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[Isabella de Mor]

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I sat as I did most nights, Buried in a sea of books. Tossing one from the stack to another stack behind the chair. I must have read thousands of books, seen hundreds of paintings and sketches. I picked up a blood red bond book and rolled my eyes just knowing it was just like the rest. ......


Jacob, my mentor had me reading these books to study the shadow world..To "prepare " myself. Not everyone has the task or is chosen to learn of this world and to document it. I didnt want to read about it. I wanted to be in the mix of it!. To see them and to watch them. My eyes scrolled over the red book and sighed as I cracked open the cover. I looked Through the first few page till I stumbled on a sketch of a man. No older then me sitting in a chair. His eye were fixed and slightly narrowed and his jaw looked set but gentle. My head tilted as I looked at him. There was something that drew me to him. I couldnt take my eyes off him.

The door pushed open as a rush of cool air entered the room. It was Jacob. "Ah! Isabella, there you are.", his voice was thick and raspy. "what are you reading", he inched his way toward me. I couldnt tare my eyes from that sketches eyes. It was like they were calling to me ..."Isabella", I jumped .

Yes, sorry., I uttered out.

"what are you reading", he glanced down at the book.

"Hmm, I have never seen another sketch of him other then the painting the east corridor. where we keep all the oil paintings", he fixed his glasses as he looked over her shoulder.

"Come with me Isabella", he waved her to follow.


They went down a dark corridor and down some stairs and Jacob light a few candles. My eyes adjusted and tall paintings came into my view. One of a girl with dark hair that flowed to her waist with piercing green eyes and a sadistic look to her.


"ah, here we are", he pointed to the corner.

I lifted my lamp. There it was a painting of the same eyes as the sketch. This time he was standing in a study and he looked harder in this painting. More stern and angry.....If only those eyes looked as angry as the rest of him, then maybe then I wouldn't stare so hard at them. Like they were staring back at me.

" Who is he ?", I asked still staring at the painting.

"We are not quiet sure really. You see we found this painting and I am assuming that book you were reading in Blackthorns Castle after he was defeated. We took few artifacts from that castle." he stood there with a proud grin on his face.


"Oh, I see", I said with a breathless whisper.


Jacob looked between me and the painting.

"I will leave you two alone", he chuckled and left me and the painting.

I must have sat there memorizing ever inch of his figure for hours..
The sun was rising and I finally tore myself from the painting and made my way to my bed chambers. I must know whom that marvelous creature was. But, where to begin and How do I do this without getting caught by Jacob! ....