A/N: Hello all! I'm sure everyone's been wondering when I was goin' to update and such...Sorry this has been delayed but I did lose my internet connection and then when I could regain my connection I ended up moving and having to pack up my stuff...But I'm back now and I will do all I can to update this story as much as possible. I really hope those reading are enjoying themselves...Therefore, here are the next two chaps of this story. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE-THE SAVIORS
Pained screams filled the air as a young woman shot up in her bed, sweaty and sore. Gasping for fresh air, she struggled an almost losing battle with thick blankets about her bare legs. Stumbling to shaky feet, holding her stomach as muscles screamed in protest, she hastily ran from a lonely dark room.
Running down the twisted maze of halls, she screamed in shrill sounds for the one person who could help her, "Mentor Isaac! Mentor Isaac! Please!" Pain, fear, anguish filled those sobs as heavy salty tears flowed freely down the saddened furry face. She paid no attention to the loss of control over her body and mind as she tried in vain to flush out the horrifying vision, childishly believing in nightmares.
Within hearing distance, various figures stumbled from doors, still dressed in nightwear. Blurry eyes speared the fetal positioned girl, whose sobs still call out for her mentor. Said mentor suddenly floated through the marble floor. The middle-aged creature, barely visible within the dark shadows and low lighting, gazed at the teary eyed child, "Child, what has you in such pain?"
Still sobbing, unable to stop, she relived the horrific dream continuously in her mind's eye, "He's in pain! So close to death."
All barely catch those last breathed words as Mentor Isaac quickly veered his questions to reveal her dream. "Who? What did you see?"
Red-rimmed eyes glowed with a feral glint, as she looked the ghostly male in a direct gaze. His calm demeanour helped her to grasp the shaky pictures into a whole painting. Shaky, sorrowful, low tones, "I see a small boy but older than he looks. He was at first locked in a tiny room. His window barred but left open at all times. A fear so real it could be tasted, felt. A large man comes for him, dragging him by the throat, almost choking him. He fears him, vulnerable with no help. A voice threatening with rage in tune with his cries of pain. Taken from the room, down the stairs, and pushed into a small cupboard like closet. Cruel laughter and the man follow the boy inside. In the dark, waves of pain and fear, sounds of breaking and ripping. Even when the screams die it never stops! It never stops!"
He listened to the description. Her dream sounded to real to be fake. This vision came close to a possible link his council had wished to track. "Gather the council!" He won't let this go by untracked. His fellow mentors and students hurried away, some to bed and some to do as told. Turning to his young charge, "Tell me more, if you can." He had to be sure.
Her sobbing slowly died away, leaving behind an exhausted visionary. "Thin, almost without food for years. So young in looks but old by spirit. Black hair, emerald eyes. A scar on his forehead, a lightening bolt. Marks, pain, and near death with cold. Draped across a large unmoving object. Darkness."
"Very good. See the elves. Then get some sleep." He watched as the exhausted child slowly made her way to the elves residing in a deeper part of the building. Sighing, he turned away to make his way from the endless mazes of corridors and halls to the largest room residing inside.
Against the far wall resided eleven various leaders of creatures. Each ruled over a specified group of non-humans. Now they sat primly behind one large wooden desk like table, barely looking awake. One proceeded over the others as spokes-person. "Mentor Isaac, we are led to believe you sounded a call for the council at this hour."
The ghostly male drifted closer, eyes downcast in reverence. "One of my charges, Evia, has had a vision. She at first believed it a dream, a nightmare, but the little details I had received makes me believe we have found the child, the human. The description also leads me to believe the actions have already passed. We are his only chance at possible survival from the pain he has already suffered."
Low murmurs erupted from the council. For centuries the realm had learned of a prophecy yet to be fulfilled. A seer had prophesied that their world would collide with a human, not just any human but a wizard. He would suffer at the hands of those he truly wished to trust, his safety torn away. Before the council reigned, their elders had sworn to find and protect this child, as well as train him.
Voices were concerned at first; "This is no place for a human! They've all but destroyed our kind in their realms!"
"We can't possibly make him one of us!"
The spokes-person refused to listen, "We know all this but our elders had made this promise. We have sworn to uphold such promise and we are honour-bound to retrieve him." He continued in earnest, "I believe this young man could prevail under our care."
A low voice glided from a lonely cloaked figure, a figure that had yet to speak or acknowledge the other ten members. "The elders had recorded the seer's vision. /A human born of will and magic. A child to stand as an equal to an evil born of demons only to fall to death. A wizard of pure and want, abandoned during times of need, will stand at HER side./" Silence reined the room as the words flowed like honey, "I know this human. Our lady has asked for him, she knows he is the one. The one demon, she once revered,has turned against her, she wants his head! He has duped her long enough with lies and deceit, which are now null and void. With all our help the boy can stand strong and powerful."
Again low murmurs echoed as all fell to agreement, "Send us the twins. They should be able to find him. If the vision is true, alert the elves for a late visitor. Tell them to be ready for more healers if needed."
Mentor Isaac nodded with respect. "I shall tell the elves myself." As he began to shimmer, a bell like sound echoed with a sorrowful song. Two identical robed and hooded figures appear, heads bowed.
A soft feminine tone echoed as both talk as one, "We have been summoned?"
The only other robed covered figure piped up, "We, the council, have received a latent vision that the prophecy has been fulfilled. You are on retrieval. You will find and bring the boy to us, as well as anything belonging to him."
Two nods were timed as one motion. Glowing emerald eyes peered at the council as a connection delved into their minds for all details of the child. Together they reached out to the world around them in hopes of finding him. A thin but strong tug yanked the two women from their world, causing them to shimmer into nothing, and reappeared on a street called Privet Drive.
In one house a lone owl stood in sleepy concern. Hedwig refused to allow the darkness to overcome her until her master returned. Then in her mind she felt a gentle prodding, someone was searching for her master to help. In excitement and hope she reached out for them, dragging the connection closer.
The twins look about as the tugging became harder and hopeful. Minds melding together they allowed the connection to drag them close. Shimmering smoke drifted through the open but barred window. Warm concerned eyes watched as the twins turn whole.
One turned to her sister, a husky lilt to her voice, "Is this the place?"
Her twin had a childlike sweetness dripping from her tone, the only way to tell them apart, "We saw the details. She," gloved hands pointed to the snowy owl, "led us here."
Looking about the tiny bare room, both wondered where the boy was. "Ask her where he is." The husky lilt caused the owl to shiver as the other twin faced her. Another gentle prod in her mind caused Hedwig to softly hoot.
A smile could be heard in the woman's voice, "She last saw him being dragged out. You search here for anything as his, she will identify it as his by the soft hooting. I'll search elsewhere."
"No, my sister. You understand her. I will search." The nod allowed the husky lilting twin to sweep out the door. In concentration the lone twin stretches her inherent gift of living spirit magic to find a barely live thread. She followed that sensation down the stairs to a small cupboard beneath said stairs.
A sweep of her gloved hand had yanked the door open silently. She almost retched at the smell of strong tangy blood. Forcing passed the strong smell, emerald glowing eyes allowed her to see a half naked, brutally beaten, and bloody body of a young male. He lay perfectly still, almost dead except for the painful short gasps, draped across a bloody trunk.
Her twin arrived with a shimmering announcement. In one hand she held the owl's cage. "Oh no. Poor child."
"Help me." Together the twins carefully dragged the boy from his prison. Outside the tiny room they could see the painfully thinned boy with limp clumps of black hair. On his forehead laid the lightening bolt shaped scar. One twin pried open a single eye to reveal clouded emerald. "It's him."
A soft hoot alerted the other twin to see a snowy wing point inside. "I've got the trunk." The said trunk floated with grace and silence to their side. Uncaring of the dried blood, still wet in some spots, they arranged themselves in sitting positions. "Hold onto him tightly. I will invoke the magic from these lines about us." Both women just barely made out the faint magical auras as the twin drew in the magic. Using the boost, they connect minds to disappear with an abrupt pop.
Unknowingly, they had allowed the magic to fail in its protection. This failing caused the wards about the tiny home to shatter and alarms to ring.