Christopher Wilde and the Accursed Mirror
I: Prophecy
Author's Note: Okay, I should explain why I haven't updated Marauders. My writing computer is really screwed up right now and I can't do anything with it. So, I've begun writing this on this computer. It's complicated, but until I get my other computer fixed, no Marauders. : ( Sorry. In the meantime, enjoy Christopher's journey, which I believe will be far more interesting. Also, sorry it's so short. I just needed a prologue for now...
The day was July 14th, 1978. The moon was high above the two figures that stood amidst a thick forest, shrouded in shadows. One held a long, thin wand in its hand, raised and pointed at the other, whom was holding up its hands, which were thin, fine, and feminine. The figure that held up its hands let out a sob in a wavering, female voice. An indistinguishable accent was unmistakably thick in the woman's words, but she was perfectly understandable, even with her cracked syllables.
"Why must you follow him?" she asked, darkly emphasizing her last word. The other figure let out a hoarse laugh, followed by his response, which was in a deep voice.
"I follow him," he said, emphasizing as well, "because he promises far more than your people do. Besides, I have a certain… incentive… but this I cannot tell you. It's far too secret. Now if you wouldn't mind telling me what it is you so desperately called me here to say?"
"I cannot speak on command, you foul traitor! He will hear of this, you mark my words!" The woman reached into her robes and withdrew her own wand, which was much more elegant than the man's, and she waved it resolutely, as though it was her last action and she wanted it to count. A jet of red light shot from the end, but the man rose his own wand and shouted, "Protego!" The red jet bounced off of him and hit a tree somewhere to his left.
"Not on command, you say?" he asked, eyeing the woman hungrily. He waved his wand and muttered "Incarcerous." Thick ropes that had appeared out of thin air bound the woman tightly around her arms and legs, sending her to the floor in seconds. "Well, if you can't speak on command, perhaps I ought to loosen your tongue! Crucio!" The woman writhed in pain and anguish as the spell blazed through every vein in her body. The man cackled as he watched her face cloud with tears. Her hood was thrown back and her long, lustrous hair was visible, black as the night, and her eyes… those beautiful blue eyes.
"I… will not… crack…!" she managed, her voice showing obvious terror.
"You will, dear woman…" the man lifted the spell, realizing that it would all be useless if she were dead. He stared up at the sky as he contemplated a plan. Mars was unusually bright, yet the Moon was dark and invisible. "Now," said the man, who had turned and grasped the woman's chin, pulling her face close to his, "speak, woman!"
"I cannot," she muttered sadly. It was as though she wanted to, but honestly could not. The man only scoffed and glared at her.
"You lie. All Seers can see on command! Now speak the Prophecy of my master before I kill you!" The man's wand-bearing hand flew out towards the woman, sending out a pulse of energy that knocked her flat on the ground, her face in the soft earth beneath.
"I… here comes something…" said the woman, struggling to get up. The man lifted her bonds, watching her eagerly, his face still concealed beneath his hood. The woman then spoke in a voice different from her own, dark and hoarse like the man's. "On the night of the new moon, in the year before the turning of the decade, in the middle of July, a powerful entity will be born. This being will be able to choose his own path, light or dark, untouched by destiny. Its choices will change the world, but beware: gift is not without conflict. The being must choose, and once it does, all who are associated with the being will be affected. The world will be shaped by this being's decision…" The woman collapsed back onto the earth, gasping for air. She looked up into the shadowed eyes of the cloaked man. He gave a disappointed scoff and raised his wand.
"What kind of Prophecy is that…?" he asked, pointing his wand at the woman's chest, which was heaving up and down quickly as her heartbeat quickened.
"It is the prophecy that you wished for…" The woman glared at the man who held her at wand point as though her saying this would satisfy him.
"It makes no sense… a being able to choose his own path? We can all choose our own paths. And a choice between light and dark? It's not even worth examining. You have failed, Seer. He will not be happy…" The man raised his wand.
"You are the one who will be punished…" said the woman. The man scowled and pointed his wand at her heart.
"You know, you didn't used to be so annoying…" he muttered as he directed his wand at her heart. The forest bore witness to a bright green flash that night, and the face of the woman, which bore a satisfied smile as the light left her sparkling eyes…