Chapter 3-1

Chapter 3 – 6 years ago, part 3

It was very dark outside the palace. Sounds drifted around of people talking, but the hustle and bustle of peasants going around their business was not there. The guards at the main gate were about to put the drawbridge up for the night. It was about midnight, and everyone else was sleeping. Everyone except the Duke.

Duke Alfred was an older man. He was nearing 90 years old, but still was able to move around like a man of 50. Right then he was up in his room, pacing from one end to another, deep in thought. He hadn't been sleeping well in the past few months, so when he couldn't sleep he wouldn't even try. Usually he just thought. He didn't have an heir, so when he died someone else would be chosen to be Duke, as he was much too old to produce one now.

He liked to go around and see people, seeing if they could handle dukedom. He hadn't found anyone who handled power wisely enough, so he was still stuck. He couldn't let himself die till he finds who would be his heir.

A timid rap sounded on the door. The duke turned and strode over. “Who is it?” he asked through the door.

“Sire, open the door.” The voiced statement wasn't a question, but a command.

“You have news then, X?” asked the Duke, opening up one side of the wooden double doors.

“More than news,” said the figure outside, stepping in.

Chapter 2-2

“What is the meaning of this,” demanded Elizabeth. “You break into my castle, shoot my nurse, and think you can get away with it? I think not. What did...” she was cut off as one of the men made a motion with his hand like he was slapping her. The result was that she was now gaged with magic.

She was outraged. They could have been forgiven the breaking and entering, but shooting her nurse and threatening her was too much. Her only problem was that she could barely breath, much less speak.

The men stepped forward. “The child...children. Comply with us and you will not be harmed.” His voice was harsh, like rock falling on gravel. It barely sounded human.

There was nothing Elizabeth could do. They crept forward, and one drew a long curved dagger. They reached the foot of her bed, and each one went to an opposite side of her bed.

They one with the dagger drew it back to strike, and plunged it into the first child, the boy. There was a electric sound and the dagger leapt from the mans hand and skittered to the other end of the room. The man stumbled backwards, and exploded into little droplets of water, scattering all over the tiled floor.

The other black masked raider hesitated, looking around at what happened to his partner. Then he pulled out a dagger of his own, and plunged it into the girl. The dagger touched her and melted. The hilt burst into flame, and the man combusted. Elizabeth could see him in flames right next to her bed. His screams echoed around. However she couldn't feel any heat.

The man collapsed and smoldered out. The boy clapped his hands together, just like a normal toddler. But Elizabeth knew, these children were not normal.

However she never got to find out how special her children were.

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2 – 6 years ago, in another castle

The instant that life left Chard two more lives entered the world. Kyle and Jaina, twins and children of Chard were born seconds apart, one just before and the other just after Chard died. They were the only children born that day.

In the medical facility of the castle Grange, Elizabeth Gray sat in her bed, holding one twin in either arm. She was still shocked from giving birth to not one child, but two! She couldn't wait to see the look on Chard's face when he heard the news. She had no idea that Chard would never know.

Next to the bed was a nurse in a white uniform. “They should stop making so much noise outside. They know you need to rest. Goodness knows, twins! I only wonder...” she trailed off, thinking about the prophecy that she had been informed about.

“You only wonder what?” asked Elizabeth, who Chard had neglected to tell her the importance of her child.

“Nothing. I'm only wondering what is making them be so loud outside.” She turned around as the doors to the medical facility opened and moved toward them. “I told you not to allow anyone in, Miss Elizabeth needs her rest.”

Standing in the doorway were two black clad raiders, both holding crossbows. The one raised his crossbow and fired, hitting the nurse.

She gave a little squeak and toppled over backwards, lifeless.

Chapter 1-2

Herad's eyes had given him away. Both men scrambled to be the first to draw their weapon. Herad pulled out a dagger before Chard could get his sword out of the sheath, and stabbed Chard before he had a chance to move out of the way.

Chard stumbled backwards into the door. The feeling wasn't pain, it was beyond pain. It was death, creeping into his veins. “You...” he croaked.

Herad voice sounded like he now slightly regretted his actions. “I'm sorry, Chard. But it was necessary that we destroy your child, and in order to do that we had to destroy you. I hope you understand.

Chards vision started to fade to black. His limbs started to go limp, but he knew he had one more duty. Using the last of his strength he pulled up his sword and plunged it into Herad.

Herad was so surprised Chard could still move he didn't react. He fell to his knees. “So this is how it ends,” he muttered. “We cut ourselves to bits, and neither of us see the end of the prophecy.” He shuddered, fell prone, and stopped breathing.

Chards legs gave out and he fell to the floor in a heap. The pain in his chest was overwhelming. His body was welcoming death with open arms. His vision faded completely. “Poor...Elizabeth....,” was the last sound he made before his lungs gave out and he breathed for the last time.

As the fighting in the halls outside continued one of the black-clad intruders accidentally knocked over a torch. It set the carpet on fire, and it spread to the wooden doors. From the wooden doors it caught on carpet in the tower room. Chard and Herad were consumed in the flames, a fiery burial for both them and the prophecy, which was still sitting on the table when it caught fire.

Part 1 - Chapter 1-1

Part 1 – Early years

Chapter 1 – 6 years earlier

In one of the lesser-known castles of the country, two men stood in the tallest tower. Outside it was pitch black, as it was nearing midnight. One man was tall with a brown beard and a tuft of brown hair on his head. He leaned over the table set up there, and for the hundredth time re-read the prophecy on the table.

On the shortest night of the year the multicolored one will be born

This all powerful will come to save the world, or destroy it.

The parchment was ripped there. He feared they did not have the full prophecy, which could be disastrous, for him, his wife, and his upcoming child. He hoped that his wife didn't know about this. It would make her worry even more.

The other man was short and looked a bit pudgy around the waist. “You're sure that your child is the only one going to be born tonight, Chard?”

“Yes. I checked everywhere, Herad. My wife is the only woman pregnant enough to have a child tonight,” replied Chard.

“It would be in your interest to keep your son from the government. They would take him if they found out about this.”

“I know. It is my intention to let his existence not be known for as long as possible.”

“Good.” Herad smiled.

A loud thump on the large oaken double doors interrupted their conversation.

Chard strode over. “They knew not to interrupt me unless it was urgent!” Herad followed behind him. As Chard opened one door the body of a limp guard fell inside. There was an arrow in his chest. Opening the door allowed outside noise to get in. There was sounds of fighting from down the hall.

Chard quickly closed the door, forcing the body back outside, as there was another thump on the door, signaling he had missed death by a second. “We are not safe here. We must get out.”
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It is said that in the last second before betraying a good friend the betrayer hesitates, and that sometimes gives the betrayed a split second to escape. Herad's eyes showed hesitation as Chard turned back toward him. “There's a passage here. We can still get away.” He looked at Herad, saw something in his eyes, and went for his sword.

New story - Prolgue

Prologue

Prophecies are meant to come true, right? Usually they are, and almost all of those that are supposed to come true do. However, there are a few that don't come true, or twist in a way that no one expects.
For example: in Gerotingstien there was a prophecy that said a son would be born on a particular day that would allow them to conquer the world. Unfortunately two babies were born that day. Also just as unfortunately was the fact that the village only had resources to raise one. They chose the boy and threw the girl away to die in the wilderness.
As the boy grew older the village kept looking for him to do extra special things. The thing they didn't realize was that they had chosen the wrong child. The prophecy didn't mention very clearly what sex the child would be. The village presumed it would be the boy. They threw away the real savior and by the time anyone realized their mistake they were too late.
Obviously that prophecy didn't come true, but it was only a wrong choice that made it not true. Sometimes the prophecies could mean two different people and it's the choices of other people that tell which person it applies to. And other times the prophecies are completely wrong.
And other times you can never tell till years afterward....


Okay, I've completely lost the last story, so don't ask me to continue it, because right now I can't. Enjoy!