So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the ranging sea

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

You'll never notice
The color of sin
Just as the storm clouds close in
It's dark

Here in the shadows
I am pursued
Until the ends of the earth
Embraced

The ghost ship wanders far
For there is no guiding star
And this treasure has no meaning anymore

So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the ranging sea

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

You know completely
The taste of sin
Melting sweet in your mouth
Like chocolate

A moment of pleasure
You are fulfilled
But every dream has its time
To die

The ghost ship wanders far
For there is no guiding star
And this treasure has no meaning anymore

Will this be my fate?

So where do I sail?
A ship losing control
My cries swallowed up, lost in the ranging sea

So where has love gone?
Will I ever reach it?
The Cape of Storms echoes the pain I feel inside

(The Cape of Storms – Hyde)

Chapter 3

Part 1

Hate

The pain seemed to last forever. He knew that he had to be in hell. What else could burn him so completely and deeply if not the fires of hell. Then the fire began to subside, but it had taken his heartbeat with it. He was one of the living dead, he knew it upon instinct.

A weight sat upon Talon's chest just before he opened his eyes, seeing the woman who had attacked him. Talon reached up to push her off, a rush of knowledge filling him. All of the knowledge that the woman had held was now his own. Talon held his head and backed up against the wall, causing it to crack as he pushed against it.

"What…have you done to me?"

The woman moved over to him and brushed his long black hair away from his now crimson eyes.

"I have made you one of the undead. You will now feed upon the blood of the living…you are now immortal and you shall be my mate."

Talon slapped her hand away.

"No! I will never be yours! You turned me into a monster!"

The woman laughed softly. "Oh you poor thing. I didn't kill that hunter just so that you would push me away. You will come around sooner or later."

Pain filled Talon once more. William. He could remember seeing his body with his neck ripped out. Talon found himself wanting to weep, but the tears would not fall. He looked up, his pain showing clearly through his eyes. He reached out to the woman and held her close before letting out his magic. His magic ran through the demon, ripping her limps from her body and scattering them about the cabin. Talon fled from the cabin and set the building on fire with his magic. The building turned to ash almost immediately, and he called a powerful wind to scatter the ashes to the four corners, so that there was no possibility for the demon to pull herself together.

Then he ran.

He ran until the scent hit him and took control of him. He had seemingly blacked out for a moment, finding that there was a man dead at his feet. Talon could still taste the blood on in his mouth; feel it's warmth in his throat.

He ran again, not stopping until he reached the nearest lake. I fell to his knees, retching up the bloody contents of his stomach.

Part 2

The Moving Island

Talon looked up slowly when a wet hand touched his face. He felt at peace when he saw that the Lady of the Lake had come to him in his greatest time of need. He pushed his face lightly against her hand, taking comfort in the small touch.

"My Lady. Oh what have I become? A demon…a monster…is this my punishment for betraying my family? Is this my punishment for letting Camelot fall?"

"No punishment. It is a curse and a gift. You are now immortal as you would have been had your mother kept you on Avalon."

"But at what costs My Lady? I must feed upon human blood. Such dark magic keeps this body animated."

The lady let out a musical sigh.

"Magic is neither light nor dark young one. It is the casters intent that determines the label placed upon it."

"She is right you know nephew."

Talon looked away from the Lady of the Lake and looked upon his aunt with his crimson eyes. Talon frowned when he saw the hilt of Excalibur sticking out from a bundle of fabric. Morgan moved closer to him and kissed his cheek.

"We must hide Excalibur Talon. Many have sought to wield it since Camelot fell and all of them seek it for dark purposes."

Talon forced himself to stand, though he didn't think his legs could hold him for long.

"What must we do?" He was momentarily pulled from his despair and confusion, all of his attention focused on protecting his uncle's sword.

"Long ago, when the civilization of Atlantis fell…a piece broke off. This piece held all of the island's magic. This piece is called The Moving Island and it comes to the magic that calls for it. I bound this magic to two pendants long ago. I gave one of them to you when you graduated from your apprenticeship."

Talon touched the piece of metal that was rested against his collar bone.

Slowly, Morgan walked into the water and held her hand under her own pendent, allowing her magic to surround it. In moments an island pushed up out of the lake, a bridge forming from stones pushing up out of the water and leading to the river bank.

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Talon gave a low whistle as he saw the beautiful castle. He had done as he was told and found a bolder of obsidian and carried it in his arms. He was surprised that the rock seemed to weigh nothing to him. He followed his aunt through the marble halls to the most amazing garden with the most exotic of flowers. He placed the stone in the center and moved over to the blue roses, taking in their amazing aroma.

"This place is beautiful."

Morgan gave the softest of nods as she uncovered Excalibur. She held the sword above her head before plunging it into the stone, causing veins of melted rock to form for just a moment before solidifying.

Talon walked over to his aunt and looked at the sword.

"So the next king will have to do as Arthur did."

Morgan nodded again.

"Yes. Only a true king can pull the sword from the stone. Such will insure a worthy king."

Morgan turned slowly, tears in her eyes as she looked upon her nephew.

"Please…find those of evil blood to feed upon." Morgan kissed her nephew's lips lightly before leaving the castle. She walked to the shore of the island and Talon watched as a boat came from the mist. He ran after her, fear gripping his un-beating heart.

"Morgan!" Morgan stepped upon the boat as Talon arrived at the lake. "Morgan…no…don't leave me. Please. Not like this. Not now."

Morgan smiled through the mist. "You will do well…it is your time to be on your own. We will meet again."

Talon fell to his knees and let his pain flow from his body in agonized screams.

Part 3

All Consuming Darkness

Talon gasped after he had finished releasing his pain. His mind was growing dark, as if something was trying to take hold of him.

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…Talon looked down at his feet, seeing a body lying at his feet. He didn't know how he could tell, but he knew that a year had passed since he had been on The Moving Island. He looked around him confused, feeling the blackness that had been surrounding his brain lift away and make things clear. Talon fell to his knees and looked down at himself. His skin was sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight, and there was someone screaming a few feet away.

Talon figured that the woman had been the man's wife, and that she had seen him kill the man.

"Forgive me." Talon spoke in a language that he did not know that he knew. He found a wealth of knowledge that he did not have before he blacked out a year before. He took a deep unneeded breath before he began running again. He didn't know where he would stop, but he had many things that he needed to sort out.