Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, I've had a lot of work and had writer's block for a while... I haven't heard back about the collaboration, so I'm going to assume it's not happening. Yeah, I'm as bummed as you are about it. Anyway, I will be putting out a big Application time - a Nordic girl. Just run with the idea and PM/review the profile You know the drill...
Shout-outs to my new followers:
sajithsangeed.
Panther Hardraad... again
Aaaaaand that's it. Short list... I'm sure there are more (I hope so anyway), and I'll mention them next chapter... whenever that'll be.
Reviews...
SirAC - Your secret is safe with me! I will change this I think... might mould him slightly... I really haven't decided yet. I could use him though... I shall meditate on this.
OliverMoss - That'll make a very nice addition to a chapter idea I have in future... I will update you as time goes on!
Guest - you're very welcome - it's going to go in a very interesting direction...
Panther Hardraad - And you succeeded in doing so. Have a cigar for me ;)
I stood in front of the shelf, examining my gleaming trophies. I saw the gilded bee mounted on it's platform, the scrolls of trading routes mapped out (courtesy of the East Empire Company), the Honningbrew Decanter, and my last trophy - the puzzle box - lay in my hands. I twisted my wrist, changing the symbols with whirrs from the mechanic wheels grinding through the cistern, along with the echoes of droplets of water, Delvin dropping gold coins on one another, his occasional chuckle to himself.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the puzzlebox as if it were a lock. I let my hands gently drift across the surface of it, my hands caressing each engraving, building up a mental image of it's schematics. I moved a hand slowly over the first wheel, moving it very slowly... waiting for that subtle click that told me I had positioned it correctly. It reminded me of when I had opened the puzzledoor in Snow Veil Sanctum, where I had used every inch of my power. Only now, it was different. There was a sense of peace - completeness. I had serenity.
Then he entered my mind.
As if he was knocking over every ounce of focus in my head, and sneering at my anger, my chest began to rise and fall rapidly, my eyes clenched shut and focusing on the heat throughout my body at the man - the traitor.
We had trusted him. I had trusted him. And he had used me. He left me for dead. The man who had taught me exercise and control over my magic had used it for his own ends. What was worse was that he had got away with it.
I felt all of my nerves burn like dragonfire and my anger urged every part of my body to kill Mercer Frey.
"Tenebraeus!" I felt a heavy set of hands on my shoulders. I kept my eyes clamped shut, still seething in anger. "Tenebraeus! Open your eyes now!" I clenched my teeth. I hated Mercer. He was the only thing in my mind. I wanted him dead. "Tenebraeus lad, I need you to calm down!" I wanted him to feel pain! "Tenebraeus, you're going to hurt someone!" I wanted to burn him alive and hear him plea for mercy and scream my name in agony and torment. "TENEBRAEUS!"
My eyes snapped open, and I saw Brynjolf standing in front of me, hands clenching my head and eyes desperately searching for something in mine. I glanced around the chamber, and saw a series of objects floating in mid-air. Delvin's gold coins were suspended in air, water droplets hanging as if they were on threads, and even the small puzzlebox was hovering in my palms, turning slowly. The fires burnt brightly, illuminating the entire cistern, causing the rats to retreat to darker corners of the sewers, and echoes of rumbles and vibrations ran through all of us inside the chamber.
I felt the weight of everything, and suddenly collapsed onto the bed beside me, gasping for air. The fire died down, and every object dropped to gravity's will. I tried to breathe deeply again, and regain some form of composure, finally standing back up.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I coughed, wiping the sweat off of my forehead.
"That was nothing?" I shrugged in response, pulling down my hood and wiping the back of my neck. Brynjolf picked up a long brown cloth and tossed it towards me. "Follow me." He said, walking out towards the Ragged Flaggon. I examined the cloth, finding it to be a long cloak with a buckle at the neck, below the hood.
"Where are we going?" I asked after him.
"For a ride down memory lane lad." He glanced back at me. "Your memory lane."
So, what did you guys think? I'll follow up these chapters in a moment, since I've recently come down with tonsillitis, so I've got little else to do but write. I'm planning to get up to at least chapter 18 by the end of this week though, to compensate for not updating in a while.
For those Assassin's Creed fans out there, I'm glad to finally announce my latest story - The Knight's Templar. It's basically the entire Assassin's Creed Story from Pre-Assassin's Creed to the current date... or at least it will be, I'm still writing.
Anyway, remember to review for the Nordic girl, and just what you thought about this nice little filler - demonstration on those mad magic skills...
