'Fir wands are wands of a survivior, stay strong Mr. Aurum, may you live a long and happy life.' -Ollivander
Prologue
run
survive
run
run
live
That's what echoes inside my mind, to run very far away. I still feel the heat blasted behind me, my back scorched and forced to face the rippling winds as I ran. My feet muddled with grime. How many minutes has passed. . .how many miles it seems I cannot even fathom time. I was sure it was last midnight and near dawn. I can see it, the sunlight flickering on the distant behind the cold looming pine trees. The chilled air slowly freezes my lungs with each breath I painstakingly took. I forced every step, pacing faster till I cannot anymore.
then it happened
spots filled my vision
I drop, helpless and cold. Tucking my self in a ball in a hopeless attempt to survive. Is this the end? I ask myself. Deity damn it all. Life is so cruel, yet death is much more so. I bite my lip drowning the shiver that came. Warm liquids trace down my cheek and drop to the snow, melting it efficiently. I cannot anymore, I feel my mind drift away. My soul so tiresome of the years of neglect and abuse it faced. My body cannot last. . .
I accept my cruel fate and close my eyes, letting myself succumb to darkness. When I hear a fwhip and clicking then a halt.
"Is that?No it can't be after the war just ended. . ."
"It seems to be, the stars said it all, Darius did it not declare a youngling would soon cross our border and start their path to greatness"
another click could be heard
"Come Darius, lets tend to the youngling and may the stars guide him in his path."
"Yes, Kraos"