10 February 2013
"Where is he." Tamar demanded. His servant, Wilbur trembled with fear. He never wanted to serve the great Tamar, but he had no choice. He was young, eighteen, with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was to keep Tamar organized, and looked after. "Where, is who sir?" "My son Wilbur. Have you found him?" "I-I can show y-you. On t-the wall sir." Tamar clenched his fists. He stormed out of the room, Wilbur following behind him down the stone, torch-lit halls into his layer. The walls were grey, bricks, accept for one, that looked like a mirror. There were books, daggers, and papers coating his desk. Tamar stared in the mirror, an angry face stared back, with black angry eyes, several scars on his face, with dark, auburn hair a mess around his face. Wilbur closed his eyes, and touched the mirror. Their reflections dissolved, and the mirror formed into a screen. "Leave." Tamar demanded. Wilbur scurried out of the room. Tamar watched in fascination, seeing his son for the first time in seventeen years. He had his hair, similar jaw shape, and nose, but his mother's eyes, and mouth. He was in a tree, with a girl. The girl was beautiful, with long black curls, pale skin, and silver eyes. He stared at his son in fascination, he had no sign of demon genetics. He seemed, kind and gentle. That boy, was the only thing that could kill him. The only one, with the same amount of strength, because of the demon blood he had, that was passed to him. He had to be destroyed. And he would do, all he could to do so.
*** Jordan and Roslyn sat at the top of a tree, watching the sun set. He ran his fingers through her soft hair. She inhaled. "This is, probably the best moment of my life." She said, watching the sun. "Me too." He murmured. "I have to get you to your room soon." He felt her body tense. "Do I have a roommate?" "Um, yes. We just need room." "Oh.." "She's nice. I promise. We should head out." He said. She nodded. He gently pulled her into his arms, and jumped out of the tree, dashing through the woods, across the field, and back to the manor in minutes. He set her down, she smiled. Her small hand wrapped around his as he lead her down the dormitory hall, to the last door. "I'll get you later, for dinner. You can meet the family." She nodded. He touched her face, than headed down the hall. Roslyn exhaled, twisting the doorknob. The room had dark green walls, two desks, four poster beds with black covers, vanities, bookshelves, wardrobes, and a door, she assumed lead to a balcony. On the far bed, reading, sat a small, pretty girl with chocolate brown hair, and hazel eyes. She looked up, giving a friendly smile. "Hi." She said. "Um, hi." Roslyn said awkwardly. "I'm clove. You're, Roslyn right?" "Um, yeah." She ran over and hugged her. Overwhelmed by the friendliness, she just stood in place. "So, what are you, exactly?" She asked. "Oh, I'm an Auqin." She said. Roslyn gave he a questioning look. "I summon, control, and produce water, like you with fire." "That's why they assigned me this room." She said. Clove walked over to her bedside table, holding up a glass of water. She placed her palm to the rim of the glass, Roslyn watched in fascination as it filled. She took a sip, than placed it back onto the table. "Your new to being a Flicker. They just want to be careful." She said. Roslyn nodded, walking to her bed, flopping down onto it, staring at the ceiling. Clove looked at the time. "It's six thirty. Dinner time. Ready?" "I'm really tired, I think I'll hang back here." "Okay, I'll be back later." She said, leaving the room. Roslyn laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The door opened. "Roslyn?" Jordan's voice said. She sat up against the headboard. "Yeah." He walked towards her, sitting beside her on the bed. "Ready for dinner?" "I don't want to go. I'm bad at making new friends." "They don't bite. They're just like you. Well, Flynn, might on a full moon... Be careful." He said smirking. He took her hands. "Come on." He said, slowly leading her to the door.
Discovered. ~6~ • Opuss № I