Okay people, the much asked for fourth and fifth chapters have been uploaded, not much progress in the plot but I had to create some basic scenes.. Thanks for all the great reviews! You all are the best! Andrews
Chapter 5:
Chat about Chosen Ones
Thunder cracked in the distance followed by a short burst of lightning, and then a second later by another crash of thunder. Rain was falling at remarkable speed and was blanketing a dark landscape with precipitation. A wolf nearby a small house ran into a hollow tree to shield itself from the rain as yet another crash of thunder roared. It curled up into a deep sleep before awakening to another cymbal crash-like sound. But this time it wasn't the thunder but instead the wolf's hollow tree caving in from a huge blast of red light. The wolf ran from what was left of the tree and into the rain, looking for a new home until the storm would stop raging.
"Must you do that?" replied a cold raspy voice from the shelter of the house.
A young man around his twenties grinned.
"I like to have fun,"
He had long untidy gray hair than ran down the back of his neck and onto his back. His red pupils glowed with a certain evil around his clear eyes and he had a clean pale face, with neither a scratch nor scar upon it. His eyes seem to widen and glow a deeper red before he drew a black hood over his head.
The raspy voice came from a chair facing away from the red-eyed man and the chair itself was facing a large fireplace that was crackling over the burning firewood.
"Your 'fun' is going to get us seen,"
The red-eyed man scowled from behind his hood.
"You worry too much old man-"
"Don't mock my age!"
The fire from the fireplace burned harder and crackled louder as the tone rose from the raspy voice. After a few seconds the fire calmed and the fire began to burn as before.
"Whatever," said the red-eyed hooded man before putting on a pair of black gloves that had been lying on the leaking windowsill.
"Tell me what you saw again…" said the man behind the chair in his raspy voice.
The hooded man let out a long sigh as if he was annoyed by the question.
"I saw some boy in a weird blue hat using magic."
"Where?"
Again, the hooded man let out a long sigh.
"In the Duke's palace in Lumbridge…"
"How'd you get in there?"
This time the man grinned.
"I have many disguises,"
The fire seemed to hesitate before crackling for a few minutes and then burned as usual.
"…and how old was this boy?"
"I believe he said he was fourteen." The hooded man paused before asking, "It has been known to happen you know, boy's get a hold of runes and use magic sometimes despite the laws, so why do you have such an interest in this?"
The hooded man turned to face the chair.
"Because he controlled the magic you idiot. Boys can't control magic, most men can't even withstand their power, which is why no one's allowed to hold runes unless they have special permits made by those wizard fools."
The red-eyed man grinned beneath his hood.
"Never stopped me…"
"The point is," the raspy voice continued sounding annoyed at the hooded man's comment. "This boy is special. He is obviously a chosen one."
"Your really think that?" the hooded man asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised." Was the only sentence said from the chair before a wrinkled hand reached for a glass of red wine on a table beside the chair. "You showed signs at an early age did you not?" He took a sip from the glass.
"Yes, but not that early," replied the hooded man.
"Then that's it, isn't it? He must be a chosen. A strong chosen he may even be… You know your job…"
"Yes," said the red-eyed man smiling, small perfectly shaped sharp white teeth showing. "I do."
The hooded man opened the door and exited this time with a long sword in its sheath fastened to his black robes…