Insurrection (Completed) [editing]

27. The beginning - part one

Chapter twenty seven - The beginning - Part one

The creature bowed and morphed as he entered his master's lair. He walked slowly, his bones rearranging themselves. He held his head high despite the news he had. The lair was stuffy, hot, something Velaador could never get used to. The old man's bones could not handle cold and so the room was insulated with animal and creature fur.

"Master," he almost spat out. If there was anything that Velaador hated, it was submitting to someone higher than him. The fact that the human girl had escaped made it even worse. He knew it would happen. Killing her would've been the better option but of course the old Master wanted to have the glory to himself. He would make it look like he had done everything and he had captured the girl. The old thing could barely move, but his loyal subjects were so gullible and would believe that he had done it, even if he had been laying in his death bed.

"Son," the man sat up, grinning. His sharp teeth made it it looked like a snarl rather than a smile. He reached out to Velaador, expecting the girl to be brought in behind.

Velaador decided to be direct, no beating about the bush. His Master was to know immediately so that they could make another plan to capture the Peacemaker.

"I wish I could say that I have the girl, but I don't. She escaped when- "

"She what?"

The old man was surprised, how hard could it be to capture a human girl and bring her back? The epselc was guaranteed to work, it had worked on the few Peacemakers he had captured without any complications.

"It's that clespe stone. It gave her some kind of magical power." Velaador dared not look into the man's eyes: he could feel the heat of the anger that was bubbling inside.

"Of course it did you fool. That is exactly why i gave you the epselc!" The man exclaimed, he had now risen from his throne and was motioning towards Velaador, "You had one thing to do. One thing, and you failed. Ever since I took you in from that pathetic excuse of a father; I have trained you, molded you for this moment. Could you not get something right for once?"

"I had her, I really did. I just lost focus, just for a second and then she was gone."

The old man struck Velaador and started to pace around, his dark velvet robe trailing behind him. When he moved, it moved with him, never swaying out of place. It looked as if he was floating above the ground, his fee barely showed from underneath it. He removed the hood of the cloak and stood infront of Velaador. The Master's black eyes stared down at Veladoor ominously. The stare was intense; so intense that it made the scowling Velaador cower.

Velaador had only seen that look once before, when The Master's wife had been killed by Taurma. It had not ended very well. The Master planned revenge and had kidnapped Taurma's wife and second daughter and now there was an endless war between Maflakoves and Ferliobogs. The Master was so angry that he had gone so far as to threaten the lives of humans, which ferliobogs were born to protect: thus fulfilling the prophecy of the Insurrection.

Without a word, The Master turned and spoke to a guard, "Summon Melachiyek."

There was no time to waste, he would send all of his strong men, one by one, until the Peacemaker was captured. The failure would be dealt with later.

Velaador cringed at the mention of his name. He had always been better than
The Master's son and being replaced by him was not the best feeling.

"Do not try anything stupid Velaador, return to your quarters until I call for you."

Veladoor nodded and started to walk out of the lair.

"I did not hear a yes Master," The Master said flatly.

Velaador paused, took a deep breath and rubbed his palm on his forehead. It would always be about power and control with The Master.

"Yes," Velaador hissed and walked out.

Velaador headed in the opposite direction of his quarters. There was no way he was going to let a loser do his job. He had been chosen for a reason and he needed to prove to The Master that he was not as incompetent as he seemed. Velaador had one thing that Melachiyek did not have, the epselc, without it he would not be able to capture Keiraina successfully, he knew that now. He had tried his luck the first time but the powers of the clespe were too powerful. These sort of powers needed the reverse that would suck all the good energy out, leaving the stone bearer feeling vulnerable and clueless. If anyone was going to capture the chosen one, it was going to be him.