Chapter two: The arrival

"There they are! Get them!" The enemy was approaching. Their lances drawn, they poured into the throne room. The queen was still extremely calm in this grim situation, she merely smiled. How could she smile? We were about to die!

The Animagi closed in, surrounding me and advancing toward the queen. There's too many of them, I thought. We'll never defeat them all!

"That is why you will not fight, Glenn. It is your destiny to live" the queen spoke. Had she read my mind? How did she do that?

"Goodbye, chosen one" Before I had chance to ask about this, I was slammed down onto the cold, hard marble floor. Everything seemed to blur out of my vision, I couldn't even look at my hand properly. Suddenly, loud gasps could be heard all around me. I looked up, and the enemies were stunned! I managed to look at my hand one more time: it was transparent. After that I lost all control over my body, and the room seemed to dim, fade away, until I could no longer see. My eyes began to sting, a pain surged through me, and I twitched in horror as my body began to change: my hands seemed to bend and click, my feet twisted backwards! Then my neck became limp, and a blur of colors surrounded me.

Am I…dying? Then, I lost consciousness.

Lyon wandered the planes of Erathia, wondering how he had lost the battle against the Animagi one month ago. The power they used was different from his. His power came from water and ice, but theirs formed some kind of invisible force… It was hard to describe. I must master it, he thought. I could teach it to Glenn… But his thoughts stopped there. He had forgotten Glenn was gone. Queen Felon had explained it was for his own good. If he was converted to their side, who knows what information they could have tortured out of him. After all, Erathia's chosen was very powerful indeed, and if two of the chosen merged, there would be no telling what could happen…
The chosen's destiny was to become powerful enough to re-seal the ultimate demon, an evil intent on destroying everything. But some 32 years ago, the chosen failed, and the demon escaped. Morphs were known to work for the demons, and they were once attempting to kill everything. This is why it was strictly forbidden to summon Morphs. You could call it racism. It wasn't the Morph's fault, it's in their blood. But since there were no demons around, they were just like average humans. But now, one is out there… The ultimate demon, destined to destroy us all. It was all blamed on the chosen. The failed chosen are slaughtered without mercy. Glenn would also have been ruthlessly killed, if it wasn't for her majesty. She used that wonderful staff of hers to escape and send Glenn far away. Lyon and the queen were the only survivors from the palace. They assumed new identities and stayed in hiding for months. Lyon would go out to train or bring food back, under the identity of Liam Batre. He was respected for his skills once more, but he would take no apprentices. The queen was a skilled magic user, and was also respected. The Animagi took control of the palace, and no person, no matter the reason was permitted inside. Many curious people tried to find out what was happening, most of them were killed.
The Morphs were hunted down and destroyed, leaving no trace. Another month passed, with no news of the chosen, until one night, the queen woke Lyon.

"Awaken, Lyon. Please. We must move"

"Huh? Your majesty? I haven't heard that name in weeks"

"We have been detected. They found my connection to the chosen. It has become active"

"What? Glenn's Alive? Are you sure?"

"I am sure of it, but we must hurry. I sense they are approaching. They have come to destroy us" The queen looked anxious. Lyon quickly packed his items, and they fled the town. Once in the country, Queen Felon had used her rod and they vanished.

The Animagi forces arrived at Liam Batre's house.

"Search everywhere! Those scumbags must be eliminated" The first soldier boomed.

"Inside! Quickly!" The commander of their forces bellowed. "Turn the place upside down! And when you finish your search, search again!"

After an hour and a half's thorough searching, they found nothing.

"What? Gone without a trace? The master will not be pleased with you!" He roared at them.

When Glenn couldn't bear it anymore, he begged the soldiers to stop, that he would just die. The searing pain of Glenn's ripping flesh seemed to lighten. The colors around him seemed to blur into view, and Glenn hit the ground with a thud. It was soft, white ground, and Glenn could hear the gentle thud of rain. He was however still paralyzed and wounded. Those were the worst few moments of my life, He thought to himself, as he lay there, helpless. Powerless to move or even speak. As he lay there, he realized he was shivering. Where am I? Why is it… So cold? The chosen ones were resistant to any physical problems or diseases in their kingdoms. Wait… Could it be…? Had the queen sent him away from Erathia? I must be abroad, He thought to himself. It was then that he saw his own blood staining the perfectly white floor he was on. He winced at it, and then realized it wasn't rain that was pouring down – it was the white stuff. He was in the middle of a blizzard, but he had never seen snow before. Erathia was a hot country, and he had spent his whole life there. He was unaware of the observer when he passed out, but in his mind, a strange rock had appeared before him.

"You must be the chosen one… Yet you are in no condition to fulfill your destiny. Rest, child of the earth, and I will leave you in the hands of the hero"

These words seemed to echo throughout his soul.

"Welcome to the world of Weyard, chosen one" another voice spoke to his soul.

"Indeed…" One more voice echoed into him.

"Beware of your own power. The path you choose will affect your life." Another new voice spoke.

The rock with the huge eye spoke again:

"Do not be fooled by the evil one's tricks… Do not be led astray. You are no longer in the world of Théa. Your welfare is of utmost importance. Or mankind will lead itself to its own destruction." He closed his eyelid then opened it again.With its last words, the eye vanished, and a chain of memories followed. At the palace, the plains, learning to use a sword, being a baby, all these memories lasted a fraction of a second, finally ending with the queen saying "Goodbye, chosen one"