Chapter 1: The Boy with the White Book
Spring 3001
Deep in a forest a deer walked. A strange wining noise came from nowhere. The deer's ears pricked up. It looked around wildly. Suddenly a flash of light came from nowhere blasting the glade with its blinding luminescence. The deer took off through the forest. The light dimmed slowly. Nine year old Dijon lay in the now silent clearing. The black haired boy stood to his full height of 3 feet, carefully brushed his white robe off.
"Strange place," he thought.
He looked down beside himself. There beside him was a white book, almost invisible in the snow. He picked it up and looked around. Some strange feeling was drawing him south. He left silently. The clearing was quiet once more.
Two Months Later
Dijon wandered through yet another forest.
"How many are there on this planet?" he wondered.
His stumbled through the undergrowth. His robe was torn. He looked starved. Where was his partner?
Suddenly from nowhere came a voice. Rido
The tree Dijon was stepping around shattered and he was thrown through the air! Dijon crashed through branches. The ground rushed up to meet him. He slammed down hard and the wind was knocked out of him.
He checked himself and his book. He had survived. Somehow. What was that? Then he heard it again.
Rido
He leapt away and this time he saw a black sphere hit the ground where he had been. The explosion was tremendous. Dijon was blown into a tree by the shockwave of the blast. He lay there stunned as two figures stepped from the trees. One was a boy about his height. The other was a girl over two feet higher than either of them.
The boy smiled smugly. "Caught you," he said. He turned to the girl. "Again," he said simply.
The boy raised his hand so that the palm was facing Dijon. On his palm was a pulsing green circle. The girl raised her book. Rido
A black ball formed in the boy's hand. He threw it. Knowing what was coming Dijon leapt towards his opponents around the bomb. The explosive wave of power shot Dijon forward at an incredible speed. Dijon rammed the other boy in the chest pushing him back into a tree, stunning him. Dijon hurled himself away as fast as he could, racing through the forest, and leaving the two far behind him.
Same Day Two Hours Later
Chris Eagleson sat in the window of a two story building of his family mansion basking in the sunlight. He was 5 foot 9 with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a green hoody and jeans. His summer had just started and already he was bored. Well… he was always bored. With his parents out of town, as usual, and no friends or anywhere to go he had nothing to do. He was considering going for a swim in his family's pool out back when he saw movement by the tree line. He watched as a small figure stumbled out of the forest and fell facedown on the ground unmoving. Chris shot downstairs and out the door to the child. He sat beside the boy and gingery nudged him. The boy groaned and rolled over staring up at him.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked the boy.
"Here can you read this?" the boy asked holding out his book.
Chris was surprised. "That book? You're injured and you want me to read a book??"
The boy nodded. Chris stared at him in disbelief. Slowly he took the book from the boy and opened it. He flipped through it backwards.
"No nothing looks familiar…wait this first page the first spell? Amerilli…UMPH!"
The boy had suddenly gotten a burst of energy. He tackled Chris and clamped both of his hands over his mouth.
Chris pried the boy's hands loose and exploded. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
The boy stared at him innocently. "Stopping you from making a mistake." The boy regarded him curiously. "You're the one I've been looking for."
"I am?" Chris asked dazed.
"Yes," the boy answered. "We have a lot to talk about."
Chris just stared at him strangely. "Would you like to come in?" He offered.
"Yes, that would be nice," the boy replied and suddenly his stomach growled. "Also, couldIhavesomefoodandwaterandaplacetosleepbythewaymynameisDijonI'mnine."
"Slow down and come in," Chris shook his head as he followed Dijon inside. Something told him his whole summer had just changed.
