Rise Of A New Heart

Chapter 4 Taking care of Buisness

Law was quite happy with the outcome of the evening's events. He initially thought that this island would be boring, which it sort of was but now he had acquired a new crew mate and planned to help himself to the counts treasure, after all, he deserved compensation for all the trouble Orlov caused for him and his crew. Apparently Enyo was thinking the same thing, she advised Law to bring his ship to the base of the west cliff behind the manor as there was a secret cave/dock connected to the escape route she intended on using earlier. That way they could get the treasure out quickly and easily.

"Captain?"

Enyo said, gaining laws attention before he could call his crew and inform them of the new plan.

"What is it?" He questioned.

"While I will join you and follow your orders, there is something I need to take care of first. When that is finished I'll come and meet you"

Law was silent for a moment as he thought it over.

"Very well, do you want to want but we leave in an hour. The log pose has set and the Marines are on their way."

"Thank you captain" Enyo said with a slight bow.

Law's stormy grey eyes followed the woman as she confidently sauntered her way to the exit and once gone from his sight he contacted his crew.

[Bedub, bedub, bedub, bedub, bedub... Bedub, bedub, bedub, bedub - gatcha]

"CAPTAIN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"

"I'm fine Bepo, now listen." Law explained Enyo's plan and ordered his crew to dock in the secret cave on the west cliff face.

15 minutes Earlier...

Orlov fell off his chair in shock, quickly recovering himself he slammed his hands on the security panel and watched in disbelief as his guards were easily defeated at the hands (or should we say hairs) of his former slave. It was obvious she knew Orlov was in the security room watching because she raised her head and stared right into the ever open the eyes of the Den Den Mushi on the wall. Her gaze burning a hole through him from the screen itself. Then she did something that made his blood turn to ice... She smiled, a confident, cruel, devious smile. A smile that told Orlov he was next.

He freaked out and looked around frantically as if trying to pull a solution out of thin air but nothing came. He's mercenaries were all but dead, his guards defeated and the most dangerous slave in his possession was now free... and she was after him. Orlov was left with no choice but to run, run and hope to God he could escape with his life. He burst out of the security room door and hauled his fat ass as fast as he could down the north wing towards the front of the Manor, as the treasury escape route was clearly not an option. Orlov was by no means a fast man, his obese body courtesy of his greedy, hedonistic lifestyle made him a slow easy target. He rounded the final corner and entered the first hallway of the north wing, from where he stood he could see the centre staircase and the first hall of the South wing, and to his relief no Enyo. Orlov hastily made his way down the north stairs to the centre landing watching his feet so he didn't trip over. Upon reaching level ground the count swivelled to the left ready to make his way down the main staircase and out the door to freedom, but instead he froze on the spot, petrified, like a statue. The reason for his new found paralysis stood before him, right in front of the main entrance and his exit it was Enyo.

Orlov stood there, unable to move, his heart thundering in his chest. The sound of footsteps broke him from his trance and his whole body began to tremble as Enyo's figure glided across the entrance hall towards the main staircase... And towards him. The moment Enyo's shoe clacked against the first step Orlov realised how close she had gotten in such a short time and that soon she would be upon him. His hands flew up in front of his body in a defensive surrender like position.

"G - GET AWAY FROM ME!"

He shouted, clenched teeth grinding against one another, his dull green eyes wide, never leaving the woman's advancing figure. He began to retreat backwards but tripped and fell, smacking the back of his head on the doors behind him. At the same time Enyo had reached the top of the stairs and was now looking down upon her pathetic former master. Once again that wicked smile that's so terrified the count in the security room had appeared on Enyo's face. The count quickly scrambled around and opened the door he was leaning on, falling through he landed face first into the ballroom.

The room was magnificent. The polished floors where of the finest Rose marble, laid out in a harlequin pattern, separated with shimmering sun stone that glittered like the dawn itself. The walls of the large circular room were panelled with rare Scarborough wood ( a beautiful reddish plum coloured wood found only on a few islands in the new world) The panels had intricate carvings of Ivy, various fruits and small winged cherubs bearing flutes and lyres, accented with gold inlay. At the back of the ballroom were six large windows that reached from the floor all the way up to the roof and between them two large matching glass doors just as high. The doors lead out to a half circle balcony that jutted out over the cliff and was not for the faint-hearted.

The high dome shaped roof was covered by an incredible single piece fresco that encompassed the whole ceiling. The work was undoubtedly done by an artist (or artists) from Ralia. It depicted the heavens themselves, bright blue skies and golden ivory clouds. More cherubs dotted the ceiling, frolicking with one another and tending to the larger more human sized figures that adorned the makeshift sky. The deities wore long flowing robes that ranged in colour and style and all were unique. One man looked wise and strong, with a white beard and held a lightening bolt in his hand. While another was a young man who had golden locks and strummed a lyre while reclining on a cloud. Seated next to him was a stunningly beautiful young woman with very long strawberry blonde hair and a golden girdle, she was playing with some of the cherubs, one of which had a bow and quiver.

All was set aglow by the bright shining sun which was in the middle of the artwork and from its centre a large Golden chain held firm a massive gold and crystal chandelier which would illuminate the entire ballroom with its brilliance,
when in use that is...