"Hello? Hello? Yes, yes... Ms. Upleas, yes I'll send him right away... yes. Thank you so much darling. I'm so glad that he would finally receive a second chance. Okay, good bye darling, thank you, you're a star, okay see you," he hung up the phone as the call ended with a soft click, and strolled around his office with his eyes closed, trying to relax. Unfortunately when he reopened his eyes, he found himself staring into a pair of dark red eyes.
"Afternoon father, I'm just wandering, is Isidore leaving?!" asked Charlotte; her daunting crimson eyes flashed angrily at him.
"Erm..." Mr. Orovne couldn't answer but avoided eye contact with her.
"He is, isn't he? You can't give him away to Mrs. Upleas, it's too risky, and he doesn't know a thing about-" he silenced her before she could say any more. He couldn't stand Charlotte reading other people's mind. He slipped past her and seated himself comfortably on his favorite arm chair.
"How could you! You can't give him to her when she doesn't have the foreknowledge of what he's capable of. He's one of them; soon he'll be running around like a mad bull and... ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" he got up scanning the room, and then left; lost in thought. Charlotte's eyes burst into flames, looking at him in dismay; she slammed a fist onto the glass table sending long cracking "veins" which broke the glass, triggering splinters every where.
Isidore Hale, a sixteen year old boy lay in the hay with his dark blue eyes staring blankly at the sky and his hands behind his head. He touched the feline birthmark, on the back side of his neck. He grimaced terribly, feeling dreadful, thinking he was going to be cursed with it for all eternity. He listened to the rustling trees as the wind howled in agony; unsettling the leaves of the nearby forest. The other orphans were wandering, playing about with each other. The Night Bell went, mustering all the orphans back home. Isidore trod on through golden fields of Moorvawrd, then crossed the broken bridge and finally returned to Werty's Orphanage as the sun nestled past the vast mountains, causing the sky to flush scarlet. He entered the hall, noticing Charlotte's bleeding knuckles wrapped in a cloth which was immediately drenched in dark reddish brown liquid. What happened? He couldn't understand. After all, he's just a young boy, right? Charlotte signaled something to him. "Huh?" he whispered but felt Mr. Orovne's angry eyes on him. Nimbly he got into is own room and slept flawlessly.
"Wake up! Wake up Isidore!"
"What?" he opened his eyes but couldn't see a thing.
"I said WAKE UP!" a gush of cold breeze brushed past him as Charlotte opened the curtains. The moonlight crawled into the small dark room. Night time? What in the world does she think she's doing?
"Don't ask questions, you don't have time! (How did she know that I said it?)Soon it... I ..." she opened a large suitcase and started throwing his best clothes in. She shut it quickly and pulled him out of bed. What's going on? Am I leaving? Am I going to Mrs. Unpleas already?
"Yes, you are leaving! NOW! But not to Mrs. Unpleas" she threw him shoes and clothes.
How did you know...? I didn't say anything and somehow you always answer me as if you were reading my mind!? Charlotte I can't help but say... I'm confused!
"SHUT UP!" she snapped, "Get dressed and get ready to go!"
"How did you-?"
She shoved him out of the room, carrying his suitcase. Soon they were outside, greeted by a wooden carriage and of course the cold night. "Off you go!" she said throwing in his suitcase, and then held him at arms length. Tears were welling up faster than she could wipe them away. "I know you're confused, but all this would make sense later. It will come, all in good time! Farewell my Liege!"
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Lord and Master
FantasíaIN A LITTLE TOWN CALLED MAPLE, there was a myth told throughout the country that: every year in that town, seven children are born to which will become great famous warriors, heroes, witches or warlocks, but only two will posses immortality and both...
