The Watcher
Prologue
The room was dark and cold; the only light came from a ball of fire in the middle of the room, This fire was suspended in the air by invisible means, there was roughly five people in the room, four of them were wearing hooded cloaks with hoods covering there faces, The fifth and final person was lying on the floor by the fire, he wore simple peasant clothing and was obviously injured, blood was on the floor around him. A harsh cold voice echoed round the underground room
" Did you really think by coming here, you would stop the end of the world? Or did you come to stop me surviving the end of the world? "
The voice bellonged to the leader of the hooded men, his cloak was jet black, darker than the cloaks of the others,
"It's impossible to stop it Watcher, You know that, The Gods wrote that today our civilisation will end for a new one to begin, The age of magic is over… "
He spoke matter-of-factly, there was no sadness or regret in his voice, a tinge of exitment maybe?
The Man of the floor lifted his head, It wasn't a man… But a young boy around the age of 16,
"You bastard! " he called out " You brought the dark ones to the world… It's your fault..it's your fault there dead! "
there was a clear hatred in the boys voice.
The man began to laugh and as he did so, the others joined in aswell.
" I was following the will of The Gods. " He said very calmly. " And by there will, I will survive this day, My Loyal followers! " He was now clearly talking to the other hooded men " Channel the energy, like I told you! " he orderd.
The men all lowerd there hoods, exept the leader, one of the men closest to the leader was a young boy not much older than the one injured on the floor, the men all moved about the room till they stood in a circle around the fire they closed there eyes and placed there right palms towards the fire and began to chant. The words were near impossible to hear and even harder to make sense of, a purple beam of energy shot out of the hands of each of the men into the fire, which swelled and changed becoming a purple fire which slowly got bigger until it was like a door, big enough for a grown man to fit through, floating in the middle of the room, leading, just into darkness,
" My Lord," said the cloaked boy " we can't hold it… we need your energy "
His voice sounded like he had been injured and was gasping for air. The 'Lord' put his hand out and a beam of dark energy blasted out to meet the others; at once all energy stopped flowing and there stood a dark gaping hole through time. At once all the men collapsed except the boy, the other boy and the 'Lord'. They were all dead.
" Come Kale " said the man and they both stepped through the 'door'….
Two minutes passed and the last living being in the room, 'The Watcher' passed regained healing energy into himself he slowly stood up and limped towards the door. It flickered… the power was fading..
" A new world…. The age were the prohecy will be carried out and The Dark Lord will fall"
Watcher spoke calmly and rushed through the portal which closed behind him…..