"The Curse of Olthama"
One must pity those who think the world of magic is one beautiful world with harmless creatures and kindhearted people, they don't know anything.
A magical world is very filthier and darker than you think.
Forget all the information that you've gained through reading fantasy books that made you interested in those worlds. The beauty of those stories is the fact that they are only scratching the tip of the iceberg.
"Tom Martin" remember that name. Until the past few months, he was just a naughty boy in London.
Tom had a thin body with round and black eyes and long hair till under his ears. The interesting thing about Tom's hair was that he could cover his ears with it in winter to prevent the cold from harming his soft ears.
Of course, he had a strong and resistant body and you shouldn't get fooled by his small size.
If you want to comprehend the world overfilled with magic and spells you should follow Tom Martin's life's journey. An exciting story that is completely intertwined with reality and shouldn't be taken as a fictional one.
The story began on the night when the sky was crying. Its tears purified the ground and its wail shook the people's hearts. The unprecedented rain showers and angry howls of wind were confirmation of this speech.
That night everything was weird. The night when the separations were the cause of future wars. The night when the unforgettable alliances were forged. And the night when the poor man sacrificed his life for Tom's. Let's begin the story from this man:
He was passing through the city alleyways, running so fast as if demons of hell were chasing him.
He couldn't even walk properly from tiredness but he was continuing running. The rain was slowing him down and the sound of his bare feet contacting with water on the ground was spreading through the air.
While running, he passed by an old street light with a large red line written on it: "Danger Of Death"
Death! What a sad word! That poor man was only a few steps away from death and only a miracle could save his life, a thing of rare happening.
His large, loose, and weird robe that would occasionally get stuck under his feet was almost making him fall.
A little further ahead he saw a narrow alley on the right side of the street. Despite the difficulties, he reached that alley.
He stopped for a second to take a breath and for the city's cold air to calm his racing heart, but the servants were quickly approaching him. He ran as fast as he could to the end of the alley and took off his silver robe at the same time.
Before reaching the end of the alley, he had already taken off his robe and continued running with his simple and old shirts and pants under his robe. He still had his robe in his hand and had to throw it where the servants' eyes couldn't reach or else, they would find his scaping route.
The man saw an orange-yellow light of the street light at the end of the alley and beneath it was an iron trash-can located.
The mixture of water and garbage in the trash-can was making a putrid scent like rotten fish and or dead human body.
he threw his robe in the trash-can…
Suddenly a black-gray cat's scream that was searching for food in the trash-can raised. the sound was so loud that it could be heard even from neighboring alleys.
The cat screamed and ran away. "Damn cat!", he said before running, as apprehension took over his whole body.
Then he ran away from there as fast as he could. "Maybe they haven't heard the cat's voice! Maybe they think the cat shouted unduly! Or maybe it was fighting with another cat over food?!" he said while running.
The scream of an ugly street cat is nothing special after all, but apparently, this time that trivial voice had attracted the attention of the servants.
He moved away his long and brown hair on his eyes and forehead.
He opened his mouth from thirst but the raindrops were messing with him. Hardly a few raindrops spilled on his tongue but wasn't enough, not even a little.
His white, thin, and bony legs had become loose from intense fatigue and tiredness and any moment was possible for his muscles to lose strength and make him fall.
A thick fog had devoured the front alley. At the end of the alley, some shadows were standing in the fog. The servants had found him.
The man's heart was beating so hard in his chest that it could split him open and come out at any moment.
With his last bit of strength, he tried to run. The shadows disappeared. The unlucky man was running and kept looking behind him and was busy checking his surroundings.
Sometimes he looked at the ring that he had in his hand. The ring was ugly and weird with a small and wine-colored jewel. The ring's jewel was so small that it couldn't be seen from a few meters away and the gemstone was like crystal or something like that because it sometimes shone when it was in darkness.
Maybe that ring was a relic?! Maybe those servants were after the ring?! Or maybe it was so valuable to some people more than the life of a brown-haired man?!
He was passing through alleys and streets until he saw a narrow alley and entered it.
He kept running through the alley but suddenly petrified in his place.
Two people with weird clothes were standing in the fog at the end of the alley and were staring at him with their soulless eyes.
The man turned around to go back the way he came from but it was too late as the other two servants were blocking the way out. The ill-fated man was stuck between the most dangerous killers in the world.
All the servants were clothed in black hooded robes. In their eyes were nothing but two sun-colored ones and only darkness in place of their mouth and noses.
Servants calmly approached the man. The man held out the hand that had the ring toward the servants.
Suddenly he wondered and got overwhelmed by thoughts. "How many were they?! Four or five?" he thought to himself.
"One, two, that's three, four..." started counting with a low voice.
"It's too late!"