ProlougeA Chapter by Skye Manson
Prophesy of the Mage Every three centuries a child is born Who has powers beyond the mortal man Given by the gods to make a decision Their true identity unknown to even themselves Only the birthparents know their destiny The coming of age will reveal the truth Through a sword with a blue sapphire Then they will decide the next turn life will take.
Prologue Night fell on Malwe like a cold blanket. The stars were the only light during the night of the new moon and even then, it was cloudy. However, while the village slept, a small house on the very edge of the town next to the forest was still wide-awake. The village doctor and a man holding a two-year-old child were gathered around a woman lying down on the bed. Her gentle, beautiful face was contorted with pain. Sweat rolled from her face giving it a glowing effect in the flickering candle light. She was about to give birth. The doctor kept telling her to push. She would have replied in a very unwomanly fashion had she been able to donate enough breath long enough to talk. The man held the two year child in one hand and his wife’s in the other. He winced in pain as his wife crushed his hand but never let his smile fall from his face. Finally, the deep breathing and constant pushing were covered but the cries of a newborn child. “It’s a boy!” cried the doctor as cut the umbilical cord. The woman smiled, the father laughed, and the two year old started crying from all the laughing and crying going around. Eventually, the father had to remove the two year old because he started biting, hitting, and pulling at him. The doctor said the baby was healthy and stayed for another hour before joining the sleeping village. Meanwhile, the man and the woman smiled upon the newest addition to their family. “He has your eyes.” the woman said. “I know.” the man replied happily. “What will we call him?” “I’m not sure. We’ll figure something out, right?” “Yes.” the woman said softly as if only talking to the boy. They stayed like this, unspeaking, as they watched the infant wiggle in his sleep. Without warning the candle went out and they looked around frightened. At the end of the bed stood the dark outline of a person. The black image looked as if darker living shadows branching off of it. “I come bringing news you will not like but can not be altered.” A woman’s voice said in a ghostly whisper that echoed through the room. “Your child has been chosen to fulfill an important and dangerous duty. He is the next Mage. Being so, he must make a decision. His choice will decide the fate of the world. It is all in his hands. He and all others will know nothing of his true identity if you wish him to survive.” she finished. “But-" the woman started but never finished because a second later the figure disappeared as the candle light brought its flickering light back to the room and the world it seemed. Disturbed, the woman and man stared into each other's eyes looking for an answer but only finding sadness. Seventeen years have passed.
© 2009 Skye MansonAuthor's Note
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Added on April 14, 2009Last Updated on April 17, 2009 AuthorSkye MansonVAAboutI'm more of the reader type than the writer, but I still like to write (just not that often). I'm not much for writing poetry but I'll read it any day. I love fantasy and Sci-fi. Here are some ra.. more..Writing
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