Well. First story. Exciting, eh? I've a mind to ask you if you wouldn't mind a little patience, I am a new writer and we all have to start somewhere after all. Thank you for reading, believe it or not, I truly appreciate the fact you clicked on this, even if you decided a millisecond later to close it. Please review (a minute for your thoughts :) ), if you don't mind. Thank you kind souls. Thank you. Truly. And mind, I may also have quite a few mistakes, the keyboard I'm typing on is horrible, and sometimes it doesn't always type what I want it to. If you want to Beta- read (I believe that is the term). Just ask. Unless you're a serial killer trying to get my personal information (even then, maybe we can work something out) then I will jubilantly accept. Now, to the prologue.
"When?!" The man in a silver knee-length coat demanded of his colleague.
"Soon" The man replied annoyingly. He wore a similar tan coat with a black slash across his shoulder,
as well as a scowl , which matched his face like the grim reaper with the unholy dead.
"If we make our move now Aredian, then we'll still be able to get what we came for. We wait? Then those bloody Amestrians will catch onto us. They cannot know Aredian. "
"Do you think I'm a fool? We need her on our side. She's been here for twenty years you moron, do you think it will be easy to win her over when all she has ever known exists on this putrid world? No, no, we must make her understand that they are her enemies. Then she shall join our ranks. And they shan't know! Not if you do as I say."
"And just HOW, how do you plan to plan to do that?! Amuse me, sire. She's in their damn military for God's sake!" The younger of the men raised his voice, growing weary of the conversation.
And yet, the older man shook his head only in bitter amusement and said, as if that explained everything, "You will make your move tomorrow."
The younger man's face won out in triumph, but his features remained confused. Nevertheless, he moved over and began sorting the various contents in the small box closest to his right, content with the knowledge that they would not be idle idiots for much longer.
But. Suddenly, a question came to his mind.
"What do we do with her when we get her?" He asked as if the question had never occurred to him before.
The old man stopped his work for a moment, and pausing his messy scrawl, he layed his quill on the table. He then looked at the boy (he had grown so much, hadn't he?) and opened his mouth to speak. But a memory came to him. A dark shiver ran down his spine then, and his face remained ghostly, as if he were haunted by something. And then clearing his throat, he regained his composure, and said simply
" We give her over. That, is all we came to do."
And with that very last syllable falling from his tongue, he picked up his work immediately as if his own words had disturbed him. The boy who was no longer a boy(Merrick, was his name) stood there and searched his uncle's face for any last hint at their intentions, but nothing exposed itself, and he continued to work . He was happy he was chosen to come at all, and the opportunity to see another universe, well, the idea had sold itself.
A chance to find the last elemental mage in all of the multiverse. The one that had been stolen all those years ago, her location only found recently. And, honestly, he just couldn't wait to meet her. Seriously, though, how many people meet the one person who can destroy an entire continent just by utilizing the very energy of the universe? He chuckled to himself, so many called him ignorant, naive, impatient, incompetent. No more, no more. And never again.