Disclaimer: Will Stanton, the Old Ones, High Magic, Bran, the Wild Magic and the Light and Dark belong to Susan Cooper. Traci and Alana belong to themselves. Mike is me, therefore, he belongs to me. ^_^;
I guess I've come to the point in this narrative
where it's time to tell you who exactly is writing this. I've been hesitant
to reveal my identity, but if you want to understand what happened you
need to know.
My name is Michael Amra. Little is known of
who my parents were, except that they were powerful forces of either the
Old or Wild magics. People tend to lean to the side of the Wild, given
my free personality, but I'll never know the truth.
I was found by an older resident on the east
coast of the United States when I was very young. He cared for me for about
a week before he died in a feirce hurricane that suddenly whipped over
the coastline. The rescue workers found me alive amid the rubble. Nobody
knew how I had survived, and nobody knew what to do with me now.
I was sent overseas to Wales where I was adopted
by the Amras. I stayed there for awhile, but it did not take long to prove
that I was not a normal boy....funny story, really. I was just sitting
there, facing the window, and Mom popped around the corner into the kitchen.
I lifted up a finger and spoke two words-"Cold. Rain." And suddenly, it
bagan to rain. The weather forecasters couldn't understand why the rain
hadn't frozen. The temperature of it was too low for a liquid.
My mother shrugged it off as a coincedence,
being only a mortal. But it became a joke around the family that I was
the 'child of the freezing rain'.
...don't you see? 'Hisame Ko Issun'... the
figure of the High Magic who coined the phrase chose a very odd language.
Nobody knew why he used Japanese and not something like the Old Speech.
In the traditional way of translating it, Hisame is Hail, Ko is Old, and
Issun is One(s). Traditionally, it means Hail the Old Ones.
But I have done some research on this phrase
and found something very odd. Hisame was mistranslated. It does mean hail,
but not the VERB hail. It means hail as in chunks of ice, or freezing rain.
...do you see where Im going with this?
Ko, therefore, isn't use as an adjective-
it becomes a noun. Ko as a noun means child. Don't ask me why old and child
are in the same word...anyway, the way I've discovered the phrase to be
translated is 'One child of freezing rain.'
The number of places where this phrase is
written is proof to me that it wasn't a coincidence that night. That and
the dream...
It happened a few years ago. I dreamed of
a man in a deep, blue robe, sitting on a wooden chair. Beside him were
two boxes. One was open, and inside was a beatiful, golden harp. The other
remained shut. The man stared at me for a few seconds, and then wordlessly
opened up the second box.
Inside the box was a book. On the front of
the book was a single word: 'Gramarye'. He handed the book to me and grinned.
'Hisame Ko Issun..' he whispered. And I awoke in a cold sweat. There in
my hands was that book, just like in my dream. I sat up and began to read.
The book brought me everywhere at once...I
knew so much now. It was like a heaviness, a burden to have so much power.
At the end of the book a few pages were added in behind a picture of six
Signs, linked together by golden bands. The pages told me that I was the
last of the Elemental branch of the Wild Magic. It told me that the hail
was not my only ability, but it didn't say any more then that.
The next night I had a dream much like the
previous. This time, the man took the book from me and locked it back in
his box. "Good luck, Mike.." and then he was gone.
A year later, last Samain, a boy named
Will Stanton came to visit Wales. He was not a remarkable boy on sight,
but I could sense something in him...something like what I sensed about
Bran Davies. He lived on the farm, and I knew him from school. The other
boys jeered at him, and I used to be like that as well. But after that
dream, I developed something of a respect for him.
When Will came he wasn't alone. Two girls
were following him, but he never seemed to notice them, or if he did, he
did a good job of masking it. I later found that they were also of the
Elemental Wild Magics. It seemed that one had power over fire and wind,
the other over earth and water.
I had done experimenting to see what I could
do with my own powers and found some odd things. I could control metal,
but not rock, ice, but not water or anything warm, storms and lightning,
but not wind, and smoke, but not flame.
I followed Will and Bran into Bird Rock. I
saw the man I had seen in the dream, sitting there between the two boxes.
He only opened the one and gave them the golden harp I had seen. So it
was all true...
After the great battle between the Light and
the Dark, Will Stanton left, and the two girls left as well. I remained
in Wales, alone. Until the final battle between the Light and the Dark
should come, where I would take place in. I was sure of it.
And so I followed the Light to the Tree, silently.
I was there when the Riders were thrown out of Time. I even followed Will
and Bran into the hall of the Light.
But now would be the great tax of my powers,
I felt. The Black Rider must NOT get the Fire orb, or the world would be
annhialated. Muttering a few words, I vanished. Destination? The core of
the earth.
A/N: Yes, we're moving from third to first person now! Hehe, I'm introducing one of the main characters in the seventh chapter of my fic...o.O