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The cell door cracked loudly against the wall, snapping open Rose's eyes. Rose faintly glimpsed the guards struggling to muscle in the Huntsmaster who lay limp within their grasp; followed closely by a tired Jake. They chained the Huntsmaster to the wall and fitted a thick glowing band around his neck. Jake shuffled into a corner as directed by the guard behind him.

He sat and the guard attached the manacle to his ankle, producing another collar identical to that that of the Huntsmasters the guard latched it on. The guards left quietly without another word. Jake sighed now aware that the tremendous pain the Huntsmaster inflicted had now disappeared. It was instead replaced by an enormous lack of energy. He yawned and stretched curling up on the floor for another rest.

Flexing his sore joints Jake irritably shifted position. Several minutes later he was still uncomfortable and highly annoyed. He gingerly pushed Rose from his grasp and sat up, sniffing the air; reeking of mold and something far more putrid. Listening closely Jake could just barely make out someone muttering angrily under their breath.

"Yo, Huntsmaster, you do realize I can hear you right?" Jake huffed.

"What's my opinion matter to you anyways dragon?" The Huntsmaster rasped.

Jake frowned, unable to think of a fitting response. Quite frankly the Huntsmasters opinion didn't matter to him, the same someone who'd tried to kill him since the first meeting. So much for good impressions. He mused.

"I've made pelts of over thirty of your race, there bleached and sundered skulls being venoms rebuke to all your kind." The Huntsmaster stated punctually.

"And you… still so young and unskilled, yet able to escape my grasp every time unscathed.

Jake picked himself up and moved closer to the Huntsmaster, so that they met eye to eye.

"The Huntsclan has a legend, where ounce in a thousand years a terrible beast should arise to strike down the enemy's of the clan."

"From what I've seen," Jake smirked "You just so happen to be that terrible beast. And now so soon your reign of terror comes to an end."

"You dare mock me?"

The Huntsmaster barred his teeth and spat in Jakes eye.

"You're really an asshole!" Jake roared.

Reaching out, he dug his claws into the Huntsmasters arms. A crackling blue field burst from the bands around the pairs necks which met with a tremendous crack of thunder. Jake and the Huntsmaster cried out. The Huntsmaster rammed hard against the wall and Jake flew back landing in a crumpled heap on the other side of the cell. Jake glanced around acquainting himself with the aftereffects.

"You're incredibly fucking stupid!" The Huntsmaster screamed from the other side of the cell.

"And you're the one who got me in this mess in the first place!" Jake snapped back.

Rose to her credit had not bolted awake at the deafening sound and instead now listened as Jake and her uncle exchanged hated remarks with one another.

"What mess?" The Huntsmaster quipped.

Rose lifted her head from the floor and put on a show trying to act like she'd slept though the entire thing. The Huntsmaster however didn't buy it.

"Get out of my sight you pathetic, magic lover! You dragon hugger! I now know all about your little charade. How you've been fooling me for all these years."

Rose sighed and spoke up, her cover blown.

"No uncle, from one year, three weeks, and six days from today. I have never lied a single sentence to you. It was only until I met Jake Long for who he really was, did I change my mind. It was then at that moment- that day, that minute, that second… That I realized that my prize- my prey had its own heart."

"Now I hunt him in a different way." Rose patted her heart.

Jake smiled broadly, unduly aware of all the hunting that had and would take place. Rose went to Jakes side and helped him up. Stepping towards the Huntsmaster Jake glared down at him, a fiery presence in his eyes. Opening his mouth Jake whispered so that only they could hear.

"Your order is broken and shall stay shattered till the seal is found. Your kind marks a harmful blemish to your entire race, no matter how many mar the realms wonder. The lamplighter works ceaselessly, yet every lamp he lights is different. For your crimes I shall shatter yours. But to the moment we next speak your flame shall whither and in those hours I bade you seek penance."

Rose inched closer trying to hear.

Jakes mouth moved but nothing came out and the Huntsmaster, terrified, listened as the voice of Jake spoke within his mind.

There exists a fire far larger then that which is yours. Remember… each lamp is different, but the flame can still be saved.

With that the presence within Jakes eyes vanished. As he turned away, the heavy clatter of metal filled the halls. Rose got to her feet as the guards keys jingled in the lock. The door swung inwards and the guards stomped in. Jake held up his hands innocently but the guards pushed him down anyways. Showing no restraint with the Huntsmaster they viciously dug their claws into him and dragged him out of the cell to parts unknown.

Pulling Jakes hands behind his back and securing them, the guards brought in a fearful looking muzzle. Rose looked on as Jake batted his head from side to side in obvious protest of its placement. Genuinely frustrated one of the guards holding onto Jake jabbed him with a claw. Jake opened his mouth in a cry of pain, and with that the guards forced the muzzle onto his head and locked it in place.

They starred down at him as he ravenously clawed at the thick metal, strangled yelps of pain echoed off the walls. The guards whispered amongst themselves. As they left some of them cast pity filled glances back at the struggling form. The door closed, but the usual silence did not follow. Rose crept over to Jake who wailed pitilessly though the metal device. She stayed there, unmoving, until the screaming turned to quite sobbing.

Grabbing hold of Jake's head Rose found it was far too heavy for her to lift and apparently it worked the same for Jake. Lying down on her stomach she looked into the slits on both side's of his head and hoped he could see her. Otherwise he was going to have a lonely, and frightening experience.