Hey guys!
Sorry I took so long to update, I meant to yesterday, but then I had to do a very hard task of "I can't be bothered" as I'm sure many of you will understand. For those who don't... please don't kill me!
Remember, the spoilers start here! ;-)
Aaanyway, here's an extra long chapter to make up for the wait!
Warning – swearing in this chapter (Bold = text from the books)
THE COLD MASSACRE
Call opened the book the the first page and cleared his throat, ready to begin.
"Woah, woah, woah!" cried Aaron suddenly. "Why are you not checking these books first? Don't trust anything that can think for itself unless you can see where it keeps its brain!"
There was an awkward pause and then - "Aaron, did you just quote Harry Potter?"
Aaron huffed, rolling his eyes at Call and gesturing for him to continue, muttering "Just making a point, jeez..."
Everybody ignored him, whilst Alistair smiled sadly, reminded of the strong bonds between his own apprentice group. There was no way that Call was going to leave the Magesterium now, even if he does pass through the Gate Of Control.
Call began again.
Prologue
(From a distance...La Rinaconda - )
"Wait a second!" interrupted Tamara, and Call stifled a sigh. They'd die of old age in a time suppressed space if this kept up, for God's sake...
"Wasn't La Rinaconda where the Cold Massacre took place?" Tamara queried, looking shocked.
Call's eyes widened in shock. Who was this man, and how had he discovered the Cold Massacre? Why had nobody told him this? He then mentally face palmed, as he really hadn't been listening to any history lessons whilst he'd been trying to get kicked out.
When the energy saving bulb had finally flickered into (dim) life, Call continued.
(was a collection... single ice axe)
Alistair winced imperceptibly. Lots of annoyance and frustration would soon be coming his way. Meanwhile, Rufus' apprentice group (Aaron, Call and Tamara) were having a silent conversation, desperate to figure out who it was that was climbing where the Cold Massacre was taking place, and most likely at the time that it was taking place, as well. Was it the Enemy, come to slaughter them all? Would Call have to read about the death of his mother? He felt sick at the thought.
Jasper mainly ignored all of the conversations, as he was searching for a way out of this damn place – why was a DeWinter stuck with the freaks, anyway?
Drew and Alex were both quiet. They had figured out the main reason that they were there was most likely due to the fact that they would both be soon unmasked as spies of the Enemy. Of course, they could also destroy the books, but there were many problems with that, such as -
a) It may not even work
b) It works, but everybody realises that they're the Enemy's spies, and they are horribly and brutally murdered
c) It works, and they're stuck with these idiots for eternity
The EOM's (Evil Overlord Minions) shuddered at that last mental image. Insanity would be soon to follow.
(His name... a mage)
Silence.
Call was understandably pissed off to high heaven. His whole life, his dad was allMagic is dangerous, don't be a mage! Yet here was his dad, merrily using his power to climb a fucking glacier, instead of using what normal people use. He was so pissed just then, that he forgot that he'd be probably reading about his mom's death, so his anger was good, in a way, taking his mind off that.
Call hurriedly continued reading before anybody could say anything, mentally breathing in relief when it worked.
(He shaped... slow down.)
Now Call remembered. It was very likely – like 99.9% likely – that this was the time and place that his mother died.
(The cave itself... or an attack.)
Alistair reached out and hugged Call, knowing that soon the words carved into the ice would come to light – even now, almost 12 years later, they still froze his blood and made him think about how different life would have been if he had actually obeyed his wife's final order.
Aaron hesitantly reached out and hugged Tamara, whilst everybody grew quiet, mourning those who died during the Cold Massacre. (Drew and Alex mourned the loss of Constadine's body).
(The cave was.. and son.)
There was utter silence as everybody but the EOM's turned and eyeballed him.
The tension, brittle as a piece of dry spaghetti, snapped.
The room filled with furious yells, and Alistair watched with a sad expression on his face as they directed the yells at him. His son's apprentice group reminded him of his own, separated throughout time. Oh, Sarah...
"Call.. didn't know that he was on the mountain that day," Alistair began slowly, seeking the right words to explain his actions. "I deemed it safer for Call to stay away from magic, and never know that he could have died on La Rinaconda with his mother – don't want him being the Boy-Who-Lived, do we?" His pathetic attempt at humour fell short, and absolutely nobody laughed.
Jasper, Tamara and Aaron filed away the information for later, though – the latter two for good reasons, the former...not so much.
(They had been...frightened he'd become)
This worried Call, as he'd only seen his father worried twice in his life – when he made that crevasse in the ground, and when Master Rufus had called his name at the Iron Trial.#
Right, I'll post part 2 tomorrow, cuz im not bothered – I've typed enough for one day.
Part 2 up tomorrow, though!