11 February 2013
Roslyn and Jordan returned to the manor not long after lunch. Olivia walked by, stopping dead in her tracks, colour draining from her face. "Jordan.. Walter's been waiting for you.." She said quietly. "Liv, is everything okay?" "Um.. Yeah." She said walking away, hugging a book to her chest. The two ran up the massive stair way, down the hall into Walter's office. Jordan knocked lightly. "Yes?" Walter called. They quietly walked in. "Close the door son." He obeyed. "Should.. Should I leave? I don't want to-" "It might be best, your here for him Roslyn." Jordan frowned. "Walter?" Walter stared at his hands. "There will be, twenty more arriving on sunday." Walter said. "Yeah, twenty more kids, so? We have plenty of room." Jordan said. Walter inhaled. "There will be another four-hundred arriving, over the course of the next four months." Jordan froze. "What? We don't have that much room Walter! Why?" "Because all of the places like mine around the world, all of the teachers, and children. We are banning together, to create an army." Roslyn stayed frozen in place, watching Jordan tense. "Why?" A tear rolled down Walter's face. "Your father Jordan. Tamar." Jordan's nails dug into his palms, the green disappeared, clouded over by an inky black colour. "What is he planning to do?" Walter stood up, facing the window. "You understand, that you father once consumed the blood of the most, powerful of demons." "Yes." "Well, of course, it was passed onto you. He plots to wipe all of you out. To burn down the world and laugh. Allow the demons to rise from the under world a flourish on the surface. You, are the only one, with the strength to defeat him, being that you share the demon blood." Jordan fell to his knees, Roslyn was rigid, watching him in agony. "Why. Why didn't you tell me. Why, did you let me live." Walter looked pale. "Because. I knew of your father's powers. You had be kept Jordan. You have the power to destroy him." "Your willing to kill innocents to do it?" "Its a few of us, being sacrificed. For the world Jordan. I'm sorry." Jordan cursed. He ran, bursting straight through the glass window. Gone. Roslyn dropped to her knees, tears rolling down her face, in shock, unable to move or react.
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Tamar grinned, watching his son scream alone in the woods. To see his anger. The white hot fury. His black eyes. Wilbur watched, feeling guilty. He looked at a jar in the glass cabinet in the back corner. Little blue lights bounced around in it. His powers. His ability to draw anything, and it would come to life. Tamar had stripped it from him when he bought Wilbur as a slave. So he had no chance of escape. He was going up against his own kind. Jordan was against his. Tamar tapped the mirror, the image of his furious son dissolved. It looked like a mirror again. He smiled at Wilbur. "He knows. Now, to plan.. When do I take him? The only was of course, is to take him. To get him out of the way, means instant victory..." He trailed off, slowly pacing around the room. "Time. Sir. Give it time a-and thought. He's clever. And strong.." Wilbur suggested. "I think I'm aware if that you idiot. I could.. Terrorize the manor.. But that's no fun. The girl. I need the girl.. He'd come for her.. But I have to build the army first.. And train the savages..." He trailed off again, his back turned to Wilbur, as he stared out the window. Wilbur slowly inched to the cabinet, his heart racing. Tamar turned around, and continued to pace. "I do need time..." He muttered. He picked up a dagger, tossing it in his hands. "I will find a way..." He said, looking out the window once more.
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