"Tell our beginnings and results will manage themselves."
Theonolle stood in his office with a frown.He stood in front of Richerd who gulped. He lost one of his tattoos. He had not gulped because he was horrified, but rather because of how he lost his tattoo.He told Theonolle the truth and nothing but that .He didn't know why he was there. He just hoped he didn't get sent back to Military Duty.
Theonolle looked at him with a stern look before asking, "You lost what?"He was stunned by the fact that someone could steal a tattoo, especially a sleepwalkers'.
Richerd backed up slowly. "I-I-I lost a tattoo. This person in a cloak took it."
At this point, Richerd wanted only to lay on the floor and cry. What else could a sixteen year-old boy do when he particularly ran an army of sleepwalkers.
Theonolle rubbed his chin and leered at the boy."Didn't you at least try to look at the culprit, or did you just run away like baby you are?"
"I-I-I'm pretty sure it was a girl. At first I anticipated it to be a guy. Then I saw her hand. She didn't show her face at all." He panicked as he explained the situation.
Theonelle cracked up laughing. "First a g-girl beat you, and then she supposedly put you against the wall and took your tattoo with the 'magic' you say she used on you." Richerd nodded his head as he fixed his posture, a gesture to show his honesty.
"Did you at least see what type of tattoo the person had, or no?" Theonolle sneered at the red hair boy with such disdain he could make a demon cry.
Richerd, now flustered, showed him the picture of the tattoo. "Doesn't that mean immortality, Theonolle?" Theonolle rubbed his chin, no one was immortal, not even the vampires they dealt with every day. Just like sleepwalkers, they die after a while. Every sleepwalker knew that. Tales of immortality were all lies.
"Are you sure?" Theonolle looked at Richerd who nodded his head. "Then go and get Cezanne for me, would you?" Richerd left, following his superior's orders. The wooden doors slammed shut behind him.
Moments later, a short eighteen year old girl with aquamarine hair, and golden eyes walked in. She had about thirty-six tattoos decorating her body. The look on her face showed she had been woken up prior to the meeting. "Hey, why did you sent that midget to get me, couldn't you just get me yourself?"
"Cezanne I wanted you to come here and talk about this girl that is supposedly immortal. I didn't bring you down here so you could chastise me on how lazy you think I am." Cezanne rolled her eyes as she leaned back on the chair.
She always hated it when he thought that she was nothing but someone to get his anger out on. "If you're going to yell at me, then find someone else to be your little minion." She got up and started to leave ,but not before he grabbed her by the arm.
"We need to talk about this ."
She sneered at him before sitting back down "Fine, talk," she muttered.
"No sleepwalker can be immortal, so I have a little errand for you." Theonelle's frown turned into a deadly smirk. Cezanne had premonition that this errand wasn't just to send someone a message like last time. She was right . "I need you to find this girl and stop her before she takes anymore tattoos." Theonolle had a stern look on his face."So, do you accept or not?"
She really didn't want to go to do this little errand but at the same time she really didn't want to be here. She thought about the pro's and con's that led to her final answer.
"Sure, I accept just tell me when to start".
"How about now?"
"Swell," she said as she left the office . She went to her room and packed up before leaving the gigantic palace behind her.