OMG I honestly can't believe I'm posting this book on... +innerly wails and cries and screams with happiness and nervousness...+ Anyways, introductions...okay so my name is Abby and this is my first EVAH fanfiction. I really hope you enjoy this and read it and stick with-WAIT NO SPOILERS. Anyways, just THANK YOU to anybody who reads this and tries to stick through...sorry if I'm not a great writer. ENJOY! :) 3
~Abby
Prologue
Guinevere:
The leaves on the trees whistled and shook in the wind as a thin and pale woman stepped into the moonlight. She had a severe face that gave off the impression of strictness. Though she looked weathered and worn out, there was a swiftness in her motions that made her seem younger and ready to move. This woman hurried down the stone path to a nearby neighborhood. She walked quickly, but at one point, she stopped abruptly. To anyone watching her, they would be confused, for there wasn't anything not normal around. But, this woman continued to look around, until the corners of her lips turned up into a thin smile.
"I know you are there, Weylyn. Do come out would you? I'm tired of having to stop and tell you to go away." Once she had finished speaking, a disgruntled looking plump woman appeared from the shadows.
"Do tell me, how do you seem to know when people are watching, Guinevere?" Weylyn asked, twiddling her pudgy fingers. On those fingers, many large ugly rings glittered strangely in the dark night. The woman called Guinevere didn't answer, but continued to observe her surroundings.
"Guinevere!" Weylyn said sharply, "Answer me, would you? And please, trust me, there is no human here that has any intention to track you." But, Guinevere did not seem to be hearing her. She kept her sharp hawk-like eyes moving and searching until she was satisfied there was no one around. She snapped her fingers, and the air went mute. If anyone was listening, they wouldn't be able to hear anything even though they would see Guinevere and Weylyn's lips moving.
"I have my way." She said finally, answering Weylyn's question, her voice set. Weylyn knew not to argue. "Now, Weylyn," said Guinevere, her voice suddenly urgent, "There is something you must do. You must find Paul Sullivan and his wife and persuade them to flee the country with their daughter named-" Weylyn opened her mouth to protest but Guinevere cut her off. "Listen! There isn't much time now that I think of it. You must do as I say. Next, you must do the same to the rest of the two-you know which two I'm talking about. Do this quickly and quietly, don't breathe my instructions to a single living soul. Do you understand?" Weylyn opened her mouth, but suddenly clamped it shut. She whirled around, and disappeared. Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief. She snapped her fingers once more, and the whispers of the wind, rustling of the crickets, and the rest of the sounds of the night were revived once more. She looked down the stone path, and walked on.
Weylyn:
Weylyn now was walking down a paved path in a rich neighborhood. Weylyn closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "The Sullivans..yes let's see..their address…" After three seconds, her eyes flashed opened, and she quickly set off. She finally arrived at a handsome and large brick house. It had 5 garages and a large backyard with a magnificent pool. She knew immediately that these people were rich and had plenty of money. Weylyn nodded to herself and walked up the the large front doors. Her hand hovered to the door bell, but she pulled back and took the knocker on the front, knocking twice. After a moment, a disheveled looking man opened the doors.
"My, who might you be?" He asked blearily, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Someone." Said Weylyn. "Now, sir, you must leave this house immediately." Weylyn said this bluntly and matter of factly, so it was no surprise that Paul Sullivan reeled back, now wide awake.
"Leave this house! I don't know who you are, and why you are here, but I suggest you leave now or else I will call the Corporation of Magic to have you taken away."
Weylyn ignored his words and continued, "Do as I say. You are in danger-both you and your family. Don't you want your wife and daughter to be safe?" Paul bristled angrily, running his hand through his handsome brown hair.
"Of course I want them to be safe, but you have no right to come barging in telling us what to do! There is no danger around, and if you suggest this to the governors, they'll call you mad!" Paul retorted, his eyes flashing. "Now I'll be shutting and locking this door." He began to close the doors, but Weylyn squeezed through, which was surprising for such an overweight woman.
"You see here, the governors have got things wrong. Let me explain. The-" But at that moment, a woman's voice called down, "Paul, who is that?" Weylyn looked up and saw a woman with wavy blonde hair calling down, rubbing her eyes.
Paul replied, "Someone I don't know. Don't worry, I'll handle it Christina." Christina came down anyways, and Weylyn noticed a baby cradled in her arms.
"That's a gorgeous little girl." Weylyn said gently, peering into the bundle. It was true. The baby had a cute and peaceful looking face, and when she breathed in, a set of dimples appeared on her cheeks. A fuzzy layer of blonde hair was on the top of her head. Christina jerked her daughter away, as if afraid that Weylyn would harm her. Weylyn sighed in exasperation.
"Look, please trust me. You guys are in danger." The couple looked doubtful. Weylyn decided to play her last card. She leaned in and whispered in a tiny quiet voice, "One of the three." Two days later, the people of the neighborhood reported that the Sullivans had left the country.