Shadows Reborn (2nd Book)

Chapter 27: Discovery

"Ready?"

Althalos stood on an outcropping that overlooked the great corruption that was Shardizar, looking to his behind, glaring at the still preparing Fendrel Ulricsson. Already, a sword was clutched on his right hand, wispy blue smoke rising out of the tip as his red eyes bore into the equally impatient old man that as both a Silent Brother of his, and also his foster father.

His medium-length hair flowed with the whispers of the wind, under its sheer command. And it seemed as if the wind sister Katarina was very much lively today, with the wind speaking her will.

"Can't you wait?" Katelyn suggested, raising one of her brows, eliciting a vigorous shake from Althalos.

His voice, as normal as ever, formed letters as he replied to the blonde woman. "No."

"And why is that?" The blue dragon that was Seraith asked, calm and emotionless, no one unable to see the arising confusion from within, roaring in its own power, seeking release from this large blue husk.

"You should know," Again, his voice took on a darker tone, not going unnoticed by the others, who were not too very pleased to such a transformation. "The blood calls, my friend."

Seraith's thoughts were a maelstrom of destruction, laying waste to her consciousness. It was like before, but now, it was as if Althalos was himself, not some possessed wretch under the demon lord's constant watch.

She attempted to stop the growing dissension between father and son, but it efforts were futile.

"Really?" Fendrel butted in. "The blood calls for you, Champion of Merec?"

He put emphasis on Althalos's unholy title, glaring at his foster son as the son did to his father.

The bond grows ever more powerful. He thought to himself, tinges of fearing reaching up and grasping his chest within its icy grip.

"A Champion of Merec he is. Leave him be." Now, Miasmador was speaking, an even deeper, yet more rougher tone than Althalos. "You already know the... side effects."

They all left it with a resounding sigh, Alianor and Justin playing again, lost into their little playground, Seraith and Miasmador engaging in a heated conversation, and Katelyn and the Nightwalkers speaking in some unknown, incomprehensible language, but the lone man, the one being talked about, narrowed his red orbs into barely discernible slits.

What are they talking about?

None. Now, get to your petty missions.

His curiosity would not relent, but at his Lord's words, it backed down.

For now.

Of course, my Lord Master.

Flatterer. Get to it. It was clear that the Lord of Shadowy Death was clearly not amused by his antics, but the Shadow Champion did not mind it for the time being.

"Shall we depart?" He asked, speaking up again, the others turning to him.

"Let's go,"

The blood calls.

So it shall be.

When the Shadows speak,

The faithful shall follow.

Again, another passage from the sacred prayer devoted to only one god, a certain god of shadowy death.

 

"Stop being so damn clumsy!" An old gruff man spoke out against a dank tunnel that could have stretched for miles around. "With the noise you've been making, you could've attracted Shardizar's whole attention!"