*BOOK 6
*Warning- Do Not Read if you have not read The Red Dawn first.
The tale of dawn takes a dark turn as events of the past are reconstructed and unwoven.
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Kindly note that this chapter is set in Lisbon, Portugal. The first bit of dialogue is done in Portuguese (and the translation will be in the comments beside it), but the rest of the dialogue, for reading-ease, is in English.
The characters are still speaking Portuguese, except when stated otherwise. If you pick-up a mistake in my Portuguese, let me know so I can fix it. Enjoy!
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The bustling city of Lisbon was alight with partygoers and loud music.
The Praça do Comércio was packed with people; both old and young. It was a typical Saturday evening in the richly cultured district; the historic buildings decorated with bright lights and the moon illuminating the old cobblestone roads.
The tall statue in the centre of the square was flickering with the flash of cameras, people littered at its base- taking photographs of each other. Laughter and chatter filled the air as I strolled through the busy crowds, all kinds of scents filling my nose.
The smell of garlic, fresh bread, wine and rich spices a delight for the senses, but my hunger was not for food.
A soul was due to pass on tonight in the square and I had decided to take this chance to refill my tank. I'd dismissed the designated reaper and made my way through the crowd, my eyes set on the unlucky individual.
An elderly man, walking with another man close to one of the restaurants to the side of the square. They stopped on the south end, overlooking the wide river that bled out into the ocean. The moonlight danced across the mirror-like water.
I stopped in the centre of the square to admire the statue. The statue of King José I, by Machado de Castro, had stood there since the seventeen hundreds. It symbolically depicted the king on his horse, crushing snakes on his path to victory. Every king had his snakes to kill; I wondered when mine would make an appearance.
To Zeus, I was his snake, and he'd been too slow in crushing my attempt. He'd brought me into his home, allowed me close to his family and had given me a chance to redeem my family's name, but it was slightly naïve of him.
Besides, who had decided that my family was the one who were the ones to redeem themselves? Was his family not part of the other side of the war? A war was fought by two sides who believed in their own convictions and truths enough to die for them. Nothing was black or white. I'd learned that the hard way...
I glanced to the side and spotted the two old men taking a seat at a local café. The host handed them both a menu and smiled. I watched them chat a bit, making idle conversation.
Out of the blue, a feminine voice spoke up beside me; "Excuse me?"
I swung my neck the other way and my eyes met a young woman's. She was pretty; dark hair and bright brown eyes. She had a slight accent to her English- she was a local. "Em que posso ajudá-la?" I asked with ease.
