The Quest For The Nine Black Swords; Curse of Melancholy

"No one deserves to die," he reiterated. He walked forward. "I shalt not kill, but I shall stop you," He added, his long white hair dancing about, the hue now blue. "Rexejon, you shall not touch those swords!"

 

Kretze gritted his teeth and began to gather water round the blade of his syth

 

''i do what ever i want, if i want to see my enemies die i shall kill them, for now i will not see you as a enemie, geist card now'' said rexejon and geist trowed a card to rexejon and catched it

''well see you later,teleport'' rexejon said and card was activated and rexejon and the rest dissapeared
they appeared at the edge of the town

 

Kretze fell to his knees, "They got a way" he said agresively as the water around his blade vanished

 

Sessamaru accepted the words, but denied their existance. "No one deserves to die, Rexejon... Not even killers." He let it go at that as they disappeared. He turned around, walking slowly out of the room, his shoulders slumped. He brooded his melancholy. "No worries my friend, I believe we'll see them again, soon. Very. Very. Soon."

 

''rexejon.......'' klarinette said while following rexejon

''yes klari you can say it'' said rexejon

''maybe they are right...but i know i can trust you right'' said klarinette

''of course you can our troubles will be over when we find the sword..and of course not everybody deserve to die'' said rexejon

''and rexejon wich one are you going to search for'' asked trommel

''yes....but omnis not'' said rexejon

 

"Thats what i'm worried about, what if they get to the swords before we do?" Kretze said standing up and placing the syth back where it belongs

 

"We'll meet them at the first sword... I promise..." He whispered, more to himself. He walked farther out of the bar, towards the trail to the Heart. Sessamaru continued farther and farther, his steps heavy with grief.

 

Kretze pursed Sessamaru, "how far til the heart?" he asked trying to forget the passing event

 

"A week, at best." He whispered, not really knowing the terrain. He just appeared in Dhar'khome... Everything was different from Dhar'khania. "A week..."

 

"good" Kretze said, looking to see the moon

 

Sessamaru crept through the darkness silently, with Kretze in tow, his shining green eyes lighting the way. The green-eyed albino's snow white mane danced about behind him like fire, even when the wind did not come and when he was just walking gently, causing no air current to arise. "The Heart... So close, and yet too far..."

 

Kretze followed Sessamru quietly while smoking one of his herbal cigerettes his face could not be seen well under his hood only a small section of his mouth could be seen

 

''what do you think guys more members or students'' asked rexejon while walking

''students are good we can learn them things'' said geist

''yeah i think geist is right'' said klarinette

''we already got one'' said trommel

''yep that's me'' said fleugel and they stopped

''we just follow the scent of the arch devils'' said rexejon and looked around

 

Kretze looked at the sky while walking, "the suns shall arrise red" he said talking of the massacre

 

"That it will, my friend..." Sessamaru whispered, walking farther and farther ahead. "We'll rest..."

 

"Ofcourse", Kretze said as he caught up with Sessamaru

 

they saw a village with Daar'ke but there was coming smoke from it and saw many arch devils and rexejon walked to it

''rexejon are you going to eliminate those arch devils in your own'' asked fleugel

''uhm no......you guys are going to help'' said rexejon and geist took his knifes klarinette took her claws and fleugel took his blade

rexejon and the rest runned to the village and trommel took his war hammer while running and rexejon took his 2 katana's while running

 

Sessamaru stopped in a meadow, resting upon a stump. He reached into his cloak, bringing out an obsidian ocarina, an emerald near the mouth-piece. He began to play a gentle tune. It was sad, terribly sad. Animals went about him, spirits visited, only to weep for the lost souls. Animals began to join in as a chorus. It was angelic. The Curse of Melancholy, a song of magnificent notes. The song, its magical power, condemned the evil to forever be sealed with Oblivion, the plane of nothingness, of loneliness. But, the tune lacked magic, for now, it was only a song. No demonic aura was near.

 

"This song i've heard it once before", Kretze said, "It was back then" he began to think of the past