Tales of a lost world: The Red Wind

Chapter One

A WITCHES MAGIC

It has been sixteen years now, since that night.

Vergil has grown stronger over the years. But he still lives in isolation from the world, hidden by his mother to keep him safe from any who may try to hunt him down, though it has become harder for Lidas to hide him.

Vergil has become rebellious and brash, he often leaves his home and doesn't come back for weeks on end. Morren has also begun training him in magic, at only sixteen Vergil has shown impressive skill in the art of magic but he is careless and has on multiple occasions killed livestock...

"Vergil, wake up! It's time for your training!." Lidas shouted as she entered Vergil's room. His room was in shambles, clothing, and plates of half-eaten food were strewn about the room. Vergil, on the other hand, was lying passed out over an old book.

"Ugh, Lidas! What is it now? I just managed to fall asleep!" Vergil rubbed his eyes and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"Well first of all, how dare you to address me like that? I am your mother and I won't stand to be treated like that! When you're not out hunting and wondering for weeks on end you're locked up in here... making a mess and obsessing over old legends."

"They're not legends! They're real!!"

"Really? well then let me have a look." Lidas took the book Vergil had been sleeping on, the cover read 'The time of the witch king.'

Seeing the cover infuriated Lidas. She put the book down and slapped him firmly across the face.

"Ugh!! what was that for?!"

"Where did you get this, Vergil?!" The slap took Vergil by surprise and now he was visibly angered.

"I got it from one of the merchants at the gypsy camp... Is reading such a crime?!"

"No Vergil, but what you were reading is..."

"But I haven't read it yet, mother. Now please give it back!" just then Lidas threw the book out the window.

"All you need to know is that the witch king was a tyrant who killed millions and ruled over all of Mertath eons ago when elves still walked the land...but Vergil, know this; although he may have been a male witch like you...you are not like him. You are not a monster no matter what some might say or think! Now get dressed and meet me in the garden."

Vergil got up and got his boots on. Then got his leather cloak from under his bed, it was old and worn. it clearly had been exposed to the harsh elements of Lindenfel for quite a time. Vergil made his way downstairs and saw Morren sitting looking out of a window at the storm that was slowly approaching.

"Good morning Vergil! back from one of your trips from the gypsy camp I presume!"

Vergil was taken by surprise by this. Morren knew of the gypsy camp but she had no way of knowing that it was the place Vergil spent most of his time while he was gone.

"Yes... Morren. How did you know?"

"Ha!! child, you underestimate my abilities. That, or you overestimate your own. I have many eyes beyond the ones you see on my face, Vergil.' Morren said with a laugh.

"But now you should be on your way, your mother awaits you in the garden for training." with that Vergil left the house, the garden was overgrown, full of life.

It was spring in the marsh, the ground was covered by moss and the air was humid, steam from the hot springs crept its way up the hill and into the garden.