The Before Times: Part I
The old and frail wizard sat before the fire of a young man and his wife in the year of 1896. He leaned upon an old staff full of notches. He looked about. Sometimes his eyes would latch onto his friends' eyes of glee. Sometimes they would glance lazily at the young, black kitten curled up in a soft, but wooden rocker in the corner on the little blue cushion. Wherever his eyes happen to rest, they threw warmth onto their resting place. The old man's name was Kenneth Lorries. Kenneth turned his eyes to the couple's young son and daughter. The girl, whose name was Aala, was laying in the corner sleeping on a small feather bed. The boy, whose name was Alavays, sat with a questioning look about him in his mothers arms. Kenneth liked to gaze at little Alavays's look. It reminded him of someone. Someone he had seen in his large round globe a gypsy, called Niamey, had given him. A being of the future. Whole minutes went by as Kenneth looked deeply into little Alavays's eyes of vibrant green. He drew a long, but rattled breath, and began to speak to the man. "Mr. Levine, your daughter is a simple witch. Nothing out of the ordinary about her. But, Alavays—he's different. He shows signs a two-year-old wizard hasn't ever shown before. The youngest I have seen them do that was about—seventeen. I don't know what is in store for him. But…Alavays has my spell bound to him," Kenneth spoke deeply for a man of 123. He took the staff and absentmindedly twirled the end across the floor. "The spell," Mr. Lorries continued, "is a very practical one. It is one in which only highly experienced witches and wizards are capable of conjuring. You must have…strong divination qualifications. It is a spell which could very easily control the boy's fate and future…I saw a boy last night in the ball. A boy that was a child of the future. He was also your great-great- grandson. His name was Harry. He seems to be just like his great- grandfather, Alavays. Harry's mother, Lily…is Alavays's granddaughter. Your little Alavays has the spell of protection and greatness…not that he needs it. Your son is very…wise wizard for his…age. I wish the best for you and your children, my friends. Goodnight," Kenneth managed to stand up after refusing help from Mr. Levine. He walked to the room which had been made his for his stay—with the help of his beloved staff. He loved that staff—almost as much as he loved his own great-great-granddaughter…who he had seen as little Alavays's wife when he became 21 years of age. Alavays would be a great wizard in time. But the boy called Harry had the same aura as he—if not stronger. Harry was to be a great hero. He would do many great things in his lifetime. But what, Kenneth did not know. No one really did. No one really would for a while. Mr. Lorries decided no one needed to know of the boy of the future called Harry. Not for some time. PARA Read The Before Times: Part II: Kenneth's Tale! It gets even better…
The old and frail wizard sat before the fire of a young man and his wife in the year of 1896. He leaned upon an old staff full of notches. He looked about. Sometimes his eyes would latch onto his friends' eyes of glee. Sometimes they would glance lazily at the young, black kitten curled up in a soft, but wooden rocker in the corner on the little blue cushion. Wherever his eyes happen to rest, they threw warmth onto their resting place. The old man's name was Kenneth Lorries. Kenneth turned his eyes to the couple's young son and daughter. The girl, whose name was Aala, was laying in the corner sleeping on a small feather bed. The boy, whose name was Alavays, sat with a questioning look about him in his mothers arms. Kenneth liked to gaze at little Alavays's look. It reminded him of someone. Someone he had seen in his large round globe a gypsy, called Niamey, had given him. A being of the future. Whole minutes went by as Kenneth looked deeply into little Alavays's eyes of vibrant green. He drew a long, but rattled breath, and began to speak to the man. "Mr. Levine, your daughter is a simple witch. Nothing out of the ordinary about her. But, Alavays—he's different. He shows signs a two-year-old wizard hasn't ever shown before. The youngest I have seen them do that was about—seventeen. I don't know what is in store for him. But…Alavays has my spell bound to him," Kenneth spoke deeply for a man of 123. He took the staff and absentmindedly twirled the end across the floor. "The spell," Mr. Lorries continued, "is a very practical one. It is one in which only highly experienced witches and wizards are capable of conjuring. You must have…strong divination qualifications. It is a spell which could very easily control the boy's fate and future…I saw a boy last night in the ball. A boy that was a child of the future. He was also your great-great- grandson. His name was Harry. He seems to be just like his great- grandfather, Alavays. Harry's mother, Lily…is Alavays's granddaughter. Your little Alavays has the spell of protection and greatness…not that he needs it. Your son is very…wise wizard for his…age. I wish the best for you and your children, my friends. Goodnight," Kenneth managed to stand up after refusing help from Mr. Levine. He walked to the room which had been made his for his stay—with the help of his beloved staff. He loved that staff—almost as much as he loved his own great-great-granddaughter…who he had seen as little Alavays's wife when he became 21 years of age. Alavays would be a great wizard in time. But the boy called Harry had the same aura as he—if not stronger. Harry was to be a great hero. He would do many great things in his lifetime. But what, Kenneth did not know. No one really did. No one really would for a while. Mr. Lorries decided no one needed to know of the boy of the future called Harry. Not for some time. PARA Read The Before Times: Part II: Kenneth's Tale! It gets even better…
