GUYS HERE IT IS THE PROLOGUE!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE IT! (Song: The Brig -- Story: Me!) | | | | v v
Prologue All day Chase Merlin had felt abnormal. A slight pressure engulfed his body. A magical pulse hummed through his veins, something he was more than accustomed to, but this was different. His magic usually felt like a tingling at his fingertips, and it only came when invited. But this pulsing seemed like a call. A summoning. Almost as if some essence of magic itself was trying to grab his attention. The pulse had awakened him before the sun had risen, and Chase paced around his room for hours, pacing around it at least a thousand times. His room was rather small and was lined with many bookshelves. Each held books brimming with magic, both past and present. His desk sat in the far corner of his room with an antique candle lantern perched near the edge, which was accompanied by a magical orb that revealed scenes of the world outside. After hours of useless searching, he turned to magic. He raised both of his hands, extending only two fingers forward. He closed his eyes and channeled his magic reserve that gathered in the deep corners of his mind. Chase’s magic shot out of his two fingers and weaved through the books, seeking insights on the sudden disturbance in his magic. And then something shifted. Chase didn’t lose control. No, it was more like the magic had taken control of itself, that it decided it was done listening to Chase. The magic now surged with a life of its own. He retracted his hands, attempting to create a chasm in the chaos, but the magic didn’t cease its rampage. It grew in power, sending random books flying off the shelves and clattering to the floor. Chase scrambled back, avoiding the danger of the sailing objects. All of a sudden, a book that had fallen onto the floor flipped open. Out of the pages came a projection of a figure, a girl he had never seen before. Every book that had ended up on the ground had opened to reveal a person, each one distinctly different than the last. Chase crawled past ancient scrolls, broken elixirs, and scattered books to get a closer look at the girl's face. A sharp pain throbbed in his head as if a thousand thorns were stinging him, and Chase gripped his head, trying to find solace. The air vanished. His lungs pulled at nothing. He planted his hands on the floor. Then a voice cut through the noise. “Find them.” The command echoed into the deep corners of his mind, leaving him no place to hide. With it came a vivid image. A group of the people he had seen projected from his books; only now there were two additions. Chase… and his brother. Chase’s heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn’t seen Blake since he’d called Chase a mistake the world kept praising. He looked…older. Harder. The lightheartedness he once carried was gone. He looked like someone who had learned to live without Chase. But that wasn’t the only thing. In the back of the image was a shadow of a figure. It loomed taller than all of them. The group seemed completely unaware, but the shadow kept crawling closer and closer. The image snapped away. It took Chase a while to trust his legs, but he finally stood up, brushed off the dust from his joggers, and took a deep breath. The room now felt claustrophobic instead of comforting. The command rang loud in his mind. His shoes tapped against the stone floors as he carefully gathered all of the open books and forced his breathing to slow. Chase swept the chaos off his desk and onto the floor before carefully placing the books down. He needed to find them. He didn’t know why or how, but he knew where he would start. He needed to find Blake. And for one brief, dangerous moment, Chase allowed himself to hope.
