Traitor

Chapter 1 – Introductions - 3rd Person

They stood there, in their familiar group huddle. The hall was not as big as you might have thought, but still, it was big enough for 50 clan members to hide out in. No-one could imagine what kind of magic the clan needed to keep themselves hidden. And yet, they were very different to you, even if they was human. They possessed many powers, and everyone in the clan had different powers. Karkov owned the power to turn invisible, and Belod could hypnotise The Normals (Which was the name the clan gave to every other human that didn't have any powers) The hall shook slightly, and dust from the ceiling came down onto Rolopo's shoulder. He wiped it off snobbishly, and glanced over at Czeb. Czeb was the highest authority there. A Russian-born businessman who had used his magical powers for bad was definitely high-rank material in the clan's opinion. Czeb looked around at his eager-faced clan, and boomed in his deepest voice, "We have managed to secure four banks in Moscow. Our operations shall continue down in Britain, and soon we shall have the British Army under our control!" At this the clan cheered, all of them anticipating their leader's commands to move out and travel to Lensk, as they had been told the night before. But the order did not come. Instead, Czeb Tiz smiled around at them, and laughed "Of course, it shall be my money." He seemed to ignore the uproar from his clan. "You are forgetting our High Authority's powers! He alone will decide who gets the gain. And he has personally chosen me already. This money shall be used for good. Well, good for us, bad for The Normals." At this he laughed silently. Those fools still believe I am the Chosen One, he thought, smiling slyly. They shall be moaning when I unleash Hell on them. And of course, what Czeb wanted, he got. But there was still a major flaw...Why would the clan want to follow Czeb now that they knew he was indeed getting the money and not them? Either way, Czeb finally barked the order to head towards Lensk. Suddenly, back in Britain, one of The Normals woke with a yawn.