Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rekindling The Bond ❯ The Darkness ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Guardian Gryphon 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 177 | Status: Work In Progress
“Master Adann Baine?” asked a cloaked figure coming into the darkened throne room. The full moon appered outside the window as it lit up the room without the use of candle light.
“Yes?” The young man asked his face was not able to be seen since it was out of the moons reach.
“Our spies report that Kyle, the one you said defeated your three soldiers, has just left your father’s house. Your father said something to Kyle about returning a sword that was his?”
A evil laughter echoed throughout the throne room cutting the conversation in half. “Excellent, tell my soldiers to prepare for the blinding light of the sun, it shall be coming upon us soon. Now go I heard enough.”
The cloaked figure seemed shaken as he let out a quiet, “Yes, sir.” Leaving the room immediately after that.
Adann who was now alone grabbed his sword that laid across his lap and lifted it up. He walked down the small steps and went near the window where the moon reflected over his scared face. He unsheathed his sword and placed it up to the moon where it reflected a bright light. Adann squinted his eyes as a small dark cloud loomed over the its paper white gleam.
An evil smile glided over his face, “Perfect, it is all coming together as I planned, any day now and I should be able to engulf this so called Kyle that holds my father sword in his hands. Then from there I should move in on killing my father so nothing is left to haunt me.” The gleam in Adann’s eyes increased as he sheathed his sword, going out of the throne room to commence the second part of his plan.
Two days passed before he laid eyes upon the deteriorating castle. Kyle stood over looking the castle from a cliff. Some of the stain glassed windows were shattered and ivy crept up along the stone siding. The castle was located in a middle of a valley that was partially surrounded by trees. The blue sparkling ocean was nearby, extending as far as the eye could see. The sun was going down and a orange purplish sunset was forming over the ocean. The salty sea wind blew roughly against his pale skin like mild sandpaper. His right hand rested on the hilt of his swords as his other hand curled into a fist, his face twitched and he frowned. His eyes scanned to his left and to the right searching for a way down to the valley. His narrowed eyes came across a small path to the side and with out a single thought he took off running stealthily down to the valley below him.
A cloaked man darted down the quiet halls of the stone castle. Without a sound of his comings he appeared at a highly decorated wooden door. He knocked and the echo bounced off the walls around him.
A dark voice from inside answered, “Come in.”
He turned the knob and in panic raced into the training room, keeping his hooded head low for he did not want to disrespect himself in front of Master Baine. The dark red of Adann’s cloak was like a blood spot against the darkened walls of the room.
“Sir, our spies outside the castle have reported an intruder,” the mysterious man stated in an unstable, panicky voice, “He has already taken down a quarter of our guards outside the castle without alarming the other soldiers around him.” The man paused and with a shaken voice asked, “Is this the man that has been sent to kill you?”
Adann chuckled, mocking the man in front of him for being so scared, “I wouldn’t say that he was sent but it’s more of a personal mission for himself. Do you know why?” Adann walked slowly over to the man and knelt down in front of him.
The man dared not look into the eyes of the Devil for he heard many stories. “No, I don’t know why sir,” he said more shaken then the last time.
Adann smirked forcefully as he lashed his arm out and grabbed the front part of the man’s cloak, forcing him to stand and to look eye to eye with him. The young man went wide eyed as he seen the black eyes that starred into his, out of nervousness he starred to sweat.
“It’s because,” Adann started, “I was the one to kill his brother, the only thing he doesn’t know yet is,” Adann put his mouth close to the man’s ear and whispered unflinchingly in a Devil’s tone, “I was the one to make his parents disappear as well, and I made sure it was for good.” His voice dripped like poisonous venom an his mouth quickly turned into a wicked smile.
Adann released the grip on the mans cloak causing the frightened man to his fall to his knees. He witnessed only the beginning of Adann’s known psychological torture for no one else survived to hear or see the rest.
Adann loved to play fear in others, even the most hardened of soldiers fell to the feet of this Prince of Darkness, and all it took was that quiet, diabolical, voice of his that even the Devil himself could not imitate. It was said that the last thing that his prey heard and felt was the white sword and his voice quietly and unflinchingly saying, “Grasp your dwindling paradise pathetic human.” The man looked up at him before Adann walked away to greet the new visitor of the castle. The door slammed closed leaving him in the moonlit room. ‘That man isn’t human,’ he thought while standing, breathing heavily while a cold sweat over took his body, ‘he’s a beast beyond any of the Devil’s various forms.’
Kyle’s sword was drenched in blood, his eyes covered by his loose honey colored hair. His face was in a frown as he stood in front of the large, ruined, wooden arched door that lead to the inside of the castle. He knew that who ever was inside already knew of his existence, but it did not bother him, a cocky smirk slid across his face. The wooden doors of the castle opened by themselves with a high pitch screech, like metal scratching against a stone.
“Lets get this over with,” he hissed to himself as he walked through the door and into the darkness that laid inside.
“Yes?” The young man asked his face was not able to be seen since it was out of the moons reach.
“Our spies report that Kyle, the one you said defeated your three soldiers, has just left your father’s house. Your father said something to Kyle about returning a sword that was his?”
A evil laughter echoed throughout the throne room cutting the conversation in half. “Excellent, tell my soldiers to prepare for the blinding light of the sun, it shall be coming upon us soon. Now go I heard enough.”
The cloaked figure seemed shaken as he let out a quiet, “Yes, sir.” Leaving the room immediately after that.
Adann who was now alone grabbed his sword that laid across his lap and lifted it up. He walked down the small steps and went near the window where the moon reflected over his scared face. He unsheathed his sword and placed it up to the moon where it reflected a bright light. Adann squinted his eyes as a small dark cloud loomed over the its paper white gleam.
An evil smile glided over his face, “Perfect, it is all coming together as I planned, any day now and I should be able to engulf this so called Kyle that holds my father sword in his hands. Then from there I should move in on killing my father so nothing is left to haunt me.” The gleam in Adann’s eyes increased as he sheathed his sword, going out of the throne room to commence the second part of his plan.
Two days passed before he laid eyes upon the deteriorating castle. Kyle stood over looking the castle from a cliff. Some of the stain glassed windows were shattered and ivy crept up along the stone siding. The castle was located in a middle of a valley that was partially surrounded by trees. The blue sparkling ocean was nearby, extending as far as the eye could see. The sun was going down and a orange purplish sunset was forming over the ocean. The salty sea wind blew roughly against his pale skin like mild sandpaper. His right hand rested on the hilt of his swords as his other hand curled into a fist, his face twitched and he frowned. His eyes scanned to his left and to the right searching for a way down to the valley. His narrowed eyes came across a small path to the side and with out a single thought he took off running stealthily down to the valley below him.
A cloaked man darted down the quiet halls of the stone castle. Without a sound of his comings he appeared at a highly decorated wooden door. He knocked and the echo bounced off the walls around him.
A dark voice from inside answered, “Come in.”
He turned the knob and in panic raced into the training room, keeping his hooded head low for he did not want to disrespect himself in front of Master Baine. The dark red of Adann’s cloak was like a blood spot against the darkened walls of the room.
“Sir, our spies outside the castle have reported an intruder,” the mysterious man stated in an unstable, panicky voice, “He has already taken down a quarter of our guards outside the castle without alarming the other soldiers around him.” The man paused and with a shaken voice asked, “Is this the man that has been sent to kill you?”
Adann chuckled, mocking the man in front of him for being so scared, “I wouldn’t say that he was sent but it’s more of a personal mission for himself. Do you know why?” Adann walked slowly over to the man and knelt down in front of him.
The man dared not look into the eyes of the Devil for he heard many stories. “No, I don’t know why sir,” he said more shaken then the last time.
Adann smirked forcefully as he lashed his arm out and grabbed the front part of the man’s cloak, forcing him to stand and to look eye to eye with him. The young man went wide eyed as he seen the black eyes that starred into his, out of nervousness he starred to sweat.
“It’s because,” Adann started, “I was the one to kill his brother, the only thing he doesn’t know yet is,” Adann put his mouth close to the man’s ear and whispered unflinchingly in a Devil’s tone, “I was the one to make his parents disappear as well, and I made sure it was for good.” His voice dripped like poisonous venom an his mouth quickly turned into a wicked smile.
Adann released the grip on the mans cloak causing the frightened man to his fall to his knees. He witnessed only the beginning of Adann’s known psychological torture for no one else survived to hear or see the rest.
Adann loved to play fear in others, even the most hardened of soldiers fell to the feet of this Prince of Darkness, and all it took was that quiet, diabolical, voice of his that even the Devil himself could not imitate. It was said that the last thing that his prey heard and felt was the white sword and his voice quietly and unflinchingly saying, “Grasp your dwindling paradise pathetic human.” The man looked up at him before Adann walked away to greet the new visitor of the castle. The door slammed closed leaving him in the moonlit room. ‘That man isn’t human,’ he thought while standing, breathing heavily while a cold sweat over took his body, ‘he’s a beast beyond any of the Devil’s various forms.’
Kyle’s sword was drenched in blood, his eyes covered by his loose honey colored hair. His face was in a frown as he stood in front of the large, ruined, wooden arched door that lead to the inside of the castle. He knew that who ever was inside already knew of his existence, but it did not bother him, a cocky smirk slid across his face. The wooden doors of the castle opened by themselves with a high pitch screech, like metal scratching against a stone.
“Lets get this over with,” he hissed to himself as he walked through the door and into the darkness that laid inside.
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