Chapter 4
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Dejign lead the woman. He knocked on the door. ""Enter" Raziel looked up from the scrolls. "Sire, the counsel has agreed that the Lady Satrina was indirectly responsible for the flag." Raziel nodded, dismissing Dejign. He turned to the fledging. "Is it true chyld?" He asked her. "Yes" "Why did you do this? Silence.... "Speak" He demanded. "I was bored." He paced, "So you start two of my soldiers fighting just to amuse your-self..." "Yes, my Lord." She answered. If she had been looking up, she would have seen the look of bemusement on his face. It had been nearly over 20 years. Still, he sighed, this chyld of his continued to defy him. "What you did was inexcusable." She glanced up, his face was stern. "Satrina, you will create a replacement for that banner that was destroyed." He sat down. The woman accepted. I ran as fast as I could,
arriving late again was incredulous!
Luckily, Raziel was engrossed
in a chess game with Satrina when I walked in.
In short, it took many weeks
of rehearsals. Finaly the play could begin. Life in the clan was
not all tradtions. Offen, when the Vampire Lords were not warring among
them selves. They threw tornaments and banquts to enteran the court.
The amphithearter, built (moslty out of bordom) with many tiers curved
around an open air stage.
Rebecca wasn't enjoying this, she looked up to where that girl-child sat with Raziel. That welp acts like she blongs there she thought. This was too much, Rebecca left the amphitheater, scowling. The Play was coming to an end, the Man worked quickly, he put an arrow in the cross-bow. At this avange point he could see his target clearly. Slowly, the assassin squeezed the trigger.... The audience applauded, rasising
to it's feet. A scream of pain sounded from the topmost tier, Satrina
held her hand with the arrow protruding from it As she doubled over in
pain, Gavian called out the guards.
We were escorted back to
our rooms. The arrow had been removed, Satrina's injured hand bound.
The city was in an uproar, the Razielim court threw accustions and thories.
There was even talk of the shape-shifting race of vampires known as the
Gangrel. As I heard all this, I woundered who would want to harm
a fledgling like her...true she was Raziel's frist-born daughter, then
again so was I. Opening the door to her room I found it empty.
I reached out my mind to find her, vampires who are close to one other often can sence each other's pressence and state of mind. With my mind I felt her confusion......then suddenly nothing. She was gone. |
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