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The hunters were on their horses, dragging behind them some covered carts, inside of some were many antiques stolen from merchant ships and others had human trade. They stopped inside of the camp and started unloading the goods. In all the commotion a young boy got away and ran into the forest, looking for refuge in the trees and maybe some people, but that hope was taken away when an eight foot spear passed through the neck of the kid, bringing darkness to his eyes. Stone, a big old man with a chain whip got close to the man, who threw the spear,
“We want our merchandise alive.”
“We don’t need a runner,” Itius answered as he walked to the kid t retrieve his staff. He was the same but he held in a belt some strange circular artifacts and in his arms many bracelets. He walked back to Stone and pointed at the other slaves, “Keep your mind on the live ones. I have to talk to Ghost.”
“Yes.” Stone said hoarsely. He hated the fact that newcomer eunuch was the new right hand of Ghost when he had worked with her for twenty years.

Itius entered a small cabin at the far end of the camp. Inside there was just a desk with many different chairs around, and a bed. The desk was filled with papers and photos. At one corner was a small column, surrounded on the floor by many angel wings from her victims or taken from the bodies of the dead after battles. Next to the bed in the floor was Ghost, tied with a chain on the floor with an abnormally large dark sphere in her arms. “There is something wrong with my powers, but I think it has opened my eyes. Maybe one light sphere might not be enough to get to my ultimate form…but maybe two spheres. One light. One dark. Itius, rest for a couple of days, then go to a demon graveyard to see if there is a dark sphere as big as this one,” she looked down at the sphere in her hands, “but I’ll be the one to look at it, when the red moon disappears.”
Itius walked back out without saying a word. Some hunters called him for help and without saying a word he went to help him. He didn’t like talking anymore; this was now his job.

Caradoc opened his eyes after a few days of sleeping. It was really all he could do since the rest of his body was immobile. He rolled over onto his back and sighed. It would be nice to know where he was, at least. He could only assume he was in a busy place judging by the noise.

Caradoc stuck his tongue out at Itius. An LED backlight turned on behind his eyes, making him look even more robotic than he was. "Oh, just perfect, thank you." He said sarcastically. "What do you want, anyway?"

Caradoc rolled his eyes, "I can't, you a**. I haven't been plugged in for... I don't know how long." He said, staring up at the ceiling. "Judging by how awful I feel, I'll starve to death by the end of the day."

Caradoc opened his mouth to retort, but Itius had grabbed his shirt. He winced as rocks and twigs scraped over his legs and arms. It would have been much more painful had he been fully charged, so he counted himself lucky for that. He looked up at Ghost, the woman who took him in the first place, and held off his nasty comments for when he was really pissed off.

Caradoc's eyes widened as he looked around. He gagged and would have thrown up had he any food in his belly. "Over my dead body." He muttered, then shuddered as he envisioned it happening over his dead body. To his advantage, Itius was convinced that he wasn't a living thing. Perhaps he could plan a way to use it against him.

"Oh boy, can't wait." Caradoc muttered, trying to sit up to no avail. "Yes. You need to plug me in." He said, almost afraid of what the outlet would do to him.

Caradoc sighed, "There's a flap in the middle of my back. Lift it and pull out the cord. Then just plug into the outlet there." He explained, hoping he would catch on. Spartans couldn't be all that stupid.