Prologue

When the present is plagued with past,
When the broken beast is freed at last,
When the dark of dawn arrives,
The rebellion will arise,
A single spark a dying ember,
This is a tale you will remember,
For when the fire roars and the drums pound,
When the monster is awakened by a single sound,
When the dark of dawn reveals the demons of the night,
They won't be blighted by the glowing light,
Not this time. . .

Those who read this story beware! Just kidding :) I plan on changing the whole plot and will therefore be making a new story soon. You are welcome to read this, but I warn against it!

It was well past midnight, but the harbour was full of late night revellers spilling in and out of every tavern and inn as was possible. Boats bobbed methodically on the calm water the light of the lanterns dancing on the ink like surface. Drunken men staggered about arm in arm, singing slurred shanties, waving their half drunken tankards of ale around carelessly. Along the qua in the centre of all the noise and bustle was the infamous tavern 'The Black Unicorn' home to pirates and plunderers alike.

The doors were open wide to accommodate the vast amounts of people pouring into the tavern. It was packed with travellers and the rowdy crowd of pirates and locals. Men sat on the counter, arms woven together swaying and singing along to the small band in the corner. It reeked of sweat and stale beer, but everyone was too drunk to care. No one paid any attention to the three men huddled in the corner of the crowded tavern.

The old man facing away from the ruckus was scrutinizing the two people before him with popping eyes, one of which was slightly off centre making him look slightly cross-eyed. His bulbous nose was greasy as was his grizzled grey hair. His long yellowing nails tapped rhythmically on the table as his eyes travelled from the scrawny adolescent to the well built man leaning against the wall arms folded, promptly ignoring the pair of them. The youth shifted uncomfortably as the old man leant across the table and said in an accent thick with the sea "Do y' know why we're 'ere laddie?" His putrid breath wafting across the table. The boy shook his head trying to stop his eyes from watering. The man stank of rotten fish.

His mouth turned up in a rotten toothed smile as he turned his attention on the man ahead of him. "So . . . d 'y know who ar' host be Mr stoic over ther'? I don't tink e's gonna show his face. . .this 'ere Lord." The man showed no sign of having heard the words and continued to lean against the wall. "What 'bout you Mouse? What d y know 'bout this host o' ours?" The scraggly boy looked up uneasily, trying not to make eye contact. "I dunno anything Sir, honest. I was told to meet 'ere same as you." The old man tapped his fingers harder on the table. "Mmhmm. . .Well I did ma research into this fella and I 'eard he's a royal, not to be trusted."

The boy muttered "I did 'ear something, but I didn't think anything of it. Someone said he has a cloak of invisibility like. . ." He trailed off at the look on the old man's face. "You better not be lyin' to old Crow now 'bout invisibility cloaks an' what not," He sighed dramatically, effectively clouding them in a mist of pungent bacteria. "This host is obviously not gonna show his pathetic face." He sneered taking a swig from his tankard. The boy jumped violently as a fist collided with the table and Crow nearly choked on his ale. "Don't you disrespect our host Corven, he can do things to you not even a madman could think of." The old man looked up from his tankard with one popping eye, his beak like nose sniffed disdainfully "Ah at last the statue speaks. Well then if he can do these things then wher' 'is he."   

The broad shouldered man clenched his jaw and was about to retaliate when his eyes suddenly shifted to somewhere over Corven's shoulder. His face returned to it's natural impassive state. The boy's face followed his gaze and immediately froze in his seat. It was Corven's turn to flinch as a hand fell heavily on his shoulder. "Hello Crow glad to finally meet you in person, I hope you can forgive my lateness, but I had some pressing matters that needed to be attended to." The voice belonged to a male not passed his twenties. Corven didn't move as the figure moved slowly around the table and sat to the right of the stoic man. He kept his hood up the black cloak trailing to the floor. "Now you've been waiting long enough, why don't we get down to the reason I summoned you here."

The boy was the first to lean in although reluctant, he was followed by the man and then Crow. The male in the cloak removed his hood his black hair falling across his face. The three waited in silence as he pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and wrapped it around his head removing the hair from his face. "Right, first an introduction, Liam Trengero at your service." The man nodded to Corven and the skinny youth in turn. "Corven, Mathew glad you could make it." The old man raised a bushy eyebrow. The newcomer cracked his knuckles. They waited in tense silence for at least a minute before the man named Liam and said in a quiet voice "Gentlemen. . . I have a plan to overthrow the king. . ." in a deadly serious voice.

There was a long silence, the only noise the ruckus behind them. Corven was the first to react. He cackled mirthlessly slapping his leg "You wan'ta take down the king. My, you be mad as old Crow with tha' kind o thinking! Kill the king? Baa! Impossible!" He laughed his stale breath clouding them all once more.

The man named Liam removed his elbows from the table and put them behind his head. "It's not impossible. With the help of everyone around this table we could take the whole kingdom down." The skinny youth looked up his eyebrows furrowed "What use am I to you?" Liam closed his eyes and smiled, "You have no family therefore you have nothing to loose, you can make anything with your hands, you're quick both in mind and agility. And I know for a fact the king want's all of your kind locked up."

The boy named Mathew flinched "I dunno what kind you're talking about. I'm as normal as everyone else round this table." He defended waving a hand for emphasis. "Well, that's not entirely true. . ." Liam said eyes still closed a serene expression on his face, accompanied with a small smile. "What yer talking about?" Corven butted in. Mathew  gripped his seat tightly and glared at Liam. The black haired man opened one eye, "I can sense your wavelength boy." Mathew sucked in a breath. "You're about as normal as me and Tuliou." Liam pointed lazily in the direction of the intimidating figure beside him.

"You're lyin'." Mathew protested shaking his head. Liam opened his eyes fully and the boy's own eyes widened in shock. Liam's vibrant blue eyes crackled with an unnatural light. "You're a demon Mathew and I'm a Maven, there is nothing normal about that."

Mathew seemed unable to close his mouth as he stared into Liam's overly blue eyes. It took him a few gulps to being speaking "W-why do you want to b-bring him down in the first place?" Liam's eyes faded to their natural blue as he leant forwards and spoke "That 'king' has sat on his arse of a throne for too long, I'm sick of the way he treats people. I hate his guts, his soul. He has stripped the land of all that is good. They may be the good for nothing golden realm, but beneath that hard layer of shinny irresistible gold is a festering pit of evil."

"What ar y suggesting?" Corven interjected. Liam looked at the old man "I'm suggesting we band together form an alliance and take him down, but I need everyone here to join me or it will all be for nothing. Everyone around this table has something to offer, your expertise will be crucial if this plan is to ever work.    

Corven eyed Liam with distaste "So wha' d y need old Crow for then?" The man leant closer and whispered "You have a ship headed straight for Ravata with crew hell bent on snapping that bastard's spine, you're our ticket over there if you agree to form an alliance. I say it's our turn to rise, the light has ruled for too long. The time is now." His fist hit the table and Corven's tankard shook, the foam of the ale spilling over the side.

Their host removed a beautifully carved dagger from the depths of his cloak and stabbed it into the grain of the table. Without hesitation Tuliou ripped a string necklace from his neck and placed the pendant beside the dagger. All eyes turned to Mathew who bit his lip uncertainly before throwing his hands up in the air saying "Stuff it, I got nothing left anyway." He unclipped something hidden by his hair and dropped it into the small pile. Everyone looked to Corven. "So what do you say Crow?" Liam asked. Crow eyed him with a calculating look, his right eye slightly askew. He pursed his lips and folded his arms "If I say yes, I'll gather as many pirates, urchins, peasants as I can, but tha's it." With that he smacked the back of his head and his right eye popped out into his hand with a sickening 'thop'. Mathew looked away as Corven blinked his empty eye socket for all to see. He rolled it into the pile.

"Now what?" He asked gruffly. A smirk appeared on Liam's face and he clicked his fingers. A burst of blue light shot from his fingertips and wrapped around each of the objects. Once everything was shrouded in an unearthly blue glow Liam made a movement with his hand and the light seeped into the objects before leaving everything as it had been. "Now we get down to the real business." He reached inside his cloak once more and pulled out a piece of paper.

  
"This is why we need your ship Crow." Corven took the outstretched piece of paper and unfolded it. His remaining eye widened. "What is it?" Mathew asked uneasily. Corven didn't utter a word, but handed him the paper. It had the desired effect and Mathew gasped. The man spoke again "Like I said, your kind hate his lot." On the paper was an inked picture of a girl with a feral grin and mad eyes. At the top of the paper it read Rogue Demon caught at last. "You want us to travel all the way to Ravata, get into the demon trade without being discovered, somehow free a heavily guarded Demon and get away without a scratch?" Mathew asked incredulously

Liam nodded sharply "Yep". "Well we better put our heads together then." Corven said rubbing his hands together.

 

The End

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