Sorry for the long wait. I had problems. Anyway, hope you like. Disclaimer: I do not own anything from American Dragon: Jake Long show. A little less than I promised but more will come in time.
Chapter Seven
Marissa, as soon as reaching the practice room, quickly locked herself in her room. Inside, dark clouds littered the ground, where the Huntshadow began to chant in low voices. Marissa's staff was in the middle of a cauldron and sticking straight up. She was poured over a large book with large, flowing words and symbols. On a pedestal next to the cauldron, was a large crystal ball. Rainbow streaks were swirling around in the ball, making different images then parting again, swirling, then turning into another figure.
She looked up from her book, pushing some old fashion glasses on the bridge of her nose. Of course, she wouldn't ever tell anyone that she was near-sighted so she often had to recite a vision spell. But, that wasn't what she was going to recite now. She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, so she was calling in reinforcements. Or rather the ultimate reinforcement. Huntshadow began to chant louder, while one lone Huntshadow began to hit the floor as a drum.
"Hush!" She hissed, turning to the excited shadows. They looked up and obeyed, not meeting thier master's eyes. She turned around and began reading.
Somewhere not that far away...
The Dragon Council was seated near the table, talking amongst themselves of this rumor. The rumor had it that an old, deadly Huntsmaster named Marissa had risen from the dead. When was highly improbable because who would want her back. She was blood thirsty murderer and the only Shadow Master. Hardly no one could control the mysterious shadows of the world.
The Dragon Council never spoke of the powers of the shadows because it was dangerous and powerful thing, and anyone who tried it usually was killed. Yet, the Huntsmistress Marissa had accomplished it. Shadows were unpredictable. They could kill with a quick twitch of the hand. Yet, they never seemed to be at full strength. She killed several dragons by shadow then others by her bare hand. She had an army of shadows behind her and one single one with her. No one ever saw it. The Dragon Council never even knew what it was or if it was real.
Yet, they could tell that some powerful magical source was near her but it wasn't her. The same magical force was with her today. It was only a matter of time before she let it out, to destroy all dragons. She had almost accomplished that when she was alive.
"So, what do we do?" One of them asked.
"We go and check. If she's there, we call in reinforcements. We'll need a army of dragons on hand." Said another. But nobody got up, for nothing of this extent had ever happened before.
To Huntsmaster...
Huntsmaster plopped down in the seat and took a large bite of his sandwich. He should have never awoken her up in the first place. As he swallowed, a deep sickening feeling went through him, as if all the happiness got sucked out of him. The lights in the kitchen flickered before shutting off completely. Huntsmaster blinked then tried the light switch. The lights didn't come on. He dropped his sandwich and ran to the practice room, where Rose was.
The lights were on in the practice room and Rose was bent over, breathing hard. "Rose," He said, walking into the room. Rose looked up, surprised. He hardly ever used her real name. "Did you feel that?" He asked.
Rose lifted an eyebrow. "Uncle? Are you okay?" She asked him, standing up. Then she felt it. Coldness dripping down in her body, taking away all the warmth and happiness. The lights too went off.
They looked at each other before saying in unison, "Marissa.".
The duo stood outside her door. After her death, no one had used the Huntsmaster Room anymore. It was cursed. Anyone who slept in there who hear voices, then be poked among other things, then be killed during the night. Rose hesitantly reached for the doorknob, then pushed it open. Two large red eyes appeared in the doorway with a low, menacing growl that sent chills down thier spines. Then all Rose and Huntsmaster remembered was seeing the red eyes draw back before falling into darkness.
Who does the red eyes belong too? What is the Ultimate reinforcement? Why is the Dragon Council scared? What exactly is a Shadow Master? Review and find out!