Four individuals stood in the middle of a black cauldron, which sat on top of an old, rusted stool. The liquid swirled a sickly green inside and misted out and onto the floor, spreading over their feet. It was cold but nobody dared move, not even to shiver.
"." The eldest of the four, Nixus, said in a loud, stern voice. The mist began to rise, turning to into a darker shade of green as it slowly formed into the image of a young man; He wore his hair in shoulder length locks, held away from his face by a bandana that was folded into a triangle, his eyes looked dark and warm. He had a hooked nose and wore a bright smile, his aura seemed to glow.
"Is that him?" Penelope asked, her face slightly contorting unpleasantly.
"Mmm. Amari Johnston." Max answered, studying the young mans face.
"He should be around this area." Nixus said, nodding. "Once we find him; we can properly begin our quest.
"Once in a century mission." Aoshanay said excitedly, her eyes bright.
Nixus nodded before swiping a hand through the mist, causing it to evaporate. "As of right now, your missions are to find him. I'll talk to the trackers to find a location and then I'll get back you ya'll. Maxwell." He nodded to the other two as him and Max headed out.
"I hope they locate him quickly; I can't wait to get out." Aoshanay sighed. She gave Penelope a pat on the shoulder before hurrying out of the room as well. Penelope stood cross armed in front of the now empty cauldron. A frown painted on her face. "No way. This isn't right." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. "I need to talk to Nixus. This has to be a mistake." She ran her hand through her hair before storming out.
YOU ARE READING
King of Creatures
FantasyThere's a prophecy that comes around every century. It always plays out the same, a guide, three nights, a monster to be slain. That is, until this round for the prophecy, where The Guide isn't too fond of their fate and he's not afraid to change it...
