Hey guys, I'm so sorry that this is taking so long. I just got an IPad for my writing, and other projects that I am doing. It is very hard to keep track of these sort of things when I have other issues going on such as family and technology. I really hope that I can now start getting into the habits of writing often, and hopefully making weekly updated chapters. My writing skills have been increasing more and more because of school, and at home practicing, so this new story should be way better than the other disgraces I call writing. But I hope you like my new story When They Were Young. It pretty much starts off when Malistaire, Cyrus and Sylvia were teenagers, but things take a huge U-turn when the evil wizard Xander Darkheart supposedly "kills" Headmaster Ambrose. (I know I don't know why I keep writing stories about other people including Malistaire taking over the spiral. I guess there's just a big lack of those stories these days). But enjoy anyways :)
Chapter 1:
-Malistaire Drake-
I knew something was not right when my brother Cyrus woke me up that morning. That dreadful morning when Headmaster Ambrose was murdered by Xander Darkheart, the Master of Death. I was just stunned with my mouth hanging open in silence. All wizards from around the spiral came to Wizard City to witness that horrifying scene. Xander raised his hands victoriously, and crackled loudly at the young wizards who tried to stop him from reaching his goal, but we were all too late, the Headmaster has already died. It had happened. The event viciously reflected off of everybody's eyes as their faces winced in dis-belief and horror. The out-sized downpour of rain showering down the depressing, grey heavens of the dreaded scene, Sylvia ran up to me with tears streaming down her face, she was just as scared and horrified as I was.
"Don't you see! I am the most powerful wizard alive, no one can defeat me!" Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the grey, rainy sky. The pathways filled with wizards of all schools, were voiced with silence. Tears filled the eyes of loved ones, as denial filled the hearts of professors and children. He was actually dead, faces of legendary's were etched with bitterness and violence, wanting to kill him right then and there, but no one dared to go near him at this time. The dis-hearted crowd slowly filed out of the pathways as Xander let out a sinful roar of laughter. The thought of having this wizard as the Headmaster for eternity impaled there hearts deeply as everyone was directed back to there dorms by Draconian guards. Me and Sylvia gave each other one last kiss before we had to split up for who-knows how long.
"Be safe, just do what he says" I said to Sylvia, she nodded.
"I will, I love you" She said.
"I love you too" I kissed her and left with Cyrus, and the rest of the guys back to the dorms. I glanced back across the blotched sky of mist, in the distance, lay the Dragon Titan curled around the dying tree of Bartleby in slumber. It's massive body was decorated with blood-red scales, and great puffs of smoke escaped its nostrils. It's torso was coiled around the old canopy of the great tree, brown leaves that now infested the ground and the honoured tree. Cyrus just hung his head in shame as the guards led them back to there dorms, I had no idea what was going to happen to Ravenwood, but more importantly what was going to happen to the spiral.
-V-
After Xander had taken complete control of the spiral, he started building his empire of death. He started with Wizard City, renaming it 'The Dragon', and built over the Headmasters office, eventually, with the draining of Bartleby's magic and power. Wizard City just became depressing. Smoke, mist and rain replaced the sunshine and happiness everyone was so used to living in. The citizens were on lockdown, slowly becoming slaves or chosen to be Guards for Xander. Sylvia, me and Cyrus were still completely shocked, how could the most powerful wizard, Merle Ambrose die from a mere Necromancer? That was a question I ask myself everyday. Draconians were everywhere, guarding every entrance and exit to other worlds, just in case if wizards decide to risk there life's to escape to Dragonspyre. Dragonspyre was the only world not enslaved, that was were Xander's office was, he could relax without having to watch his slaves every second, seeing if they were following orders.
Cyrus suggested we study the art of Life magic, people needed healing desperately. Theurgists were becoming weaker because of the lack of life in the spiral, now that Bartleby has died. Sylvia would do everything she could, but even she herself was becoming weak, she remained completely selfless, whilst helping others in need of extra health, manna, or energy. I tried as best I could, I used sacrifice on Sylvia when she needed more health, but even I couldn't even muster another bit of energy, two months after the take over. While I was in the middle of healing a child, a girl about eight years old, with cuts and bruises everywhere, dirt on her skin, clothes and in her hair, I got a whisper from Sylvia.
Malistaire, I need you over here right now, this young boy needs some desperate health! I glanced over my shoulder to look at her and nod, I told the young girl to find her mother, lay low and get some rest. I started walking over to Sylvia, and knelt down beside the young boy that was lying nearly dead on the ground. "He was worked almost to death, it's not fair children this young have to live like this" she sighed, gently stroking the boys cheek with a finger. The boy lying limply on the ground had blonde hair, grey eyes that were lightly shut, and wore blue jean overalls with a red plaid shirt. Sylvia looked up at me, "Can you muster one last sacrifice whilst I used pixie?" I nodded slowly, turning my upper body slightly to pick up my wand.
After that last healing for the day I was exhausted to a new extreme. I never new I could get this tired, especially during the day. Cyrus was done for the day also, he looked just as tired as I was, but we both new that we couldn't live in this place much longer. "Hey are you ok?" Cyrus asked coming up to me, I nodded, choosing not to use my words, I was too tired to speak, "Here" he cast a satyr, giving me one-hundred health back.
"Thanks Cyrus, I really needed that" I said smiling up at my brother, he knelt down next to me.
"No problem Malistaire, I just got healed by one if the Theurgists over there" he said, pointing to a group of Theurgists lying on the ground, looking famished and worn down, like everybody else. Before Cyrus and I could exchange glances, the room went eerily silent, we noticed that everybody was standing up.
"Xander's here" I said, glancing over to where Sylvia was, she put her hand out to reach mine, but we were too far apart. No one could move or speak when he was doing an inspection. Inspections were the most horrifying things any one would have to go through, Xander would choose a wizard by how they have been behaving, and torture them for hours, days or I weeks on end. I stood and prayed to the Titans it wouldn't be me, Cyrus or Sylvia. Xander got up on his regular podium, and clear his throat.
"I have chosen a wizard, this particular wizard hasn't been bad in anyway, but has stood out to me", I noticed his eyes were wondering the crowd, supposedly looking for someone. "This wizard has shown immense power and strength. This wizard, I dare to say it, could possibly defeat me" he paused to what looked like a shudder. "Malistaire drake, Where are you child?" I gasped as everyone moved away from me, pushing people out of the way, leaving me in the centre of the circle. Xander stepped off his podium and lent a hand out to me. "Come" ,I didn't know what to do. I glanced back at Cyrus and Sylvia, both gaping in horror.
"Sylvia" I whispered. Holding back tears that were fighting to break through. I was taught to never cry in front of someone, it only showed how weak you were, I could tell that Xander was getting impatient, so I picked up my pace. He reached a hand out to me, grabbing my wrist, and pulling me closer.
"Don't worry, young Drake I will not kill you just yet, I want to have my fun with you first" he whispered, a shiver ran down my spine at his chilling words. "Guards take him to the dungeons!" Two guards grabbed me from behind.
"No, wait Sylvia, Cyrus help me!" I fought against the guards, but they were obviously stronger.
"Don't fight against us, it's only going to make your situation worse" ,one of the two guards held one hand on my neck, and the other on my arms holding me in a down-ward position. I don't know what was going to happen, but I know it won't be pleasant.
That was an evil way to leave you guys :) *evil laugh.* I hope you guys enjoyed that one. I'm discontinuing the one that I wrote last time, but I swear that this time this story will continue till the end *cue dramatic music* haha but anyways please review and favorite of you liked it. And a huge thanks to BuBuWinter for helping me wright and correcting my mistakes that would've been habits, had she not came to help me. I know it's short but I will make them longer next time. But anyways thanks again and goodbye,