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Preface:
As Mana laid on the sandy beach of Barcelona, Spain, bleeding from his wounds that were inflicted upon him by something or someone unknown, he thought of one last thought before he closed his eyes, ‘Why are the stars so bright when one is on the surface? So bright…’
CH. 1
Dandedon sighed as he laid his chin in his palm. He’s had enough of searching for his buyer’s house. Dandedon sat at the edge of the town square’s fountain, trying to figure out where possible the buyers house could be. He looked down at his feet, then starring at the coble stones under them, he glared at one cracked stone, ‘Such an oddity,’ thought Dandedon. He looked up at the sky, ‘Well…so am I.’ thought Dandedon, as several bystanders starred at him. When he looked at them, they whispered something between each other before they quickly turned and left of fear that he might notice them. ‘Too late human,’ Dandedon thought angrily. He lowered his head again to stare at the odd cobble stone once more. He, Dandedon, knew why the humans feared him, it was because he was a sorcerer, a well built, 6 foot tall with fine features, sorcerer. He usually wore Onyx Gentleman clothes, such as a coat, classic shirt, vest, trousers, shoes, and gloves. He also always never left without his Deemon hat, leg and arm warmers, skull collar, star hanger, his messenger bag, and his caster. His hair is cropped short, color, black, his eyes had no pupils, just sort of a blue glow to them. Of course, when it comes to sorcerers, they always had some sort of a marking, descended through their blood to distinguish one another from humans and other creatures. His lineage, was the most powerful of all. His markings, when he turned 14, sprung up from underneath his skin, his blood, forming a pattern. His pattern was the same for every male in his family since the birth of his very first ancestor, Ol’ Nick.
‘Well, instead of describing myself to who knows whom, I better look for her house before it’s too late.’ Dandedon thought and looked up at the sky once more, it was getting dark. Dandedon got up, patted his pants for dust, patted his deemon bag to make sure all the contents were there. And once he was sure he had everything on him and with him, he whispered a word for only the humans to hear “Erado.” (Erase) Every single human present and not, stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes telling him that they forgot who he was, and once he knew, he, with one hand, gripped tightly his caster, closed his eyes, raised it a foot in the air, and chanted, “Rector mihi versus vox domus.” (Guide me towards the right house) Dandedon opened his eyes wide and slammed the end of his caster on the odd, cracked cobble stone. He immediately was enveloped in bright, dark blue and light, red light, swirling out from his caster. Then, right after the light surrounded him completely, he was suddenly in front of his buyers house.
“Magic is great,” said Dandedon to himself, he smiled and looked towards her house, and grimaced. Her house was one of the many dark, and gloomy houses, squished in between one another, and the stairs leading up to her door, were grotesquely misshapen. “Bloody Hell…well, this is going to be fun,” said Dandedon with a little grief in his tone. Dandedon shook his head side to side, and walked towards the stairs. Once he reached the last misshapen step, in front of the door, he knocked once, twice, three times on the wooden door. Silence. Dandedon, beginning to get irritated, reached his hand towards the door to knock once more, but before he could, the door opened a crack, and a small, petit of a woman, looked through. Once she noticed that it was him who knocked, she opened the door ajar to let him in without saying anything. Dandedon, confused, walked through the opening, by her, into her living hall.
Once she closed the door, Dandedon turned towards the small woman, took off his Deemon hat, bowed and said, “M’ dear customer. You’ve summoned me, Dandedon Nick, and I’ve arrived. How shall I help you t’is lovely evening?”
While Dandedon bowed, the small, petit woman answered, “Sir Nick, I’m honored that you’ve come all t’is way to meet me, but it is not I who needs your help, it’s the gent upstairs, laying injured in my guest bed, that needs your help.”
Dandedon, straightened, looked at her, raised one of his eyebrows, and said, “A gent? M’lady, of what sort of service am I to him?”
“For start, you, sir, could try and heal him. He seems to ‘ave suffered some injuries few weeks ago by someone or something.”
“My apologizes, what did you say? He was injured a few weeks ago?! I’m of no use to him now. He’s practically healed!” Dandedon said angrily.
“Sir, calm yourself, it is urgent. His wounds ‘ave not been healing properly. Actually, none of his wounds ‘ave healed since he was brought ‘ere.” She said, horror setting her facial features, as she walked past him and towards the stair. She stopped, when she was starting on the second landing, and motioned with a wave of her hand to walk with her to see him.
Once Dandedon and the woman both reached her homes guest room, the room he resided in, Dandedon immediately could tell by the feel of the air that whoever was in the room, sleeping in the bed, wasn’t human. He could tell he wasn’t a wizard, but something else.
Dandedon told her that he only would go inside the room, and that she would stay outside and wouldn’t disturb him while he was in the room. She agreed and went back downstairs. Once Dandedon was sure she wasn’t present anymore he closed his eyes, and whispered, “Permissum meus eyes animadverto inside is cella.” (Let my eyes see inside this room) Once Dandedon finished his chant, his dark vision started to clear, he could see the door, and then the door started to clear and he could see inside the room. He saw a small, dark wooden night stand with a candle at the far right wall, a wooden writing table with a wooden chair at the corner of the right wall beside the night stand and candle, a wooden dresses at the middle of the room by the wall, and then his eyes stopped at the back, left corner of the room. A man laid in the woman’s guest bed. He breathed heavily, and looked like he was in tremendous pain. Dandedon, still in his spell, grasped the doors handle and walked in.
 Ozrota · Mon Jun 01, 2009 @ 11:17pm · 0 Comments |
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