(Zak's POV)
I never knew mom had bones to pick. Apparently, her 'issues' got us turned into
"THE SECRET WOLVES". It started at like 6 in the morning. To me, an 'unholy' hour. We were looking for a stupid popobowa in Zanzibar, Africa. (Gee, how'd a mage end up here?) All I really knew was that; a: I was tired. B: I want to go home. And C: did I say I was tired? Everyone stopped when something or someone was coming. : Sigh: 10:82 In Zulu time. Wonder who that is.
"Leon?" said mom. "is it you?"
"Drew, it's illogical. It can't be. He's been dead for almost 12 years." said dad.
Eh, looks like I know one more thing, D: something's wrong.
(Drew's POV)
We came up to a hooded figure. Who wears heavy clothing In Africa? He (I guess) held torch (odd) in one hand, in the other, a staff with a star on the top and a skull at the end. I only know one person of this description. Leon. When Zak was born, Leon had captured Zak. Doc had been frozen solid and I had been electrocuted. Whoever it was, laughed at us.
"Drew, Drew, Drew. Tsk, tsk. Doc, such a -limited imagination."
"who are you?!" screamed Mia and Zak.
"Crimson. Leon's son."
Is that short? Reviews would be nice. The next chapter would most likely be up next weekend. I'm in a play, and this following week is show time. If you're In Florida, Cape Coral or Fort Myers, buy tickets to Broadway palm dinner and movie theatre to see "Thou roughly Modern Millie" on May, truely is in ....REVIEW IT!!!!