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The guards escorted Jake and Rose down the stairway and across the polished marble floors. The Huntsmaster was already waiting, bound in rope and under close watch by two other guards, who stood close watch to their all-important captive. Jake glanced around; too much had changed since he had last visited. The floor was of a polished white stone, the area directly before them held the councilors desk, behind that the wall curved inwards. As Jake recalled, it was a method of amplification perfected by the Greek's.

Jake turned his attention back at the desk. He and Rose stood before the council desk, which had been replaced with a larger, more curved one.

Before the desk, inlayed into the stone with gold was the dragon order's insignia. On its surface, a dragon carefully shielded a flaming heart while two other dragons flanked it, one spewing a torrent of flame and the other poised in defense. As Jake could recall, the flame around the heart stood for every being's innate magical ability, the dragon holding it was symbolic of every dragon's powerful magic aura. The two dragons at its side symbolized that for any threat posed to magic, others would either rise to safeguard it, or take up arms in its defense. Below the scene was inscribed "Haud Vox Tantus." Translated into Latin, it read "No power so large."

The guards undid Jake's binds and did the same for Rose, and they left the Huntsmaster alone. Jake focused his attention towards the councilor's desk. Two dragons stood from their seats and waited for most of the conversation to die down.

One of the dragons being Andam, Jake recognized as the African dragon in charge of all the dragons of Africa. The other, however, he did not recognize. It possessed a frosty striped appearance with forest green spikes.

Andam spoke, his voice boomed out across the courtroom.

"If all those present would repeat the oath, barring those outside the order."

"As brothers in arms we who are gathered today pledge to pass our fair and honored judgment upon those that are brothers in rite and deed as well as those who are not among our kind," the dragons seated above them recited.

"As those that stood before us and those that stood before them, we who are obligated to preside over this jurisdiction, hereby declare this audience into session," the council members finished.

Andam sighed and spoke again, "as one of our more skilled and talented members is no longer with us, I and the rest of the council in turn hand lordship over to de-fecto councilor Vladimir Burgozky, acting councilor of Russia." Andam gaged and took his seat.

"Thank you, councilor Andam." Vladimir replied, and turned his attention towards the three criminals.

He'd better not screw this one up, Andam thought to himself.

"He already has…" whispered Klude, "I can't even get into the prisons record books, it's bad enough that…" Vladimir spoke again.

"Today we are gathered to pass judgment on three individuals; the first, a recruit of the Huntsclan the second, one from within our own ranks, and the third…" he paused for emphasis.

"The third is magical enemy number four… the all-hated, dreaded and feared, leader of the Huntsclan..."

The crowd began to whisper amongst themselves. Sound carried well, and the room was far from quiet.

"Silence!" Vladimir shouted, "there will be time for stories and accusations later." As he spoke he had begun walking out from behind the desk, and now stood before the Huntsmaster. Vladimir strode toward the Huntsmaster and sneered, but the Huntsmaster didn't flinch.

"So, let me explain to you, terrible hunter, what we have been planning to do with you and your predecessor. For the last five thousand years, while you scurried about like a rat, luring many of us into devious traps, a coward's way of fighting might I add… We've been planning a most devious fate."

"You see, a few dragons, knowing what horrible things the Huntsclan has done, long ago offered their souls to the cause. We created a magical rift of sorts a type of interdimensional box with nearly limitless size. Of course you of all people should know very well the power of magic, you do use it after all. Am I right?"

The Huntsmaster did not speak.

Vladimir only shook his head and smirked. "You know I really never have liked the strong silent type. Well at least…" he whispered between them, "at least we get to find out how strong you really are."

Vladimir withdrew a metallic rod from his cloak and clicked one of the emerald green switches, a crackling green field of movable plasma emerged from its hilt. Vladimir whipped it across the Huntsmaster's face ounce and tossed the implement aside. The Huntsmaster screamed in agony, he had known the thing was painful but not that painful. He had built the new model after all. Cursed dragons must have modified it.

"Yes! You know very well the power of magic. Nearly limitless potential to create, kill, and injure, and that's all you did with it. Well, you thought you were creative? Did you forget that we are dragons, the very essence of magical power within this realm?" Vladimir chuckled.

"That's it, he's definitely gone mad," Andam muttered and began to stand.

"Hold on their my friend," Klude whispered and pulled Andam back down into his seat.

"He may be mad, but I too have waited too long a time to let this moment go to waste, besides, let him have his revenge. Would it really hurt to deny him that? The Huntsmaster's hurt all of us but not as bad as Vlad…"

Andam nodded; there was still time to put the plan into action. He would have his call to power.

"We are dragons! Whatever toys you have created are mere child's play compared to the punishment we have created for you."

"For me?" The Huntsmaster asked, "I'm charmed."

Vladimir growled and whirled around, slashing the air with his claws. At first, nothing happened and the Huntsmaster began to chuckle but that quickly faded as a crack of thunder split the air and a crude portal appeared in the air where Vladimir's claw had made a path.

"You may recall that a few of the dragons you have slain wore pendants around there neck, those pendants lead hear, upon death the dragon who wore that pendent; who felt his or her life would end at the tip of your blade or any member of the Huntsclan for that matter. Their souls reside here; some have been there for nearly a thousand years others, not so long. But let me assure you they're all there, they all are. Very angry, and might I add they all probably have more than a few ideas on how to make your indefinite lifetime a living nightmare."

With that Vladimir walked behind The Huntsmaster, tensed around roundhouse kicked the Huntsmaster into the portal, which promptly whistled shut. The courtroom was rather silent after that many dragons were stunned trying to understand exactly what had just happened. Even the councilors were stunned, just in a slightly different way.

"Yah know," Klude whispered to Andam, "I never actually thought it existed."

"Those that held our positions before told us how to do it but… but I don't think many of us actually had the anger necessary to access it."

"It doesn't matter now," Andam whispered, "a lot has changed since that plan was made. Let us not deny those who suffered their revenge. The Huntsmaster's gone, indefinitely as far as I can recall and there's no way to open it, not that anyone would ever want to…"

Vladimir cleared his throat and turned to Rose, suddenly a sphere of green light split the space behind Vladimir and two Huntsclan assassins entered the room, they leapt towards Rose. Vladimir spun to face the threat but it was too late the lead assassin lifted his energy dagger and stabbed Vladimir viciously in the chest. As Vladimir slid onto the floor holding his rib the court guards were already moving in. The lead assassin drew his sword and matched blades with them.

"Go! Silence her!" the lead assassin shouted to his companions.

Andam and Klude shoved their chairs back and ascended above the scene. Andam glanced around, the entire room aflame with the extra light a dragons eye picked up when fighting. He spiraled towards the remaining assassin, planting himself in front of Hunts Girl just in time. The assassin lifted his dagger, Andam's arm shot out and snapped it backwards. With his open hand, Andam drove his four inch claws into the assassin's chest. Andam sighed and eased his claws out minimizing the amount of blood that would inevitably spray from such a wound.

Andam wiped the blood from his eyes and looked around. Klude attended to Vladimir, who lay on the floor barely breathing. The two court guards still spared with the reaming assassin. Andam mumbled an archaic spell and slid his personal blade from its ethereal scabbard, he charged forward and stuck the icy shaft through the assassins back. The blade vanished from existence as Andam turned to address the audience.

"This council herby withholds its duties till a later date, you are all adjourned."

Andam glared at the guards.

"Remove the American Dragon's bonds. American Dragon, escort Huntsgirl. Guards, help Klude. The rest of you, on my lead."

Still more to come in the next exciting installment!

P.S. Sorry about the horrendous wait times involved with my posts, I'd rather not go into detail on the maters involved. Anyways this was sitting on my desktop for the better part of four months I have a feeling it could have been longer but the few endings I had drafted up for it just didn't work well in the plot. This one seems to be more of what I was aiming for. Cheers!