Mist, all who have opposed you have been killed. Once you deal with the rabble, the Khan will belong to you!” said the leader dressed in black. “Have you killed Spout?” asked Mist excitedly. “We did not find him, maybe he hid himself earlier,” the man calmly replied. “He’s not dead? Fine, let it be. After tonight, the Khan will be all mine, there is nothing Spout can do anyway,” Mist continued, his voice carried tones of regret, but otherwise it was unacknowledged. “Mist… you conspired with outsiders to kill your own clansmen?! You really are scum!” screamed one of the Khan angrily. Once the group of darkly-dressed men arrived, all was clear to the Khan, and it left nothing but angry faces. “Hahaha… winner takes all! After tonight, who would dare say Mist Khan isn’t one?” Mist guffawed.Seeing this unfold, Zephyr did not move a muscle, neither did he plan to attack. He knew these leaders were not noble nor were they honorable, only out for themselves. Who knew? Perhaps their murde
One by one, Zephyr’s assailants were sent flying by his attack. “Impossible!” cried Mist as he was sent flying back too, face full of shock. He turned to the voice, which gained even more suspense upon seeing whence it came. There, a few men slowly walked over with their leader, an old man with long, silvery hair that blew in the wind, his eyes carried nothing but contempt, like an old, honored lion. Beside him, a group of Khan leaders followed suit, among them was Spout Khan. “Impossible! You should be dead by now!” Mist cried, his fear intensely grew at the sight of the strong defenders that were approaching. Mist’s fear was warranted, seeing how the old man that led the party was none other than Typhoon Khan, his father. “Take these men down, no quarter!” Typhoon commanded, then, he turned his gaze to Mist, “Traitor!” his anger boiled as he shouted. A great tiger appeared behind Typhoon which signalled his attack. He was livid now, he said nothing as he raised his hand and sent a sl
Many Khan leaders died that night; those who were killed by Mist, and those who were killed by the black-garbed assassins. Typhoon Khan was of no help, he sentenced all who supported Mist and his endeavours to the sword. Essentially, the Khan were now left at half of their power. “From now on, the Khan will be reborn!” Typhoon stated. “Although we suffered a great loss, I believe that as long as we work together, the Khan will be returned to glory! Hell, it might even be better than before!” he exclaimed.“I’m sorry My Lord. The years under Mist have been rough, we could do nothing but stand-by and watch as he drove us into the ground. We are very sorry to have disappointed you!” sighed a group of leaders, guilt plastered each of their faces. These leaders were the true pillars of the Khan, the most honorable bunch. However, even as they spoke, their gaze instinctively turned to Zephyr, who was seated there, calm and silent. If it were not for those that personally witnessed Zephyr’s
“All hail Spout Khan, the new Lord Khan!”“Under Spout’s leadership, the Khan will prosper!”“Everyone will follow Spout Khan!”Many Khan leaders cheered, faces full of smiles, Spout Khan was a popular man. However, Spout maintained a stoic look, he knew he could not reject the role at this point.“Sir!” It was at this moment, in the midst of hearty laughter and premature celebrations of the Khan leaders, that a guard hastily entered the hall, his face full of sweat. “What’s happening? What’s gotten into you?” Typhoon asked. “My Lord, Lincoln has fled Khan grounds!” the guard replied. “Escaped?”“That b*stard!”The Khan leaders’ expressions changed dramatically. Zephyr did not wait to join them, he quickly sped out of the room, quick as lightning. The hatred that Zephyr had in his previous life, carried over. It was a curse he must bear. A curse of knowledge. Knowing if it was not for Lincoln, Leah would not have killed herself. If it was not for Lincoln, he would not have su
“It isn’t that great of a plan, but our chances of killing Lincoln will be high…” Zephyr said quietly, while his lips twitched upwards. He then quietly told all who were present. “That’s barbaric!” expressed everyone, shocked at Zephyr’s cruelty. Spout was the most taken aback by Zephyr’s barbarism. “Heh heh…” Zephyr chuckled as he further frightened those he sent his gaze to.…The next day, a party stood before the Sun gates. “Zephyr boy, are you certain this will work?” A worried expression appeared on Spout’s face. “Don’t worry! I guarantee it!” Zephyr replied, smiling confidently. As they chatted, the gates opened, revealing a line of men who approached with stride. Their leader was the first to speak, “Oh if it isn’t lord Spout Khan himself! What brings you here, my good sir!”The man was probably in his 50s, his head was round and his ears were big, complimenting his fat physique. His fat face was disgusting to look at. However, Zephyr knew that there was more to him than his
Lincoln arrived shortly after. “Master Sun, what do you want? Didn’t I tell you that I was busy making Agility enabling pills and to not disturb me?” Lincoln complained . “Heh heh, I can’t help it, Lincoln! This Khan lord wants to speak with you,” Sylvester said, he smiled and gestured towards Zephyr. “Zephyr?!” Lincoln gasped, his prideful stride suddenly disappeared. Lincoln would not take this lightly, Zephyr had almost killed him before. “Lincoln, you’re finally here!” Zephyr exclaimed, he stood up to greet him. “Zephyr, I underestimate you!” Lincoln said, his face grew slightly paler, though his voice and attitude was stern. The closer Zephyr got to Lincoln, the less friendly his smile seemed.Suddenly, a bout of energy emerged from Zephyr’s fingertips, and it quickly entered Lincoln without anyone noticing. “Master Sun, are you really not going to return Lincoln to us?” Zephyr suddenly turned to Sylvester, his voice cold and unfriendly. “Master Zephyr, I have already given my
“What should I do with you? Although the Khan have not been in Starlight for long, their power is not to be underestimated. Their history is mysterious. They’ve only been here for about 200 years and yet are close to catching up with our thousands of years of development. We must not take them lightly!” said Sylvester sternly while he sipped his tea thereafter. “Mister and master Sun, if there isn’t any need for me, I will take my leave now,” Lincoln said respectfully. He was not pleased to bend so low but what choice did he have? He could not be so frivolous like he did with the Khan anymore. “You may leave,” said Sheldon. “Lincoln, you are smart in knowing to follow the Sun. As long as you do your job well, we will reward you greatly!” he continued, the Sun disregarded Lincoln’s identity as their medicine man. “Yes My Lord, thank you!” Lincoln replied earnestly.Although Lincoln was respectful, he was begrudgingly so. “Hmph, he is nothing but a Khan lapdog, what right does he have
When she was met by Lincoln's fiery stare, Renesmee could not help but feel flustered, so she instinctively asked him. Her voice was as smooth and silky, Lincoln’s mind was getting clouded. ‘She’s so beautiful, I must have her!’ Lincoln thought, “No! I mustn't! The Sun would never forgive me!” He quelled his thoughts immediately. “I’m fine!” he answered, he felt his desires climb to a breaking point. ‘What’s wrong? Why can’t I control myself!?’ Lincoln’s mind was aflutter, he could resist no longer.Lincoln reached out, and grabbed Renesmee. “Mas-Master Lincoln! What are you doing! Let go of me!” Renesmee screamed, unable to break free of his grasp. “Hahaha, no one is coming to save you. Who dares to stop me? I am Lincoln!” His tone was no longer calm, all he wanted then was this woman. He hugged Renesmee tightly, before he stormed into her room. “Lincoln, let go! You b*stard! Sheldon would never…” The sounds of her struggle slowly disappeared.…Sheldon loved Renesmee. Once he wa