Once upon a time...
It was a dark and stormy night. Really, really stormy. The wind was pounding so hard against the villa that they windows rattled. Just the perfect way to start a story. But that was not what Arthur Kirkland was thinking about. Arthur was the owner of the villa in question, and he was busy putting spells on the windows to strengthen them. Or, trying to anyway.
"It's not going to work," yawned Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur's best friend/mortal enemy/frienemy.
"Shut up!" snapped Arthur. "I'm trying to concentrate." He waved his wand in front of the windows and mumbled spells under his breath. "Virium dare, vitrum minime discutire..."
The windows abruptly shattered and Arthur jumped back. Francis snickered.
"Oh, sure, laugh it up, frog!" snapped Arthur. "Just get some blankets and nails, would you?"
To his credit, Francis held in the rest of his laughter until he was out of the room. Arthur sighed and turned back to the window just in time to see something move out of the corner of his eye. He frowned and leaned out the window to see a tall, thin shadow running along the sidewalk. That's curious, he thought.
"Arthur!" called Francis. "Where are the nails?"
"Right next to the gardening supplies!" Arthur called back. He quickly turned back to the window, but the shadow was gone. How odd...
That's when the doorbell rang.
"I will get it!" yelled Francis.
Arthur head the door open and a sharp gasp. "Francis? What's wrong?"
"A-arthur?" said Francis shakely. "You should see this."
Arthur's eyes widened. The last time he had heard Francis that nervous was when a battle had taken place only a few miles from the villa. He tried to keep calm as he walked towards the foyer. When he got there, Francis was standing in the middle of the room, holding a dripping wet bundle in his hands. Francis was biting his lip and holding the bundle tightly.
"What is it?" asked Arthur, eyeing the bundle. "Have those shirts I ordered finally come?"
He nearly smacked himself. What a stupid joke. He moved forward and uncovered the bundle. His eyes widened.
It was a baby. The child blinked sleepily and shivered, his thin blond hair sticking to his head from the rain.
They stood there in silence and shock for a few minutes. Then Arthur snapped out of it and all but grabbed the child out of Francis's arms. "W-well don't just stand there, frog! Get some towels and dry this child off before he catches cold for God's sake!"
As Francis ran off, Arthur noticed something in the child's fist: a small gold ring. But when he tried to take it out to examine it more closely, the child whimpered and closed his fist tighter.
Had he known how much trouble that ring would cause, Arthur would have ignored the child's cries. However, he didn't know what would happen, and so he simply took the dry towels Francis handed him. As he unwrapped the soaking blankets around the child, a piece of parchment fell out, so wet and smudged it was nearly unreadable.
Matthew
1 year old
Please help him
I will Arthur promised himself. I will.
So, you like so far? I hopefully will have a new chapter up in a few days. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks! :)