Cleo Chestra and the wizards of America: Chapter 1
The Nightmare
Charon was more of a force than a wizard, Like a burning powerful wind, when met up with a sinisterly cold on that created a tornado. Tomas Wakfeild had known, but could only learn in difficult and painful way.
Tomas was a young, untrained but extremely powerful wizard. Charon had sensed this like a bloodhound from the moment Tomas was born on that stormy night, and from that moment; Tomas was in mortal danger.
Although kind and gentle, Tomas was thought of a threat in Charon's cold eyes. If the boy ever conceived to use his powers in a way that might threaten him Charon could be defeated.
Tomas was young when he discovered his magical ways. He found himself skipping his chores, for when he went to approach them, the sooner he thought of it, they were done. Certainly he was slightly disturbed by it, thinking that demons from hell were coming to attack his family. So as a mer five year old he ran to his mother, tears streaming down his sweet, ashen stuck face, and desperately wrapped his arms around her safe legs. He sobbed to her about what was occurring, asking her to save him. He expected her to Neil down and hug him, say that God will watch over them all, and as long as he prayed hard enough the demons would go away. Instead, she took him up into her arms and starred at him as if he had done something wrong.
"Tomas, listen to me now child." She said, clutching his chin between her thumb and forefinger. "You must never, ever speak of this again, for there are people who will punish you my dear, and we mustn't let them hurt you." His lip trembled as he asked why they would hurt him. "Do you recall the burning a week ago my son?" He nodded solemnly. The girl had been burned accused of being a witch. Tomas was so frightened of her, and of the fire. But he remembered crying as he saw the desperation on her face, how sad she was. He didn't like the burnings. Suddenly he understood. He nodded again, signaling to his worried mother that he would never tell. Sense then he knew perfectly well that he was a wizard, he knew perfectly well that he was powerful and he knew perfectly well that Charon was going to kill him if he could. He hoped threw his life that he might lead one of a muggle, safe and out of reach of Charon, and his people's strife. Of course, that wasn't enough to trick Charon. He found Tomas as if he were shining white in a cloud of black.
Nevertheless, even by the time Charon had found him, Tomas was a man of 24, had a muggle family, and a wife. He simply couldn't risk their safety because of him.
That night Charon attempted to attack him in his sleep and informed Tomas that he would give him "a head start." Tomas knew what he had to do. Turning to his wife, that lay beside him in their bed, he explained his situation, at the risk of being burned, to his banishment, all of their safety. She watched him, a twinkling with her golden eyes. The silence caused Tomas to worry about the out come. She saw this and to reassure him she tenderly kissed him on his forehead.
"What are we to do?" she asked.
"I'm afraid that there isn't anything we can do." He admitted woefully to her. She looked down and nodded, she understood. With a last kiss he embraced her and left for what today is America.
The darkness of that night fit the raining atmosphere of his mind. He boarded the "Santa Maria," and climbed down below decks into the berth. There to greet him were a large amount of families, all huddled together. The sense of fear and excitement was thick in the air. Suddenly a shudder broke apart his pride as a tears warmed his averted eyes. Silently he crept past them and found a dark corner to enclose him and this thoughts. There he sat the entire time, he cried bitterly, forgetting the prying eyes of the other ship members.
He built his cabin, planted his food, and raised his animals all without contact to anyone, no matter how they attempted to make contact with him. Even though this may have seemed rood or odd to others it was really showing who much he cared for them, by not talking to them there was no risk to their lives. After his chores and prayers he would let the day slip by. He would sit in his room staring at the opposite wall, not daring to sleep.
One night while he sat thinking about his family a sudden cold swept over him, threw his throat and out threw his eyes. As he sat board strait and the felling left the sockets of his skull, he saw before them Charon.
Charon smiled quite nicely, but one could not extend on this for that was all you could see of him. The rest of his body was covered in a black cloak, including the hood that fell over his eyes. Tomas's mind focused and he leapt to his feet.
"Sit." Charon said soothingly. He might as well as shoved ice sickles down his throat by reason of it having the same effect. Tomas stood still and stared into Charon. Slightly grinding his teeth his eyes became hard and his thoughts determined.
"I told you to sit, now please, sit." He said. Rocks hit Tomas's knees, or so it felt, as he collapsed on his bed.
"How do you suppose I should kill you?" Charon asked him, teacher like.
"Imperius curse? Cruciatus curse?" He asked while walking around Tomas, Tomas did not turn to look.
"Or Avada Kedavra?" He whispered in his ear. Tomas turned to see the grin fading from his mouth, all though small traces remained in the corners.
"Oh, that's right." He said even more softly, almost a hiss. "You don't know what that means do you?" Tomas forced himself to keep his eyes on Charon, not to look venerable.
"Well, Let me teach you a little lesson." He walked back in front of the bed.
"The Cuiatus curse had already been demonstrated when you sat down." Tomas let out a rattling breath that he tried his very best to stifle.
"Now on to the Imperious curse."
Don't think just do, Don't think just do. Tomas said to himself. If he thought too long about what he was to do, Charon would surely read his mind.
"Now keep quite while I teach you a valuable lesson." Tomas clenched the bed sheets and watched Charon carefully. Charon slipped his corpses like hand behind his robes discretely, while the faint hints of polished wood appeared from beneath them.
"Impe…" Tomas leapt of his bed and flung his leg around Charon's. His plain worked splendidly. Charon crashed to the ground while his wand rolled around Tomas's hand. Tomas reached his fingers out and rolled them around the thin peace of wood. Skidding to his feet, he pointed it at Charon.
"IMPERIO!" he yelled most definitely. He saw then what Charon had in store for him, pain. Pain like he had never witnessed before. Charon's eyes rolled into the back of his head while squirming like he was having a seizure. Tomas stood staring in incomparable fear. As the terror took control of his body, his hand let the wand slip, fulfilling the biggest mistake that should have occurred in his life.
The moment the very tip of it hit the floor Charon thrusted out his arm and grabbed it before the rest of it had a chance to fall. He straitened up and shot it directly between Tomas's eyes.
"Foolish boy." He spat. "Imperio!" All Joints gave away as Tomas fell to the floor. All his mind was filled with was pain.
Please let it stop. He prayed. As if his prayer had been answered most miraculously, the agony was sucked out of his body. There was only time left for a grate sigh before Charon started to perform the spell repeatedly after that. At last, he stopped leaving Tomas to his withered body. Crumpled and sweating, the pains remainders rung in his sobbing mind. But the pain left from the curse wasn't all that was torturing him. What a way to fail! And fail was the only way to describe, he had failed and now the worst was to come. The coolness of tears began to mix with the salt of the sweat, there he cried, unaware and uncaring.
Charon's grate shadow laid apon Tomas withered body.
"A stupid boy to live the life of a Muggle. I was hoping a worthier appointee out of you." He shook his head woefully and smiled.
"Last lesson…
Avada Kedavra!"
