This is my prologue to my new story (more like a long novel) I'm working on. Enjoy!
Prologue: An Uncertain Death
Stealth of the night went through quietly in the trees. The wind was silent, taking a nice rest around the Godfin's old black mansion. Despite the fact it was in the middle of nowhere, it looked astounding. It stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of Dallas, Texas. A fence of black steel bars surrounded the flat land. The mansion was just a few yards away, resting on top of a hill. Right along the road, was the gate to the Godfin's home.
In the darkness, someone stood in front of it. A teenage boy, shivering in the cold of night. He was wearing black pants with chains dangling off of them, and jet-black hair that dropped to his white T-shirt. His feet were bare and stood on the cold dirt. His peircing blue eyes stared down onto the earth. A horde of crows were pecking at his feet. One crow in particular gazed on him with a glare. The boy spat on the ground with disgust. "I know what your thinking" he whispered, quietly. "You don't want me to do it, do you?" The black bird gave him a curt nod, continuing his gaze. The boy spat again "Like I care what you think. I'm doing it. This is the only way the readings won't come true, and we can rule our land. Don't you want that Doberly?" He glared at the bird, waiting for a reply. There was pause for a moment. The crow cawed in response and gave him a Fine-do what-you-want look. The boy sighed and softened his gaze. "I give you my thanks" he said, simply.
The group of crows dissapeared as dawn approached. It's time, his thoughts rang out. The boy leaped into the air and landed softly on the other side of the gate. He walked slowly to the door of the mansion. Only just a few moments more, he reminded himself, and it's mine. Without hesitation, he tore the door down with his bare foot and stepped inside, seeming like nothing happened. His ears rang as he heard the alarm go off. Peering inside, this house was huge. The living room was right in front of him, and in the corner was a spiral staircase, leading upstairs. He raced up the stairs and searched in many rooms. Bathrooms that he couldn't count, a laundry room, six guest rooms, and a playroom. But he couldn't find any rooms where someone was sleeping in.
He stopped into a room that was a the end of the hallway. Another guest room, but this one seemed different. There was a pink bed in the corner. Next to it was a dresser with a clock and lamp on top. A portrait sat beside the lamp. Two little girls with a father behind them at a sandy beach. The boy examined it closely. One of the girls had bright red hair tied back into a ponytail. She was building a sand castle in her tye-dyed colored bathing suit. The other one had midnight black hair, that draped a little passed her shoulder blades. She was examining a hermit crab crawling on the sticky sand. The boy looked at the black haired one for a slight moment, and then turned his gaze to the other one. That was her, he finally relized. The one would do impossible things in his land, as said so in the stories. And she was only a human. That's never going to happen, he thought bitterly, because the stories aren't going to come true after I'm done here.
Suddenly, he heard a rustle in the background. He turned around quickly to see that it was the family. The father stood in front of his daughters with a bar in his hand. He glanced breifly behind him. The red haired girl looked like she wanted to fight, but only to see her sister was holding her back. His gaze was back on the father, only to see the hint of fear in his sea-green eyes. "Why the hell are you here" he managed to ask. The boy only chuckled at the question. He stayed silent with a smirk on his face. He charged toward him and shoved him out of the way. In his pocket he pulled out a dagger. It looked like it had never been used for bloodshed. This dagger only had scatches on it because of chopping trees or doing handwork. As he approached the girls, his eyes were all on the red head. Her face had fear as he came closer and closer. To his surprise, her sister came in front of her and tried to scare him off. "Like you have a chance" he murmured to the girl. But all she did was stare at him, deep into his eyes. The boy stopped for moment and looked into the eyes, like he was in a trance. Those blue eyes were the reason he stopped dead, like they were connected.
After what seemed an hour, he shook off the trance and shoved her out of the way. He raised his dagger and looked down on the little girl. Her face was filled with horror. This was it. He was to plunge this dagger into her heart and she would be dead. Dead of what the stories prophecised. That this girl would ruin his element and the Shadow people would be dead. But that was not going to happen. Never. Now that he was here and was about to do his terrible deed. He closed his eyes and stabbed into her chest. The blood was raining down on his face. He could hear screams in the background. His eyes opened and he stood. Now he looked down at his finished work, about to put on a satisfied face. Instead, it was unhappy. The little girl wasn't dead. Not a drop of blood was on her. Her father was dead. Lying on the floor and blood spreading on the floor. "Dammit!" The boy spat. This was not his day. He looked at the two daughters crying over his body. He smiled now. This was his chance. He appraoched slowly again, but now wasn't the time. Sirens were ringing outside the house. The boy looked around, wondering how the humans could've knew. Then he noticed a phone nearby dangling off the table next to the bed. The kid called the police, he relized, when I was about to kill her sister.
The boy turned back to the girls, and saw that the red-haired girl was glaring at him - with hatred. Her eyes were beaming. For some reason, that stare was so hard, the boy felt his knees about to fall to the floor. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew him away, crashing through the window in the bedroom. He heard voices everywhere - of his past, present, and future. Everything was getting darker and darker, until he fell unconsious.
He heard a caw, and everything around him was light. The boy sat up. He was in a cave, covered in a bed made with twigs and leaves sown together. A fire was next to him, burning bright. He winced as he lifted his left arm and he looked down. It was wrapped with a bandage of bannana leaves. He looked beside him and saw a raven. A jet-black raven that was among the crows last evening. The raven's pupils were dark as space itself. "W-what happened, Doberly?" the boy asked it. The raven cawed angrily at him. The boy sighed "So, I'm vanished back here in Lindonen. And my left arm got cut on the way - you say? Don't worry Doberly. I know you're upset - but my mission isn't over yet." The raven gave a small, sad caw and flew off out of the cave.
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I hope yall like it. I'm workin on Chapter 1 right now, but it's kinda boring...... Stay cool peeps and please COMMENT!!!
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