the chosen ones

Kyle talks to Skylor who he reconizes as a chosen one-the leader of the three, and gives him a spell that will awaken the power of three!

Chapter one

“The Awakening.”

 

Skylor felt anger seize him, why had his mother thought it best to send him to England? Why had she even sent him in the first place? All they did was have a fight. He really hated being the new kid, well he wasn’t really the new kid there had been many new kids. After all he wasn’t the only new kid, he had been here in the eerie foggy England for a week and so far he couldn’t adjust to it.

He now sat in class until a voice to his right made him jump slightly, he turned to see a boy with spiked hair and semi tanned skin, his eyes were dark blue. Almost as dark as the sea.

“are you new?” wow, Skylor struggled not to roll his eyes. He had been in England for a week now and this guy was just noticing him now. “I’ve seen you around campus before, when did you get here?”

“oh, a week ago. I’m Skylor.” Skylor bit his lower lip nervously, his eyes scanned the guy with uneasiness he had an odd feeling about this guy.

“I’m Kyle. I’ve been here for a while. Probably four years, how old are you?” Kyle asked as he scanned Skylor with an odd feeling in his gut.

“oh, I’m eighteen, how old are you?”

“eighteen, as well. So what are you doing this lunch hour?” Kyle asked.

“staying in my dorm room, which I have no dorm mate yet. Why?” Skylor asked as he looked down at his doodle.

“I could help you unpack…” Kyle suggested, hoping Skylor wouldn’t turn down the offer.

“sure.” the bell rang and the crowed exited out the door, Kyle picked up his back pack and put it over his shoulder, Skylor hugged his binder to his chest and they started walking toward the door.

*

The dorm was dark and nearly empty, the window was opened and the curtains blew in the chilly wind. Closing the window he turned on the heat and closed the blinds. Hiding the dark sky that was dank and depressing. He turned to kyle and paused as he turned on the light to reveal boxes up to the ceiling.

“are you serious? you’ve been here for a week and are still not unpacked? Wow.” he walked up to a huge box and cut the tape open. The box was full of sheets and pillows. He pulled the things out of the box and placed it onto the made bed, then he ripped the box and put it into the garbage. Skylor watched as Kyle ripped the box apart and moaned internally in attraction.

“you’re pretty good at ripping boxes,” Skylor complimented as he bit his lip now in a flirtatious manner.

*

As they exited into the hallway kyle turned to him and gave him a peace of crumpled paper. “read this tonight at midnight, okay?” he passed the note to Skylor, as skylors hand touched the paper an electric jolt shot up his spine. “it’s a poem…one you read out loud.”

Kyle wasn’t in anymore of his classes and for some reason he felt really anxious and excited to read the “poem” that Kyle had given him.

The rest of the day seemed to really drag on and on, until the last bell rang and he immediately went to his dorm room. He plugged in his laptop and began messaging on MSN messenger and face booking trying to pass time when a knock made him jump awake. There was no one at the door. He looked at the clock which read twelve o’ one. “I can read it now.” he almost was jumping up and down. He found the paper in his pocket after digging for it for a seconed or two. He unwrinkled it and looked at the writing.

“Release the powers and enchant us three. Give us the power, we want the power as we call to you and our spirits soar. Enchant us now us chosen three, three times three set them free.” as though a window was open a cold draft went through the room and sent the hair on his neck standing on end.

*

As he walked down the hallway someone caught his eye, he had blond spiked hair and deep set green eyes. The guy walked confidently, way to cocky and arrogant. He bumped skylors shoulder as he walked by. Skylor turned confidently and glared at Kevin, “excuse me would be polite!”

Kevin turned and looked at him, he tried to retort but found this “kid” as he would call him but he wasn’t like other people. He was a witch, and a chosen. He smiled amusedly, “excuse me.”