The red light of the unique sun struck on the black tiles in the court. Dante was already sweating as he had no idea who would come. "Maybe he was just drunk and forgot what he said," he whispered in a vain attempt to reassure himself. It was already a few hours that he was waiting to see if the young lad would come and more exactly, how he would come. It was a question of minutes before he finally would know who this young man was.
Dante was rubbing his hands together without realizing it in stress when he heard the sweet delicate voice of the queen in his back.
"Is your man ready, dead Captain?" She said playfully, "It has been a long time since we didn't have such a passionate challenge, I have to admit that my brother is very excited."
"I don't see him, when will he…" The captain had no time to end his sentence when a powerful roar was heard in the wind.
