Chapter 1 - Zelth Demik

The town of Bermakin is a small town with mountains to the west, a river and a field to the south, and a forest to the east and north of the town.

Most of the houses in Bermakin were small except for the mansion to the back of the town. This mansion belonged to Darrin Demik, a magical items dealer. Darren lived in the mansion with his son Zelth and his friends Irvine Dern, Jasmine Maxwell, and Sasha Bradley.

Zelth was 17 years old, he had short spiked black hair and hazel colored eyes, and he was about 6'1" tall.

Zelth was sitting on the roof of the mansion outside his bedroom window as he was staring at the night sky.

His mind was racing with the thought that the three year anniversary of his mother's death was tomorrow.

Zelth always sat on his roof when he wanted to think without people bothering him. Zelth was deep in thought about the way his mother died. Still trying to figure out how she was killed.

It looked like an accident, but Zelth knew it wasn't.

"Everything alright?" a girl's voice asked from the window behind Zelth.

Zelth was quickly knocked out of his thoughts as he turned around to see his friend Jasmine with her head out the window.

Jasmine was 17 years old, she had long black hair down to her chest and beautiful blue eyes, and she was about 5'8" tall.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yah, I'm okay," Zelth replied.

"Can I sit with you?" Jasmine asked.

"Sure," Zelth replied as he moved over and allowed Jasmine to climb out of the window and sat next to him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What makes you think I'm out here thinking?" Zelth asked.

"You always come out here to think Zelth," Jasmine replied. "What's wrong?"

"Three years ago tomorrow," Zelth replied and Jasmine immediately knew what he meant.

"Oh yeah," Jasmine replied beginning to feel sad. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Zelth said. "I'm thinking about why and what."

"It was an accident Zelth," Jasmine said turning to him. "Stop thinking about it. It'll only cause more problems."

"I know it wasn't an accident Jasmine," Zelth said frustrated. "Why don't you think the same?"

"I did, but why would anyone want to hurt your mother," Jasmine said. "She was a wonderful person."

"I know, but I just have a feeling that someone did something."

Zelth, I'm not going to be able to tell you anything that I haven't already told you. Your searching for a reason why your mother was taken," Jasmine said as she put her hand on Zelth's shoulder. "It's the same thing I felt when I lost my parents."

"I know," Zelth relied.

"I know it hurts, but you still have your father and you have your friends," Jasmine said, then she hugged Zelth.

"Thanks."

"No problem," Jasmine said as they let go of each other.

"What's going on?" said a girl's voice from Zelth's room.

Zelth and Jasmine turned around to see Sasha standing there watching them.

Sasha as 16 years old, she had long wavy blonde hair down just past her shoulders and beautiful green eyes, and she was about 5'6" tall.

"Hey Sasha," Jasmine said as she crawled back through the window. "I was just about to go back to bed." She then walked out of the room.

"Hey babe," Zelth said as he crawled back into the room.

"What was that about?" Sasha asked as she crossed her arms. She always crossed her arms when she was agitated and Zelth just thought she looked cute when she did it.

"We were just talking Sasha," Zelth replied as he walked toward her. Sasha was annoyed when Zelth and Jasmine touched when they thought they were alone.

"About what?" Sasha asked.

"Tomorrow's the three year anniversary of my mom's death," Zelth replied. "It wasn't anything."

"I'm sorry for assuming," Sasha said as she hugged Zelth. "I forgot what tomorrow was."

"It's fine you've only been here for 8 months," Zelth said. "But you need to trust me and Jasmine a little bit more."

"I know, but," Sasha said.

"It's okay, it's understandable with my past with Jasmine," Zelth said.

"But you two were never together," Sasha said. "And I should trust you."

Sasha then began to walk out of the room. "Goodnight."

"See you tomorrow," Zelth said as he began to feel guilty about his feelings for Sasha and Jasmine.

Zelth then walked over to his bed and fell onto it on his back and fell asleep a few seconds later.

Zelth was running through the field, near Bermakin with Jasmine. They were younger, about three years younger. They seemed to be running towards Bermakin, but it wasn't getting closer.

Suddenly everything became dark and Zelth was standing outside a wrecked building. He walked to the only wall that looked partially intact and placed his hand on it. He then fell into a room that was very poorly lit with a few candles.

Zelth looked around and saw blood on the floor. He looked ahead and began to run towards a door he could barely see. When he got to it he pushed it open to feel the wind blow.

Ahead of him was the house he used to live in. He noticed smoke coming from the windows and he saw a hooded figure walk out the front door as he put something in his cloak that looked like a gun. The hooded man then vanished.

Zelth then ran into the house to see that it was on fire. He looked around and saw a grisly site. Blood covered the floor as Zelth stared at the body of his mother. Next to her body he saw familiar looking shell casings from a gun.

Suddenly Zelth awoke as someone was yelling his name.

"Zelth get up!" Irvine was yelling as Zelth opened his eyes.

Irvine was 17 years old, he had short brown hair and brown eyes, and he was about 6'4" tall.

"What time is it?" Zelth asked as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"About 11," Irvine replied. "You alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be alright?" Zelth asked then he remembered what day it was. "Oh yeah, I'm alright."

"You know where Sasha might be?" Irvine asked.

"What makes you think I would know?"

"I thought she might have told you yesterday that she had plans or something," Irvine replied. "I haven't seen Jasmine today either."

"They probably think I'm going to be cold again this year," Zelth said as he got out of bed and walked over to his closet.

"Well it's sort of been a routine for you," Irvine said. "I'll be outside waiting."

"I'll be out in a couple minutes," Zelth said, then Irvine left the room.

Zelth changed then looked out his bedroom window looking out over the town. He had a weird foreboding feeling about the day. He thought nothing of it and left his room.

He walked out of the room and walked down the stairs and out of the house.