Prologue

Prologue:

As the wind whipped about him in all different directions taking his cloak with it, he stood alone on the cliff contemplating the sanity of his next choice. He glanced down at the jagged rocks below and attempted to tame the fear that roiled inside of him.

No one had ever attempted such a feat before and he wondered whether it would work or not. His teacher had told him when he was just a novice. “Atticus there would come a day when the power that all sorcerers had flowing inside of them would grow in strength. There will be two sorcerers that will come into the world at that time. They will need guidance and a good teacher.

“You want me to teach them?” he had asked.

“No, I am not saying that, but if it came to pass that they needed help and you didn’t help them then all humanity could be lost as there are those that would seek to control them and twist them to their own agenda.”

Atticus had never felt as powerful as he had from his teacher’s words.

He had never had the stomach for heights and as he stood there on the edge of the cliff he was about to take a step back from the edge a voice inside him told him to try. He didn't know if this would work or it wouldn't which would lead to a long fall to- "No," he said his thoughts subconsciously conveying into words; "I won't let that distract me from my goal!" He started to think of his nephew hoping that everything would be alright for him if this didn’t work but at that moment of time he put all logical thought out of his mind and reached for the power that flowed through him and gathered as much as he could without killing him and stepped off the edge... and stood there.

He laughed with joy and relief. “It worked!!” he yelled out to no one. Or so he thought.

“Why hello Atticus, such a nice surprise to see you here” said the mystery man.

“Why are you here? I thought you were indisposed.”

“I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see you one last time”

Atticus felt his power waver and knew he couldn’t hover there for much longer. Anxiety gripped him as he stood in mid-air. He tried to get closer to the cliff but suddenly a knife appeared in the man’s hand. He stopped in his tracks so as not to antagonise him.

“Now you wouldn’t want to do that would you? Something just might happen, and we wouldn’t want that before we had a chance to talk.” He snickered.

“I don’t know what we could possibly talk about that we couldn’t talk about with me standing next to you.”

“You know that you are a greater sorcerer than anyone else alive, so if you were to be ‘standing next to me’ as you put it, we would be having a completely different conversation.”

“You felt it as well didn’t you?”

“Yes, indeed I did.” He looked away staring into the distance. “I didn’t know that the prophecy would be fulfilled so soon, I expected a lot more time to do this but I need them to control the other sorcerers.”

“And you need me out of the way to seize control.”

“Precisely, I felt the shift in power when they were born and knew my time was now.” He laughed. “And besides the way I see it, this can only end one way.”

“And what way would that be? Destruction wherever you go? Following you like a wave of dread?”

“No I will usher in a new era of peace as long as the others follow in my footsteps.” He smiled. “What am I talking about? As long as I have the children I will be unstoppable.”

“You won’t be able to use them until after they turn 16 years of age. You know as well as I do that there powers won’t come to them until then.” He was sounding more and more like a madman Atticus thought to himself.

“I don’t need them to use the powers I just need them to think like me and think that my way is the right way, so as when they do receive their powers they will be ready to take up my cause and help me control the populous of sorcerers.”

Atticus knew that if he continued talking he wouldn’t be able to extend his power to last long enough to make a move. He calculated his odds of survival and knew that they weren’t good. He started moving very slowly towards the cliff. His counterpart seemed to be too deep in his reverie not to notice his surroundings. The cliff was only a few feet away when the figure started talking again.

“The way I see it is that as long as everyone stays loyal I won’t need to hurt anyone.” He turned his back to Atticus. “And let’s face it the world will be a better place with me in control. I’m afraid this will be goodbye”

The effort he was using to keep himself afloat was exhausting. He could feel the power slipping from him. Every step felt like the Earth weighing down on his soldiers. He wouldn’t make it he realised.

“Now now Atticus you should know not to try to sneak around. It’s rude.”

As he reached the edge of the cliff and sighed with relief he looked up to see the man extend his arm. Atticus barely glimpsed the knife as it sailed through the air, no doubt propelled by magic, and buried itself into his stomach. He grunted with pain as his feet slipped and the ground below ceased to hold him. He fell backwards not having the strength to stay upright. He fell, gaining momentum as he made his way towards the water below. He looked up and saw the face of the man laughing growing smaller and smaller. He thought of his family and hoped they would be well. His last thought was of the children and hoped that they would be safe. He smiled, happy that he had lived a full life hoping that it would not end this way and slipped into darkness.

Author's Note

What does everyone think? This is the final copy of the prologue unless small changes need to be made later on. Leave a review no matter what you think even if it is just one word.

Reviews

[d-lee]

well done....keep it flowing my son

[Confused Author]

I agree with the previous review. A touch more description of both sorcerers and whats going on would help breath life into the story.

[luvs2write]

This sounds promising! It is an interesting beginning, and leaves the reader wanting more. I only have one suggestion.....I understand that you want to keep it short, since it is the prologue but I think it might need just a touch more description. There was good description in the beginning, but when the dialogue started up I felt a little lost. Just a few sentences make a big difference... You mentioned that Atticus was feeling his power waver, but to make it seem more realistic maybe you could add in how he was feeling (anxious, worried...)? Just a suggestion. =) Keep writing!!

[luvs2write]

Hmm...the rating system seems to be messed up. I gave you a 100, but it only gave you a 94. Sorry about that.

[Joshua Henry]

Thank you for the review and the rating. I am not quite finished and am still writing in the last part of the prologue. I will put in some more description as you suggested and write in some more information about what he is doing.