Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling basically owns everything in this story except Will, Hazel and Eli (which turn up a little later), and of course, the plot.
P.S. Yeah, I know it's a prologue instead of the first chapter, but trust me, its vital to the story. The first chapter is coming very soon though….Oh yeah, and before it ruins the mood, please review!
Paths of the Grave and Shierden
Prologue: Cold Treachery
"Traitor…" slithered a cruel voice in Will's mind, "You are nothing but a traitor…You know what they always say: if you're loyal to more than one…you're a traitor to all…"
"That isn't true!" Will argued to himself. He looked at two mounds on the floor of the cold, rotting room. Those mounds of living, breathing flesh were his responsibility. He had not wanted for his mother to ask him, on her death bed, to take care of his younger brother and sister…yet, here they were, sleeping peacefully on the floor. Will subconsciously looked out the window, half expecting to see someone there. He did not love his siblings. He could not love them…that would put them in danger; and if the worst should happen, he could not be loyal to them. Pain seared down his arm. He winced.
"It is calling…your Lord is calling…" the terrible voice whispered in his head, "you cannot escape it…go to him..."
"No, I c-cannot leave my siblings, n-not on a night like this…" he stammered.
"Then…" the voice paused, as if thinking, "Bring them to Him…He will surely have a good use for them…" A great hush came over the hovel in which Will and his siblings lived. The sky darkened, and clouds hovered ominously in the distance. The iron clock, caked with rust and hanging quietly above the window under which Will sat broke his concentration as it chimed three o'clock in the morning. He must go. After all, he did not love them. He could only love one thing…the thing that had been secret, hiding inside him until the perfect moment. That moment had arrived.
"Muggles…,"Will smirked. No, he did not love their kind… he hated them. However, the hate inside him caused a great love…For their death, and destruction. Decidedly, he stepped over the two dreamers. Then, his body and mind became firm. Though tears streamed down his pale face into his long and knotted hair, he packed a small bag, and walked toward the termite-infested door. Suddenly, he sensed a pair of eyes boring into his back. Will turned to see a set of slate blue irises, identical to his. His sister knew he was leaving, but why, she had no clue. She thought that maybe, just maybe, he was only taking one of his usual midnight walks. Will turned again, facing the door. Her eyes now filled with tears matching his. Abruptly, he flung the door open to a brutal wind.
"WAIT!" she cried, "When will you return?"
He looked over his shoulder with a significant glance toward the girl, and then slammed the door behind him. She knew this look too well. It signaled regret and sorrow, yet pain and harsh anger. Only seeing this look on Will's face twice in her life, she knew what this meant. Will, her older brother and guardian, would not come back. She did not know why, but something inside her feared for him, but at the same time, she feared for herself and her brother.