Chapter Four: The Other Side
A hooded man walked towards a black marble staircase. It seemed out of place, considering he had just conjured it out of nothing, and the fact that it was in the middle of a graveyard. He walked up the stairs, and magically appeared in a room lit only by the moonlight. Another cloaked man was sitting in a large chair, staring at the moon.
"I'm glad you've come." Said the sitting man. "I'm a bit eager to hear the news."
The first man bowed. "My lord, I have brought word of the two travelers, and where they are heading."
"On with it, then, Trigger." Said the sitting man, bored. Trigger removed his cloak, showing electric hair and wild eyes.
"The group is made up of a boy and a girl… so far. The girl is skilled in the lance, and the boy practices swordplay. He seems like a novice." Said Trigger.
"Continue." Said
the sitting man.
"They arrived in the island country of
Bonacarte earlier today. I sent fiends out, to test their strength,
but the mage princess saved them. The king of Bonacarte denied them
help when they asked for it. They are now sailing towards Dessara as
we speak." Trigger took a deep breath.
"Dessara…Didn't we
just lay waste to that country?"
"It is true my lord,
we have. There are a few scattered survivors. Obviously, the two
wanderers have no idea."
"Do we still have someone situated
in Dessara?" asked the cloaked man.
"Yes, my lord, Atta." Trigger stated.
"You said that the
princess saved them before, didn't you? Order Atta to test them,
this time with no interruptions. Tell him to hold nothing
back."
"Yes, my lord." Trigger bowed, and turned to walk
away.
"Oh, and Trigger," started the cloaked man.
"Yes, lord?"
Trigger asked.
"If they win, do nothing." Said the cloaked
man. "I have a few plans of my own."
Trigger bowed, then
headed down the stairs, disappearing. The cloaked man stared at the
moon once more, and under the hood he was smiling.