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[Deacon Drake]

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My blood turns cold when it hits the floor
and I slowly close my eyes.
"I let him find me..." my mind runs o'er
and my body slowly dies...

In a flash of fire and molten rock, the metal door to the altar room exploded off its frame and was sent rolling through the Abbey like a cannon ball. He could feel his arm searing as the red-hot door struck it. He was knocked to the floor, unable to breath in the heat, and unable to look away from the horrid sight before him.

The Altar Room was on fire. In the frame of the doorway, a massive figure was attempting to force its way through the small doorway. The smoking creature spread its wings and advanced.

Steel got on his feet and sprinted to the front, in hopes of his momentum forcing the large doors off the hinges, when he was stopped suddenly by a man in front of him. The man was about average height and build, and was wearing a dark robe and cloak with a bear mask on his head. His face was unforgettable, a cold scowl never leaving it and a goatee in the shape of the letter "W" covering his chin.

Steel didn't have time to recognize his old friend, the Dreamer. With a cold "Hello," the archmage forced a long, slender dagger into Steel's gut. Without a change in facial expression, the mage turned and walked away.

Steel wanted to stand and fight the mage, but he couldn't. He could already feel the runes on the blade burning, sending a mystical poison through his body. Within seconds, he collapsed, unable to move, unable to think... unable to feel...

Steel sat bolt upright on his bed, breathing hard and pouring sweat. The nightmare had been so vivid, he could almost feel his arm burning. He looked at his human right arm and examined the scald mark that had been left. It had faded and was no longer noticeable, but it was still there to remind Steel of his mortality.

After a while, he finally let himself drift back into the realms of unconcious remembrance.

In a flash of fire and molten rock, the metal door exploded off its frame and was sent rolling in the air like a cannon ball. Steel could feel his arm searing as the red-hot door struck it. He was knocked to the floor, unable to breath in the heat.

He slowly stood and stared in horror at the sight before him. Standing within the doorway of the Altar Room was a massive demon. Its wingspan was hidden entirely by the doorway, but Steel had a good idea how wide it was. The figure was not on fire or smoking as most people depict demons to be in myth... instead it was calm and dark, almost humanoid. The background behind the creature was not right, though... it wasn't the altar room. Steel examined it and realized that he was looking back into the main hall in the Abbey. He looked into the beasts face, and noticed the long, clean scar over the left eye and the dark, burned tearmarks running down the cheeks.

As he realized the truth, he faltered and fell back a step. The demon did the same. Steel reached for his weapon, and the demon followed suit. It can't be, he thought. He began to walk toward the creature, who proceeded to advance on Steel.

He was looking into a mirror adorned with the Serpent's Crest.

He turned and sprinted to the front, in hopes of his momentum forcing the large doors off the hinges, when he was stopped suddenly by a man in front of him...

"I DID NOT INHERIT THIS!!!"

The scream woke up half of Yew. Steel jumped to his feet, still half-undressed from his slumber, and stormed to the nearby armoire. Over and over in his mind ran the words, yet he couldn't convince himself of it anymore. I did not inherit this... I did not inherit this...

...did I?

Walking outside into the darkness, he looked up at the night sky. The moon was a slim crescent and was fading fast. It is almost time, he thought. The next night would be the new moon and he had preparations to make.

I can't let anyone know...
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