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!

Oops

Did I say week? I meant month...whoops, too late....I think this should be up soon... as soo nas I find the notebook I wrote the next part in.


Oh, well, I'll keep looking, and if I don't find it soon, I'll type up something else, just to get activity on the blog.

Thanks for sticking with me, and for poking me to post.

Coming soon!

Alright, I know I'm neglecting this, but the next section in written, and I promise you, it will change the whole book!

Coming in the next week or so.

Chapter 1-3

It was growing even darker outside. The addition of all the pollution to the city didn't help any, it just made things blacker. No humans could be outside during dark, but after dark, the streets really came alive.
In addition to the Were clan, there were 6 other clans of cats, most at war with one another. Each clan had a different color fur, and they all could see very well in the dark.
Besides the cats, there were 10 clans of dogs. All the dogs were always fighting each other, and they also were always fighting the cats, too.
But through all the clans, the Were clan was the strongest and the toughest. But they weren't always the smartest. For instance, while Comyah was struggling through a conversation with the Dean, the following conversation was going on down the road, and the Dore dog clan.

“Growl growl growl, snort bark growl Were snort growl.”
“Bark snort.”
“Growl snort snort bark bark snort growl bark. Growl snort.”
“Bark bark.”
All of this can be translated as:
“We must get back at the Were clan by kidnapping someclaw.”
“Sounds good.”
“There's this new guy, he helped take down one of our best fighters. He okay?”
“Yep, get him.”

Just a short post to keep going. Chapter 2 starting soon!

Chapter 1-2

Outside, the sky was falling darker and darker. Police bots were still patrolling, but the curfew was soon to take effect.

Outside an abandoned warehouse a cat stood. It was a majestic creature, totally black with blue eyes. It looked around. “Why do I get tonights patrolling?” it wondered aloud. “I could help them resurrect someone, but NO, I have to patrol around watching for something to happen, when nothing will."

It moved on. Out side the alley, a police bot herded a group of people to their apartments before they got locked out for curfew. That was of no concern to the cat.

It jumped over a wall, and found itself suddenly next to a dog.

The dog acted first, and tried to pounce, but the cat moved just in time. It was now cornered, back against the wall. “Why does this always happen when I'm patrolling?” it muttered.

It stood taller, and spoke loud and clear. “Brothers and Sisters of the Order. One member is in trouble. Come to aid in his affair. Through the code of were, I ask you, COME!”

The dog charged, but fifteen other cats appeared out of nowhere, outnumbering the dog. The ensuing fight lasted less than a minute.

Once it was over, a cat with a 2 inch white stripe down its back came over. “You did good to call for help. That dog,” it spat with disgust, “almost took down Bluddy there.” The cat looked over. A cat with a smaller white stripe was bleeding through several gashes.

As the cat watched, several others came over to it, and they all disappeared.

“Tell you what Comyah,” said the cat with the large stripe. “Come back to base, and someone else will take the rest of the patrolling. You can help with the resurrection.”

“Really Admiral? You mean it?” The younger cat's voice rose with excitement. “Oh, thank you!”

The admiral looked at Comyah. “Also, I'm promoting you. You are no longer a youngling-were, you are a novice-were. You shall move your stuff to your new dorm tomorrow. Also, you must change to match.”

“How do I do that?” asked Comyah.

“Simple.” replied the Admiral. He seemed to call on an invisible power. He spoke, but in a deeper voice than usual. “Comyah of the were-clan, I promote you by one level.”

A chill ran down Comyah's back, followed by a chilling sensation. Then it felt as if needles were being poked into his back. He almost screamed, but caught himself, and waited it out.

The needles lasted for about 15 seconds before subsiding. It was followed by another cooling sensation, before going away completely. His back now had a thin line of white fur on it.

“Now, get back to base, and you may help with the resurrection.”

Comyah saluted, and ran off, muttering the spell to call himself to the base. He was caught in a whirlwind, and brought to the base. First thing he saw as he stepped off the was a totally white cat. The dean!

He bowed, and and waited for the dean to pass, but he stopped. “Comyah, a promotion?”

Chapter 1-1

The rabbit stood outside the door. The very large door. It waited for the calling to go inside. After a few minutes of nervous sniffing, a voice sounded from inside the door. “Come,” it rumbled.

The rabbit pushed against the door, and once it had it open, went inside.

It was an office like the ones that private eyes used to use. It had a brown desk, and a computer on it. It didn't look like the now total machinated world the Earth had become. The rabbit looked around, and found that his master was the only one in the room. That was unusual. Usually there was at least two or three other men in the office with him.

The rabbit hopped over to the front of the desk, which the man stood behind. The man spoke. “Esienhower, I call you to form.”

The rabbit started changing. It's head grew, and changed shape. It's ears shrunk to human sized. It's body expanded and lengthened. It took a minute, but the rabbit had changed into a man.

He was in his twenties. His face was pale, and his eyes were black. His hair was long and ginger colored. It went down his back, almost to legs. He had brown clothes on, shorts and a teeshirt, although it was chilly in the room.

He shivered slightly, although he tried not to. He looked up at the man at the back of the desk. The man was a full foot above him, and he had the air of command around him. His face was dark, and his eyes had no pupils. They were totally white, while his hair, on the other hand, was short, and totally black.

He spoke. “I do hope you know that I am very displeased. I expected your spying skills to be a lot better then that.” He paused, and said, almost like in a trance, “It's a pity. You would have been a valuable asset.”

“Pardon, master?” asked the rabbit-man.

“Never mind,” the master snapped. “All that matters is that you failed, and that now you shall pay the consequences.”

The rabbit-man threw himself on the ground in front on the desk. “No, master,” he sobbed. “Don't.”

“It's too late for that Esienhower. It's too late.” He pulled out an old fashioned pistol, and he cocked it.

Esienhower scrambled for cover, and made it under a table. The first shot slammed into the table, and it broke on top of Esienhower, and he was now reopened to the mans shots. Esienhower tried to make it to the door, but he was too slow. Another shot sounded, and he now lay dead on the floor of the office.

The master called, “Kehiegh and Lehr, get in here.” Two bears lumbered in, barely able to fit in the office. “Get rid of this trash,” said the master.

“Yes master,” one of them rumbled. It picked up the corpse, and went out. The other saluted with one paw. “What is thy bidding, master?”

The master stroked his chin, apparently not noticing there was no beard. “Go fetch Gower. He'll do. And replace that table.” With that said, he sat down in his chair, and activated his computer.

The bear left the room, leaving the man all alone.

He sighed. “Time for my medication.” He went to a cabnet off to the side, and took out a teaspoon. He filled it with blood red liquid, and gulped it down.

He then dove to the middle of the room as he began to change. He went through a transformation, and turned into a werewolf. It lay on the ground, and smiled. It wasn't a pretty sight.

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