The Overthrow of Busistocaria

Alice and Jasper reached the end of the woods quite quickly. They turned around and them being vampires could see what hapened to the town. Alice explained to Rosalie what had happened.

 

Blake appeared out of the woods, "Whats going on?", he asked bandages across his torso and milk dripping from his mouth, the empty carton was on the floor.

 

Casually, appearing through the shadows, Vallyn spoke "My brother... He summoned a Black Dragon. A Nethereal Dragon." The assassin was still cladded in black, entirely invisible even with the suppression of his shadow tendrils.

 

Without thinking Blake rushed into the forrest trailing his spear in the air

 

The drow-shade, Vallyn, watched the boy run about with his spear. What does he think he's going to do? He thought, his amber eyes staring at Blake.

 

Blake leapt up into a tree leaving fire in his wake, "Well i'm out of work", he said glumly "...and out of milk"

 

Rosalie watched as Blake got stopped by the fire.

 

Blake dropped from the tree and returned to the edge of the woods

 

Removing a flask from his belt, Vallyn tossed it to Blake. "It may not be milk, but it'll heal your wounds a lot more." He spoke, his velvet-soft voice soft.

 

"Thanks, guy" he said and gulpped some of it down and passed it back, "I think i've seen you before" he sadi to Vallyn not remembering how he got his injuries

 

Vallyn sat back, summoning a glowball. The magical orb filled with light, radiating them all.

 

Blake sat down on the ground cross legged and pondered into his thoughts

 

Blade was waiting with Rosalie

 

"Nethereal Magicks... Magic of the Dead World," He began, as if reading from a book. Actually, he was reading a book! A black tome with green and yellow vortexes and gems decorating it. The tome contained great magic, it seemed. "'Unlike necromancy, which allows one to commune with the dead and control them, or some dark rituals, Nethereal Magicks allows one to great obtain power by literally drain the Netherworld of its own lifeforce, while the caster loses only the Weave, or mana. When the Dead World is completely drained of its lifeforce, enfused within the caster (for only one caster is given the opprotune power), then that caster becomes an undead immortal. A lich. Depending upon the power gained, the lich has to undergo trials of darkness and shadow,'" he paused to catch his breath, sighing. Nethereal Magicks were to be damned. He continued his pause, coldsweat beading down his ebony face.

"So, from what I read, the conspirators are not using Nethereal Magicks, but Shadow Weave... The opposite of the Weave. They must be performing dark rites, milady." Vallyn explained to Rose, his voice constricted by some pressure i his throat. Fear? He shook his head.

 

Rose looked at Vallyn and contemplated what he had said, "Seems reasonable to me." She said as she sat down.

 

He closed the tome, replacing it into his cloak. He shook his head. He arose and walked towards the opposite of the glowball that hovered in the center of refugees. He was hidden by the darkness as he exited the lights limited range. "What to do, what to do... This, I do not know..." He lamented, his voice soft and omniscient, appearing from every direction.

 

Blake stood up, fire came from his spear on the floor, the spear yearned for blood shed.

 

"Relinquish the flame, no danger is near." Vallyn ordered, walking around the camp, out of the light.

 

The spear jumped into the hand of Blake leaving a fading trail of fire, Blake struck the air the fire quickly bannished from the blade

 

"Much better," He spoke, relieving the left scabbard of its blade. The shadow blade shone with an eerie green light as the shadow tendrils danced about it.