Oliver Print Chapter Two

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?" Oliver rushed to the crumpled and bloody heap that was his former boss. He held two fingers to his neck, and felt no pulse.

Thinking fast, he ran, out into the cold early sunrise, and to the nearby hospital.

" HELP! My boss is bleeding to death! He has no pulse!" he yelled into the hall full of Healers, and two burst out of the doors and rush to the print shop.

" he's bleeding badly! Get-" oliver rushed inside, only to find his boss in a body bag. He was dead.

" wow.... There goes my only friend. Im sorry, i cant stay!" oliver rushed out, slamming the shop door behind him.

He ran past his parents, his mom shocked and following, while his father smoked a pipe and reading. He seemed completely oblivious to his son's distress.

" what happened!"Orella walked into the room and found Oliver weeping into his pillow. She sat down next to him and ran her hand over his soaked back.
He was sweating profusely, due to the unceasing stress. She patted his back, and sang a song:

By the sweet sweet light of the sun, all our work for the day is done. By the silver sweet shine from the grey and white moon, we soon fall asleep in our rooms.

"Mom, what will I do? He was my only friend. I can't explain how awful I feel. This pain in my chest wont go away, and I don't know why."

" there, there honey. It's going to be alright. You suffered two losses today: your boss, and a friend. Come, we have a gift for you."

Alera led Oliver to a locked room, and retrieved a brass and copper key from inside her shirt. She held a finger to her lips as she opened the door.

" this is our secret!" she whispered hoarsely, and ushered Oliver inside. She closed the door behind her, and proceeded to a large, wooden chest. There was no padlock, or any type at that matter.

"Sixteen years ago,you were born. You had no Magickal talent at all. Now, fifteen years later, you are one of the Forbidden. You were born of Fire. This Chest contains your Magick. Treat it carefully, or you may die."

Oliver placed his hand into a hole made exactly his wrist size, and opened the chest. Immediately, all the lights went out, and he was enveloped in a relaxing warmth. Fire spread out within him.

Lights appeared and everything was back to normal. He was now a FireBender. He was a Forbidden.