Chapter one
A once handsome mansion stood in the way of the bright pale moon as it shone down onto the average Earth mystically. The crooked rooftop made a gruesome shadow amongst the overgrown grass in the front lawn, weeds sprawling all over the dewy greenery. Almost midnight, the lengthy mansion seemed to stretch and grow along the hillside on which it sat. The windows of the mansion were dark and empty, apart from a few moth ridden curtains which hang jagged at the sides of the panes. Several of them where smashed, an ominous rattling wind whirled deviously into the mansion. It looked barren. The moon floated, like a giant eyeball watching the murky scene as if it were a bystander. Oddly, a dark figure swept from curtain to curtain in the black opening. They swooped past another dark window, stalking the mansion from the inside. They preceded another floor. The shadow was tall with a shaggy head and a gangly figure. Shortly, another figure appeared on the floor below, then another and another. The first, medium in height, with long flowing hair, flicking about in the darkness. The second tallest and shaggiest shadow, with an odd shaped head. It followed the first dark shadow, slowly moving towards the stairs. The final shadow was the shortest, with spiking out hair in medium length. The quickly speeded after the tallest figure, which stopped and allowed her ahead. Turning his odd shaped head to the end of the corridor where they had appeared.
A loud boom smite the chilling air. The first visible shadow on the top floor smashed through a window, a bolt of purple energy plunged into his chest. He flew over the rusted picket gate of the mansion and skidded along the cobbled lane. A curious head peered from the higher floor window frame, now obliterated and damaged beyond repair. Shouts from the other figures echoed into the mansion and the air. The head had dark skin, long purple hair and shining violet eyes. She retreated back into the mansion, to burst again from the same window with a burst of indigo light trailing her. Fragments of the remaining pane spat onto the grass ungratefully, as she zoomed over the steep lawn to the cobbled lane, the recipient of the attack lay unconscious.
With a crash and thud, the female landed next to her casualty, purple sparks flashed quickly from her hair.
“You know this trick is so old, Seamus invented it!” She laughed at the lifeless male, he had ruffled brown hair, and filled the cobbles with his lanky body. His pale lips opened in a malicious grin.
“Damn it.” He gently jeered. “That, to be honest was a good shot! Who taught you to control your power in that way?” He asked inquisitively as he stood up with assistance from a nearby well.
“Me, being alone on Dalkeor II is so boring!” Her luminous eyes swam beautifully in the lunar beams.
“It’s worse than one of Seamus’ space freighter day stories!” He chuckled as he dusted himself down. “So, is this the base for now? Seamus could’ve chose somewhere nicer!” He moaned.
“Yeah, well we’ve got to be somewhere Zulchar’s empire won’t find us!” She told him glancing doubtfully at the mansion.
“S’ppose so! But still, London wouldn’t hurt! A mansion on the coast of Wales? A bit farfetched?” He enquired as they walked towards the picket fence.
