Children of Fey and Night: Chapter Fourteen

The Legion of Thieves

Children of Fey and Night

The Lovers

Camilla Croce 

If Dawn were any other person- both male or female- she would've looked in awe at Xaro fight.

He was powerful, true to his birthright as a child of Erebus. He struck with powerful bolts of fire and darkness, and of course there were his shadow clones.

In no stretch of the imagination could Dawn possibly think that Xaro lose. The High Master of the Legion was powerful; probably the most powerful out of all of them. Heck, that's probably why he had the role.

But Dawn could only think about how hard of a job it would be to take him down if he ever turned- and that it would probably come down to her to stop him.

It wasn't that Dawn didn't have any faith in their High Master (as much as she disliked him); it was just that too much of Light or Dark blinds. Keep staring into the Light for too long and soon the only thing you'll be able to see is darkness.

Even the most heroic heroes could turn. The whitest clothes were the easiest to stain.

Pratt loaded a magazine of Iron bullets into his gun. He was the only one moving other than Dawn, the rest of them were watching the battle with mixed reactions of shock, disbelief and worry.

"Why does Xaro bring you everywhere anyway?" Dawn whispered to her best friend.

Pratt shrugged. "He thinks I can control you."

Dawn snorted. "Shows what he knows."

(WIP)