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Chapter 10.
Cat and Raven
Kaylin was perched as a cat on Darkstorms desk.
"So," he said, "what did you really want?"
Darkstorm was standing with his back to Kaylin. "I have already told you."
Kaylin nodded. "True. But it is all lies. I know you too well to be taken in by your innocent act."
Darkstorm sighed. "Fine." He growled. "I'll tell you. There are nine spells of unfathomable power, and I know all of them. But I was going to teach Raven ten spells…"
"The tenth was a spell to control her wasn't it?" Asked Kaylin.
Darkstorm nodded.
"Why not Wraithe?" Said Kaylin. "I'm sure you know a spell powerful enough to control her."
"It wouldn't work." Said Darkstorm. "She's too clever. You saw the way she played us all in the Dark Dimension. It was only Arellas surprising burst of mothering that stopped her this time."
"Alright." Kaylin sighed. "Then what do you want with Raven?"
Darkstorm looked at the cat for the first time. "I need her to finish what she started. Trigon must be destroyed!"
"But why?" Kaylin looked perplexed. "Trigon was defeated and weakened by Raven. What threat is he now?"
"Not a threat!" Snapped Darkstorm. "But I need him destroyed! I want his power!"
"So you're power hungry then?" Said Kaylin.
"Not… really," said Darkstorm, "I need Trigons power over life and death. I need to bring back… her…" His gaze flickered to one of the portraits adorning his wall.
Kaylin looked at the portraits.
The first one was of Arella, she was standing next to a fireplace with a distant expression on her face.
The next portrait was of Wraithe, the artist had managed to perfectly capture Wraithes haughty smile and air of self-importance.
The next was of a younger Raven, she was wearing a white robe and looked about ten or eleven years old.
The next was of the human side of Darkstorm, standing proud and disdainful.
The final picture was the one Darkstorm had let his gaze linger on. It was a pretty young woman with a joyful expression adorning her beautiful features. Long pink hair cascaded down her back and her cat-like eyes were full of life and delight.
Underneath the portrait were the words Elanzabeth Darkstorm.
Kaylin sighed, "I'm sorry. I hadn't realized. But you mustn't torment Raven for her sake. Elanzabeth wouldn't have wanted that."
"She was my wife." Growled Darkstorm. "I loved more than anything else in the world. I will bring her back!"
Kaylin looked away. He leapt off the table and left Darkstorm to his brooding thoughts.
The wind whistled through the streets of Azarath as Kaylin made his way back to his quarters.
Far below the elegant city a Dragon flew low to the ground as a wizard with long white hair pursued him.
Just like old times.
THE END