He circled Brogan on long, muscular legs and swept a swift glance over the prone figure. There was not a single smooth, shiny, pure black piece of hair out of place on his head. A sharp nose perched on his face, its point tilted towards the sky. Dressed in a fancy suit and dark red tie, he looked no more than thirty years of age.
"H'm, looks like we have ourselves another Mythara! One of the first in about twenty years, interesting! I thought your kind was extinct! How odd to have two, not one, appear when I have just captured two gryphons also. Strange, wouldn't you think?" The man's voice was mocking, causing Brogan to fume with fiery anger.
But something stopped Brogan from snapping a retort. The man had said one of the first captured in twenty years. What had happened to Sphynx? Or was Sphynx not Mythara?
The man stooped down into a crouch and gazed with his piercing blue eyes down at Brogan. It suddenly dawned on him that Ione looked much like this man, with the glossy, black hair and bright blue eyes, a rare combination. Brogan studied the man quietly, soaking up the image of the Mythara's enemy.
"Or are they your Ewynne?" hissed the man.
The kidnapped teen glared ferociously at his kidnapper, remaining silent as stone.
"I thought so," said the man, standing back up. He turned his tall form over in the direction of the figures, only figures because the dust had not yet cleared up and Brogan's vision was blurry.
"Take them away."
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Mythara
FantasyWhen Brogan's parents disappear, he is only six years old. When he meets his previously unknown sister, Amber, life changes drastically for him. Then enters Ione into his life. He's now sixteen and its been years since he's seen another human. When...
