The phone rang for sometime when finally someone spoke.
"Hello?" someone said.
"Hello, you took so long…," Dark muttered.
"Aw, sorry for that Darky boy" he apologized.
Dark exclaimed: "I told you how many times that it's alright to call me Darky but no boy behind!"
"Sorry, Darky b- buddy!" he replied.
Dark sighed. Old habits die hard. "Glad you're trying. I called to tell you to meet me at Kerning bar tomorrow. I need to see the Dark lord. See ya there at 10!" Dark put the phone down before his friend could say another word.
"I think I forgot to ask him about his job advancement…" Dark whispered under his breath. He shrugged, switched off the lights and started to climb into bed. He turned his head to steal another look at the window before falling asleep.
The bustling of the market place was even louder in the day. Dark rubbed his eyes and stretched. Tilting his head he looked at the clock on the table beside him. 9.17. He was going to be late.
"Arghh," he complained, "why did I pick such an early time to meet?" He ran down and checked out of the hotel. Dark's stomach was grumbling again, much earlier than usual. Probably because I didn't get to eat anything last night. I'll take a taxi, I can't afford to be late again. He sprinted to the taxi stand and by waving his arms wildly, he managed to flag down a taxi.
"Kerning. Thanks," Dark said.
The taxi was rather comfortable as it was air conditioned and the seats where cushy. The scenery whizzed passed him as the taxi drove on. 40 minutes later, he arrived at Kerning. In Kerning however, the morning life was not as lively as compared to the one at Henesys. There were only a few rouges, attempting to steal from the shops or passersby. Dark handed the driver a sack of money, containing exactly 1200 mesos and hopped off. He bent his head to see his watch. 9.57. Not bad, I am still early. He ran into the bar and saw the spearman there sitting there, enjoying a cup of juice already.
"Not bad Darky boy, you're early for once, by exactly 1 minute and 8 seconds," the spearman said sarcastically.
Dark smacked his forehead. He had this stupid thing for punctuality. He always made sure that everything had to be on time. Even 1 minute made a huge difference to him. "Let's go see the Dark lord, I'll fill you in with the information later. You spearman already?" he said.
The spearman nodded his head and clutched onto his forked spear. On his head was a blue bamboo hat and he was wearing a black dragon robe, the red sash trailing down. He looks way much better than me, bleh. Dark stuck his tongue out at the spearman and began to climb the stairs down leading to the Dark Lord, together with the spearman. The Dark Lord was hanging from the ceiling of the bar, looking like a bat. Stiff, solemn and upside down. Wonder if he would fall if I shouted boo.
"Mr. Dark lord? My Dad asked me to show this to you," Dark said, he took out the letter gingerly from his bag and passed it to the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord took the letter and read it through, scanning it very quickly. He suddenly spoke to Dark in a low, deep tone: "What's your father's name?"
Dark replied curtly: "Owner."
The Dark Lord paused for a moment, comprehending what he had just read. He then took out a book from his pocket and read an excerpt from the book to Dark. The spearman just stood there, motionless, without any idea on what he should do next.
"Four job, with different paths,
Bound by a common goal.
Fate will bring the four together,
And unite against the foe.
A bowman who shoots crossbow bolts,
A magician which walked the path of light.
A warrior with a dragon spirit,
And a thief that throws stars to fight.
The chosen four will have been blessed,
With a gift, each of their own.
The power will seems like a curse,
Till it reveals to them alone."
