Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 21: Aftermath. Start of a war.

"There is a time for fighting, and a time for licking your wounds."
- Zabuza

"Face me in battle Nihil! Show me you're more man then your son!"
- Galbraith

Sparta, Ru'uan

Hershey (DeathR1pper OC) awkwardly sat in the interrogation room. The room was an unnerving white with a single window that she unfortunately couldn't look through, though she could hear the muffled voices of several men arguing outside. She tugged at the handcuffs that kept her sat down and stuck to the table. She let out a soundless sigh, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get out of this one with her powers; teleporting and creating illusions weren't going to help her here. She saw the door to the room creak open, her muscles tensed up, revealing a man with slick black hair and vibrant orange eyes almost lizard like in nature. He had fair skin and a well trimmed black beard, he was holding a flaming staff in one hand; he smiled warmly, unusual in this place to be doing so. He wore a hooded purple silk robes that were lined with gold and covered in icons and symbols of power. She was immediately put on guard, knowing that this probably wasn't normal. She glanced over at the slightly opened door, seeing two pairs of eyes staring back at her before the door closed with a click. The man pulled a chair from the corner of the room before sitting opposite of her. He lent the staff against the wall while producing a book from underneath his purple robes. He lay it on the table before facing her. He then spoke, calmly and warmly in some places, to her in an well educated accent.
"Well.....never thought I see a child of Nihil so Far West of Remnant." The man spoke. It caught her by surprise that this man knew of her heritage, her face must have betrayed her feelings as the man chuckled slightly.
"Didn't expect me to say that eh? Well I don't blame you." The man said, sounding slightly upbeat. She could feel the nervous sweat beading down her neck and face, clearly nervous at the man's behaviour. She quickly glanced over at the darkened out window, seeing the silhouettes of two men watching her through the window; clearly listening in on their conversation.
"Ignore them. As long as we talk, nothing is going to happen child." The man reassured her, pushing a small mug of hot coco towards her. She looked down at it then up at him.
"Go on. It's not poisoned. I might be sly, but I'm not putting poisoned Kool-aid into kid's drinks." He pushed it in front of her, the warm steam hitting her face with a familiar chocolatey smell. She sipped it, tasting familiar and chocolatey. She smiled like a child, causing the man to smile himself. He leant back in his chair, glancing over at the window where the other two men were watching them. It looked like he was having a silent conversation with someone on the other side of the window, but his lips didn't move; staying in the same position of a slight smile on his face. He turned back to Hershey, his hands moving in a familiar wave of hand symbols that she had grown up as a language.
'Can you understand me?' He signed out. She nodded, almost immediately understanding what he signed out. He smiled, signing out another phrase.
'Can you write?' He signed out. She nods again, remembering the times that her siblings read to her as well as teach her how to write. Then she remembered what happened to Scorch, now tears whelming up to her eyes. Smaug sighed leaning back in his chair as he grabbed his staff and pried the door open. He spoke a couple words, in a language that she definitely didn't know or understand. She had only heard one other man say this sort of language, the man who had saved her brother's life from an angry Knightfall; the name still sent shivers down her spine. There was a very long line of angry language that the man had spoke in, but definitely wasn't his, and a white board and pen were chucked in his direction. The two objects stopped in mid air, glowing a light green tinge as the man had his arm outstretched.
"Thank you Damien." The man spoke out loud, a brief hand coming through the door way and flipping him off before the door slammed shut. He let out a sigh as he waved his other hand, the door locking with a light click. He brought his other hand towards him, the whiteboard and pen being brought closer to him as a result. He lay them on the table, the green glow quickly diminishing as a result. Hershey immediately picked them up and started writing, spelling out the words.
Thank you. What's your name?
He laughed, a look of amusement on his face. "Call me Smaug."