Hey everyone, this will be new story I will be working on. Let me know what you think. I currently plan Chapter 2 to go up on June 24, at 6 pm PST but for every review that I get from this point onward, I will move up the update time by one hour.
Prologue
In a remote park, south of London, two people got out of a car very late in the evening. There was nobody nearby and one look at the new visitors and you would be certain it was planned that way. Their faces were covered but one could easily make out their shapes even in the darkness. The driver was a big glob of a man, making you wonder how he fit into the tiny red car in the first place, and the passenger was an extremely wiry frame of a woman.
They both came around to the back of their car and seemed to nervously give a look around, making sure no prying eyes were on them. Satisfied that they were indeed alone, they opened the boot and started dragging a small sack out of it. Once it was out, the man slung the sack over his back and gave another glance around the car while the woman closed the boot.
Wordlessly, the couple headed into a small, wooded area. And although not a resident of the place, the man seemed intimately familiar with the surrounding woods as he made a beeline for a small desolate shack that stood in ruins towards the heart of the woods. The woman stuck close by, playing with the hem of her sweater and jumping at every sound that the man would make. After walking for another fifteen minutes, they reached the shack and the man made straight for a dried up well that lay beside the shack. Wasting no time, he threw the sack into the well and it landed ten meters down with a soft thud. Their job done, the man and the woman beat a hasty retreat back to their car and sped away into the darkness.
Now if one were to rewind the clock just an hour back, they would find themselves with the very same couple in a small suburban home in the town of Whinging, Surrey. It was dinner time at the house, and sat at the head of the dining table was the very same glob of a man now paired with an equally glob of a face, besides the man was the wiry woman with an almost horse like face to match her stick like figure, and on the other side of the man was sat who could only be an offspring of the two. This may lead you to imagine a disturbing set of circumstances from which the offspring came by, but it is highly suggested you don't go down that road for the sake of the your sanity.
The dinner looked like a perfectly normal family event were it not for a scrawny boy with vivid green eyes and a harsh red scar on the forehead that had been serving the three sat at the table. The boy couldn't be more than eight years old but one could easily mistake him to be much younger with his small figure. He was dressed in clothes that would be thrown out at even the donation center and his body four sizes too small to make them fit. One glance at the boy and it would send every child protective service members' alarm bells going haywire.
The three at the dinner table seemed to be talking animatedly after finishing their dinner, making it a point to ignore the boy as he tried to carry a large plate of pudding to the table. The little boy struggled with the heavy plate, desperately trying not to drop it, but after having not eaten anything the entire day, his arms were feeling very heavy. As he slowly made his way towards the table, he missed a piece of tomato that he had dropped on his way earlier, and as he stepped on it, his foot gave a small slip. He caught himself but watched with horror as the plate in his hands went crashing down on to the marble flooring in the dining room. The loud crash put all end to the table's conversations and the three immediately swung to look at the boy with varying looks of anger.
The man swung out of his chair, his face purpling with rage as he wasted no time in storming over to the cowering young boy and swinging his right arm like a baton. The fist connected to the boy's face with a sickening crunch and the boy fell to the floor with his cheek broken open in an ugly gash. What followed would send most people into anger like they have never experienced before, making most consider that even killing would be merciful for the man that stood towering before a young boy as he continued to pour his anger out. This was unfortunately not the first time the boy had suffered at the house, he had been mistreated by them since he was just a one-year-old baby, but today was certainly the worst. Blow after blow came at the boy as the woman and their offspring simply watched, neither looking appalled nor caring at what was happening before their eyes. The man finally stopped after another ten minutes of venting his anger, and it was only then he realized that he may have gone too far.
The young boy, lay bloodied and broken on the marble floor, his breathing incredibly slow and his body unmoving.
Back to the present, the mysterious trip late at night, the nervous looks, and the strange sack, come to paint a very suspicious picture. And indeed, at the bottom of the dried well, in a sack, lay a dying boy. A boy that had suffered more in his life than any child ever should, and as something within him fought to keep him alive, his body was beginning to give up. He had no one in this world to save him, no parents, no siblings, and his only family the one to leave him there.
But just as all hope lay lost, and the boy began to take his final breaths, the shack above him exploded in fire and a legend lost in the myths appeared out of the shadows. She had waited too long for her to lose the boy she knew to be her bonded. She moved to the well and with one small snarl, she and the boy vanished from the woods, only to reappear at the front door of a castle, or back in the old days referred to as the Shade stronghold.
She let out a roar that shook the castle to it's very core and soon the front door slowly opened to show a very pale young woman. The woman's red eyes widened at the sight before her for a moment before she fell to her knees in a show of respect. The creature let out a small warning growl before gently pushing the sack she had brought towards the woman. The woman confused at first slowly opened the sack, but her eyes turned a vicious red at what she saw lay within it. She looked up to the creature with a stony face and gave her a firm nod before swiftly getting up and gently carrying the boy inside. She knew time was of the essence if she were to save this boy, the boy that she knew was the last remaining heir to the house of Shade.