Lily Evans and the Black Cauldron
Disclaimer: blah.blah.I don't own anything.hmmm. I own the plot.but not much more.
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Muttering was coming from a small room, in the tallest tower of a grand castle. An aged man paced the length of the tower with a swish of his dark luminous cloak.
As the deafening thunder resounded within the untidy room he failed to glance up as he was lost within his chaotic thoughts.
Passing the span of his oak desk he was thoughtlessly stroking his long grey beard until he was interrupted by an owl was trying failingly to capture his attention by tapping on the wrought iron stained glass window.
He closed the distance between the window and himself in a matter of seconds and hurryingly let the shivering barn owl in from the ravaging wind of the storm.
The fatigued man released the owl from its burden by withdrawing an abnormally thin letter from its talons. Expressing no surprise, he read the letter which stated in messy scrawls:
The battle has begun. King Arthur requires your assistance.
L.
His once blazing young eyes had dimmed to a weary state, over the decades, burdened with the knowledge of terrible events he would be unable to prevent.
Looking up over his pince-nez glasses with a tiresome frown he unbelievingly whispered,
"So it has begun".
The whispers echoed in the room until being swept away by the rent less fury of the unforgiving storm.
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I know it's kinda melodramatic but it will get better later.this is part I of the prologue.I think there will be 2-3 parts of the prologue! Enjoy but don't forget! REVIEW! Please review.even one word reviews like.good.or.bad! Just review!
Disclaimer: blah.blah.I don't own anything.hmmm. I own the plot.but not much more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Muttering was coming from a small room, in the tallest tower of a grand castle. An aged man paced the length of the tower with a swish of his dark luminous cloak.
As the deafening thunder resounded within the untidy room he failed to glance up as he was lost within his chaotic thoughts.
Passing the span of his oak desk he was thoughtlessly stroking his long grey beard until he was interrupted by an owl was trying failingly to capture his attention by tapping on the wrought iron stained glass window.
He closed the distance between the window and himself in a matter of seconds and hurryingly let the shivering barn owl in from the ravaging wind of the storm.
The fatigued man released the owl from its burden by withdrawing an abnormally thin letter from its talons. Expressing no surprise, he read the letter which stated in messy scrawls:
The battle has begun. King Arthur requires your assistance.
L.
His once blazing young eyes had dimmed to a weary state, over the decades, burdened with the knowledge of terrible events he would be unable to prevent.
Looking up over his pince-nez glasses with a tiresome frown he unbelievingly whispered,
"So it has begun".
The whispers echoed in the room until being swept away by the rent less fury of the unforgiving storm.
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I know it's kinda melodramatic but it will get better later.this is part I of the prologue.I think there will be 2-3 parts of the prologue! Enjoy but don't forget! REVIEW! Please review.even one word reviews like.good.or.bad! Just review!