Chapter 1
Paris, France 2002
After the death of her father at the age of 9, Lana was left in the care of her grandparents who lived in France. Lana's grandparents gave her everything a young teenager could ever want. A home, clothes, car and a proper education, but what she wished for the most was love. Trailing her finger over the locket, she hummed to herself as she looked out her window. Books lined the shelf of her room as she drummed her fingers on her desk quietly. The 16 year old Lana sat down in front of her open journal as she rubbed her temple gently with two fingers. Her long tresses wrapped around the tip of her pen as as she tried to think of what to write in her novel. At a young age, Lana Cadet was a very famous author who traveled from country to country. Her grandparents were very proud of their young author and all that she accomplished at a young age.
Tapping her pen on the journal, she sighed to herself. Her ivory soft skin reflected beneath the light from her desk as her sweater dropped off one of her shoulders, showing off feminine lines. Long dark lashes swept down to cover her dark expressive eyes as she took a deep breath. Her eyes changed from a dark brown to honey gold as she let the images wash over her like a tidal wave.
*A tall man, always alone in the world, was quiet as he stared at the petite dark-haired woman by his side; his world had faded as he steeled his mind against the assault of darkness that encroached his mind, always fighting the monster that lived within him. He walked the earth in search of something as the battlefield scream of death and decay….The ground was littered with the bones of the fallen as he looked at his hands. The glowing sword disappeared as he looked into the dark eyes of the betrayer.*You will fail this night my friend.* The betrayer pointed what seemed to be his talon-like fingernail at the man, *I will not fail. It is you who has made me this way….* The woman laid across the dead man before the two of them, her tears fell as she wept over his broken body. He looked at the woman as he searched her eyes for any signs of life; she shook her head as he reached out to her with his hand.
The vision slowly faded into nothing as Lana looked down at her journal as she wrote another chapter in her book, Druid Nights. Tears ran unchecked as she cried over the man's long battle. Her eyes changed from brown to honey gold as she started to write in her journal about dragons, magic and men of honor and courage. They were helpless to watch as their world was ripped from them by the ones that were once their comrades.
Brasov, Romania 1000
Viktor Saviour stood tall, his eyes surveying the ground as he let the lightening sword dissolve within his grasp. He knelt down at his fallen brother's side, *Thom, I will avenge you my brother.* He closed the lifeless eyes as he watched his sister, Minya Saviour weep over their brother, ~ml~It wasn't suppose to end up this way brother. Her long blue-black hair cascaded over her dead brother's body as she cried. The stench of the undead, warriors and mages littered the ground as black smoke billowed from the battlefield. *Come sister, we must leave this place before HE returns. He held out his hand to his sister, but stopped as he sensed something. Something soft and feminine was weeping silently, it seemed far away and sad, he pushed it aside momentarily not having enough time to analyze it, his thought for his sister's safety was far more important. *I see that you are still alive old friend.* Viktor and his sister, Minya, turned to the sound of the voice. She stood up fast, *Monster! The man laughed as Viktor stopped his sister from approaching the sorcerer, *I see you still haven't learned a thing. Malick, the sorcerer, laughed harder, Viktor, you underestimate your opponent, yet again.
Xavier, the high-mage, approached slowly as he stood next to Viktor and Minya. *Please do not do this Malick. We can co-exist. There is no need for this violence. Malick turned his yellow eyes on Xavier, *You are an old fool. Bowing down to these weaklings. You should join me. Xavier shook his head, *You are wrong about them. Xavier put his staff in front of him and began to chant fast. A weaving barrier was erected fast as it slowly wrapped itself around Malick. The intricate weave swirled into a tight net as it started to bind the evil one. Malick grinned as he twisted and muttered softly to himself. The barrier exploded as he shook the weave off like an annoying fly, *You pathetic old man. You want to see 'true' power. I'll give you true power. Malick's hands were facing the group as he grinned; Viktor knew what he was doing and forced everyone down to the ground fast. Green electricity erupted from Malick's talons as he took aim at the group. Viktor winced in pain as the clothing and muscle from his back were peeled off from the green energy. Minya cried out as she felt every singe of pain from her brother's charred back. Malick watched as Viktor and the others were unharmed. His anger radiated from him.
~m~They are not destroyed. This cannot be. Before Viktor had a chance to retaliate, Malick had disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Standing up slowly with the others, Viktor growled in frustration, *He is gone. Xavier let out a sigh as he shook his head slowly, *Where did it all go wrong with Malick? Xavier looked out into the once lush field that was his homeland as Viktor spoke to him, *I do not know old friend, but we must get you to safety. Xavier shook his head again, *No, I will not hide. I will start again and build the school. To teach others to use magic properly.