Chapter Eight:
Around a turn, another tune,
A phrase I won't forget.
And once you see the forests black,
To leave you'll never get.
By Genisis is here to guard
Our secrete at his side.
And now you have it in your hands,
The lanterns pulsing pride.
-G
Ten Years Later…
Fordge
The surface he was sitting on (he wasn't sure whether it was stone or not) was uncomfortable and had been for the past ten years. He was twenty-five now, living most of his life in this blackness. He wasn't afraid when Genisis had brought him there, he knew he would be taken back to the same spot eventually, where the two of them met. That was when Fordge escaped with the lantern, and Genisis had not. He was forced to stay there until Fordge came back to release him, if he would ever release such a mad man. He sighed, then the dreams came, and he lost all those times, against his will, and surrendered over all nine of his lives to the crazed man.
The darkness was depressing. He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't move, so even if he had wanted to try and find an exit, the ropes tying him kept him still, and magic didn't work here, especially when the life you were living didn't have magic. Only seven of his did. The first seven and the first six were already killed. Genisis had kept using them to try and regain the hidden power he had lost thirteen years ago, and kill Chrestomanci and the others. The lives had proved failure to his plans, and in the end died, not willing to give up their life energy to such a dark cause. Every month or so Genisis would come in and sneer at Fordge how weak he and his friends were getting, and that they would eventually crush him.
Fordge would always smile and laugh. He knew that they couldn't be weakened, not with Cat, Chrestomanci and Darlah each owning nine lives and enchanters magic.
This would enrage Genisis when he had heard this. Chrestomanci over the period of fifteen years had been gathering in items Genisis had created, and was trying to find him and kill him. Fordge had not destroyed the lantern when he had stole it from Genisis so many years ago in the woods, so that when he was taken back into the forest, someone could find it, and come and get him safely, as well as leave safely. That person had ended up as a troop of some of the worlds finest magic users available, if not the best.
So many years ago he had feared Genisis' return and the thought of being brought back to the place where he was nearly murdered.
The funny thing, Fordge had thought, so many times, was that he had killed Genisis that night instead, and how could he survive if he too, didn't have more then one life around?
The thought only frustrated Fordge. He knew he would escape someday, and he knew what he'd have to do when he did. He only knew how to kill Genisis, and what he was, and where he was… Or at least where he was for the moment.
Then again, he didn't have any magic at the moment. That meant he would have to gain back the rest of his lives. And when he did that, everything for the good would fall into place.
Well, it's getting somewhere, I decided I needed to make it go fast. It has quite a bit that needs to be told, and I don't want to bore you guys to death with a "Man, where'd the plot go, Fordge is eating overly described cheerio's for breakfast" kind of thought on your minds, well then, have fun!
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