Jump to content

Recommended Posts

"None of those things. From the sound of it, Wrath sacrificed itself to save the rest of its mind. When Joseph awakes, he will no longer have the ability to feel rage. Or anger. At all."

(201 pages!)

Edited by Blewcheese

"Yeah. What happened...?"

Pops cuts in.

"Nothing. You just knocked out. You must not be getting enough sleep."

This time, Pops uses telekinesis. He addresses the entire group, all but Joseph.

'Don't tell him about Wrath. Or anything that went on in there.'

"What are you talking about?"

*Snowfall gets out of the hug (because she was hugging Joseph*

"We are gonna start searching for Dark Will now."

*She smiles*

"I'm glad that when you fell, you didn't get into a coma. Because when you became unconscious, you fell to the ground really hard."

"Oh, nothing much."  Jakob says.

 

​Meanwhile, back at the Islands...

 

Shadowfall gazed out into the seething blackness.  The Void was...interesting, to say the least.  An interesting backdrop for his grand finale.

He was waiting for someone.  They were late.  But of course, with the Warriors dead, he had all the time in the world.  There was no rush.  He could take the time to oversee every detail.  Mistake could mean failure.  And after a thousand years of biding his time, Shadowfall would not let a mistake ruin everything.

 

Ah, at last.  Here he came, rushing nervously up the path.  Upon reaching Shadowfall, the man collapsed to the ground in a shaky bow.  He was pathetic in every way of the word, but he had his uses.  

 

"I'm so sorry for being late, friend!  I know how you don't like it when I'm late, but surely poor Manestro's greatest and bestest friend will forgive-"

 

Shadowfall kicked the grovelling fool in the chest.  The sound of ribs snapping was music to his ears.  As were the screams as he crawled away in pain.

 

"What have I told you about calling me friend?"  Shadowfall said calmly after the wails had died down to wimpers.  "Really, it would do you good to remember what I say."

 

 Shadow tendrils wrapped around the man, lifting him into the air.  They moved like living things, pulsuating and twisting around him.  His cries of pain slowly stopped as the shadows entered his body, shifting bones back into place and mending punctured lungs.

(DP)

 

"Well, I mean, Manestro has been searching very hard, master, but poor Manestro has been-"

 

Another kick.  Another shatter.  Another scream.  But this time, Shadowfall was no longer calm.  That beacon was his one weakness, the one thing that could turn his plan into a pile of rubble and cinders.  He bent down, grasping his gloved hand around the sputtering fools throat.  He stood, raising the man into the air so his shoes were a foot from the ground.

 

"I shall not stand for another failure, mortal.  That beacon must be destroyed.  I have instructed you, and you alone with this chance.  If you do not succeed again..."

 

Shadowfall let out a cold laugh.

 

"Well, I'm sure there are plenty who would accept the task."

 

He dropped the man, sending him collapsing to the ground.  He looked up in fear as Shadowfall walked away.

 

"But, my master, how will Manestro search with his injuries?"

 

In response, Shadowfall's tendrils produced a roll of parchment and some honey.

 

"Figure it out." He said, walking towards the half-constructed obelisk rising into the sky.

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
×
  • Create New...