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Black Potential: The Rising Flame Chapter Ten: Falling into Light The streets had gone quiet once again. There was no more screaming, no more howling and no sign of Zalen. Dorul, Kaitlyn and Even had somehow managed to make their way back to where they had been ambushed by Valrin and were trying to find any evidence that could tell them what had happened to their Vampyr leader. All they found were scratch marks along the concrete walls and pavement. The Mist was as thick as ever and it hindered their search. Dorul kept on encouraging the others to keep looking; telling them to not give up hope of finding him but the longer they searched, th

Black Potential: The Rising Flame Chapter 9: The Raging One A majestic golden castle towered over a valley which was filled with mysterious, quiet buildings that paled in comparison. The majestic blue banners hanging from its high walls wavered slightly in the wind, proudly showing off the different symbols that were on them.  The banners each represented one of the masters of the Shadowed Land. These masters resided in the golden castle, the jewel of the entire realm: Necropolis. One banner stood apart from the rest. This one was far greater in size and decoration, hung over the entrance pylon of the castle so that the entire valley could

Black Potential: The Rising Flame Chapter 8: Mark of Faith Xavier once again stood before the high council of Haven; The Lord Judge wreathed in his midnight coloured cloak, the Lord Bishop robed in light fabric and the soon-to-be Lord General decorated in the colour of war. They sat atop of their high thrones like the Kings of Old. Although two of the lords' faces were hidden behind masks, Xavier knew how they must be looking upon him; he was the bearer of the worst news possible for Haven. "You must be mistaken!" The Lord Bishop decreed, flicking his hand at Xavier. The great chamber was occupied only by Xavier, the three lords and thei

Black Potential: The Rising Flames Chapter seven: The Shadow behind the Mirror Morin was surrounded by darkness. It was like a blanket of water covering him, suffocating him. He found it hard to move - the pressure on his body was so intense - and the only sound he heard was the same twisted laughter, again and again and again. He felt the weight on top of him lighten and he instantly took advantage of it. He began trying to move his limbs with all his effort and soon he felt his leg suddenly kick out as if it had just been released of some restraint. He kicked out again and this time felt something connect with his foot. "Ouch! The litt

Black Potential: The Rising Flames Chapter 6: In the Darkest Mind Unbearable heat rolled through the air as towers of stone and metal burned around Morin who stood in the middle of a broken road. His city was burning. Screams rose and fell around him as he tried to find a way clear from the firestorm that had engulfed the entire city, but he saw no one; no bodies, no survivors, nothing alive. His hands blistered and bled as he climbed the blackened rubble that was once an apartment building, and that was when he heard it; a piercing cry filled with rage and pain. Morin scrambled to the top of the ruin and looked up at the burning sky.  He

Black Potential: The Rising Flames Chapter Five: Tensions in trust A blinding ray of light fell across Morin's face, so intense he felt his skin burn as he lurched forth from his bed and fell down the side into the cool shadow. He nursed his scolded cheek for a moment, his violent awakening shaking off any drowsiness he would have had, however after a few seconds he began to feel weak and physically drained. After taking a moment to gain some strength he cautiously crept around his bed and quickly drew the curtains; the glare from the sun caused him to shield his eyes, even with the curtains closed. He opened his closet door, checked himsel

Black Potential: The Rising Flame Chapter Four: Key to the Cage A gentle light filtered through the windows of his living room and Morin drearily lifted a sore neck off the arm of his couch. He smacked his lips together and wiped the side of his mouth while looking around the room, for a second forgetting why he had fallen asleep on the couch in the first place. He quickly remembered and sat up properly on the couch, his back aching as he straightened it. After making sure he had not caused any permanent damage to his spine, he got up and made some toast to eat as an early breakfast. Sitting down at the table he realised that last night wa

Black Potential: The Rising Flames Chapter Three: Dreams An orange glow filled the sky as the setting sun fell lower on to the darkening horizon. The first traces of the swelling mist began to seep over the suburbs and dampen the summer fauna. Morin was in his room working at his cluttered desk on a dreary assignment; he needed something to distract him, something to keep him from thinking about what had happened that afternoon. His parents were not home yet and so he decided to play a CD, which was loud enough so he could hear it, but not quite for it to be a distraction, of his favourite band: The Silent. The band, although recently form

Black Potential: The Rising Flame Chapter Two: Feelings Morin was already wide awake by the time his alarm clock buzzed. It was seven o’clock in the morning; the sun beamed in through the windows and he was once again looking at the strange red marks that had appeared the night before in the mirror. He gently pushed down on them with his fingers – he felt pain, but not as much as before. Whatever had happened, the marks were healing, so Morin didn’t give it another thought. He grabbed one of the shirts piled on top of the chair next to his desk (which was covered in papers with all manner of drawings on them) and he sniffed i