Chapter 1

I groaned and looked around. I was sitting against a stone wall in a long hallway. On the walls were portraits. Hundreds of portraits. In some there were people, talking, moving. They didn't seem to notice me. Maybe because I was in the dark. Others were empty.

I had no idea where I was or how I got there. All I knew was that I was bleeding. But even then I didn't know why, or where for that matter. My body was covered in blood and I could just single out the tiny bit of black of my robe. I took deep breaths. I knew I had to find someone soon, or bleed to death.

I grabbed my wand and stood up. Then I realized my leg was broken. It hurt terribly and I hissed. After I pulled myself together I slowly limped down the hallway. I concentrated on getting to the two large doors that were on the end of it. I tucked some of my brown bangs behind my ear. 'Just a little more' I thought.

When I finally reached the door I raised the wand that I had been holding, just in case. Not that I would have been able to defend myself, but I thought that it might have looked intimidating. When I look back I realize I was just being stupid. Anyway, I raised my wand and swung it around, muttering a spell. The doors swung open, making a lot of noise as they hit the walls.

As I limped through I noticed I was in a large room with four long tables and another long table in front of them. At the last stood an old man with a long grey beard and long grey hair. He was wearing a blue robe to match his eyes and a pointy hat. The students sitting at the table, which had once looked at and listened to the old man, were now looking at me. A boy with messy black hair and glasses, a girl with bushy brown hair and a tall boy with red hair were pointing their wands at me as they stood up, as well as the adults that had been sitting in either side of the old man.

I was now getting nervous, but realized that I probably didn't look to well.

"Err…hi." I said weakly. "I-I think I need some h-help here." I vaguely remembered hearing people gasp as everything turned black and I felt myself falling backwards.

One by one, as I look back at my memories,
I thought I knew everything, but I was a fool.

Faded words were left right at my side,
Nights without answers,

A Small piece of warmth
Longing From Afar…

We just keep repeating this cycle…
That's why I am alive,

Whatever can be measured in these hands…?
Droplets of time…

Slowly grasp them…
Forgotten memories,

Lost words…
These thoughts are…

I'm not sure if I'llbe continuing thisstory as I don't really have a plot in mind yet. But I just wanted to see your reaction. So tell me what you think, based on that I will or won't continue. The poem on the end is not mine, by the way,I found it somewhere butI can't remember where...

SilverHearts