Bearer of the Stars

Chapter 06: Order of Old

"The Bearer is awake." The prince snapped, stalking down the dark, chiseled stone hallway. "The book was opened." He stated, his voice had a lingering ice cold fierceness. The torchlight flickered in and out as quick bodies brushed past.

"How... How do you know?" A flareon stepped in close next to his prince, Zeark's wide blue eyes searched his friend's face.

"I could feel it." Jaspur murmured, a tingle traveling down his spine. The sound of his heavy paws steps echoed off the chilling stone walls. His own emerald green eyes glimmered like gemstones in the weak torchlight. "We must prepare, Zeark. We only have one shot. And by all the hells I will not throw away our shot."

"Is it worth it? Your father's paranoia is at an all time high. He might suspect you, and then where would our leader be?" Zeark snapped quietly, but he didn't dare raise his voice up to his prince.

"Then we have replacements. My life means little when it comes to the fate of this world. If it takes my life to untangle my father's mess, then I will gladly give it. We know what we signed up for, Zeark. We wouldn't be the last knights if we hadn't."

The pokemon that were lined against the walls of the hallway bowed to their prince, not only because they should have but because they wanted to. They respected him.

Zeark sighed, "I wish I was older than you." Jaspur chuckled low, his green eyes flashing over to Zeark.

"And why is that?" Jaspur bowed his head back to soldiers. He walked into a stone-walled main hall that had a wide iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It had small spikes surrounding every edge, and it looked more like a death trap than a piece of decor.

Pokemon filled the room and almost immediately as Jaspur entered, everyone shut their mouths. Authority followed him like an invisible cape, and his broad shoulders and smoldering eyes did many things to help that.

"Because then I would badger you about your ignorance and tell you how different I would do it all. And because I was older and obviously more wise, you'd listen." Zeark's voice was low, but his eyes twinkled in amusement.

Small whispers filled up the hallway as they trotted down it: "Here comes the General."

"See... There is a reason you are my right hand." Jaspur grinned and turned back to the pokemon that all had their heads bowed to him. He stepped up onto a high raised stone platform.

"Everyone rise." His powerful voice boomed throughout the hall. Anyone would have turned their neck to listen to him speak, it was a type of authoritative charisma that Jaspur had mastered.

"We are the last Knights of Old, an organization my father thought died a very long time ago, but little does he know we have been building up forces since he 'destroyed' us." He stood sturdy for his small army, which was quietly cheering under him.

"The Bearer has returned." The room exploded into a roar. "It is impossible to know who, or where they are, but I... WE will not rest until they are found. It is our mission." Jaspur's voice grew with his soldier's own. Zeark stood slightly behind his leader, a quiet and fierce flame settling behind Jaspur's lilac coat.

"All we know is the book has opened. The book of our history, and the book that will only open for one. I sensed it... It has been opened and soon, I'm sure of it, this revolution that's been simmering in silence for so long will finally come to arms. We will have our revenge, men." He stopped as an amber colored wing shot up at the front of the crowd.

"But sir!" He met the face of a disgruntled looking soldier.. "We have hardly enough manpower to put up any kind of fight against Druide and his forces." Jaspur eyes found a stocky torchic, whose flaming red eyes were locked onto him.