Javier and Karim

Javier and Karim 

I wrote another Fanfiction on this amazing series Called 'Lord Of The White Hell' By Ginn Hale. This book really captured my ideals in the fantasy world. I wrote this because I wanted to carry on the story after the second book, this is what I think should happen when Javier and Karim have been trying to escape for a few years. The four of them, being Nestor and Elezar as well, are finally together again until tradegy strikes.

This Picture is also from Deviant but its the only FanArt I could find and I Love it!

I also wrote this while listing to my iPod and think:
Eric Whitacre: Alleluia and
Voyage: Liquid Cinema
Belong with the feeling of this piece of writing. I really got swept away in this book and it kept me glued to the pages for days.

I hope you Enjoy this shot extract and please Comment If you can.

Thanks

MAYxxxx


Lord Of The White Hell

They galloped hard and fast through the thick forest. Brambles clung to their clothes and sharp twigs dug into their flesh like nails, but they did not stop. Hooves thundered behind, them chasing them further in to the darkness that seemed to cling to their bodies begging them to give up, give in to the inevitable. Kiram rode Vilian, his horse, backwards using his brother’s arrows to try and slow down the advancing swarm of worriers.

He had to protect Javier at any cost; his life didn’t mean much without him anyway. Elezar and Nestor rode on either side of Javier’s horse. He still lay slumped over his mount, his limp form jostling this way and that in rhythm to the pounding of hooves. But Kiram knew Javier would live, and suddenly he realised, with a sense of dread, what he had to do to ensure that. He pulled his horse violently to a stop and faced the advancing worriers, as he heard his friends galloping ahead.

His heart hammered hard in his chest as he realised what was about to happen. He would lose Javier, no, Javier would lose him. As he fired arrow after arrow taking down many targets, targets not men, he felt the hard ring that rested against his chest. The cool metal band gave comfort to Kiram as he remembered the vows he had spoken in the little church in Yura. He had been so proud to stand by the man he loved, surrounded by his family. He felt huge gratitude as he remembered Javier insisting they tied the knot. Kiram’s family had finally accepted his other half, and for that he was grateful, as he would never be apart from Javier, even death could not stop them from being together.

‘Javier,’ Kiram whispered, as another enemy’s arrow lodged it’s self into his body. Sheer will and love for the man he had sworn to protect, now husband, was the only thing keeping Kiram upright. As the last of the worriers fell, so did Kiram. He heard Nestor calling to him, as his body slipped from his hoarse and landed heavily on the forest floor, limp. The sound of hooves shook the ground but Kiram barley felt it. Arms gripped him, calling his name, begging him to come back, but it was not the voice he craving to hear.  As he obediently peeled his eyes open, he saw Elezar holding him close.

‘You can’t die Kiram, Javier or Nestor will never forgive me.’

‘Look after both of them, they are treasured’ Kiram rasped.

‘Of course, but you are the one who need to be looked after Kiram, you saved us again. And I am so sorry this happened to both of you. Javier is a lucky man to have you by his side.’

‘I’m not going to be at his side, not anymore. Elezar you have to take my place by his side.’ Before he could finish Elezar was shaking his head.

‘I can never replace you. You’re married to him now. You are far more important to him than I ever could be, and that is the way it should always be.’

With a shaking hand Kiram gripped the wedding ring that hung around his neck, it was cool and comforting against his chest, which felt warm with blood. He tugged it hard with his remaining strength, the thin gold chain broke, he handed it too Elezar,

‘Give this too him. Protect Javier with everything you have, he must live, always.’ Kiram was breathing hard, but his breath was shot and shallow, he knew he was losing the battle. ‘You have to go now, more will follow the other fallen worriers, but I have given you time to escape. Now Run!’

Elezar looked stricken at the idea of leaving Kiram, but he had lost so many in this battle his heart had hardened. Although tears streamed down his face as he rested Kiram down on the now blood soaked ground, he managed to mount and join his best friend, Javier, and brother, Nestor.

Javier opened his heavy eyelids and sunlight pierced him. He groaned as the shape of Elezar face frowned down at him. Kiram instantly came into his mind, as he remembered his nightmare.

Before he could ask about Kiram, Elezar said, ‘How are you feeling?’

As Javier tentatively sat up he realized he felt better. The sickness that had gripped him for so long had lifted, finally. He noted Nestor did not come to join them, but stared into the distance, as he lent against an old Oak tree.

‘I’m Okay,’ He surveyed the campsite, it looked as though they had been there for a while. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy above, giving the clearing a feeling of beauty and peace. But down on the ground grief hang in the air, it clung to the two brothers like a black cloak, as the knowledge of a friend being lost weighed heavily on their shoulders. Javier searched for the light blue eyes that he had studies many times, but he become conscious that they were not there. Terror started to bubble up from the depths of his mind as he frantically searched. A flicker of red made Javier turn to Vilian, Kiram’s horse, who had just appeared in the clearing. His stomach sank, as he saw the once pure white horse, was covered in dark blood. 

As Javier scrambled to the horse he realised he was shaking. He turned, horrified to Elezar, and he saw how tear streaked and pale his face was.

‘What happened?’ Javier managed to choke out. ‘Where is Kiram?’

Elezar gulped as if to hold back a sob. However Nestor wasn’t so successful and a moan escaped his lips, as tears sliced his cheeks.

In an insistent the panic that had started to build seemed to consume him. Javier suddenly understood, Kiram had passed on to Shajdis.

‘No, no, no!’ But Javier knew it was true, hadn’t he felt it? Hadn’t he tried desperately to reach out for Kiram as he slipped through his fingers? Javier’s knees gave out from under him; he tumbled to the ground, as great heaving sobs escaped his lips. He had never cried, even at the discovery of the death of his mother and father.  He had felt numb, but tears and showing weakness in Cadelonia was not accepted. This time however he could not escape the gut wrenching pain that had held him in an icy grip.     

He suddenly got up as anger gripped him. He turned to Elezar and charged, gripping his shirt in both of his hands he shook him asking furiously,

‘How…’ He broke off, as another wave of grief hit him. ‘How could you let him go? How could you let him leave me!’ Javier yelled. Crows flew up into the bright blue sky spooked by the shattered peace. As Javier looked up he felt disgusted the world should be morning, the sun should never shine again, how could it when his own personal sun was hidden deep in the forest? Elezar dragging him to the floor as his knees gave up, breaking his thoughts.

‘I’m sorry; I’m so sorry Javier. I tried, I really did, but I had to get you to safety, Kiram begged me to protect you.’ Elezar sobbed next to him on his knees. Javier gripped the back of Elezar’s shirt shaking uncontrollably into his shoulder.

Finally Javier lay exhausted next to his best friend and whispered brokenly, ’Where is…. Is his body?’ he swallowed hard as tears threatened his already sore eyes.

‘Its not here, there wasn’t a chance to take it with us.’ Elezar said gruffly. Javier just nodded. He felt hallow and empty as though he had been split in two.

‘Kiram asked me to give you this,’ Elezar dug into his pocket and passed Javier Kiram’s wedding ring, the gold chain still hung to the ring. Javier held the chain and bought the ring to his lips, kissing the ring softly, as it sparkled in the sun. He shivered, and a look so haunting, that Elezar drew back, flashed across his face. Elezar had never felt the caress of true love, but seeing Javier’s grief; he understood the true meaning of soul mates. Javier stumbled away, until he was only a shadow in the setting sun. Elezar knew that for now it was right to leave Javier alone with the memories of Kiram, who had sacrificed everything for the man he loved.     

For Simon and Dec

For Simon and Dec
For the great book Tigerland by Sean Kennedy.
A poem called
The Hug By Tom Gunn  


I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
Become familial.
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace

TIGERLAND

I READ TIGERLAND BY SEAN KENNEDY AND ALL I HAVE ARE THESE IDEAS FOR FANFICTION. FOR SOME REASON ALL OF THEM ARE SAD, EVEN THOUGH I LOVE HOW THEY HAVE THE HAPPY ENDING THEY DESERVE. SOON I THINK DEC AND SIMON WILL HAVE THEIR FANFICTION.

THANK YOU MR. KENNEDY FOR YOUR AMAZING SERIES!!!

THANKS FOR READING

MAY

THE SHADOW AND I

I wrote this after having a brain wave, and its a piece i'm actually really proud of. I spent a long time on it, and hope you find it as enjoyable as I found writing it. I fell in love with the main character Scott and hope to continue the journey between Scott and Tony as they run from the enemy together.

I found this picture on 'deviantART' and thought it fit perfectly.

Thanks

May.

THE SHADOW AND I

After careful thought and consideration, I have finally come to the conclusion that in life some people are lucky and some aren’t. I established that I was the latter when I found myself sprinting down Oxford high street weaving in and out of crowds with the yells of the men following behind me. I felt like I was in some half-arsed performance of James Bond.

I sat staring at the whitewashed wall, as I waited for someone to come and tell me what had just happened. My hands were shaking and I balled them into fists to stop it from showing. A tall man strode into the room and I stared transfixed; his body was just one wall of muscle. Detective Rodgers’, the person who had glowered at me all the way back to the police station, and his partner, Detective Coulson, strode into the room. I saw Detective Rodgers face deepen into a scowl that was obviously aimed at me. 

“What the hell were you doing there?” he growled.

I just stared at him blankly, “Huh?”

“Oh for the love of….” He fumed as his partner took over.

“Just tell us what happened Scott?” 

I began to explain how I had just finished work, later than usual, when I had seen a woman backed into a corner with three men blocking her way. I went to yell at them, to tell them to back off. I stopped suddenly, remembering the blood, and took a deep calming breath to continue. When I looked up, Detective Rodgers, who lent back on the wall, watched me with piercing blue eyes. I continued still staring at the Detective. One of the men had shot her without a second thought, and I had been there, the man with the gun had turned and looked straight at me. He had cold washed-out brown eyes, and when I turned to run he smirked, a twitch of his too thin lips trying to form a smile, but it was as though he had forgotten how. I fled the scene, running for my life through the still busy, but dark streets of London until Detective Rodgers had grabbed me, protecting me from the men who were following.

I looked up still shaking from the encounter, seeing that Rodgers’ scowl had deepened looked down again, as images flitted across my mind’s eye.

‘Scott,’ my head swivelled as I looked at Coulson,’ you understand that you are now going to have to go into witness protection as you will be targeted by Kennedy?’

I shook my head. I wasn’t stupid, I knew I wouldn’t go, I had spent too long making the life I had to throw it away.

‘Kennedy, the man who Detective Rodgers and I are trying to put behind bars, now wants you, because you led his men straight to us. We now have solid evidence against him and for that we are grateful. However, it means he will want to get rid of you before you can be placed on the witness stand in court.’ I looked at him and my eyes must have been huge because he patted my shoulder reassuringly.

‘Don’t worry,’ he smiled, ‘you will be safe, I promise.’

I shook my head; I didn’t want to go into witness protection. I had watched enough films to realise what it meant, I would have a whole new identity and never see my family or friends again. I didn’t want that, I had a great job with a boss who I respected, and friends who I couldn’t turn my back on.

‘I don’t want to.’ I croaked. I stood and was surprised to find Detective Rodgers’ hand on my shoulder as he glared at me. His eyes weren’t the piercing blue I had originally thought, but a stormy navy colour, framed by long dark eyelashes that I knew any woman would die for. He had dark brown hair that was cut short, and his shoulders were broad and screamed masculinity and strength. I was built more like a swimmer, lean and muscular, not the solid wall of muscle that stood before me.

‘You are not going anywhere,’ he almost growled. I just stared at him, he really was beautiful, and I knew I should have noticed sooner, but when running for your life some things are easily missed. Though I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t stay, so I jerked out of his hold and turned towards the door. I was halfway down the corridor, passing other officers who were finishing their nightshift when I almost collided with Rodgers.

‘I don’t think you understand, if you leave here, Kennedy’s men will kill you.’

‘I won’t live in fear, Detective. I have a job I need to go to in…’ I checked my watch, it was half five in the morning, ‘three hours, so if you will excuse me.’

His hand came down again on my shoulder; I looked up at him, and only saw concern on his face.

He said ‘I understand you don’t want to lose the life you have built, but we cannot lose a valuable witness,’

My heart deflated, I was just a witness, nothing more, I knew that.

He wasn’t waiting for an answer, so continued, ‘Scott, wasn’t it?’ I nodded, as he pressed a piece of paper into my hand, ‘that’s my number, you can go, but call me if…’ he looked uncomfortable and I almost smiled.

‘Is that concern I hear there, Detective?’

My eyebrow rose, he smirked and gently pushed me towards the exit.

As I left I un-crumbled the piece of paper, and saw his scruffy handwriting that read,

‘Tony Rodgers 07783992232,’ I smiled as I made my way towards the tube station.

Eight hours and four coffees later I sat at my computer screen trying to write up the latest news story. I loved being a journalist, and although I was working long hours for virtually nothing, I knew how to write, and was slowly making an impression in the little tabloid I worked for. Being only twenty-one I had worked hard to get the job over three years ago, and finally felt as though I was settling in.

I saw Jenny walk over, ‘Hey, what happened to you last night? We were going to go out to Liquid.’

I really loved Jenny; she had been there for me since day one. She was deputy manager of the office; we had been friends since I had walked in for my interview over three years ago. I admired her; she was tall, beautiful and had golden hair that hung down in waves around her face. When I had first come to London, I didn’t know anyone or anything only that I wanted to become a journalist, and to do that London was where to go. I had quickly made a great group of friends; I was likable or so Logan had told me. Logan was my best friend, more like a brother, who had moved to the city a year after I had. We shared our small studio flat south of the river, and had now lived there for over two years. It wasn’t much but it was ours.

‘Scott?’

‘Sorry,’ I said as I realised that I had missed the rest of her sentence.

‘Tell me where you were last night?’

I told her what had happened. It was almost funny to watch her face go from concerned to horrified, but I didn’t find it amusing, I was still trembling. ‘You could have died!’ She screeched, and the office instantly hushed. A blush covered my cheeks.

‘Calm down, it wasn’t that bad.’ I tried to sooth her.

‘That bad? That bad...’

I interrupted quickly, ‘Let me make it up to you and tonight we can go and celebrate my survival,’ I chuckled, but Jenny’s lips were pursed into a thin line. I smiled at her to try and show her that I was okay, and she thawed, warmth flooding into her eyes she squeezed my hand gently.

‘Not tonight, Scott, you look like your going to pass out from lack of sleep. How about you go home early, and we can reschedule for tomorrow night instead. You can even bring Logan and I’ll ring Katie.’ I nodded, going home early sounded perfect, I could easily finish the column there.

I heard the keys rattle in the door as I finished writing the last paragraph on my page. ‘Logan?’ I called out and recognised his quick grunt in reply. I was so happy to hear his voice, as I had anxiously been worried that any noise could have been the men from last night. I smiled into my cup of coffee as he came into the living room, slumping down on the sofa beside me.

‘Where were you last night? I didn’t hear you come in this morning either. You weren’t at John’s house were you?’ He asked, I shook my head realising how little time we had spent together lately we needed to catch up. There were so many things I needed to tell him.

‘We broke up, I didn’t want anything serious.’ I answered, Logan looked at me with an exasperated expression.

‘You always say that, you’re just afraid to get close to anyone.’

It was true but I didn’t want Logan to know this, ‘Apart from you Logan, we’re close friends right?’

‘Yes, but I’m straight.’

I wanted to change the subject as my mind instantly went to Tony Rodgers. I had been thinking of him all day. ‘How is Sarah? She hasn’t been over for a while.’

His face lit up as he thought about his girlfriend, ‘She is great, can’t stop talking about you though. What is it with you and woman? They just adore you.’

I grinned at him, as he went into the kitchen to make his own mug of coffee.

‘It’s a gift.’ 

We later fought over the remote control Logan won as always. Ending up watching some football match, I fell asleep easily wandering how I could have ever thought of giving this life up, becoming someone else who didn’t know his best friend was Logan Read.  

Feeling more human when I woke up early the next day, I decided to get both Logan and I Starbucks Coffee, which had always been our morning-routine, if one of us could be bothered to get up half an hour early. As I locked the door behind me and made my way towards the tiny coffee shop that was always packed, I wondered what Tony Rodgers was doing now? I couldn’t get him out of my head even though I tried. I wasn’t like that; I didn’t believe gay men could make straight men fancy them. I believed you where either born gay or not, and Tony Rodgers screamed straight. I couldn’t understand why I had this desire to call him and just ask how his day had been. I scowled as I realised how pathetic I sounded. Waiting in the queue with only my thoughts to keep me company, I wondered what I would do if the men found me? However the tight knot that formed in the pit of my stomach told me how dangerous thinking about Kennedy was. So I steered my thoughts to safer ground to my next newspaper article. As I walked away from the counter, ideally debating what an appropriate heading would be, I collided with someone, and spilt vanilla latte all over him.

‘Oh God I’m so…’ I broke off as I looked up into the eyes of Tony Rodgers. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked startled.

‘I could ask you the same thing?’

‘I live two streets away.’

‘I know that,’ he scowled, ‘but why are you out of your house on your own? You should be…’

‘No,’ I interrupted, ‘I told you that I wasn’t going to be afraid. Now I have to go I’ve got work.’ As I went to stroll past him, he put a hand on my shoulder and I trembled at his touch.

‘Are you cold?’ his voice was close to my ear. I shook my head but I couldn’t pull out of his grasp, his eyes held me captivated.

‘Let me take you to breakfast.’ I tried to tell him no, that I was going back to see Logan, but I couldn’t make myself do it.

‘Okay,’ I said quietly.

Both hands where placed on my shoulders as he steered me out of the crowded coffee shop. I felt safe with Tony, and the warmth of his hands and the closeness of his body made me long for more.

Tony bought me pancakes at his favourite breakfast diner. We talked and I realised how at ease we were with one another. He told me about how he had hitchhiked around Europe when he was my age. I asked how old he was, he said twenty-eight, he was the youngest Detective in England. I asked how, he told me that his father had been high up in Scotland Yard police force for over twenty years, and he had taught him the tricks of the trade since he was small. Tony asked me questions, but I was fascinated with his life and wanted to know more. I asked about his family and learnt he was one of four brothers the second youngest. But as I always did when I felt as though I was getting too close to someone, I ran, paying for my share of the meal though he protested, hoping I never saw Tony Rodgers again, as I may find myself in too deep.

That evening Logan, Jenny, Katie, Sarah and I were at the nightclub down the road. I had drunk a lot and found everything hilarious, as I danced with Jenny, everyone watched. I was a good dancer and made my partner feel comfortable as they could move easily with me. Jenny was laughing, as I let my body move with the beat of the music, a huge smile was spread across my face, I felt alive. I wasn’t sacred anymore; the people I loved surrounded me. Logan beamed, and I was one of the few people who he let see his real smile, the smile that reached his eyes and made him look stunning, beautiful even. I was so lost in the beat that I didn’t realise Jenny had been replaced with a guy. He was tall and classically good-looking with big blue eyes and blond hair. A week ago I would have never said no, but as he moved forwards I stopped dancing, moving back. He tried again, but all I could see was how different he was to Tony. I realised that I didn’t want to run away from that man, I wanted to bury myself into his life and see how far he could take me.

As the man in the nightclub put he hands on my shoulder I nearly growled, instead I told him to ‘get off.’ He took a hasty step back and suddenly I didn’t feel like dancing anymore, I wanted to go home and watch a sad movie. With that in mind I told Logan where I was going. He looked upset but Sarah was there to distract him and I was thankful. I wasn’t ready to tell Logan about Tony just yet, so I slipped out of the nightclub pulling on my jacket, as there was a light drizzle covering the street.

As I made my way back to our flat I heard the sound of screeching tires, and my blood ran cold. I knew it was them, Kennedy’s men, they had found me, and as the doors of the van slid open I ran. Adrenalin is a powerful thing, it can make the average man feel and act powerful, so as I veered down the street weaving through allies and up over fences, I thought I couldn’t be stopped. I grabbed for my phone in my jacket pocket and rang the first number that came to my head.

‘Hello,’ the now familiar voice said through the phone.

‘Tony, they found me.’ I panted, as I hid behind a black bin in the darkness of an alley.

‘Scott? Is that you?’

‘Yes, they have guns and I have no idea how long I can stay hidden for.’

‘I’ll be there in five minuets.’

I went to hang up when he said, ‘Please don’t do anything stupid, and be alive when I come to get you.’

I could hear the genuine concern through the phone and my heart fluttered in my chest.

‘I’ll try Detective.’

‘Call me Tony. Don’t fail me Scott.’

Moving instinctively, dropping the phone in my panic, I ran feeling rather than hearing the sound of the gun. It sounded like a baseball bat being hit against a pillow, hard. I stopped suddenly as I came to a busy road; I heard the yells of the men behind and turned to look forward at the oncoming traffic. I viewed both situations and would have laughed if my heart was not hamming hard in my chest feeling as though it was going to come out of my mouth. The men came nearer, I felt the bullets getting closer to hitting their target. I looked back at the road and ran weaving in and out of cars. The sound of tires skidding trying to stop on wet tarmac filled my ears. I grinned, triumphant, as I reached the embankment on the other side when a car slid next to me, and the door opened violently.

‘Get in now,’ I didn’t argue with Tony, as I saw the gunmen trying to cross the road. I slammed the door and Tony sped away, leaving the outcome of the men up to fate. I realised then that my hands were shaking again and I held them together.

‘Are you hurt?’ Tony asked anxiously. I shook my head and suddenly a wave of fatigue hit and I fought hard, as tears welled into my eyes.

‘I should have been more careful, you told me to be afraid but I didn’t listen. I don’t want to go into witness protection, but I don’t want to die either.’ I knew I was babbling, and so was surprised when Tony’s hand was placed on my knee as he tried to sooth me.

‘I understand why you wouldn’t go; it’s hard to leave the people who are most important to you. I admire you Scott, you fight for the people you love.’ The sound of his voice calmed my hamming heart and I lay my head back on the headrest, my eyelids feeling heavy.

I woke suddenly as the car jolted to a stop. ‘I’m so sorry I fell asleep.’

Tony chuckled next to me, his eyes soft. ‘Its okay, I do that all the time. Are you feeling better?’

‘Yes, but where are we?’ I asked looking out of the window at a manor house.

‘Your right, witness protection cannot help you, but I can. You can stay with me until everything is sorted.’ I stared at him not sure whether to be horrified or delighted. I went for horrified, as it was easier to explain.

‘But my work, my friends?’ He just smiled at me.

‘Come on, I’ll get pancakes for you again.’ And with that he swung out of the car, leaving me staring at his back.                            

The Thin Line Between Friendship

For me this idea has always come from the popular show of Merlin'
when I first watched this show, when I was younger, I became transfixed on the relationship between Arthur the worrier, and his best friend, Merlin his manservant. As  I followed them through the years and they grew up together, I fell in love with them even more. so in celebration of series 5 airing I wanted to capture that in this piece.

Here Is One Of My First M/M Stories.
I am only uploading a few chapters and see how it is received:

He’s asked me to write this.

 I didn’t want too this isn’t us.

We don’t wont to dwell on the past.

We look to the future and see what the world has become.

I do understand though.

He wants a record so that people understand what we went through to build the peace that has settled.

 He thinks that I did it all but if it wasn’t for him, then these pages would be red with blood.

It’s hard to think back to when it all began, but I will do this for him as his last request!

Chapter 1

I concentrated hard as the words flowed through my mind; painting images I longed to see and could only dream off. The library was hushed and still and I could delve deep into my subconscious and find mermaids, dragons and heroes, I missed the sites of these creatures. The stillness was broken by the sound of loud crack.

Magic? No it couldn’t be. Someone wouldn’t be stupid enough to do it in a library full of people, unless of course, they wanted to get themselves killed. I looked up and wandered if I should help my kin. I shut my book and even though I told myself it was wrong and that I shouldn’t get involved, I went to investigate.

Of course it was him. Alistair James, who was the son of the first Areas Earl. He had one of the smaller first years and kept taunting him, while his friends held the poor boy in an iron grip.

I don’t know what made me say it, but the words that left my lips would change the world, and my destiny.

‘Leave him alone!’ I yelled. The men looked at me first with shock and then a menacing gleam bled into their eyes.

‘And why should we?’ One of the larger boys moved forward threateningly. His hand was raised in a fighting stance, but one look from their leader he immediately lowered his arms.

‘Who do you think you are?’

‘I said leave him alone… Prat.’

‘And what are you going to do if I don’t?’ I had never been a violent person, I hated people who took pleasure in violence, but the way this man gloated at the fact of hurting the boy made my magic boil in me like a burning caldron. Before I knew what I was doing I took a swing at Alistair. He blocked me easily and put my hands behind my back, and though I struggled I could not get loose.

‘Now who is the Prat’? He laughed, towering above me.

‘ I still think its still you, sire.’

Before he could open his mouth for an augment that could have gone on for hours the Headmaster flew round the bookshelf calling, ‘Alistair, Mark and Kyle, what do you think you are doing?’ Then he spotted me. I had never seen eye to eye with the Headmaster; he had always taken a dislike to me. I think deep down he knew about my magic. Alistair still had me in a binding hold and the Headmaster leaned over me, sneering ‘I knew you would be involved Mr. Wild.’

Alistair, instead of pushing me at the Head teacher, stepped almost protectively in front of me and said, ‘Sorry sir, Conner and I were just practicing for the boxing match next week. We hoped to win the competition this time.’

All the hatred melted form the Headmasters face as he looked back at Alistair,

‘Of course it is, we don’t want to lose another one. Just next time, don’t do it in the Library.’ And with that he melted away again.

Why had Alliser protected me? I didn’t like it. It meant I owed him, and I didn’t want to owe him anything. As he looked back at me his face showed the confusion and distaste that I felt.

‘Happy are you?’ he sneered in my face

‘Don’t talk to me!’ I spat back and pulled my wrist out of his loosened grip, storming away. I suppose, looking back, I should have realised. We were entwined so of course he would have stepped in front of me, instinct was telling him to do so. At the time however I felt humiliated, and from that it turned into dislike and distrust. I avoided him, which wasn’t hard, as he was always swarmed with people who were laughing and talking to him about how rich and handsome he was. It made me sick, I was from the lowly Area 2 and this boy had things passed to him on a silver platter. I hated him and his disgusting father. As I stalked the grounds of the school, I thought about my parents, who I missed terribly. The world I lived in was broken up into two Areas. These Areas were the land divided into Magic and creativity, on the other Logic and facts. They used to live in peace with one another, perfect harmony. Two sides of the same coin, you couldn’t have one without the other. Area 1 thought highly of Area 2 and the Warlocks that lived there, and visa versa. People traveled from both sides to teach others what skills they learnt from each Area. However that all changed six years ago when CharKan came into power. She fed lies into the court and turned Area 1 against the Warlocks. She made them feel jealous and underappreciated, they began to trust these feelings, and that’s when the purge began. Area 1 in secret began to plot against the Warlocks and would have succeeded if it hadn’t been for the Great Dragon. He told of a prophecy, ‘were harmony would be destroyed and the world would be plunged into darkness. Until two brothers would come together and unite the land again. Both would come from the Gods to fulfill their destiny.’

Unfortunately there was a spy in their midst, who told this information to CharKan, she then led the purge herself killing thousands. Many fled in time and are rumored to be living in the deep forests of Area 2. My Mother and Father gave their lives to protect me and I will forever be grateful. To get away I was shipped off to boarding school in Area 1, I’ve been here for five years.

As the cold winters turned in to glorious summer, I still avoided Alistair with every turn I made. It was late one afternoon when I was walking back to house after class, when I saw Alistair alone walking towards me. I looked to see if I could hide anywhere, but we were on the valley’s bridge that connected the two sides of the school together. It was old and the Court was always talking about getting it fixed and rebuilt. Realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to hide away, I lifted my head high and began to stride towards him. A few last minuet students, like myself, brushed passed me talking about the upcoming exams. The day had been windy and black storm clouds rolled above us. A fiercely strong burst of wind blew through the forest below us and the trees moaned and cracked barley hanging on to the soil they were attached to. The gust travelled up the valley gathering momentum as it went. I felt the bridge sway and crack, I stopped gripping the wooden railing next to me, and others felt it to, and did the same. Most of the students were safely on the other side but I saw that Alistair was in the middle, the weakest part of the bridge. His eyes flashed up to mine before the railing gave way and he plummeted to the ground bellow.

‘No!’ I screamed with the rest of the pupils on the bridge. Before I knew what I was doing my hand lifted and my eyes turned gold. Alistair slowed and stopped in mid air. Everyone turned and looked at me, horror was etched on their faces, but I just concentrated on getting Alistair safely back to me. 

As he was gently placed on the steady ground on the other side of the bridge he went to get up and come towards me. However students clustered around him yelling,  ‘Get away From him Alistair… he’s a freak.’  Screams of terror and whispers of ‘Half Breed,’ found there way to me. Tears clouded my vision, what had I done? Everything was falling to pieces.

I looked at Alistair’s pale and horror stricken face, and then back to the angry mob that was advancing towards me. I began to back up quickly, my heart beating heavily in my mouth. My breaths became shallow and the eyes sought out the ones I couldn’t see. The crowd was making sure he was all right surrounding him, so I turned and fled. 

Chapter 2

What had I done? Everything I worked towards was finished! All because of one stupid man! My thoughts kept screaming at me as I ran back up to my dorm. I got out my rucksack from under the bed and emptied the contents onto the floor. I needed to leave, to get far away from here as possible. However I stopped, slowing down and began to think. They would come as soon as I fled, in there thousands. No, I needed to stay, to pretend that nothing had happened. My brain worked it out quickly; there were at the most ten students on the bridge so it would take a while for the accusation to reach the Headmaster and then an issue as big as Magic would go to the Court of Area 1. I would be taken to Court and executed, could I escape on the way? It’s my only chance, I though to myself. Why had I done it? I didn’t have an answer but it felt right, I couldn’t let an innocent man plummet to his death, even if he was a Prat and a royal one, I thought bitterly. But what would happen now what would I do?

I spent the night lying awake, tense, listing to all the sounds of the darkness. A squeak of a floor board as a mouse scuttled above my head would make my blood run cold, as imagined men in amour coming to take me away.

When it happened, it was sudden with no time to think or flee. I was walking back from class when I saw the Headmaster sweep around the corner, students flanking him. Then I looked behind him and my stomach dropped. Four guards outlined the students behind, walking in unison with one another, I knew instantly who they were, Hunters. They wore the same brand upon their chest as the people who killed my parents did. As they advanced towards me, time seemed to slow down. Should I use magic? But it was difficult, and I’d hardly been taught. I knew a few incantations that I had learnt from a book my father had given me, but nothing that could help now. The Hunters encircled me; hands restrain me, gripping my arms and shoulders too tight. The whole corridor had frozen, staring with excitement and fear. I look up at the Headmaster and was shocked to find his eyes filled with hate. I knew he disliked me, but I never realised how much Area 1 had been affected by Charkan’s poisons words.

“Conner Wild, do you admit to using an incantation last night on this victim over here?’ he spat at me while Alistair was lead out of the crowd by another Hunter. I looked in to Alistair’s eyes. Had he ratted me out after I saved his role ass? I expected to see hate and distrust in his eyes but there was only guilt. Guilt and a pride that never left those ice blue eyes of his. I said nothing but my eyes went back to the Headmaster’s sickly brown ones. A hand came up and slapped me hard across the face. To my disbelief I heard Alistair yell, ‘Don’t touch him.’

I felt blood trickle into my mouth but didn’t utter a sound, just kept my eyes fixed on the Headmasters, giving back the hatred I felt for him. I was lead away but I still had my dignity. I wrenched my arms out of the Hunter’s grip, and walked down the path the students had created for us with my held high. I wouldn’t be ashamed of my magical heritage, not anymore. It was a gift not a curse and people had just forgotten that vital piece of truth.

Chapter 3

How long had I been in this dark, damp, rat infested cell? A day? Two days? I didn’t know, I had seen no one from the minute they locked me in these chains and locked the door behind them. I tried using magic but they had it figured; as soon as I tried it felt like my body was burning until I stopped. I knew where I was going, Court, to be “asked” questions about my heritage and where the rest of my kind were. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was scared. What happened if I broke, I couldn’t take the pain and I broke? NO, I would die before I let that happen. I would die after they were through with me. I would just be discarded, deemed useless and disgusting. Days passed with these thoughts haunting me, too weak for me to stop them. Lack of food and water was making me weak and I hated it. On day four everything changed. I had fallen into a numb kind of stupor but was rudely awakened by the sound of men yelling, and swords clashing. Light unexpectedly poured into the dark cell and I blinked rapidly. I was dazed; I can hardly remember anything now.

‘Conner, come on!’ That woke me up I recognized that voice. The chains were pried off my wrists and I was gently dragged to my feet.

‘Now run!’ my wrist was grabbed, I was pulled harshly, running through the under tunnels of the school that led to the outskirts of the city. Was this really happening? Was Alistair really helping me?

‘Why?’ I managed to gasp out.

‘Why what?’ he snapped back at me.

‘ Why are you helping me?’

‘Don’t get any ideas it’s just a life for a life.’

That’s all he said as we sped down the tunnels. My senses came back to me as did my magic, and I easily kept up with Alistair. I used magic to break down the door and we were free, running fast into the early rays of dawn. The forest was thick but I saw in the distance two horses waiting for us. We swung up easily onto them and galloped head long through the thick undergrowth, listening for the sound of the hunting horn that would follow us for months.

It was noon when I heard it. The sound pierced the silence and sent shivers down our spines; it was the eeriest noise we would ever hear. Then the howling started and we knew we were in trouble. I looked at Alistair and we said together,

‘Hell Hounds!’

Hell Hounds were dangerous; my kind and theirs had always feared them, as CharKan had control over them. That’s how the Earls of Area 2 realised she was pure evil. The Hell Hounds were drawn to her. Hell Hounds could easily smell magic from miles away.

‘Conner, they must really want you if their using Hell Hounds! Don’t use magic its how they track you!’

‘I know!’

I was beginning to panic, this was bad, this was really bad and I had no idea how to get out of it. 

‘Lets just keep moving, don’t stop!’ Alistair commanded. The horses were off, we rode for miles but the sound was always there, tailing us. That day I will never forget, we tried to stick to the woods to hide ourselves in the undergrowth, but we knew it would be useless, with Hell Hounds on our tail.

As darkness fell we had to stop. Neither of us wanted to, but we were blind in the darkness, I couldn’t use magic to light the way. As we both lay there listening for the sound that had followed us for days.

‘If they catch us…’

‘They wont,’ Alistair interrupted.

‘Let me finish. If they do… pretend that I forced you, blackmailed you even, to do this. They will probably kill me there and then, but you have a chance. Go back to school and forget about this, do you understand?’   

I looked at him and an emotion I didn’t recognize flitted in and out of his eyes before he gave a curt nod. 

‘Why did you come to Area 1 in the first place? You must have known this would happen?’ I looked back at him, deciding whether I should tell him or not. It was his fault if he hadn’t…. I stopped that thought. He had helped me and that’s all that mattered now. He had the right to know didn’t he? So I told him about how my father had tried to fight of the guards while my mother ran with me to the edge of the woods where a group of my family friends waited. My Mother was shot there in front of me but I couldn’t stop to say goodbye, I was dragged away as I heard my Fathers strangled cries. I hated Area 1 for what they did to my land; I hated your father for what he had let CharKan do. But Area 1 was the only place I could go to keep safe, I hid my magic went to a distant relative who looked after me and then sent me to that school. 

Alistair looked white and sickened, ‘I’m so sorry.’ He managed to chock out.

‘No your not, you’ve grown up with the fact that magic is evil and had it forced down your throat. How could you be sorry?’ My voice rouse, but I looked at him and realised what he had sacrificed. I said calmer, ‘I don’t understand why you saved me?’ 

‘As I said before, a life for a life, humph, you wouldn’t understand it’s a noble chivalrous thing to do.’

‘Yer because sons of Area 1’s Earls are all Nobel and Chivalrous.’

‘Maybe not all but I am!’ he said almost sounding hurt.

I chuckled as he turned over to fall asleep.

‘You’re a Prat, you know that right.’ I said as I turned over too.

There was a sound that could have been disgust or agreement.

‘Conner, Shut up,’ I could easily hear the smile in his voice though.

‘Wake up, however long I wish you could get your beauty sleep, you can’t, I hear them. They’re coming!’ Alistair frantically whispered to me, we packed up quickly and set off. Days passed like this, only managing to be an hour or so ahead of them, but we could feel them coming closer with each passing day until…

A storm was thundering above us and rain poured. The hunt was so close; we could hear the Hounds rounding us up.

‘We have to find a house.’ Alistair roared to me, ‘somewhere to get shelter.’

‘Where?’ We were on one side of a ravine and looking down, I saw the river bubbling and frothing like a dark caldron.

‘There is a stream down there.’ He pointed.  ‘We leave the horses and we jump, Conner we jump!’ I shook my head looking down again.

‘ Its this or them.’ He pointed behind us to the advancing hunt. I looked back at Alistair who had risked everything for me; I wouldn’t let him die for me now.

I took a deep breath and nodded. We dismounted and stood, looking down.

‘On the count of three! One… Two…Three,’ we leapt high and then plummeted. It felt like I was falling for miles, I tried to scream but no air could reach my lungs. Then I hit the freezing water and my body stiffened, just before I was swept away. I frantically kicked trying to find the surface, I didn’t know which way was up or down. Finally my arms broke through and I gasped for air. I looked round for Al. Where was he? Hadn’t he resurfaced? I sunk below again grabbing for any sign of him. Then I felt it, a piece of cloth brushed my fingertips. I sunk lower till I had my arms around his middle. He wasn’t going to leave me so soon. We broke the surface, and I tried to hang on to him, as the water tried to brake us apart. The bank was leveling, I could see just by the steepness of the bank that we had come far down stream. I saw a place where I could lift him to safety and began to kick recklessly over to it. 

I was tired and my head kept sinking under, however adrenaline was pushing me forward and I hoisted Alistair onto the bank. I clawed my way up to join him shivering and coughing harshly.

‘Al, wake up! I need you to wake up, Prat! Come one! Please.’ Tears were starting to sting my eyes but I wouldn’t let them fall. ‘I cant do this alone. Please.’

The incantation came to my lips before I could stop it, I didn’t even think about the Hell Hounds, I had to save Al.

His eyes fluttered and water gushed from his mouth. He coughed, hacking and wheezing but he was alive.

‘Thank the Gods. Al can you hear me?’

‘Yer. Are you alright?’  He whispered horsey.

I nodded, smiling

‘Get some rest, we can think after the storm has passed.’ I collapsed next to him and my eyes finally gave way to exhaustion. 

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