"His name shall be called Denzell"
A middle aged man said as he held a new born baby; who tightly held his index finger with his little palm.
"What does it means, Master?"
"It represents Power. He shows the great responsibility and burden he shoulders as soon as he is born. He shall not disappoint... He must not disappoint. The time is nearing. Denzell Quillon; The Quillons now has a way out..."
"Yes Master"
"No, I won't allow it. I won't allow my son to take part in this bloody war"
A weak fragile woman rushed towards them and collected the baby from the man's hand.
"Darling, what are you doing out of bed?! You are not supposed to be standing, the doctor said that you need your rest"
The bodyguard in black that was been spoken to quietly excused himself out of the room.
"If I didn't stand up, that's how my son will become another victim of this stupid war"
"Darling, do you think I also want my son to be caught up in all this?!" The man noticed that he might have scared his wife as she shivered a bit. He reduced his voice and said to her gently,
"You of all people should know how much I don't want my baby boy to be involved in all this. As much as I want to avoid it, he is already in the middle of the battlefield. All I can do for him now is to teach him how to properly protect himself and his loved ones" He paused a little before continuing,
"He has to grow stronger, he just has to... Remember, she must has also give birth too, do you want your child to become her child's slave? Or plaything? Because even though she does not kill Zell if she gets her hands in him, do you think she won't humiliate him when the time comes?"
The frail lady burst into tears, the man signed as he moved to hug her as he spoke to her softly, "2 years... I give you two years"
The lady nodded in his embrace and muttered a thank you.
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2 Years Later
"Where is Zell?"
The man asked as he took up the cup of tea to drink.
"He's playing in the courtyard, Master"
The man shaked, and cup of hot tea in his hands spilled. The man did not notice as he sprang up and walked to the door.
A fine beautiful woman stood at the door and wouldn't let him through. She was Lily Quillon... Zell's mother.
"Playing! This is not the time to play. I promised two years, now is the time" He paused and said as he looked at the woman who wanted to stop him from leaving to meet his son.
Lily signed as she moved to the side... she looked as her husband left and covered her mouth with her hands as silent sobs left her mouth.
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"Young Lord, do not run so fast"
A little boy, around 2 or 3 years can be seen running all around the big yard while a young lady dressed in white and blue chases after him.
He looks well dressed with his black hair nicely styled, Joy could be seen in his blue iris has he carries out his activities, his long lashes and well defined nose... he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world that no one would dare hurt.
"Young Lord, you must not fall down"
"Young Lord, be careful"
"Hahaha" The little boy kept running like he had no care in the world.
"Eunice, you've gotta loosen up a little... live a little. You sound like a robot, always the same thing. I'm not so delicate you know?" The boy said as he put his hands beside his waist.
"Yes Young Lord, I know"
The doors to the courtyard sprang open, everything became still and the air became a little bit oppressive, the maids and guards around all stiffened and bowed their heads.
The little boy stopped running and walked to his Father, his head bowed
"Father" Zell called out softly
"Mmm... what are you doing?"
"I was just playing with Eunice"
Ambrose looked at the maid, Eunice. She understood and quickly excused herself out of the courtyard.
"Son, you'll have to go to a far away place without mom and dad... it's going to be so tough that you'll wish to quit and come back home. But you can't, why?"
"Because I am Denzell and I am powerful"
"Yes that's why, and?"
"I have a huge responsibility on my shoulder, life's are depending on me... so I must grow stronger to defeat our enemies"
"Good boy, so you must remember that you can't give up. Never!"
"Yes Father"
Ambrose turned to the bodyguard beside him and said, "Zeke, you'll be following him to the top secret base"
The bodyguard called Zeke was surprised as he got on his knees and said,
"But Master, who would be responsible for your safety when I'm gone" He paused for a little while, looked around to be sure that they were the only ones in sight and whispered, "You know there's a mole amongst us"
In the past two years, all the plans made against their enemy was all in vain as if their enemies knew exactly what they were planning to do...
Ambrose has indeed been worried about this, the worst thing in an organization was betrayal. It was gonna be tough fishing out the person. It seemed as if the person had been planning this thing for some time now.
"Zeke, you worry too much. You forget that we both participated in that training. You might be a little better than me but if I'm to fight with my all you might not be able to defeat me. So I command you, go take Zell and train him 3 times of what we experienced, teach him everything you know"
"But Master, will he be able to withstand it?"
"He will! He's my son" Ambrose said proudly.
"Yes Master"
Ambrose turned to his son who looked a little confused and said, " Remember son, only you can defeat our enemies... when you grow up and you understand better, go to..." Ambrose moved towards his son's ear and whispered something into it.
"Okay?"
"Okay Father"
Ambrose signed and told Zeke, " Take care of him"
"I will, Master"
Another bodyguard came over and said, "Master, the helicopter is ready and Young Lord luggages have been packed"
Zeke resolutely stood up and bowed to Ambrose and said, " I will not disappoint you, Master"
Ambrose nodded.
Zeke took Zell by the hand and started walking towards the helicopter.
"Zell..." Ambrose called out as Zell turned back.
"Whatever happens, don't come back if you aren't strong enough"
Zell nodded, turned back and looked behind as if searching for something or someone, he signed, disappointed as he continued forward.
As he got into the helicopter going to a separate island where their too secret base is located, Ambrose eyes reddened, his subordinates were there... Crying was a sign of weakness so he could not cry.
Metres away, Lily could be seen looking at the helicopter in the air as tears ran through her cheeks.
'He was looking for me' She thought.
She could not bear to see Zell off, for fear that she would change her mind. All she could do was say a little prayer in her heart,
"Keep him Safe."
Ambrose Quillon turned back as he entered into the house... He spoke to one of his bodyguard,
"Call everyone available to the meeting room. Let's have a meeting"
"Yes boss"
"Humm..."
"Yes?" Ambrose turned back to look at the bodyguard, he then squinted his eyes to read the name tag,
" Scoffield?"
"Boss, your hands"
Ambrose paused and looked at his hands... they were indeed scalded.
Ambrose only took a look at it before continuing walking, not seemly caring about himself.
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"Is he gone?"
In a faintly lit room, the frame of a person could be seen... He seems to be speaking to himself but an answer emerged from the dark.
"Yes, Boss"
"Crank... Crank" The sound of glass breaking sounded admist the silence.
"Don't call me that!" The man said, enraged
"Call me Master. Who is he that he deserves all the honor. I should be the one to lead the Underworld. I should be the King!" A hint of madness flashed through his eyes.
"Yes, Master"
"Do not sell information yet to the other side. The thing must be with him, we must find it and find a way to acquire it. I will rule the Underworld by myself" The man said as he laughed to himself.
"Also, see if you can find a way to watch that little brat. I can't have anyone ruin my plans, especially someone who still takes milk."
"Yes, Master" The man in black silently withdrew and only the howls of the owls could be heard.