Redemption: A Spellbound Inc Fantasy Story

The Start of The Journey to Find Them: Chapter 3

*3rd Person P.O.V*

Grunting with the effort of about a thousand pounds of wood and stone on top of him, Mivlatt heaved what was on top of him off, groaning as he realized how much his whole entire body hurt.

"Crap," he thought to himself, "I think I broke a rib." 

He tried standing but was immediately met with a sharp pain in his side.

"Yep, definitely a broken rib," he moaned quietly, shifting slightly and then wincing. 

Along with the pain, he felt immense guilt and sorrow over what happened. Every single time something hurt (which was whenever he moved even an inch), he thought of his wife and kids. 

Every time he closed his eyes he saw the shadowed man. Or woman. Once he thought about the shadowed figure, his eyes would get teary. His throat would catch with emotion.

He lost his wife and his kids. The people he loved more than anything, and he just let them get taken. He didn't fight the figure. He didn't do anything. He just stood there like a coward. 

"That's what I am, a coward," he voiced aloud, trying to get the rubble of his house off of him, thinking he was talking to himself when suddenly there leaped in a tall man with long gray and white robes. 

Mivlatt tried to jump up and run, but he couldn't. He was still stuck in the rubble, plus every time he moved he got a sharp pain on his side, which was just fantastic. 

The tall man moved towards Mivlatt, making him shrink back in fear. The last time a figure he didn't know stood in this house, it all came tumbling down. Mivlatt wouldn't trust that easily anymore. He was done with trusting people. All he needed to do was to find his wife and kids. That was now his journey. The journey to find them. To slay the person that captured his wife and kids.

All the while Mivlatt was thinking of these things, the mysterious tall man had been clearing out the rubble around Mivlatt, making a path outside. 

When all was clear and the rubble off Mivlatt, he tried to stand, but failed, groaning, clutching his side with his right hand. 

And all Mivlatt could see were stars. He sat back down on the hard, wood ground and put a hand to his forehead, moaning and groaning all the while. 

"What happened to me? Who are you? Who was that person who took my wife? My kids?" Mivlatt asked the mysterious tall man, quickly and quietly. 

The man put his hands up in a quiet manner, motioning Mivlatt to stop talking. Mivlatt did so and looked at the man, whose looks were shrouded beneath his hood.

"I cannot tell you who I am, neither can I tell you who it was that stole your wife and kids away. But"- 

The man got interrupted by Mivlatt scoffing, shaking his head. "Why can't you tell me anything?! How do I know you know about this? How do I know you're not just lying to me? You could very well be lying!"

The man's hands went to his hood and pulled it down. 

What Mivlatt saw astonished him. Olive skin, and a long, luxurious dark brown beard fell down to about his waist. 

"Y-You're a human!" Mivlatt exclaimed, gasping, coming out of his stupor for just a second, but then had to sit back down again because of his pain. Mivlatt had to close his eyes for a moment to get rid of the stars, but then looked back up at the man, who he know saw was young. Well, younger than he thought humans were now.

"B-But you can't be here! H-How?" That was all Mivlatt could say without seeming like he was gasping for air. He wasn't gasping for air, but he was gasping for answers.

The young man nodded slightly. " My name is Jorgin Baugin." He paused. " I can tell you're wondering how I'm so young." he said, giving a look like he was about to tell a good story. 

Mivlatt sat as straight as he could and, with wonder and excitement in his eyes, listened eagerly for this young man's story.

Even though his wife and kids were gone, and he had all that to worry about, he had always loved stories. He motioned his hands for the young man to continue.

The young man looked at him again with his blue-gray eyes in a thoughtful way, like he already thought of Mivlatt as a great friend.

"After King Warrick fled, to that abandoned island, that which he now calls his home, he brought two humans along with him. Ala and Jase. He cast a spell on them. Since he never wanted to forget his torment on the humans, or the war he started with them for no apparent reason, he made it so that they would never age, and any children they bore would never age past the age of 23. So, here I am. Now, I will tell you not where your children and wife are, but I will tell you the quest you must take to bring them back safely." He paused, as if for emphasis. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Mivlatt nodded, though his heart was beating quickly and sweat started pouring down his face. The only real journey he'd ever had was that of exploring ancient magical ruins and sometimes having to fight off the spells cursed in that said ruin.

"I will only speak in riddles, for that is the way magic is. This is your riddle:

"Your journey begins in the place you dwell, but along the way, you'll meet some people who will excel in all the things that you search for, all that you don't know. But beware of the path, for there are few and many who will not want you to find the dew. Of all their master has said and done, for they too are also terrified of the one who will come. The one who will always be watching.

"Now, go! I will follow and guide you when I can, but the time will come when I will have to abandon you. Please forgive me when I do so, it is neither my fault nor yours."

The young man lifted Mivlatt off his feet and started walking towards a long dirt road leading to the edge of Mivlatt's home.

This was going to be one heck of a journey.