1A long tower, surrounded by the weather that signed the dark sorcerer's mood. This evening, none of the men dared to come close, for black clouds that spat thunder and lighting circled around the solid structure. Obviously, Koyose the sorcerer was not happy.
May all the curses of the depths fall down on Fujetsu!
Pacing around in the circular attic, a tall man paid no heed to the weather outside. He had more important business to attend to, the primary point being the one troubling him the most. Finally, Koyose stopped walked in front of the tall window, the only one in the circular chamber.
The frames were decorated with subtle beauties where Koyose did not care about. Miniature portraits of legends and myths which the sorcerer barely knew. There was no glass in this window, allowing the fresh air to be smelled, and a constant breeze to flow through the chamber.
Raging and howling, the storm caught Koyose's black hair and turned it into a playground for the aggressive wind. Lighting struck in the second, smaller tower, making the sorcerer frown. The same wind that was going through his hair brought the screams of his men to him, and Koyose figured he might wanted to lower his temper if he intended to have any followers left by the end of the day.
As though a switch was turned, the clouds diminished and the sun showed herself, pouring strokes of light over the deserted square. Koyose sensed the ambiance in the castle grow calmer, and he realised how much the inhabitants were used to the irregular weather pattern.
His surroundings had distracted Koyose from the main problem for a second, but he wouldn't allow that to happen again. While walking towards the large desk in the middle of the attic, the sorcerer waved with his right arm and the window was replaced by solid rock, which would dispatch the moment Koyose asked for it.
Immediately, the dark sorcerer missed the breeze but shrugged it off as he sat down on the luxurious and comfy seat; first class darkwood with soft cushioning in a deep red hue, perfectly matching the rest of the interior. The desk, made of the same material, was stuffed with documents, half-finished scribblings and spells, ingredients of potions and books of which Koyose knew that he would never finish them. Ultimate chaos, but the sorcerer always managed to find what he was looking for in less than a second.
Heavy eyebrows pulled together in a frown when Koyose saw something he hadn't put there. A small note laid on the edge of the desk, which was formerly the only free spot. In black ink, thin handwriting covered the paper of a broken white colour. Slowly, the dark sorcerer picked it up and recognised the signature as the captain's. Although Koyose was annoyed by the increasing delay of solving a serious problem, he took the time to read every word.
Request for more supplies... More authority... The power to punish his recruits...
Koyose snickered when he had finished, then crumpled the note and threw it backwards, and he did not care where it landed. Yes, the officer would like that, more power. Most men would. But such persistence was worrying, almost insulting; who was captain Ekoten to ask for such things? Behind him, the note went up into flames when Koyose gave the silent command, and he made a mental note of dealing with the captain later. He was by far less important than the man who caused the weather outside to grow darker again.
Hearing how the rain poured down on the roof, Koyose vaguely wondered if the loss of control over his magic was another side-affect of the decrease of his powers, and the extension of Fujetsu's. There was no time to lose if that was so. Light and Dark battled once again and this time, the Darkness did not intend to lose. This time, Light would fall into a forgotten corner of the world until the fates intended for another strive.
But there was the problem; Fujetsu had the upper hand by making himself known to the public before Koyose had even prepared his own appearance. Those foolish mortals! Show them a few cheap tricks and they shall worship you like a God! However, the dark sorcerer was ready to play Fujetsu's game. He streaked over his long, rather pointed chin and smirked. First thing tomorrow, he would show Light was true sorcery was, unlike those clumsy attempts.
And after Koyose's first move, he would have plenty of surprises laying around to trip Fujetsu, and kick him down in every attempt to stand up. Finally, the dark sorcerer relaxed and slumped deeper into his chair, enjoying how soft the red material under his hands felt. It vaguely reminded him of the fur of a short-haired animal, although it was much softer and it had a soothing affect on Koyose.
It didn't matter. What mattered was that the dark sorcerer was going to have fun tomorrow. Now, the only thing that was left was tracing Fujetsu with the Map; it was too early for a true confrontation between Light and Dark, so Koyose had to make sure to stay a far distance away – just in case Fujetsu thought otherwise.
But before that, Koyose would seek a little entertainment and find his insolent captain. He stood up, broke down the solid wall with a wave of his hand, and walked through his door, fast-paced. There was only a small chance and captain Ekoten would see daylight again while the weather around the tower became clearer and clearer with every scream.
Last Updated On: January 6th. Mainly for the grammar - much thanks to Feral Felene! (That's the punishment for typing while too tired to see things sharply)