The Sacred Stones
(Working Title)
A/N: Instead of waiting for reviews, I have decided to go ahead and submit another chapter.
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Ch.1: New Enemy
"Master, you have summoned me?"
Inside the deep, barely lit cave, the air was thick with the scent of amber's burning, and the closed quarters along with the several torches burning made the air quite thick. However, the man concealed in a white cloak, sitting upon a makeshift throne of stone didn't seem to care.
"Yes, servant…I have." Hissed the cloaked one. His voice seemed almost inhuman, as his voice carried a light echo to it. Like that of a spirit talking.
However, the man whom he was speaking to seemed normal…to an extent. His long silver-colored hair fell loosely down his backside, stopping just over his shoulders. His bangs also hung loosely in front, the very tips just hanging over his hazel eyes.
A trenchcoat-like robe of dark indigo color, draped against the solid stone rock. Open in the front, it revealed what looked like nothing but a simple cloth shirt of black. Skin-tight white leggings pulled up through matching shorts, cut off not 4 inches from beneath the kneecap. Boots of solid black clicked lightly against the stone, as the man walked toward the white-cloaked one.
"My lord, of what do you ask of me?" He spoke lightly, kneeling down to one knee.
There was a brief pause, the soft crackling of the torches burning seemed to go on, and on.
"…Seymour, do you trust your master?"
The man called Seymour seem dumbstruck, "Of course I do, my lord."
"Then it is time to go." The cloaked one responded.
"Go, my lord?"
"…Seymour. Do you know why you were created?"
"…" Another pause, then the cloaked one went on.
"I created you, your younger brothers, and your sister for only one purpose…"
"…To destroy the new rulers of Magvel." Seymour finished.
"That is correct. We'll start with Ephraim, of Renais. Nova."
At the name, a man bearing a solid black cloak entered the small room. A single flame symbol of silver knitting was upon the very top of his hood, which was pulled just high enough to conceal only his eyes. "You called, Your Unholyness?" He had a bony face, as well a double chin.
"Nova, take a battalion of those mercenary forces you hired, and make camp near Castle Renais. Wait for the king to come around the mountain pass, and catch them in an ambush."
Not questioning his orders, the Druid nodded, "Your will be done." Then exited the room to carry out his orders. Seymour, however, stood directly before the throne, locking eyes with the darkness under the white cloak. "My lord, what are you thinking?"
"Scouts say that Ephraim has lead a small band of Renais knights to the eastern mountains. To eliminate a bandit threat, I believe."
"But my lord, how will we know if Ephraim will return by way of the mountain pass?" Seymour asked.
"That is where you come in, Seymour. You are to follow Ephraim into the mountains, and help him to eliminate the bandits. Then, you will lead them through the southern mountains, where Nova and his men will be waiting. Then you will return here." He instructed.
For the longest time, Seymour stood still, taking his orders in. When he was about to turn around, his Master stopped him. "Also, Seymour…tell your youngest brother to take our best spy and head to Jehanna. I want to know of what's going on over there."
At that, Seymour's eyes narrowed, "Why?"
Yet another silence, "You have your orders, Seymour. Do not question me."
Scoffing, Seymour turned around and began out the corridor, he could hear his Master say, "Failure is not an option…servant." Just before he was out of earshot.
"Foolish bastard…"
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"Seth, are we ready to go?"
"Yes, my lord. We've stocked up on some healing items, just in case. Fresh weapons were provided by the armory. We leave on your word, my king."
"Good." Ephraim replied, who had just tied the last piece of armor to his chest and shoulder, then mounted the blazing white steed. Forde and Kyle strode over to their side, both holding the reigns of chocolate colored mares. "King Ephraim, are you certain about this?" Forde asked once more.
"Forde! Why must you question our king so? You—"
"Kyle, peace. Forde, after everything we've been through, how can you question us now?" Ephraim spoke with a sharp look.
Forde, only stood there, then mounted his steed. "My apologies, my king. I will follow you to the ends of the world. You know this."
"That I do."
"My king," Seth spoke, after giving the signal for several soldiers to lower the castle's drawbridge, "Shall we go, my lord?"
"Yes. Let us go with haste."
The four lined up next to one another, and waited as several blue-armored soldiers were lowering the drawbridge of the castle. Until at last, the drawbridge landed on the ground outside with an earth-shaking rumble. The sky was vast, and blue, the fields of grass and the distant mountains looking most promising.
And so, the four set off toward the eastern mountains, unaware of the troops laying in wait for an ambush.
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This chapter turned up a little shorter than I had hoped, sorry.
You know the drill. R&R!