❝do my violet eyes haunt your dreams as your weeping ones haunt mine?❞
FIRESTORM;
in which the last living member of a isolated fey clan survives the red paladin's wrath, and is sent on a journey to find her ancestor's creation. only to get throw...
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AS SOON AS THE WEEPING MONK RETURNED TO THE ABBEY, HE BEGAN TO WALK TOWARDS THE MAIN ROOM, WHERE THE RED PALADIN'S HELD IMPORTANT MEETINGS. He picked up his pace,heavy footfalls echoing off of the walls of the church while his eyes briefly scanned every woman he walked past.The sisters of the Abbey quickly adverted their stares when their eyes connected, and held their heads down when he passed alongside of them. The sisters had heard plenty of stories regarding the infamous grey-monk, whose steel strikes without mercy, and the blood that would forever stain his silver blade. His brothers, those dressed in red, nodded their heads towards him out of respect but the grey monk would barely pay attention.
He had come bearing the scrolls from the villages they had pillaged along the way towards the Abbey. Many of them had the spellings of the old Fey, symbols painted onto the paper to only be read by the Fey but some of them were mere English, something the Red Paladin's could understand.
The Monk turned down a series of corridors before he turned to walk into a room filled with several long wooden tables, that had scrolls and paper on them. About a dozen brothers filled the room, Father Carden at the head of them.
"We know Brother Odo was cut by the sword, because around the wound was a burn... in the shape of a Fey symbol. The Mark of the Devil's tooth." Father Carden finished, as the footsteps of the Weeping Monk entering the room, grabbed his attention.
"Ah... here he is. Enter my son," The Monk's face was still as stone as he approached the table, setting done the heavy documents on top of the wood.
Father Carden moved to pick up one of the scrolls, unraveling the binding on it. "These are the lists of the Fey Elders who are still alive," he spoke and set the scrolls in front of one of the brothers, and he leaned forward to take a closer look. "Their villages are marked on the map. With these maps, we can flush them out," Father Carden spoke, as the monk stood idly behind him, hand resting on the handle of his sword. "With this intelligence, we can end them. And by the glory of God, this land will be cleansed."
"But what about Merlin? He's still the head of the snake," the brother on the right of Carden questioned. "As long as he serves Uther Pendragon, he's untouchable." another brother added.
"Patience, my brothers," Father Carden spoke, "Our mission is the extinction of the Fey. Once we possess the Sword of Power, it'll be a crippling blow to them. Then, and only then, the heavenly fires will come for Merlin," the Father ended, as he went to spread some more papers, silence overtaking them.
