A/N: Hi! This is an idea that I have been developing over the last week or so. I have 3 chapters so far, and I'm sorry to say they were quite influenced by what I had been doing previously (i.e. playing games on my iphone, reading, doing etc). I hope you like it, this story is currently unbeta'ed and un-everything as it really is my first fiction.

As we go along the story you, dear readers, will learn something every chapter (hopefully). Enjoy.


Civil war continues

What started out as a brawl between small tribes and political groups near Johannesburg, South America has quickly escalated when honoured leaders have went missing in the many close knit groups. A civil war within the African State started to brew, stringing a long list of missing persons aged 15-25 as it head south west past the Klerksdorp and now to Christiana.

It has been only two months from when the small brawls started earlier in January, marking a terrible New Year for families in the Johannesburg area. Local police are trying to tame the aggravated fights and are arming up to stop the shoot outs similar to the ones in Christiana today. Prayers go towards families of the victims and civilians for safety and peace, but it no one knows when the massacre will end.

Kendal Raghu, survivor of the wars in Bloemhof earlier in the week states "I saw them...and they weren't people, they were dolls controlled by black, they smelled like they hadn't washed in weeks, and their eyes looked young but at the same time their bodies were old and crippled. Does that even make sense?"

"I saw things I didn't believe to be possible that day, things that still can't be explained. We don't stand a fighting chance against monsters." He continues

9 news. February 23rd.

KENDAL RAGHU- MISSING

Kendal Raghu was kidnapped from his hospital room last night during his recovery of the fatal wounds he suffered earlier last month. If anyone has seen Kendal or know information on his whereabouts please contact authorities.

March 7th

WAR DESTROYS SCHOOL

Many lives and the central school located in the middle of Riemvasmaak Community Conserve for young warriors were lost today as the civil war of Johannesburg progressed south-westerly. The children of the boarding school were being evaluated due to safety precaution when gunfire spotted an hour down the drive. It was unfortunate for the small few who did not make it to the underground shelters, designed to withstand warfare after the Rwandan Genocide of 1995, were mercilessly gunned in the limbs and then beaten to death midst of soldier rage.

Parents are frightful of where the war would lead to next, many believe that the war between the groups is a cover-up for murder and havoc across the South American state.

9 news. April 2nd.

LOST HUNTERS

Richard Brown AKA (RICKY BROWN) age 16 has been missing from Washington Reserve since July 6th.

According to local police, and the Washington State Emergency Management cameras; Ricky and his father entered a wooded area to hunt around 4:30, and separated with plans to meet up at home base at a later time. Ricky and his father- Dean, had both vanished during the course of the afternoon leaving the big ute and possessions behind.

"It's what they normally do," states Sam, brother of Dean, "They have hunt this ground for quite a few years now. For them not to come back coincidently when they have both separated...something must have happened to them. As I don't see how, one, let a lone both them have gotten lost."

Anyone with information about the whereabouts of Ricky Brown or possible sightings should contact 911 or Washington state police at XXX-XXX-XXX-XXXX.

9 news. July 9th.

The elder put down his paper as if it were on fire and stood up. He paced the room, silently but there could have been a party next door and he wouldn't know, for his mind was loud with his thoughts, running endlessly in circles as he placed the subtle clues together. He knew someone had taken down the African branch of the school, and he knew this went hand in hand with the youth of nearby towns vanishing from sight during all times in the day. Yet as far as he could tell, the creatures he had heard of down in Africa were exotic and wise beyond their years, they had so much more to worry about and much more to do than start fruitless wars and steal humans.

It didn't make sense. Something else was out there, using humans- and if he was right, stealing their vitality, aging them beyond their years- shortening lives. But for what purpose? Immortality? Possible- but creatures and mages like him already live for many, many hundreds- sometimes thousands- of years and no-one had ever heard of something remotely close to the absorption of life. Illusion? Plausible . The crippled and old created an image of weakness- lowering the opponents defences. However illusions could only be created by mages and creatures with magik, meaning they could easily fight humans with their magik, and mages could easily see past the projection. Nothing seemed to fit the facts he had been given. Nothing seemed...right.

Then, the answer punched him in the face; from right under his nose. Power. Vitality could be exchanged for power. Someone was teaching the humans to use black magik- effectively capturing them in their web until the human's 'youth juices' had run out. Black magik was an addictive little thing and its power often unpredictable and unstable. Yet one thing was definite- black magik exchanged the youth of the caster for its power- it often drugs the caster into a dependency thus causing the caster to either die away from either not using 'the black' or using too much.

The picture became clear as the facts came together- there was another thing he knew for sure the human puppets who craved 'the black' destroyed the sister school in South Africa. Most of the students were able to be safety deported to the other three schools, his included but they suffered massive black magik absorption- that could corrupt their systems at any moment however unlikely it would be- little was known about black magik, it would come to no surprise to him and the other elders if it acted like a disease, infecting many with mere contact.

Another thing he knew for sure- they were coming for his school next. There were humans who began to disappear mysteriously in Washington state indicating the work higher than what humans can comprehend. He couldn't let another historical ground become ruined, losing thousands of years worth of magik history. No, he had to protect the school- but the children weren't ready for battle. He would need protection…

"BLAKE" the man called

The door opened to reveal a tall man in a dark grey suit- his black hair gelled back in a comb-over. "Yes, Elder?"

"Get me the council, and the other head masters. We are in a state of emergency…"

"Yes, sir- anything else?" the suited figure asked

"No- nothing else. Thank you, Blake"

Blake smiled at the Elder and bowed, then turning silently around as he carefully shut the door to the Elders office. He swiftly walked down the hall to carry out his task- he swiftly walked away from the door- he swiftly walked away from the printed script carved neatly on the upper centre of the door- Head Master of FSHS- Carlisle Cullen.


Yay!

I always wanted Carlisle as a principal.