The Whispers of the Enchanted

Chapter 1: Connections (Ivy's Perspective)

The trees blurred by as the rain pelted my head and the lightning struck in the distance. The long strides I took made me go faster. Cold wind struck my face, and the underlying feeling that I was being watched never shook.

Run, run, run. I couldn't stop running. Stopping would end my life, along with everyone else's.

"Come on Ben," I said, breathing heavily,"we can't give up,"

Ben nodded back at me.

I held onto his hand, scared if I let go he'd be gone forever. The thunder seemed to be getting louder as I rushed through the woods, swerving around rocks and trees, jumping over logs, leaves crunching under me with every step. The ringing in my ears got louder, and I pushed harder. We were almost there.

The wooden doors of the academy opened, like they were waiting for us. We had made it. I replayed what had just happened in my head as we ran through the empty corridors. We dashed into the library, panting.

"Which one is it again?" Ben asked, out of breath.

"This one," I replied as we approached a large bookshelf pressed up against the wall. One book stood out, an old book, maybe even hundreds of years old. I grabbed the book and yanked it as hard as I could. The bookshelf spun, and suddenly, we weren't in the library anymore. I rushed Ben into the small musty room and locked the door behind us.

I dropped dramatically onto a large couch, searching for breath.

"What just happened?" Ben asked, gasping for air.

"It was him," I said, after I found my breath.

"A-are you sure?" the words seemed to stumble out of his mouth and hit the ground hard.

"I could feel it," I responded. I walked over to the small bookshelf, and scanned the spines. I only had about 15 options to choose from. One in particular caught my eye. "Hey Ben, come here," I brought the book over to the coffee brown table and set it down carefully.

"What is it?" he asked while he walked over to me.

The book had a thick layer of dust coating the emerald green cover, my fingerprints smeared near the spine. I blew the dust off of the front and read the title.

"The Enchanted," Ben murmured from over my shoulder.

I flipped through the pages, coming to the table of contents.

"Chapter eight," I breathed, "The Diviner,"

I skimmed through the chapter until I got to a specifically intriguing section.

"Look at this one paragraph" I pointed to a fairly short section of the text, "For he who shall not be woken will come with a lightning storm, you must beware of his tricks for he will be quick and swift, watch your words and your actions for he'll be watching you, this is your last warning, my friend, so take this as your cue,"

"What does it mean?" Ben asked after a long silence between the two of us.

"I have no idea," I replied.

A/N   Hope you enjoyed!  - Els and Bailey