The Second Chapter
Savill watched the young boy stalk into the foliage, a sigh escaping his lips. He distractedly trailed his finger in the dirt, drawing out some strange symbols. A slight zephyr cascaded through the air. Suddenly, a chill drew its icy finger down Savill's spine. He shuddered, then looked. That breeze was strange; it didn't seem natural. Savill stood up, intent on ignoring the strange occurrance, when an overwhelming feeling engulfed him. He gasped, for he felt like he was suffocating. The usual sounds of the forest ceased, a still silence dropping heavily on the clearing.
Suddenly, a jet of smoke flowered from the earth, long motes of dense, black fog wafting in the air. From the shadows of the smoke, a dark figure came. He was tall and slender, hidden completely in a long, black cloak that was a darker shade than the mist he came from. His white locks of hair fell from his scalp like an avalanche down a mountain. His green eyes glittered and his pointed ears peeking from his hair betrayed his heritage. A smug smile spread across the elf's face.
Savill's lips twisted into a snarl of anger. "Dal'Kahn!" he hissed.
"Yes, Savill, you do remember me...and most definately the scar you gave me." Savill sneered, his muscles tensing, his guard heightened. Dal'Kahn brushed the back of his hand across his shadowed cheek, tossing his hair back, then trailed a slender finger down a large scar that slid from his eye to his neck. Finally, the elfin man placed both hands before him, fingertip upon fingertip, in an almost pious manner.
"Are you still angry about that? You're pathetic, Dal'Kahn, more pathetic than your father."
Dal'Kahn's posture seemed to tangle into rage, but only for a second before he regained himself. "You will die eating those words, morpher...and I will enjoy stuffing the words down your throat, like I will stick my dagger in your gut!"
Savill's golden eyes narrowed to slits that eminated danger. "You will do nothing of the sort, Dal'Kahn. My father stopped your father, and I shall stop his son."
Dal'Kahn laughed, a mocking harmonic sound that dripped with hate. He extended his hand and pointed. "So confident, are you not, Savill? Jarlliv's win over my father was a fluke in the Design. The Kahn is destined to win!"
Savill looked boldly into Dal'Kahn's eyes. "Enough of this petty dialogue, Dal'Kahn...what do you want?"
"Don't be stupid, Savill. You know what I come for."
Savill's eyes flashed. "You will not lay one hand on that boy. He has been chosen by the Creators, the Threads connect to him. He is a great force in the design."
Dal'Kahn strode forward casually. "I know this. When I get him, I will use him to destroy you...morphers...and conquer the globe."
Savill paced his fingers. "You'll have to get by me first, Dal'Kahn..." Savill growled, his hand finding his shinrak.
Dal'Kahn smirked. "Oh, I'm sure I can accomodate..." He stared straight into Savill's eyes. A force eminating from those pupils seemed to mesmerize him; desperately he fought for control of his mind. "You will obey..."
Submitted by The Keeper
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