The Rangers Descendant Book One: Destiny [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14: When The Wolf Howls (2)

5:37 PM-

Turning around slowly, by the door, came two large men. One was Groya, however next to him was a man who gave off the feeling of being ancient, or slightly beyond ancient. However, what was most noteworthy wasn't the feeling... the man was missing his left arm. It looked like it had been ripped off and was now replaced by a metal stump instead. Polished and shiny like it had never aged a day in its life.

"Roman." He said.

"Burke," Master said.

"It's been a long time. Since the Third Inquisition where you took my arm, and our two Clans came to ally-"

"Shut up, Burke! There are some things that the younger generation should not hear." Roman quickly snapped at him. Obviously something he didn't want to discuss.

Burke chuckled, his sword in the ground as he held his hands on top of the handle. It looked to be a grand sword as it went right up to the bottom of his ribs. The handle encrusted and craved with jewels of variety of colours. It was hard not to stare at it.

"Master, why can he speak? Isn't he a Froya??"

... Master kept quiet, however, the killing intent around him rose. My hair was on end, some from fear, and some from being weary. My hand tightening around the vile in my hand. My other wanting to reach for my sword and slash this man in half.

"... He is a special case. He is the direct descendant, and current Head of Froya, as well as the Rangers, Grand-Master Jael."

"... and your Master is the former Grandmaster who passed this position onto me," Burke replied. He smirked at him, knowing he was saying too much but that was his intent.

I was shocked. The old drunk was a Grand Master Ranger??!

"... You... have truly said too much now. If it weren't for that fucking seal placed on me not to kill you, I guarantee you would be dead. Speak. What did you come here for?" Masters voice louder and more clear. His voice much deeper and stronger while he stood before the other man.

Trust me, we would have a long talk after this mess was over, cuz' I am curious now.

"The girl. She's marked by my Descendant, Groya. She is to become his descendant, as well as..."

"ENOUGH!" Master barked at him.

"You dare have the balls to order me around, Roman!? Don't forget with a single flick of my hand I can topple your whole life. Hundreds of Froya are already around, which I know you sensed, and I'm sure you recognize quite a few- you killed their parents after all." He smirked more at him, knowing he was going to get his way whether Roman like it or not.

Master turned to the side and knelt down beside me as he placed one of his hands on my shoulder. His eyes looked worried as he stared at me more. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out but I couldn't see it.

"Kael, I have something to give you."

"Roman! I'm talking to you right now!" Jael almost screamed at him.

"Shut the hell up!" He barked just as forcefully at him.

"Talk again out of turn and I will rip your other arm apart. Because of her, you found me here... and you prepared. You think I wasn't ready for this? Sit still. I will play with you in a moment." Roman said. He turned to see mira as she was rolling around in the bed, moaning still. Her skin fragile and pale while a sweat broke her forehead. He closed his eye to take a breath as he looked away and back to me.

"Kael, listen to me very closely, take this vile, and your twin black daggers and bow, and run. Do not stop, until you reach a safe place. Once there, drink this." He said as he handed me a vile. Inside was a liquid almost of pure black substance. It looked like it had no life to it, part of me not wanting it in my body but i also knew roman was right if he wanted me to drink this so why question it in a time like this.