Manipulators: Dark Throne

Prologue

1

The tower was forbidden for anyone. Nobody was allowed inside the tower except for the king himself. Mystery shrouded the entrance and shadows normally slipped through the door.

The door itself was iron cast. On the iron had a carving inside of it. Mystery shrouded the carving as well. It was an ornate drawing that had lines like vines, and one large bar in the center which acted as a handle.

It was 3am, and nobody was awake. The door silently swung open, and out walked a cloaked figure. The cloak was black and was draped over his head. The door closed silently, and the figure strode across the castle. Hours upon hours he walked with no rhyme or reason.

The figure halted. Someone was awake. Footsteps approached the man from behind, as he swiftly moved around a corner into the shadows. The queen looked around for someone. But who? The figure knew who, because it was him.

2

The Village of Porsche was settled on a cliff across the Lake of Prospered Gods. Daemyn was walking down the only street in the Village. He wasn't like all the other members in the Village. He was hiding something, a power that hadn't shown up in the kingdom in centuries.

He got to the town square, and saw many people trading and bargaining. He just wanted an apple from his friend.

He walked over to the cart that his friend worked at, and put down two silver coins. "One apple." Daemyn smiled, and Yuri smiled too. She took the coins, and reached down for an apple.

'So what's new?"Daemyn proposed. Yuri placed the apple on the table, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Same old thing. Nothing too new." Daemyn took a big bite out of the apple, and felt the juices and sweet flavors merge with his tongue. The aroma of flavor that mixed and blended together made him feel so alive, which was something he hadn't felt for years.

"Daemyn," He looked up at her. "The king is sending out his goons tonight. Please be careful." Ever since Daemyn's mom died, there was nobody to help him control his power. She didn't have the power, but assisting anyone with powers was illegal. The king wanted to destroy any and all magic for himself, because he was the breed of humans.

"I know. I will stay inside." She nodded, and the two began to go for a walk down the road.

"Does anyone else know except for your family and me?" Nobody needed to know except for the people who could keep a secret.

"Nobody else really needs to know. I also feel like my powers are getting stronger every day. I feel like the earth itself calls me. Metal calls to me."

The two eventually perched themselves on the cliff that the Village was placed on. They could see across the valley, but nobody had seen anything across the mountains. The mystery was always in the back of Daemyn's mind.

Daemyn was throwing around a few rocks by moving his hands around beautifully. The unique movements were flowing across the plain of the air. Daemyn dropped the rocks, and looked over to the mountains. He dropped the newly cored apple, and it rolled down the hill, and off the cliff entirely.

"You know, I wish that the world didn't start the way it did. That way I wouldn't have this curse." Daemyn was frustrated because he was an illegal nightmare to most of the kingdom. He couldn't control anything, however it was men in power he was talking about. People in power choose to destroy uniqueness, because it is just different and powerful.