In ruined castle, there is only one tower standing, though it is very close to falling down. Vines crawl up its surface in creep into the broken windows, and the inside is coated with a thick film of dust. But on this night, if you look closely at the tallest window, you will notice a flicker of light- fire. And, if you were so curious as to put on your slippers and grab your torch, creep down and out of Bloor's academy, and stand before the doorway, you will notice that the boards have been wrenched off the entrance, and the door stands slightly ajar. Then, if you are brave enough to climb up the creaky staircase in the dark, and stealthy enough not to be heard, you will reach a large room at the very top, larger than you ever anticipated. For, since this room was created by the endowed, the inside is much bigger than the outside. And if you were to venture inside the room, you would notice a large amount of people gathered around a girl, not so far from your own age, tied to a magnificent throne. Theses people were very different, from every different race, nationality, and culture you could ever dream up, but they all had one important Similarity- they were all slightly transparent. And, if your name was Charlie Bone, You would be here, trying to save your friend, Olivia.
As Charlie Bone put his slippers on, grabbed his torch, crept out of Bloors academy and stood at the door, he was relieved to see that the boards had been wrenched off the entrance, leaving the door slightly ajar, nervously climbed the staircase, he was not quiet, nor stealthy. Actually, as he was about to step on the last step, it broke and an immense number of bats poured out of it, shrieking as they flew out into the darkness. Charlie lost his balance and fell, uttering a highly audible, "whoa!" as he fell down the spiral staircase. He hoped that no one had heard him, but his wish had not come true.
"What have you been doing, young boy? Spying on us, I hope not? Maybe he was just innocently curious about the commotion." As Charlie looked up, he noticed a large quantity of people- transparent people-staring at him menacingly. Brushing the dust off him, he stood up.
"What have you done with Olivia?" he asked, yelling. He assumed that since they were transparent, he could walk through them, as he could with Ben, and that they could not hurt him. Well, he was right about one thing.
HE ran through them, and as he did, he felt the familiar sense of being pushed under icy cold water. An African man lifted up a large knife and swung it at Charlie, who foolishly tried to swipe it away. To his shock and surprise, a rush of blood tricked down from his pinky finger, which was no longer there. A wave of pain, shock and terror came over him. These are the worst enemies in the world, he thought as he collapsed in pain, screaming. They can hurt you more than you could, but you can't do a thing to them.
Charlie was picked up and brought upstairs to a room that was larger inside than outside, and he was thrown down against a large, tattered throne. Beneath the terror and pain he felt in his mind, his sub-conscious said to him, this is the Red king's throne. This is the most powerful throne in the world. It holds both dark and good power. Many a descendant of the Red king sat on this throne, died on this throne. You are standing before the one thing your great aunts and their followers, and their leaders truly desire. It was a comforting thought, but all Charlie wanted was his finger back.
And then, the ceremony began. The people began their chants, and one made Charlie sit up. He noticed how blood-stained his shirt, tie and cape was. He also noticed who was tied to the chair- Olivia Vertigo, with her natural mousy brown hair, and a ripped, yellowed medieval-style dress, fighting for her freedom with a frightened look on her face. Looking down and seeing Charlie covered in blood made her face pale and strewn with horror.
"Charlie! NO! Anyone but Him! No! What have you done to him? Please, Stop! Don't hurt him anymore! OK, I'll do it! Just… Don't hurt him anymore…"
Cheers erupted from the mouths of their see-throughable captors, and then they untied Olivia. An old, wise-looking man came before her.
"You agree to willingly give up your life, your fate, and your dreams of reality to join the dreamer's society, to let the very atoms of your being be distributed across the world itself, and slowly change its fate, saving the ones that ignorantly and blissfully walk across its face?"
Tearfully, Olivia answered with a reluctant, "yes."
"Do you agree to never turn back on you decision, no matter what the consequences hidden from you as you take this oath, to let the bloods spill and make the sacrifice worth-while?"
After a while of think it through, Olivia choked out a "yes" between sobs.
With a hidden, mysterious smile, one meant to keep secrets, the man said, "let the sacrifice begin, then."
Ok, sorry It took so long! I had to improve m writing, and most importantly, gain new ideas! I think this one'll have to be put up to a rating, "T" cuz it's a little dark… O well, I hope you liked it!