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there had been a sudden increase in warriors. This was another example of the vampire magic that no one had ever been able to explain. The warrior mark had started appearing on fully grown vampire males who were of direct descendant of the leader, no matter how distant that connection was. Males who had been born civilian were exposed to a whole new destiny. According to Jackson’s parents, it had been a time of great adjustment.
Talking of adjustments - everything in the school schedule was sure to change also. There was no way that they would be able to carry on and pretend as if nothing had happened.
Jackson knew that Kelton had a very special relationship with Bartholomew, and was sure to take an extremely personal interest in avenging his death. Both of them were legends in their own rights and everyone knew more or less everything about them. Well, at least, the public knew what they wanted them to know. Obviously, a lot of the private stuff, like what was going on between Kelton and Kayleigh, wasn’t for public consumption. But, it was common knowledge that Bartholomew had taught Kelton everything he knew and that he had regarded him as the best warrior that this race had ever seen. And, right up until the end, they still had daily contact and that the leader had often conferred a lot with Kelton over the race’s issues and problems.
What were they going to do without him?
Sitting in his bedroom, Jackson felt like he was going crazy. Not wanting to venture out of his room, he knew that staying here and staring at his own crowded four walls was just going t o drive him to distraction. He was torn as to what to do. Rather than staying there alone and quietly going nuttier than a fruit bat all by himself, he decided to head out to see if he could walk off this feeling of despondency. He wasn’t one for talking but he couldn’t just sit here in his room and stew.
There was no way that he wanted to phone home. It would just make everything feel so much worse. His family were staunch supporters of their leader and hearing his mother wail and sob down the phone wouldn’t help him much at all right now. He knew now that the whole family would have been feeling the same way that he had since the death of Bartholomew and the last thing he needed was his mother banging on about another tragic loss for their family. It was more than he could bear.
His Uncle Cyrus had been living a happy, quiet normal life until the death of their previous leader, nearly two hundred years ago, before Bartholomew came to the throne. One night, a few days after the leader’s sudden death, the warrior mark had appeared and Uncle Cyrus had to leave his wife and kids to go out and play warrior. Unfortunately, Cyrus never made it home. He had died in the line of duty, protecting the race. And this was another one of the reasons that Jackson’s family was so proud of him, that he was going to be going out there and avenging his uncles’ death.
So, no. The last thing he needed to do right now was to call home. He’d let the dust settle a bit and call in a couple of days to see how everyone was, once his mother’s hysteria had calmed down a notch or two.
Without looking from side to side, avoiding all eye contact with anyone he passed, Jackson hurried his way down the stairs and onwards to the administration wing, which was already humming with activity.
Jackson slipped through the crowded administration area and headed out towards the back of the main reception area. On their orientation, they’d shown them many things, including the back garden areas which was where Jackson was planning on heading.
Trying to see out of the door, he couldn’t tell if there was anybody out there already, but decided to go for it anyway. Being cooped up indoors was starting to drive him batty. Hopefully, the cold air of night wouldn’t encourage many out there tonight.
Luckily, the air was cool,
Talking of adjustments - everything in the school schedule was sure to change also. There was no way that they would be able to carry on and pretend as if nothing had happened.
Jackson knew that Kelton had a very special relationship with Bartholomew, and was sure to take an extremely personal interest in avenging his death. Both of them were legends in their own rights and everyone knew more or less everything about them. Well, at least, the public knew what they wanted them to know. Obviously, a lot of the private stuff, like what was going on between Kelton and Kayleigh, wasn’t for public consumption. But, it was common knowledge that Bartholomew had taught Kelton everything he knew and that he had regarded him as the best warrior that this race had ever seen. And, right up until the end, they still had daily contact and that the leader had often conferred a lot with Kelton over the race’s issues and problems.
What were they going to do without him?
Sitting in his bedroom, Jackson felt like he was going crazy. Not wanting to venture out of his room, he knew that staying here and staring at his own crowded four walls was just going t o drive him to distraction. He was torn as to what to do. Rather than staying there alone and quietly going nuttier than a fruit bat all by himself, he decided to head out to see if he could walk off this feeling of despondency. He wasn’t one for talking but he couldn’t just sit here in his room and stew.
There was no way that he wanted to phone home. It would just make everything feel so much worse. His family were staunch supporters of their leader and hearing his mother wail and sob down the phone wouldn’t help him much at all right now. He knew now that the whole family would have been feeling the same way that he had since the death of Bartholomew and the last thing he needed was his mother banging on about another tragic loss for their family. It was more than he could bear.
His Uncle Cyrus had been living a happy, quiet normal life until the death of their previous leader, nearly two hundred years ago, before Bartholomew came to the throne. One night, a few days after the leader’s sudden death, the warrior mark had appeared and Uncle Cyrus had to leave his wife and kids to go out and play warrior. Unfortunately, Cyrus never made it home. He had died in the line of duty, protecting the race. And this was another one of the reasons that Jackson’s family was so proud of him, that he was going to be going out there and avenging his uncles’ death.
So, no. The last thing he needed to do right now was to call home. He’d let the dust settle a bit and call in a couple of days to see how everyone was, once his mother’s hysteria had calmed down a notch or two.
Without looking from side to side, avoiding all eye contact with anyone he passed, Jackson hurried his way down the stairs and onwards to the administration wing, which was already humming with activity.
Jackson slipped through the crowded administration area and headed out towards the back of the main reception area. On their orientation, they’d shown them many things, including the back garden areas which was where Jackson was planning on heading.
Trying to see out of the door, he couldn’t tell if there was anybody out there already, but decided to go for it anyway. Being cooped up indoors was starting to drive him batty. Hopefully, the cold air of night wouldn’t encourage many out there tonight.
Luckily, the air was cool,
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