Chapter 2
The moon slowly wandered on the night sky, finding itself at the highest spot. The blanket of stars hovered upon the large castle in the land that time forgot.
The moonlight showered into the hallway, falling upon the large crystal door. Two male guards were standing outside of a door, conversing with one another.
"How much longer he going to be doing this?" asked the older guard.
"I don't know," said the taller guard. "but you know the rules, any bets for you."
"This punishment is torture."
"It's been 2 days, Faye."
"Well...I suppose I just wait another few days then. Our leader won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
Inside the room they were guarding, a very old man was meditating. He had been meditating consecutively for about few weeks now, feeding on the magic energy of nearby magic giant luminous gem for survival.
In his meditation he pictures himself sailing in a small boat, in the middle of an endless ocean. In this vast ocean, he was currently fishing. He felt a small tug on the fishing rod and began to reel it in. Suddenly, that small tug grew and began pulling the boat in whatever direction it wanted. A massive storm began to brew and lightning nearly hit his boat.
A really thunder clapped overhead, causing him to open his eyes. To his old ears, totally ignorant of the outside world, it sounded all too much like the unexpected wave of magic energy that can only mean one thing. The Seal of Protection has been broken.
"Someone found the Book of First Elders."
Meanwhile in a completely different place, a mysterious character lay with his eyes closed, curled up inside the magic charged crystal as its power slowly fed into his body. He was called...
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The Red General.
The first time he had been labeled by that term had been many years ago, when he had roamed the land alone, proud, wanting make his father proud of him to the near point to start considering get the Titan's heart for him, the only valuable possession he had to his name by that time, and purpose in life.
War had been raging for more than two decades since the late leaders of witches and demons, Enchantra and Abraxas, had been slain at the hands of those who his father had called "Hive".
The witches and the demons refuse to accept the new order.
And with the disobedience, came war along with pillaging… and death.
He had arrived to the old County, sent by his father when he came to age and started to pose a real threat to their enemies.
"The Red General" they had dubbed him, and not just by his crimson glowing eyes, but his sanguinary way to deal with the enemy.
The man had been a butcher, even by the Demon Realm standards.
He always liked to kill, and damn good at it.
But in the night of this memorable day, he was forced to stop killing and hide in the crystal.
His father and his army were defeated by an enemy even more powerful than they were. So, he had to burrow himself in quickly.
And waited for the day when he can take his revenge, avenge his father's death, and find his lost legacy.
Today, that day has finally come!
He could feel it in his pulse.
The nearly forgotten feel, seeping into his body from every direction as he lay entombed in his crystalline cocoon. He heard a familiar voice in his head, the one who said he must find the book.
His red eyes snapped open at the vision of a book. The one old book that leaving a burned picture in his memory. He flexed his muscles and focused, cracking the crystal around him.
A/N: Ok, next chapter will be taking place at Owl House again. I will try and have regular updates but no promises.