Shakan'Dar scoffed at the road, as he followed Akira into the forest. He would be more at home in the shadows of the forest than on the open road anyway. He knew that if he used shadow-walking, he could be at the mountains summit before most of the others would probably reach the halfway point. He gave Gareth a considering look. Most of the others, but not all. As he followed her, he again felt the sense of impending destiny that he felt when he looked at her for too long. It felt like his mind was racing and everything seemed to be leading up to a monumental occasion that he could not escape even if he wished to. He blinked, and in that blink, the vision came to him again.
....His master began the incantation that would send the demon back. The portal, which had been swirling slowly reversed in direction, and the creature took a step backwards. It seemed to slowly get sucked back into the portal. As the final stages where occurring, his master suddenly cried out, went rigid, and fell to the floor. The gateway collapsed around the demon and it seemed to vanish. Whether it had been returned or not, he didn't know, but he knew that his master was in trouble. He went over to his master and saw an arrow protruding from his back. He pulled out the arrow, and on the arrowhead was etched a symbol which was now all too familiar to Shakan'Dar....
His eyes opened, and if anyone was looking, pure and utter fury would have left their spine chilled. He looked over at Gareth, and in a flash, his sword was out and pointed at Gareth's throat threateningly.
"You and your Brotherhood have much to answer for! Do you know anything about a contract on a master of the Yhai Mal Kin? If you do, you will tell me who was responsible, or so help me, I'll have your head!" Shakan'Dar's breathing was ragged with fury, and his eyes constantly flicked over to Aaroth, just in case there was a closer tie between the two Silencers than had been seen so far.
"Well? Speak!" Shakan'Dar had never experienced such feelings of rage before. He tried to calm himself. Balance was the key, but at the moment, all his thoughts of calm where like pouring a teaspoon of water onto a raging inferno.
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