Reanimated: The Round Table Chronicles 1

Work To Be Done

Sir and Miracle headed down a long corridor. They came into a room full of different Hunter factions.

“Today is a day for celebration” he paused

The leaders of the factions stepped forward.

“The key to ending our curse is close at hand”

“Sir” said one of the leaders “Are you saying the new king is awake?”

“Not just any king the one hand selected by King Arthur” Sir replied

Miracle suddenly felt a shudder run down her spine.

“This is wrong” said Miracle

“Excuse me?” said the leader

Miracle stepped up to her Master's side and whispered something. He stood back up and left without another word. Miracle quickly followed. When they entered Sir's throne room he quickly turned to Miracle.

“Thank you... Now do you think you can convince him of what you felt?” asked Sir

“I can try” she replied

“Then do so” he said

She quickly turned and ran from the Castle.

“My Lord is it a good idea to trust her...when she tried to kill him?” said a voice

Sir turned to address the voice, it was Rallegh the leader of the Andromeda Faction, a merciless pack of wolves, they are notorious for ripping the hearts out their vampiric victims.

“That particular vampire happens to be my student she will learn” growled Sir

“We know my Lord but she could be double -”

Sir grabbed Rallegh choking the words in his throat. Sir threw his hood Rallegh look away.

“If you or any one else hurts her I will personally see to it that Hell isn't suitable for you or them!” He roared tightening his grip and lifting him eye level

“Is that CLEAR!”

Rallegh managed to squeeze out:

“Crystal”

Sir dropped him to the floor and replaced his hood. Rallegh lay on the ground gasping for air.

*

Meanwhile Marshall stared open mouthed at Penelope blood still dripping from his hands and poling at his feet.

“How did you do that?” He asked

“Dominic cast a counter spell before you cast the sleeping spell” explained Penelope

Marshall felt weak suddenly the wounds were becoming to much for him to control.

“Are you alright?” asked Penelope

“Yeah – Yeah” he replied

He turned back to his parent's coffin's when suddenly his legs gave out and he fell to ground unconscious.

“Oh My God!” screamed Penelope

Sly and Cassandra jumped from their coffin's and flipped their unconscious son over.

“Sly he's lost quit a bit of blood” said Cassandra

Sly passed his hand over Marshall's bloody hand. A bolt of lighting soot into the blood pulling the blood back in and stitching it together. He did the same to Marshall's feet.