4. The Prophecy and the Stowaway (part 3)

          Shaking herself awake, memories of the past few minutes flooded back like a tidal wave. “Levi, are you alright? You have to stop them! They took... they stole a book!” Hataru whipped her head around, searching for the absent dark figures.

          “Stop who? What book? What are you saying?” he wanted to know, his dark wearness fading for the moment.

          Taking a deep breath, she explained what had happened; Levi nodded, trying to make sense of it all. Examining his bookshelf, he studied every title with care. 

          “Ah! Here it is,” he said, pointing to a space that had obviously held a book once. “That was one of my father’s old journals. He’d kept many of them to record his escapades as a pirate, you see. I’ve read quite a few of them, but there's such a numerous amount that it would almost be almost impossible to read them all. This one, the one that these men took, I’ve happened to read cover to cover. He wrote about only one adventure in particular, and, if memory serves, I believe it was about an encounter with a pirate enchantress. She used magic to put all of her victims into a deep slumber and then looted their treasures single handedly. It was quite a remarkable tale, but I have no clue as to why someone would want to steal it..."

          Eager to uncover the mystery, Hataru questioned, "Do either of you have any idea who those men were? I’m sure they were the same brutes who attacked my ship and locked me up! What about that man with the abnormal hair? Do you know him? I don't─" Hataru cut off abruptly when she saw the captain bow his head, an old wound reopened. There was a fire burning in the back of his eye, shining the light of pure hatred. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.

          "Kosu," he spat out the word with a growl of verbal venom. She looked to Firious, eyes expectant, hoping for an explanation. 

          “Aye, lass. The dark one the captain was fighting, with the oddly colored hair, he’s called Kosu, The Black and White Assassin. Rumors tell that he killed one hundred men in one night without anyone noticing till the next morning. He’s a dangerous one ─  will work for anyone, kill anyone, no questions asked as long as he gets paid. His heart is as black as those eyes of his. Worst of the worst, I’d say, but Levi could tell you better. After all, he is his ─ ”

          “That’s enough, Firious!” Levi burst out, and the room became deathly quiet. No one spoke for what felt like hours.

The End

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