Brother Melchior Brother Melchior grabbed Brother Casper's arm before he could enter the meeting room.  “This is the chance that we have been waiting for.” He whispered, indicating their plan to Brother Casper. Brother Casper nodded his agreement. “I would say so. We do not have time to discuss this. Let intuition guide us, brother.” Brother Melchior let go and followed him into the room. Everyone gathered around the circular table. Brother Melchior took his place in the hollowed-out center.  He listened to the murmurings around him for a minute, gathering his powers. Then he raised his hands in the air and spoke. 

  Blake   Valentine went ahead to find out where Clarissa was. The remaining shadow warriors gathered around Blake as he stormed the monastery. As they moved, monks would try to stop them, and his warriors would stay behind to fight. It allowed Blake to move unhindered. There was going to be no stopping him. It was time they left the monastery. King Righ would be pissed about what the monks were doing to Clarissa.  As he moved with purpose and determination, he knew telling her everything would take courage, but it would prove his affection for her. There was no reason good enough to hide his truth from her. 

 Angel   “Over here.” The young girl called. “We found him!” A chunky boy about five years old walked over to the bars the girl was pointing at. The dungeon cell windows were street level. The boy gave the bars a quick yank and pulled them out of place. Two other children lowered her to the ground inside the cell. She walked up to the statue that had been a man last night.  He took the face of the movement, inspiring the children to come together. Then he weakened the heinous monster so they could finish the fight. Last night, it was a heinous monster, but it hadn’t always been. S

 Blake  Day was ending swiftly, and Centra had been sitting next to Clarissa for hours with her eyes closed and her hands neatly folded in her lap. While in the village, he had been able to procure three quarter-horses, which seemed in excellent shape. The villagers took care of their animals. But he was getting impatient. After returning, he had the time to hunt a couple of rabbits, make a fire, cook a stew and eat. The stars shone overhead, and he would need to sleep if they did not awaken soon. He considered the amount of mind-controlling substances she had consumed. He had seen men completely lose their minds with less exposure. All he could do was hope that Centra was

Blake and Stephen  The creature’s first punches landed on Blake’s face in fast procession. It was taking full advantage of Blake’s guard being down. Blake put his hands up to protect his face as he maneuvered. But his efforts were futile as the creature’s strength sorely overpowered his own.It took several punches for Blake to realize who was attacking him. His head was ringing, and his face throbbed. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. It was a natural occurrence in humans. Every creature had a flight or fight response; most monsters, though, did not get the adrenaline boost. They had another mechanism.Blake wrapped a leg around