slammed it shut causing the sound to echo throughout the empty chambers.
Seraph stood up and walked over to the door deciding it would be best to retire to her room for the moment.
As she passed Galahad, he sat up and his head fell back and she noticed he was awake. A smile of amusement formed on his face and Seraph stopped a moment, as a smile of amusement formed on her own face. "I see it's working."
"Sleep tight." She smirked, though a feeling a pity passed through her a moment. She shook it off and continued out the door, making sure it was locked.
She walked through the halls, almost appearing in a trance. She finally reached her room, and walked inside. She closed the door and leaned against. Seraph knew that now that the door was closed, she couldn't open it.
Once the door was closed, it was locked. Master made a special point not to let her out of her room. If a room is what you'd call it. It was more like a prison. This was how he dealt with her.
She let out a sigh and walked over to her bed. She sat down and then collapsed onto the pillow.
Why had the vision from Galahad done this to her? It almost seemed as if it weakened her...but how? She didn't understand how a vision could have a physical impact on her. At least not from him...he was only mortal.
Seraph dismissed it for the moment and closed her eyes allowing sleep to overtake her, but sat upright as someone pounded on her door. She nervously got up and walked over to the door. "Yes?" She asked as the door flew open. She stepped back as the masked man walked into her room.
"Have you gone mad?!" Seraph shook her head as she realized what had put him in this foul mood. "What?" Was all she managed as the man moved forward, fury burning in his eyes. "You would dare challenge me?!"
"My lord, please forgive me." Seraph begged. She knew she had no chance of winning a fight against him from the start. Yet, despite her obvious submission, the masked man continued to advance.
In coordination, when he moved towards her, she would take a step back and eventually she found she was no longer able to back away from him. She had reached the far wall of her room which held the only window leading to the world outside.
When he had moved closer to her, he reached out a hand and gently traced his finger along the side of her face. "Tiernan," She pleaded, but he held a finger to his lips.
Seraph lowered her head as he brought both his hands to her face and gently held her face in his hands. Then his grasp tightened and she knew what he was doing.
Her hands shot up and grabbed his arms attempting to pry his hands away from her head. Seraph knew the damage he could do. "Tiernan, please." She pleaded once more as her mind suddenly went blank.
"No!" She struggled against his grip, but realized she was too late as the images shot through her head. Visions poured into her mind and bore into the depths of her soul. Her head shook violently as his grip tightened.
"You will never defy me again!" Tiernan ordered through clenched teeth.
Why had she mocked him? Seraph regretted her behavior earlier as he sent his life, his future prying into her mind. He knew it was hard to control...the power his life possessed.
With Seraph still in his grasp he dragged her over to the bed and threw her onto it finally releasing her from his hold. She sat there a moment, breathless, as the present world came back to her. Her head was throbbing.
She looked up at him as he climbed onto the bed; his mask seemed to glow as the moonlight reflected off of it.
Tiernan crept ever closer until he was fully on top of her. He leaned in closer, "You know what to do?" He whispered as Seraph closed her eyes.
She knew of whom he spoke. Galahad. She knew what he wanted her to do with him. The same thing with all the knights. It was his master plan.
"Yes, my lord." She obediently complied.
Tiernan pushed himself off her and walked over to the door. "Don't disappoint me."
It was soft, but Seraph could hear the threat in his voice...almost daring her to challenge him again. When silence followed, he walked out the door leaving it open.
Author's Note: Well that's my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review. I would very much like to see if people would like me to continue the story. Thank you.
- I remain your humble servant.
