Girmore
The thunder clash, shaking the sky. Heavy droplets pitter-patter down. Jon found himself facing a group of boys. The ten boys standing around him, each taking a turn to drive their first into him. They corner him at Murky's pond. Jon's eyes have swollen shut at this point. The rain drops making him jump.
"Look at this fake here. How did he even get into our school? Mages are strong. Ha." Jon knows this voice, the leader. The head boy in the mages school. Marcus Vardou. His father was the head of the school and one of the strongest mages to come from the Blue Ring Mages School.
"I'm not a fake, I'm just having a hard time controlling my power." Jon cries. He can feel his knees shaking. 'I'm not sure how much longer I can stand. They need to leave.'
"Oh, Jonny boy, I hate to break it to you." Marcus large fist slams into Jon's gut. "You come from the weakest family. The slum of the mage world. I was shocked you were allowed here."
Pain spikes in Jon's leg as the impact from Marcus kicks his knee. The rain starts to pick up. Jons can feel his long blond hair sticking to his skin.
"Death will be good for all of us. The school will be read of it's embarrassment and we will be free of having to deal with you." His snicker is followed by the group of boys hideous laughs.
"Finish this Marcus, we will be late for class and we do not want to anger Professor Igor." This voice is cold and heartless, Vane.
"Shut it Vane. Just because you're a Rank 3 doesn't mean a thing. You are nothing without me."
He's the strongest kid in school. He's mainly a loner but because of where he comes from, he needs to make friends to climb the ladder of life. His huff sends a chill into everyone.
"Fine, I will end this for you." The rain seems to stop, a cold mist raises from the ground. The other boys hurry and back away from him. "I am sorry Jon, this is the end."
"No, please. Please, this can't be the end." Jon drops to his knees, holding his hand together, locking his fingers. His sobs louder than the fall of the rain. "This… is my… families… last... chance, please… don't take this… from… me."
"Jon…" The pause in Vanes words. It's the time that Jon needs. He knows he's not strong enough to take them by himself, he's only a rank 1. He barely made it into the school and wi be lucky if he every truly becomes a mage himself.
"Fire-bolt." Jon's palm turns a dull orange. Brighter in the middle. A small ball of orange light forms an inch away. The small light compresses or the point it almost disappears. The orange ball streaks across the open space, blood spurts from Vanes shoulder.
"ARGH! YOU BASTARD!" Vane screeches. A purple orb appears in his hand. He stretches back then hurls the orb forward.
'Good, you have proved your self worthy.' Jon jump to his feet at the voice. It's deep gravely voice whispered right in his ear, but he could sense no one near him.
'Who's there? Why am I hearing voices?' Jon ask in his mind, know he wouldn't get an answer.
'I'm here to help you, I can make you stronger than all of them. I promise.' The voice spoke. Time slows down, the purple orb just leaving Vanes hand almost stops in the air. The rain drop become clear, he can reach out and catch them.
'Who are you and why are you willing to help me? I'm just as they say, a nobody.' Jon thinks. The deep voice starts to chuckle.
'That is why, together we can rule the world. But there is a price.' The voice says again.
'I don't care about price, I'll sell my soul if I have too.' Jon screams in his head. The world comes back into motion. The rain slams down. The purple orb races forward.
"Hello? Please don't leave me!" Jon turns to see the orb just in time. He throws his hands up to block it, but he fails. The orb exposed on impact. Throwing him into the pond behind him. With a large splash Jon's body sinks into the water.
"Yay!" A chorus of cheers ring out of the group of boys, all except Vane. His body shivers, feeling cold and alive. This was the first time he killed someone. They are cheering for him but what did he really do? He killed a weak boy for no other reason other than being weak. What does this really mean for him?
"Well, I will make sure to past on some good news to my father, he will see that you find a good teacher. No need for a talent like this to go to waste." Marcus' small hand slaps his back. Vane now knows this is the path he has chosen, now he must walk it.
'Jon, it is time to wake, they have left.' The voice calls out. The frail boy with burns all over his arms and little on his face. They seemed to have been healed a little, only pink scars remain. Jon cracks his eyes open, looking around, a black murkiness is all he can see. He jumps to the side as a scales rub across his leg. His heart starts beating faster. He struggles to swim upwards, only to feel his body to be slowly pulled down. 'Stop fighting it boy. Come help me so I may help you.'
'Why am I not dead? How am I down here?' Jon's heart won't stop beating so fast. It is all he can hear in the deep murky bottom. The cold water wrapping itself around him, yet for some reason he can still breathe. Cold muck rushes in between his toes as he touches the bottom only to jerk his feet back up. The vines of sea weed sway in the pond, like trees dancing in the wind.
Sitting in the middle of the pond, chained to a large black rock. Loose paper seals flopping in the water. The closer Jon looks at the book, the more amazing it becomes.
A faint red glow emanates from the book. Two blue chains holding it to the large black rock. One is twisted and has cracks running through it.
'Jonathan Hilgrass, son of the famous Dirk Hilgrass. Once you grab me I will be free. Set me free and as a reward I will make you strong. Is that not what you desire?' The voice calls out again.