Chapter 8 "Blake's Arrangements"
Blake stormed angrily dragging his daughter behind him; he was already ready in his mind.
It had been four days since landing in this new territory but time seemed to float by much quicker.
He'd gotten food and water since there was a large amount of fruit about and sleep was easy to catch.
During this time Melody couldn't figure out what was going on she'd only just heard about what happened to her mother from Spike and now she had no clue where Spike was or where she was for that matter.
She missed being home; the area around her was peaceful but the way Blake went about the place, made her feel tense.
Blake sat her down in the middle of the grass looking down at her with a very serious expression. "Melody you stay here, I found a few of my elites the other day so I'm going to have a meeting with them."
Melody bit her lip. "But where will you go Daddy?"
Blake snapped at her. "From now on you address me as Blake." He said with a chilling tone. "And it doesn't matter, you stay here and don't move, there's a fruit tree over there and the lake ranges for miles if you need water."
Melody's lip quivered. "Yes Dadd-errr Blake…"
With that Blake went on his way leaving his young daughter behind.
His cape flew behind him as he walked; he was ready to continue with his plan at last.
He walked a while fast paced and stubborn even if this was a new world he was unsure of.
There was a small area of stone that looked as if it had been built a while ago near it were rocks paved like a wall with weird writings on them and in the middle of the place was a dusty surface of ground shaped like a circle.
There were trees behind and some in front of him and as he came closer he saw the elites at last.
There were fifteen of them there all suited up in red armor with long capes and garb along them with a pattern to make them blend in if needed.
They were wearing their helmets which were blunt and noticeable with goggles of red on.
"Where are the rest?" Blake said.
One of them shook his head, signaling they were not present.
"Oh well you'll soon become as well trained as the top members even if I have to teach you myself." Blake said. "I am planning on striking a village I saw about a mile south from here, they don't seem like they have any weapons and I searched a good while undercover."
Blake snarled. "I will take some of them in as soldiers and we'll wipe the rest out."
After a few minutes of Blake's discussing ways of attack and which elites were supposed to be where and when and that the ones with guns and blasters should be on the front line.
Even with only fifteen Blake's plan seemed flawless.
They would strike at four ends with two more for backup to bluff when Blake tells them he has an entire army behind them. (Which he doesn't)
And even if they see his bluff the lack of villager's weapons will be enough headway for him.
"Everything is coming together again." Blake thought to himself.
The elites kneeled in unison and left without so much as a word but Blake understood them anyhow.
They were going to attack tomorrow afternoon and there wouldn't be anybody waiting to challenge him.
Later…
Still Blake was unsatisfied when he finally returned to his daughter he barely said anything at all.
Young Melody had slept against a tree most of the morning and drew pictures in the dirt with a stick for entertainment.
Blake unknowingly stepped on one of her pictures but Melody was too curious about him to care.
"Daddy?" Melody asked.
Blake grunted. "B-l-ake."
Melody's teeth chattered as she put on a fake smile. "Sorry Blake."
"Yes, well what is it?" Blake asked.
"I'm scared." Melody said. "Where are we?"
Blake didn't think to answer; he approached the stream set on the other side of the tree and took a drink.
As he drank Melody tried getting alongside him drinking on the opposite side.
Blake tried to ignore her but her big eyes were making it hard for even him to set aside.
That's not to say he wanted to continue him being so Daddy's-Daughter with her but he did owe her an explanation if he wanted her to stop looking at him like that.
He crossed his legs in a sitting formation and leaned back on the oak tree.
"Alright Melody, I suppose I should explain." Blake said. "I think you and I traveled through a warp-zone."
Melody looked confused at him sticking her head on her hand.
"In other words, the light and the wind that made us show up here, is why we're here." Blake said. "Your brother and your mother we probably won't see again."
Melody looked back with sad eyes, this was terrible news.
Blake didn't want to think about it. "Melody I'm going to have a lot of work the past few days and you're going to have to stay here, I see you got the fruit and water like I told you."
Blake cleared his throat. "But don't worry, I promise we'll have better living arrangements later on."
Melody lay down in the grass stretching her hand out for his as they both lay near the tree.
But Blake was distasteful to his family, sure Melody had stuck by him but in his eyes she'd soon become a traitor as he saw Spike and Sarah.
He moved his hand away turning on his side and Melody turned as well a little saddened by the neglect.
The sun was going down and he needed sleep badly, the tree offered shade and a good place to rest.
His fur brushed against it but for the moment it was nicer then any other spot.
Melody was already fast asleep on the other side of him.
Blake's eyes wouldn't close; he kept replaying Spike's reaction in his head.
He kept remembering the way Spike looked at him, and denied the fact he was his father, and how he just left Sarah.
But he also remembered his meeting with his future self, he saw with his own eyes a valiant brilliant kingly version of himself and he wanted that to happen of his life; and if what his future self said was true then it was only a matter of time before Melody would turn on him too.
"I will have my empire…" he told himself trying to sleep into sleep. "I…swear it..."
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