CHAPTER 2
They walked on. After about five minutes, they came across a swamp. It was full of a foul-smelling liquid.
"Ugh. How are we supposed to get across?" The words were only just out of Eleanor's mouth, when the liquid in the swamp began to rise. The liquid moved together in harmony and created tunnel through the swamp.
"Woah. What's happening?" gasped Eleanor.
"Oh my god. I can't believe it worked." Said Jake, beaming.
"What worked? Jake what aren't you telling me?" demanded Eleanor.
"Well, I was imagining the liquid turning into a tunnel to let us through, and it happened." Replied Jake. Eleanor's mouth hung open.
"I knew he was different." She thought. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an arrow came soaring into Eleanor's arm. She screamed in pain. Jake rushed over to her. The arrow seemed to have penetrated deep into the skin.
"Eleanor." Jake mumbled. "Eleanor, it'll be okay. We can find help. There's bound to be someone around here. A healer perhaps."
His efforts were in vain. Eleanor's head stayed down. Jake feared the worst. To his relief she slowly raised her head. It seemed to cause a lot of pain.
"Jake, they must want you. You have the magic. You are the one the prophecy talked about. You will be the one who defeats them."
Jake stared at her, disbelieving.
"Magic. I-I don't have magic. I'm just a normal guy. And what prophecy are you talking about?"
She shot him an icy glare. Suddenly, hundreds of arrows rained down at once. Surprisingly, none hit the boy or the girl.
"Jake, we need to go, now!" screamed Eleanor. Jake helped her up, but then, suddenly, a rope snaked out of the trees and bound him. Eleanor gasped. Seven elders stepped out of the trees. They raised their hands and Jake rose into the air. His last words before being gagged were, "Run Eleanor." The elders turned their heads towards Eleanor. A deep booming voice spoke, and with it came a searing flash of pain in Jake's head. He let out a muffled yell of pain.
"Leave the girl. It's the boy you want. We can deal with her later."
Eleanor looked backed at Jake once more before turning and running off through the trees.
Jake struggled with the binds as the elders carried him away. Or towards? They seemed to be heading straight to the mountains.
"Oh no, I've been captured by the Capria." Thought Jake. "And if what Eleanor said was right, I'm in big trouble." Jake's eyes were drawn to what the elders were wearing. They each wore long, navy blue robes with a logo where the left breast pocket should've been. It was the mark of the Capria. But there was something different about it. Jake tried to get a closer look without realising what he was doing. Then he saw what was different. The green spirals were glowing.
'White is for life,
For they are human.
Black is for evil,
For they do not care.
Red is for danger,
For they will destroy everything in their path.
Green is for magic,
For they can do things no other human can.
Except for one.
They're plans are to be foiled by one who is true,
And has a magic stronger than theirs.
At his time of need, he grows stronger.
When the moon rises on the day sixteen years after he was born,
The Capria will fall.'
Images whirred through Jake's head. He saw a lady, with snow white skin and bright red lips. She was the one whose voice he'd heard. The image flickered and changed. A prison cell. Mountains. Destruction. Jake shook his head, wishing the images gone. But still, they continued. He saw his two brothers, Mark and John. He saw Eleanor, tall and beautiful with her long black hair flowing down her back. His mother appeared, with a tall, handsome man who Jake presumed was his father, apparently dead 12 years ago. Then, suddenly, for the second time, he heard the loud booming voice speak.
"Hurry! And do not talk! If he hears the prophecy, he will feel the need to live up to it."
As soon as the voice stopped, the images and searing pain in Jake's head did to. He looked up. They were at the foot of the mountain. The elder's let their hands rest by their sides and Jake fell to the ground with a crash. He had tried to put his hands out in a worthless attempt to soften the fall before he remembered they were tied up and fell face first. A young man, who looked about 25, appeared.
"I will take the boy. You need rest. Go. Now!" he said. His voice was calm and Jake felt safe even though he was in the hands of the enemy. The young man bent down and picked Jake up. With Jake under one arm, he lifts his hand and disappears.
Eleanor ran for her life, hoping against all hope that Jake was okay. She stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree trunk and catching her breath. There was a rustling in the trees.
"Eleanor? Is that really you?" came a voice from the trees. Eleanor sat up.
"W-what? W-who's there?" she whispered.
"Eleanor, don't you remember me? It's John. Jake's brother."
Eleanor sat there, eyes wide in shock.
"No way. It c-can't be. Oh my god. John!"
John stepped out from the bush. He had a few small twigs and leaves stuck in his hair. He looked exactly like an older version of Jake, except where Jake's eyes were brown, John's were a deep blue. He smiled his charming smile.
"Hey. I'm back." he said. "Uhh, where's Jake? Wasn't he travelling with you?" he added. Suddenly, Eleanor burst into tears. John stepped back, surprised.
"Eleanor, what's wrong? Where's Jake?"
