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Shadow blinked and looked over to the corner, noticing there was a chair there that hadn't been there before. He gave
a confused look over to Minos, then grabed the old, wooden chair, picking it up and bricking it to the table. He sat down,
and Minos leaned back and smiled a bit. The black-furred Minotaur gave Shadow a judging look, then looked to Minos, grunting
something to him. Minos looked at the black furred one, then glanced over to Shadow, and then back to the black-fur, nodding
his head a bit. Shadow watched this short exchange-what in the hell were they talking about?
The black fur looked back to Shadow. "You don't look like a hero. Or a betrayer. Or anything the Prophecy says. You barely
even look like a warrior!" Shadow growled a bit at the Minotaur, before hearing a slight laugh behind him. He turned to look
at Minos, who was snorting a bit. "If you two are what is going to keep the Darkness back..." The table shook as the black
furred Minotaur slammed a fist into it. "What!? You never mentioned me in that blasted prophecy of yours!"
Minos simply shook his head. "You think that I went from looking down on you to helping you happened over night? I didn't
belive it myself. I don't belive he might be who he says, either." He gestured a horned head to Shadow. "Both of you are
impatient, agressive, and from what I can tell can't cast." Shadow smiled a bit at that. "I can cast a bit." Minos gave
him a look. "What, with your little moon tricks? As far as I've seen, it's very weak." Shadow broke into a grin. "Are you
sure about that? I'll show you we can do more then make light..."
Minos smiled, and the black-furred Minotaur broke out into snorting laughter. Shadow looked at both of them, snarling a bit.
"What's so funny?" Minos simply shook his head. "You. Your arm is still broken." Shadow looked down at his right arm, then
looked back up. "Well...I guess when it's not broken anymore, then."
Somewhere around Achen Reich in the dead of night, the air shimmered in a small forest. Seeming as if the darkness spread,
Dogos slowly stepped through the portal he had made for himself. His blade was out in his right hand, and was...different.
Part of the blade was stilled now, and where there had been a shape open for a circle was the Gem he had stolen from Draco's
corpse. The tip of the blade he become slightly dulled and round now. Dogos let out his breath as he stepped out of the
portal, looking up at the sky. "Perfect..." He looked back down, running silently to the edge of the forest and looking
out toward Achen Reich. Somewhere in there was his next target...
Dogos ran through the empty streets, unseen by even those few who were out that night. He stopped a few dozen yards from
the enterance to the Palace of Achen Reich, smiling. Too easy...There were four guards, all with halberds, and all orcs.
How simple...he wouldn't even stain his sword with this. He slung his sword over his back, used the Night to hide his horns,
and then walked into the sight of the four Orcs.
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