Rise, Rise – Chapter Two

By JKolasch

Xanthiilus tossed and turned in bed, dreams brutally attacking his mind with vicious determination and clarity.  The memory had burned itself wholly into Xan’s mind, and replayed itself vividly with startling accuracy.  He was back in London, shortly after the Reformation.  He had been wandering the streets late one night, leaving the monastery he was a monk of.  The silver phoenix amulet glimmered and caught the flickering lamplight eerily.  He was a member of a secret order that masqueraded as a well respected religious brotherhood.  He had been ordered to patrol the streets, for his order was charged with protecting the citizens of the world from creatures of darkness.  He was low in the ranks, and was being punished for questioning his superior’s orders.  He had been ordered to patrol without any weapons.

He tugged his robes tighter about him.  It was cold, and raining just enough to make things unpleasantly damp.  He turned into a dark alley, almost hypnotized by the faint slap, slap of his sandals on the wet stones.  He stopped abruptly, pulling his hood down.  His long black hair was loose, and hung around his shoulders.  He peered into the darkness of the alley ahead.  He heard a faint sound of a girl laughing and her moans of pleasure.  He frowned, wondering about people doing that outside on a night like this.  He started tugging his hood back up and began to turn around.  He let his hood drop back and he stared back into the darkness in disbelief.

“No…it can’t be…” he whispered, lips barely moving.  His eyes slowly filled with a dim silver gleam.

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Rise, Rise – Chapter One

By JKolasch

His cigarette was burning low.  He took the final drag and flicked the cigarette into the street, watching the last metro bus of the night drive by.  Blowing out the smoke, he looked up at the large house in front of him.  He didn’t want to be here.  He fumbled in the pocket of his cloak for another cigarette, but the package turned up empty.

“It’s bad for you anyway,” whispered a light seductive voice.

He smiled slightly, the hint of oak trees filling his nose.  “Not as bad as this Halloween party idea of yours.”

He turned and found himself face to face with a stunningly beautiful woman.  Her brilliant green eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and her bark brown hair wafted down over her shoulders.

Her smile was radiant.  “It’s good for you to get out and actually see the humans you spend so much time saving.”

He laughed and looked back to the house.  “You just want the chance to show off your clothes.”  He smiled back at her and shook his head.  “I’ll never understand a dryad that actually enjoys wearing clothing.”

She laughed and bounced over to the door.  “Well, you ready, Mr. Savior?”

“Nope.”

“Oh good!” She threw open the door and waltzed in.

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