Chapter 6: Discovery in the Dark
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Another day was drawing to a close as the almighty Dictator once again left the main stone hall of his fortress, and was escorted by his guards towards the Blue Eyes temple. The deity of all dragons had been the guiding force of the Kingdom since it was built. Legends of how it had destroyed any and all enemies of the one controlling it were thought of with historical glory, and it was hoped that one day soon, the beast would rise again and bring back the honour to the Dragon Kingdom in winning the war. Of course, Kaibas plans did not differ from this train of thought.
How and why the great Ultimate Dragon had been sealed away was still a mystery. It was suspected that it was the Magicians in their early stages of wanting to conquer over all the lands, who had preserved the beast in stone for all time, since they were unable to destroy it. This was not of course confirmed, but for Seto, he made sure it was believed to be true.
As he closed the doors behind him and left the guards posted outside, the Dictator made his way to the altar, gazing up at the still incomplete tablet with cold blue eyes. While he stared at the beast, he began to ponder on the progress of his plan; why hadn't he had any word back yet from his band of mercenaries on their progress? Granted the clues got harder and harder as the puzzle neared completion, and going into Magician territory was highly risky, even for the well trained men he had hired, but still...
He had been having such weary suspicions since his visit to their hideout. Despite everything, there was some unease in him as he left. He doubted they were stupid enough to try anything disloyal, but nevertheless, he couldn't help reply everything in his head. Especially with the redheaded thief. Why had he been so against the Dictator looking under the bed? Apart from the rodent problem they claimed to have, what else could the reason be?
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the ruler looked up once more at the image on the wall, a smirk forming on his lips. They were hiding something from him, and he would find out what. He would make them pay of trying to outsmart him.
Of course...not until they had fulfiled their full purpose in his plans to come.
--
'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Amelda cursed to himself as hit his head against table for the hundredth time that night. The frustration he felt had been building up all day. It was so bad that Raphael and Varon had scurried off to their own rooms to be out of range of him. He stared at the parchment with the new clue for the next tablet piece again, still puzzled over what it could mean.
'In the dark hollow, where eternal light is the path,
There lies your target, though beyond their lies the wrath,
The first man to paint, who took his secret to the grave,
Carved in his heart, the one he could not save.'
Groaning in frustrating, the thief felt ready to pull his hair out the roots. He couldn't make heads or tails of it! He'd never had this much trouble figuring out one of the clues!
Unwillingly, his gaze flickers back towards the trapdoor, leading to the floor above, and sighed to himself. The baffling riddle on the paper before him was only a small issue for the moment, the real reason for his stress was far more troubling, and why he had been calling himself and idiot in his head all day long.
He had been a fool, he went too far, and now the young girl upstairs would probably never talk to him again. The impulse of that tiny little kiss should have been easy to suppress, but he had chose not to. Instead he had given in to the urge. And the worst part of it was, he didn't regret it.
As he brushed his finger over his lips for a moment, he could still feel the tingling from when they had touched that soft delicate skin of Mana's forehead. Of course, once he had realised what he had done, he spent the rest of the day trying to pretend nothing had happened, and he hadn't spoken to the young mage since.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she really did despise him for what he had done.
Another day was drawing to a close as the almighty Dictator once again left the main stone hall of his fortress, and was escorted by his guards towards the Blue Eyes temple. The deity of all dragons had been the guiding force of the Kingdom since it was built. Legends of how it had destroyed any and all enemies of the one controlling it were thought of with historical glory, and it was hoped that one day soon, the beast would rise again and bring back the honour to the Dragon Kingdom in winning the war. Of course, Kaibas plans did not differ from this train of thought.
How and why the great Ultimate Dragon had been sealed away was still a mystery. It was suspected that it was the Magicians in their early stages of wanting to conquer over all the lands, who had preserved the beast in stone for all time, since they were unable to destroy it. This was not of course confirmed, but for Seto, he made sure it was believed to be true.
As he closed the doors behind him and left the guards posted outside, the Dictator made his way to the altar, gazing up at the still incomplete tablet with cold blue eyes. While he stared at the beast, he began to ponder on the progress of his plan; why hadn't he had any word back yet from his band of mercenaries on their progress? Granted the clues got harder and harder as the puzzle neared completion, and going into Magician territory was highly risky, even for the well trained men he had hired, but still...
He had been having such weary suspicions since his visit to their hideout. Despite everything, there was some unease in him as he left. He doubted they were stupid enough to try anything disloyal, but nevertheless, he couldn't help reply everything in his head. Especially with the redheaded thief. Why had he been so against the Dictator looking under the bed? Apart from the rodent problem they claimed to have, what else could the reason be?
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the ruler looked up once more at the image on the wall, a smirk forming on his lips. They were hiding something from him, and he would find out what. He would make them pay of trying to outsmart him.
Of course...not until they had fulfiled their full purpose in his plans to come.
--
'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Amelda cursed to himself as hit his head against table for the hundredth time that night. The frustration he felt had been building up all day. It was so bad that Raphael and Varon had scurried off to their own rooms to be out of range of him. He stared at the parchment with the new clue for the next tablet piece again, still puzzled over what it could mean.
'In the dark hollow, where eternal light is the path,
There lies your target, though beyond their lies the wrath,
The first man to paint, who took his secret to the grave,
Carved in his heart, the one he could not save.'
Groaning in frustrating, the thief felt ready to pull his hair out the roots. He couldn't make heads or tails of it! He'd never had this much trouble figuring out one of the clues!
Unwillingly, his gaze flickers back towards the trapdoor, leading to the floor above, and sighed to himself. The baffling riddle on the paper before him was only a small issue for the moment, the real reason for his stress was far more troubling, and why he had been calling himself and idiot in his head all day long.
He had been a fool, he went too far, and now the young girl upstairs would probably never talk to him again. The impulse of that tiny little kiss should have been easy to suppress, but he had chose not to. Instead he had given in to the urge. And the worst part of it was, he didn't regret it.
As he brushed his finger over his lips for a moment, he could still feel the tingling from when they had touched that soft delicate skin of Mana's forehead. Of course, once he had realised what he had done, he spent the rest of the day trying to pretend nothing had happened, and he hadn't spoken to the young mage since.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she really did despise him for what he had done.