The Young Storm

Prologue

"We need to kill the boy." a girl who appeared as a giant, real life, anime character whispered.

"He's just been born. His own mother doesn't know what he is." An older man, aged into his 50s tapped the globe with his fingers. More images swirled across it in blurs of motion. He stood from the shadows he was enveloped in. Gold pelts hung from his shoulders. Beneath his thin silver hair, honey colored eyes studied the anime girl.

"Remember Victorie?" The girl asked. Her voice was light, filled with a false happiness that if you had not previously talked to her, you might mistake for true happiness. Gold strings, like fairy hair, laced the silvery braid that went down the man's back.

"I've asked around Aydus," she continued, crossing her arms, "Many guardians agree with me. His powers are much too strong for you to control. He's not weak minded like the others. Surely you can sense that." she said with a frustrated laugh. The had had this argument before.

"It's not needed Miss Juliet. It would be to no benefit to murder an infant." Aydus looked away from Juliet and paced behind his desk. He had raised Juliet from a young age. She grew to respect him and all that he cared for, he trusted her more than most others. But she did not trust him. Not after the incident. His eyes never left a picture on the wooden wall. It was of old guardians, ones who had a connection with Aydus. Juliet and I knew many of the young and the elderly who smiled with innocence, oblivious to the secrets lying beneath the man whose honey colored eyes looked to you as a friend.

Juliet's cool composure broke as she slammed a hand onto the desk. Aydus jumped, startled, and turned to face her. Her pine needle green eyes were in line with his, one of the only times she came close to being of equal level....equal importance.

"When this boy does something catastrophic, and destroys pieces of this world we work so hard to protect, when he kills someone he loves or one of our own, innocents perhaps, I will not be held responsible. I will grow flowers by their graves and ask myself why you just couldn't listen." Her voice got lower and lower, filling with more hatred until it was no more. "I won't lose my friends again." She exclaimed in a broken whisper.

"He's just an infant!" Aydus strained.

"An infant who will grow to be a monster. But you know what, Aydus, let him grow until he discovers it, and then when he hurts someone we love, then we'll teach him how to control it." Juliet laughed sarcastically. That was a laugh i was all too familiar with.

"Please leave Juliet." Gently like a cough drop on a sore throat, his voice soothed down her anger, or more of her fear camouflaged as anger. His eye lids were scrunched tightly, probably from a headache, which Aydus seemed to be getting more and more of lately. Juliet lowered her knee to the wooden floor, her breath coming in short breaths. Purple and blue pastel hair fell in loops over her shoulders and covered her face. Where she kneeled, small flowers sprouted from the floor boards. Before they reached the complete light, she stood and left without any eye contact. The oak door closed with a thump, leaving Aydus to wallow in his thoughts.