Hi! This my 1st ever story, so sorry if it's really bad. I haven't coppied anyone's work, and everything in this is my own. Hope you enjoy! Please Review! Prologue
A tiny man wearing a tweed suit and long overcoat sat down on a chair in a modern, up to date office, on the top floor of a mysterious building.
"Something is about to happen," He said, twitching nervously, "Something big!"
The man on the other side of the desk was the opposite of him in many ways. For a start, he was overly tall for his age, nearing two metres, and had to bend down at every doorway he came across, so as not to bump his head. He was intimidating, with large, muscular arms, and, what with his height, and muscle, it was a surprise that his long, long legs could hold him upright without snapping.
"I hope this something is bigger than you, Mr Girringham, otherwise I will suffer from severe disappointment,"
Mr Girringham licked his lips, and looked around nervously, "Oh yes, its way bigger than anything that has ever happened before. Look!"
He reached into the deep pocket of his massive (well, for him) coat, and pulled out some playing cards. The playing cards were not at all that, they were actually cards of the future. He shuffled them expertly, while the man on the other side of the desk tapped his fingers impatiently. Mr Girringham dealt out the cards. Four red cards, with mysterious and unfathomable patterns on them, a fluorescent yellow lightning bolt streaked across the card, a dangerous contrast to the midnight coloured black of the rest of the card, a single, simple circle on a plain white background, and, finally, a card with no patterns, just four colours, black, dark blue, brown and grey, that all melted into each other.
The other man leant forward, "What does it mean?" He demanded.
Mr Girringham shifted uncomfortably at the closeness of him, "Well, the four red cards, they mean new and different, right?" He muttered awkwardly, "Then, the lightning bolt means soon, and the circle means powerful, but the last one…" He coughed self-consciously, "The last one, I have no idea about,"
The man slammed his palm down on the table, and Mr Girringham cringed as he saw a crack begin to form in the wood.
"What do you mean; I have no idea about the last one? You're supposed to be able to tell the future!" He yelled.
"Well… Er… in truth? I've never dealt that card before, haven't even seen it, and I didn't know it was in my pack of cards until I first dealt this," He stuttered, gesturing to the cards.
The man frowned sceptically, but let it go. "If you discover what it is, I want you to tell me immediately! Now go! I have business to attend to!"
Mr Girringham scurried out of the room like a mouse, not needing to be told a second time.
As soon as he was gone, a business man in a blue suit and polished shoes so shiny that his reflection could be seen stepped out from behind a filling cabinet across the office. He came over to the desk and smiled knowingly at the man behind the desk.
The man smiled back, "Do you know what this means Lesley?"
The business man, or Lesley, replied, "Of course I do. We gotta find these 'powerful, knew and different' people, and use them. Before Lockhore does,"
The man behind the desk nodded, "Before Lockhore does,"