The summer night air was still and calm over the
surrounding city as the people slept and dreamed. They dreamed of
new power, of wealth and love but always of happiness. Isn't that
what we all dream of? Happiness? The city of Median was no
different and yet something was disrupting the calm night
It was the sound of footsteps as they echoed
throughout the still streets. Shadows flashed, created by the
balls of light that floated in the air, the sound of laboured
breathing and swearing filled the night as a dark figure ran this
way and that.
He dashed through the gaps between the tall
buildings that towered over ever living thing. The white bricks
glowed softly, a calming light that was meant to comfort those
that needed it but now when it was needed the most it became
eerie and dangerous. The swoosh of robes
seemed loud as the now silent figure looked over his shoulder
to make sure he wasn't being followed for in his coat pocket
lay the source of enormous power. Power that no human could
ever imagine by themselves. It had the ability to destroy
worlds in the blink of an eye and yet it was the most ordinary
The dark man sighed in relief as he realised he
was safe. He stepped from the shadows that had protected him
and glanced nervously around once more. He turned on his heel
and started to walk down the empty street. The package in his
left pocket weighed heavily on him. The duty he was entrusted
with was an honour for any in this world or any other.
His trained and careful eyes roamed the streets,
searching for any signs of movement and yet was reassured by the
gun in his pocket and the years of training he had received.
Every hour of hard work and back breaking training had come down
to this. The dark stranger had come top in his class and this was
why he was chosen for this most important of tasks.
A footstep echoed from far behind him and the
dark man froze as he listened with all his might, waiting for a
sign that he had heard correctly. When nothing happened he
continued walking, the feeling of safety from before had
vanished in a split second.His breathing
was speeding up and his heart rate increasing as feelings of
fear and panic gripped him tightly, winding around his heart,
threatening to betray him with their power and strength.
It was when a shadow flashed at the corner of his
eye that he froze yet again and turned with speed, wiping the gun
from his inside pocket, pointing it towards the empty
street.Yet he wasn't fooled. This was
nothing more than a came to these creatures. A chance to have
some sport, get some prey. The life of an innocent was nothing to
them, nothing but a candle they needed to snuff out. It was made
worse by the fact that they knew nothing of the power he was
holding in his coat pocket.
Another shadow flashed at the corner of his eye
and spinning quickly he found himself face to face with the thing
it's self. They were the product of an experiment gone wrong by
the One and Only. Strange twisted creatures that knew nothing of
love or happiness. They were pure evil and their hearts as black
as the claws hanging by their sides.
It was a monster more than 7 feet tall. It was
the general shape of a human but its features were as twisted
as its soul. Its body was grotesque and out of shape. Stretched
and thin with a mouth that ran from ear to ear filled with four
rows of yellow stained, razor teeth. It had one eye in its fore
head and the other near its ear; both were a dirty white colour
with no pupils.
The man shuddered and the monster lifted its head
and sniffed the air through the two slits it had for nostrils.
The man backed up as image after image of suffering entered his
head. Things that had happened to others but not to him. It was
how the monster could see its victims- through their fear.
Gripping his head the man fell to his knees
screaming in pain as he felt everything again and again. The
monsters mouth wriggled into a smirk like shape and it paced
foreword it's long black claws scrapping the cobble stoned
street. It's breathing loud and as it stopped in front of the
crouching man a barking sound escaped its lips, a laugh that sent
shudders down the defenceless man.
The man lifted his head suddenly and extended
his hand where a ball of light sat ready and waiting without
thinking he threw it at the creature and watched with hope as
the light attached to the skin and blue streams of light spread
over its skin, until it was nothing but a blur of light.
The creature's screams of pain screeched through
the air and destroyed the peaceful silence. Windows cracked and
smashed in protest of the high pitch and the man covered his ears
as the ringing sent shock wave after shock wave through his
skull, destroying his hearing and his sight as his brain shut
When the creature finally exploded his hearing
returned along with his sight but the man knew it was too late as
a black claw hissed through the air and straight through his
back. Killing him instantly.
Another scream echoed through the night air but
this did not belong to any monster. This belonged to a median
as he jumped from the near by building and landed without fault
on his feet. His hair a blazing red and his black eyes snapping
as he glared at the creature in front of him and the body of
his dead friend.
The air hissed and crackled around him as he
called all his power to his hands, allowing the rage he so rarely
felt overcome every fibre of his being, his need for revenge
driving a way common sense as the shimmering blue light grew in
his palm. With a throw he tossed it straight into the face of the
creature and watched with satisfaction as it screamed and howled
in pain before it too exploded.When rage
finally subsided the stranger ran to the bleeding corpse that lay
collapsed on the cobbles.
"Harry, HARRY!" he screamed the name over and
over again but when no reply came the bright red hair turned
black with grief and the stranger gently lifted the dead body
of his friend and lover into his arms.
Setting off at a run the stranger ran as fast as
he could for two reasons. One to get to their destination as soon
as possible and the other to try and run off the stress and
grief. Killing the creature had not satisfied his sense of
revenge and he knew that nothing probably would. It was
He skidded to a halt next to a white brick
building identically to those around him and yet it was different
to those that looked closer. It had the slight blur to it that
came from sorcery. A spell to conceal and hide. One that when you
looked at the building something somewhere else needed your
attention more. Only those that knew where it was could find
Setting the body down the stranger lifted his
palm and counted across three bricks before placing his hand
flat against it. The brick glowed white before turning green as
it scanned his hand print and accepted it. The wall moved back
then to the left showing a door that known without permission
Picking up the body gently the stranger walked
into the darkness before the door shut again and he had no choice
but to go forward. With each steps lights turned on and followed
his path. Soft blue lights that sensed the sadness and pain
radiating from the being walking past and the sense of
Corridors twisted this way and that, almost
impossible to find the way you want to go but the stranger walked
with confidence down each corridor twisting this way and that and
gripping the fading body of his lover in his arms. Knowing he
only had a little time left.
Picking up the pace he started to run and top
speed yet again and sighed in relief when a mahogany door
appeared in front of him with a glowing blue moon carved into the
wooden frame. He burst through the door and didn't even glance at
the room full of people before heading straight through to the
door at the opposite side of the room.
Shoving it open he placed the body of his friend
of the large table in the centre of the white room and raised
his eyes to the old man sitting in the chair at the other
"He's dead, Brana. The Inconnue got him. Came at
him from behind. I…was too…late. I couldn't HELP HIM!" the
stranger screamed at Brana across the table before he collapsed
onto the floor.
"Piper, there was nothing you could do. He
wanted to do it, even when you disapproved of it." Brana spoke
His grey hair was mused and his blue eyes were
dull and sad as he stared at the body of the young boy on the
table even as he faded before his eyes.
"Did he finish the job?" Brana asked.
"Is that all you can think about? He's
"Of course I know that Piper but this is more
important than Harry, you or even me. this is to save all three
worlds. If he failed we're all dead. Do you understand that
Piper? This is for the greater cause than just your feelings
"Well, of course you'd say that! You
never liked the relationship I had with your nephew. You never
"For God's sake Piper. Listen to yourself!
Listen to how selfish you are sounding! Now get a grip!" Brana
yelled at him as he walked towards the dead body of his nephew.
It was barely there any more. Only a small glimmer of it and
his clothes were left.
It was true however what Piper was saying. Brana
hadn't been very accepting of the two men's relationship not
because it was two men but more because Brana got the feeling
that it was more one sided. Harry loved Piper more than life
itself however Brana didn't get the same vibe from Piper.
Brana sighed and placed his hand on Harry's head
before bending down and kissing his forehead. Straightening up he
reached his hand inside of Harry's pockets and with a sigh of
relief pulled out the small package that Harry had died trying to
get back here.
Opening the package Brana tipped the contents
upside down. A small silver and gold bangle dropped into his
open palm. This was what his nephew had died over. This small
bangle, a bangle that held the utmost power, one that destroyed
worlds. Before his eyes Brana watched as the bangle glowed a
brilliant white and changed its shape to that of a ring.
"It's started, hasn't it?" Piper asked softly as
he watched Harry's body disappear altogether and all that was
left where his clothes.
"Just as it was prophesized. It has changed
shape to fit its new owner. Yet it is no-one in this room."
Brana mused thoughtfully.
"It is a male however. The ring isn't that of a
female. So what now?" Piper asked as he stared at the ring still
in Brana's open palm.
"We find the owner. Or to be more specific,
you find the owner."
Piper's face dropped, his whole body went limp. He
thought his part in this was over. He was wrong.
"The prophecy. The one who will find him will lose
a loved one and gain one. He will be saved and yet will save. You
have lost a loved one."
"But how in God's name am I meant to find this
person? It's impossible. It could be anyone in the three
worlds." Piper asked as he threw his hands in the air in
"Wrong. He's a mortal." Brana said as he walked
towards the small silver bell sitting by the window sill. Lifting
it he rang it softly before setting it back down once
"When it changed shape it went white."
Piper waited for him to say more but when Brana
kept quiet he prompted, "And?"
"If it was to be a Median it would have glowed
blue as is our signature colour, a wizard red and a mortal
"I see." Piper sighed and rubbed his eyes
warily. He knew that the information was meant to help but out
of the three worlds the mortal one was
the largest. It would be next to impossible to find the one
mortal needed. The one the power had chosen and yet he knew he
The fate of the three worlds now lay in the
hands of a mortal, but who exactly was the question?