"My dear friend, it's very unsafe in these roads at night" - the voice startled Brother Cadfael,as he didn't hear anyone approaching.
"Who... How?" - Cadfael was obviously confused.
"It does not matter. What does matter that I have something that I absolutely have to show you - I know you would be interested. Hop on my horse and we'll travel there straight away"
As they rode away, the Shadow cursed his luck - he was almost ready with his poison dart, but he understood that attracting too much attention would have been a mistake. "Oh well, there's always another day" he thought to himself and retreated back into the woods.
Is he really interested that much in that altar boy? Time will tell... Perhaps.
Juliet was sobbing, but she still had just enough will to her last deed. She approached a trio of men who were deep into the discussions with a knife hidden, but the very last moment she realized that this would not change anything - Romeo was already dead. Cold. Lifeless. Deep down in the Earth. Juliet collapsed as her last will abandon her. The trio ran to her, but there was nothing that they could do.
Namliam, Juliet - lover, died.
Meanwhile, far far away from the town, in the Yurt, Genghis Khan and Saladin have been discussing their plans. They did not want to invade Europe, but they felt threatened, closed out... Forced. They knew that something had to be done or that there Empires would implode.
Wisest of them all, if his beard could be believed.
Lycaon, now ages of old, has been restless.
"Lycius! I have a mission for you - I am old and I sense something coming my way. I am not what I used to be - lycans need a new leader, a strong leader. You... You must lead them, but in order to do that, you have to prove yourself... And I know what would prove to all lycans that you are worthy of the mantle... But I... I will stay here"
After giving some quick explanations to his son and watching him leave, Lycaon sat back at his throne. While the scars that he acquired through ages were still with him, he now was finally at ease. Slowly turning his head, he looked at his fortress in the cave - it looked, as always, absolutely stunning. Long, deep and centenary halls to all sides - it radiated power. After sitting in a trance for almost 10 minutes, he slowly got up and slowly walked through out the door of the throne room towards the library. As he entered the huge library complex, he felt an old arbalest being pointed right at his heart with a silver bolt loaded.
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"Ah, the old demon hunter - I have heard of you." - Lycaon said.
"So have I, Lycaon. My hunt was a long one, but I have finally found the father of all lycans, the father of all scum... The Great White Wolf. And I'm here to end this threat once and for all" - the demon hunter was talking slowly as expecting the werewolf to jump any second.
"I understand and I know how this will end - I felt it. I wish I would have met you before... I have so much knowledge of the world to share, but it will all die here. Please, do me one last favour - let me take a book by il Sommo Poeta as my last feast in this world."
Slowly, Lycaon raised his hand and opened his favourite book - an entertaining yet brilliant chef-d'œuvre written by one of the true last creative souls of this age. He smiled as a silver bolt cruised through his body. Demon Hunter slowly walked by the body just as he felt a hard, heavy shield landing on his head.
naxus, Lycaon - the original werewolf, has been killed.
Nosferatu was very wary - there was an attempt at his life just yesterday and he was still injured, so the creature knew that he had to act quickly. He had already cleared most of the belongings and was heading through the beautiful old corridor as he heard the footsteps behind him. Nosferatu quickly turned just as the wolf jumped on him and sliced through the insides with his blade.
"Even though I am injured, no dumb wolf will ever outsmart me!"
He kneeled down to inspect the attacker from a bit up close and his winning grin suddenly became that of sadness as he was beheaded.
pancakemix, Nosferatu - the original vampire has been killed.
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This is how the scene should have happened.
In the middle of the town, the demon hunter woke up and he noticed that he was hurt very badly.. But then he realized he was live. While slowly getting up from the bed, demon hunter finally comprehended the fact - Lycaon was no more. He smiled and thought that there may be a better tomorrow after all and fainted.
Day 3 begin. Whew
