The Joker Rising

Need an Opinion

Hey all, Happy knew year!! We have the first Part of the new updated version of this story and thinking of a new title. We, as a group, narrowed it down to three choices, now we need your help to choose which one. 

I personally never have done anything like this with voting and all. But I'll add the new summary of the book as well as a clip of a finished part. Then the three choices will be after that. 

In light of the new year we plan to have it all ready within the second week of January, or however long you all need to decided which tittle and picture to use. 

Good luck at choosing...

Summary

In mist of a stormy Halloween, a mysterious Emerald eyed baby is left on the front steps of Sunderland Orphan Asylum. This baby had only one name etched into the blanket, he was a peculiar child with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This child was different then any other child there for he was capable of the impossible. At the age of five he leaves the rotten place he has called home, setting out to his destiny he was born for. Years later, with Lord Voldemort rising to power once again in the wizarding world, a new Dark force is making its way out in the world. And they are out for blood...

Clip of story

A busy day greeted the Wizards and witches in Diagon Alley; many busy bodies went in and out of the shops talking small talk to the workers and those who passed by. One current one didn't feel safe when it was a place especially warded to protect the people in case of an attack. He was an official high standing wizard, his ancestors could be traced back generations. "Thank you," the man forced out as he exited a store with his purchases, he paused. There was that feeling. One of being watched, he knew it was most definitely dangerous, so he continued on.

Doing the businesses during the first war would no doubt catch up with him - there he saw it as a shadow. He quickened his pace traveling down the Alley. Pushing his way through a crowd, abruptly turning into a small Alley, hoping to hide.

Turning around knowing the shadow had followed him, "what do you want?" he shouted to the shadowed area. He raised his wand ready to fight as a hooded figure stepped out into the sight. Painstakingly slow the figure raised his head up, he freeze out of terrifying fear at the sight before him. The mask of the member of the Cards, trained killers some say, hunt both muggle and wizards alive for the right price. Which must of been good enough for the leader to come. The Red and Black Joker. "I-I can pay m-more-"

The laugh he was greeted with interrupted his stammering. It sent shivers down the man's spine and spurred him to say his good-byes on the earth as all who faced the Joker died instantly. "Your blood-'' the figure stalked him like prey, his body froze out of his control, he couldn't even move his eyes as he watched "already forfeit." The figure laughed as the blackness seemed to grow. The face of the Joker, the last thing he ever saw; the blood red paint on the mask with a wolf grin smile as he felt his life leaving him.

The body of one, Emeric Mulciber was found with a smile of blood and the Black and Red Joker's calling card from The Deck...

Choices to Chose:

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