The Adventures of Emily Tual: Camp Adventures Book Two
Chapter Nineteen

At the manor, the Man with the German Accent was in his study when he heard a horse whinnying loudly. His Black Hands in the study looked at him. “Sir?” One of them asked. “Is that?” The Black Hand didn’t finish his sentence. The Man with the German Accent had left before he could finish the sentence. The Black Hand and the others who had been standing guard in the study all followed the Man with the German Accent. They were all wondering the same thing. If the last Horseman of the Apocalypse had finally been chosen or not.

Outside the manor, Andrew saw the Horseman of Death ride up to the manor. He frowned when he saw the Horseman of Death. The Horseman of Death looked pretty bad. His clothes were smoking, his horse looked weak. The scythe looked burned and was dripping metal on the ground, leaving sizzling holes behind the Horseman of Death. He went up to the Horseman of Death. “What happened to you?” He asked.

The Horseman of Death looked at him. “Gabriel.” He said before he fell off of his horse. His scythe fell out of his hand. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

At that moment, the Man with the German Accent, Derdrom and several Black Hands came rushing out. “Is it the last Horseman?” The Man with the German Accent asked as he rushed to Andrew. He looked down at the Horseman of Death and frowned.

“It’s the Horseman of Death.” Derdrom told the Man with the German Accent.

Andrew nodded. “Apparently a certain enemy got in his way of getting rid of the girl and did this to him” He explained to the two of them.

The Man with the German Accent looked at the horse. “Someone get that horse into the stables and tend to it. It looks like it got hit with whatever the Horseman of Death got hit with.” He ordered. A few of the Black Hands went up to the pale white horse and led it to the stables.

Derdrom watched them before he knelt by the Horseman of Death. “Our Horseman of Death isn’t in any condition to fight anyone for a while.” He told the Man with the German Accent after a few minutes of inspecting the Horseman of Death. “Whatever Gabriel did to him, it was pretty powerful and painful.”

Derdrom looked at the Horseman of Death’s scythe. “That blade needs to be fixed greatly before it can be used for battle.” He added.

The Man with the German Accent looked at the scythe as well. “That thing you call a blade is trash and needs to be replaced.” He told Derdrom. “This Horseman needs a new weapon all together.”

Derdrom looked at the Man with the German Accent. “Get this Horseman to the coffins.” He ordered a few Black Hands. “He needs time to heal in his coffin before the day of the ritual.” A few Black Hands carefully picked up the Horseman of Death and carried him into the house.

Derdrom, Andrew and the Man with the German Accent watched the Black Hands carry the Horseman of Death back into the manor. “That was unexpected.” Andrew said. “I didn’t think that anything could defeat a Horseman of the Apocalypse.”

Derdrom snorted as the Black Hands and the Horseman of Death disappeared into the manor. “You have quite a bit to learn about the Horsemen of the Apocalypse if you hope to work alongside them.” He told Andrew before he started walking to the manor.

The Man with the German Accent pointed his cane at Derdrom and the top of it glowed emerald green. “Stop right there.” He ordered Derdrom, stopping the old man.

Derdrom sighed and turned around. “What is it Magician?” He demanded. “I was not brought here by the Darkness just to answer your questions.”

The Man with the German Accent raised an eyebrow. “Just why are you here?” He demanded. “Why on Earth would the Darkness send you here when he has me?” What did the Darkness see in Derdrom that he didn’t see in him? What made Derdrom so special? “Who are you?” The Man with the German Accent demanded.

Derdrom didn’t answer, much to the annoyance of the Man with the German Accent. The Man with the German Accent was about to blast emerald energy at him when there was another whinnying coming from behind him and Andrew. Andrew turned around and his face fell. “Sir?” He asked in a shaky voice.

The Man with the German Accent frowned and turned to him. “What is it?” He demanded. What was scaring Andrew so much that he was shaking so badly? Andrew pointed a shaky finger at something that was behind the Man with the German Accent. The Man with the German Accent looked at Derdrom for a moment before he turned around. His eyes widened with what he saw.

There was a horseman on a blood red horse. The horseman was in black knight armor. His sword was out in his hand. The blade was blood red. The visor covered the rider’s face. It was clear though that the horseman was glaring at Andrew and the Man with the German Accent. The horse’s eyes were glowing red. It looked like the horse was looking at the two men as well.

“The Horseman of War.” Derdrom told the two men.

The Man with the German Accent turned around to face Derdrom and lowered his cane. “What about the Horseman of War?” The Man with the German Accent asked. That was when he noticed that Derdrom was smiling his creepy smile.

Derdrom nodded up to the Horseman of War. “You wanted to know why I was here Magician.” He told the Man with the German Accent. “That’s why.”

Andrew looked at Derdrom. “You’re his valet or servant? Just like how I was the Horseman of Death’s servant?” He asked.

Derdrom managed not to laugh and shook his head. “Not what I was saying Boy.” He told Andrew. “What I’m saying is that the Darkness has called me here because I am the Horseman of War.” With that, he vanished. “The Horseman of War and I are one and the same.” The two men turned to face the Horseman of War. Derdrom’s voice was coming from behind the visor. “I was chosen a very long time ago by the Darkness to be his Horseman of War. I fought Gabriel and failed because the other two Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Pestilence and Famine hadn’t been chosen yet and Death was still in his burial ground.” Derdrom continued. “However, I have been given a second chance at serving our master.”

Derdrom pointed his blade at the Man with the German Accent and Andrew. “The Darkness has his Horseman of Famine, Horseman of Death and Horseman of War.” He told them. “Now he just needs his Horseman of Pestilence.” His horse whinnied loudly as if to agree with his rider.

Andrew knelt before Derdrom. “What is your command?” He asked.

The Man with the German Accent turned to him. He couldn’t believe that a Black Hand from within the Circles was bowing to this Horseman. He was in charge of the Seven Circles, not Derdrom. “What are you doing?” He demanded. “Stand up.”

Andrew didn’t look at the Man with the German Accent. Instead, he looked up at the Horseman of War. “Magician, you might be powerful but this is a Horseman of the Apocalypse.” He told the Man with the German Accent in a firm voice. “The Darkness will use them in the final fight against the chosen one while Black Hands like you and me will be fighting her allies.”

The Horseman of War vanished, leaving Derdrom in the spot he had been. Derdrom was smiling. “I’m glad to hear that a Black Hand knows his place.” He said before he went up to Andrew. “Rise up my son.” Andrew looked at Derdrom before standing up. Derdrom kept smiling. “The Darkness will reward you greatly for your services.” He placed his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. His hand glowed for a brief moment before returning to normal. When he removed his hand, an emblem had appeared on Andrew’s shoulder.

Andrew nodded. “Of course Derdrom.” He replied in a calm voice. “I will be honored to serve you.” It sounded like he meant what he was saying.

The Man with the German Accent frowned. Just a few minutes ago Andrew was scared for his life. What did Derdrom do to Andrew? “What did you do to my Black Hand?” He demanded. He looked at the emblem on Andrew’s shoulder. It was of a sword above a broken shield.

Derdrom smiled. “I just recruited him to the army I am building.” He answered like it was that simple. “After all, the Horseman of War needs a special army for when the Darkness takes over the world.” The way he said it bothered the Man with the German Accent greatly. It was almost as if he was saying that the Horsemen of the Apocalypse and their different forces would replace the Black Hand. He hoped that it wasn’t true. He wasn’t just a Black Hand. He had always considered himself as the Darkness’s right hand.

Derdrom looked at the Man with the German Accent. “Now if you excuse me, I have more followers to find.” He told him. The Man with the German Accent frowned but before he could say anything, Derdrom and Andrew left him standing by himself in the front yard. The Man with the German Accent couldn’t believe it, in less than a week, Derdrom had not only secured power in the house by being chosen to guard the four coffins of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse but had managed to rise to a powerful position that threatened the Man with the German Accent’s powerful spot.

The Man with the German Accent slowly followed the two into the manor. “There were will be severe changes made during these next two weeks.” Derdrom was telling Andrew. “The Darkness will be sending Black Hands from all over the world to this manor and to nearby locations for the ritual.” The Man with the German Accent frowned but didn’t say anything. He had been placed in charge of the ritual. There was no way that he was going to let Derdrom, even if he was the Horseman of War, take that right away from him.

Andrew nodded as Derdrom was talking. “Will the Darkness unveil who the other Horsemen of the Apocalypse are?” He asked. “I am sure that all of the Black Hands will be eager to meet the four riders.”

Derdrom smiled. “All in good time my young warrior.” He answered. “We still need our last chosen vessel and the Horseman of Death needs time to recover.” He looked at a few of the Black Hands. They were carrying the scythe carefully to the fireplace in the living room. “And the Horseman of Death will need his scythe repaired before he can ride.”

That was when the Man with the German Accent cut in. “Exactly.” He said. Both Andrew and Derdrom turned to him. “And since the Darkness had chosen you to overlook bringing the Horsemen of the Apocalypse together, how about you oversee the Horseman of Death’s recovery and the recreation of his scythe?” The Man with the German Accent continued. He hoped that the way he was saying it made it clear that he was still in charge of the two of them. He needed them to remember that he was the one running the show for the Darkness, not Derdrom.

Derdrom smiled at the Man with the German Accent. He knew why the Man with the German Accent was acting like this. “Don’t worry Magician.” He said. “You will still be in charge of the ritual that will bring back the Darkness.” He laughed a little. “Like you said, I will be bringing the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse together like our master wanted.” Derdrom looked at Andrew. “Come my young warrior. We have work to do.” With that, the two men went to the basement.

The Man with the German Accent could feel the gaze of his Black Hands on him. He turned to them. “What are you waiting for?” He demanded. “Get to work. We have a ritual to get ready for in two weeks.” The Black Hands all left after a few minutes. The Man with the German Accent shook his head. He would have to remind them all that he was the second in command to the Darkness.

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