Chapter 11
Far away in an unknown place three unidentified humanoid creatures emerged from the blazing fire of a manor. Corpses were lying motionless. Some of them were disfigured so badly that you couldn't recognize them. Some of the carcasses were not human body at all. Everything was destroyed and every single human being were murdered merciless. Men, women, elders and children no one escaped. No one excluded. Everyone was killed except one. He still standing, limping with his wand in his right hand. His body bloodied all over and he knew he didn't have much time left. He needed to inform the others. Rodriguez, the Protector of the Gate 451 – 456, was the last person standing in the fight. He was surrounded by corpses of unknown creatures that had attacked him and all his family in their manor. He knew he didn't have enough time to inform the other Protectors but the least he could do was to sacrifice himself to make the Gate 451 – 456 immerged with the First Gate guarded by John Leviathan. He knew he shouldn't put that burden to Leviathan but he didn't have any choice.
The Gates had been under the protection of the Protectors and the Gate Keeper for thousands of years. But ever since the Salem Witch Trials, many of the Protectors believed the bloodline of Ardelean that was given the duty as the Gate Keeper, had died. Only the Gate Keeper could close the Gate and separate the two worlds from colliding. The Protectors could only protect the human world from being invaded by them and strengthen the barriers around the Gate. For more 300 years, the Protectors whom believed the Ardeleans were still alive, had searched them all over the world.
Now, he's the only one left in his family, the Rodriguez family. 'Why now?' he thought, 'For more than a thousand year they had been quiet. Why now?'
But now, they had attacked and killed all his family. He must merge all the six Gates under Leviathans protection. At least by doing so, every protector would be warned that the Gate had been breached once again. And he knew this time there would be no one to close it. There will be chaos in this world. Rodriguez felt his eyes stung because he knew when that time come, all of his friends and comrades would be suffer.
Then, he remembers something, an old prophecy passed down generation by generation in all the Protectors families for more than thousands of years. His eyes widened as he realised the timing is too coincidence. The second Wizarding War. The worst war in the history of the wizarding world. Few months ago, he had felt something was shifting in the magic that was holding the Statue.
'How far we had strayed?' he thought miserably. But he knew there's nothing he could do now. Except this… he took out an ancient dagger that he carried around all the time. It was inherited in his family for generations. Then, he drew a pentacle symbol with the addition LXVI in the middle of the symbol on his left palm.
The three humanoid creatures were approaching him, darkness and evil swirling around them. Before they could have reached him, he was surrounded with a white light. Little by little he became non-existent and at the same time, the Gates become more disappearing, leaving only void. He left the world with sadness and regrets. As soon as the creatures realised it, they released their dark auras and frustrated unhuman howls. The whole surrounding areas were shaking like there had been an earthquake. A sign they had send with the meaning 'We have Return!'