Merlin's Heir

Chapter One: Frosthunting

        "Hurry up over there!" A voice called from the far side of the park. It was a man, a short, stubby, fat man. He worked for the sheriff's office and was on patrol of two teenage juveniles, who were framed. But no one in the city cares.

         At the far side of the park, were two 17 year old boys. The shorter of the two was named Fred Valhallen. He was about 5'7" and had black dyed hair, and bright green eyes. He wore a white shirt and black jeans. Next to him was a boy named Jacob Frosthunter, he was 6'4" and had reddish brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He also wore a whote shirt and jeans, but he wore leather boots rather than the converse that Fred wore all the time.

      "I said hurry up!" The fat man yelled. Jacob rolled his eyes, and they both continued to clean the park for their community service act. Fred was about as energetic as a squirrel on Coffee, Jacob didn't care at this point, he just did his job and he didn't care how fast he did it. Jacob and Fred were framed for theft of an occult shop, when really it was a gang of pale, black haired thugs.

      "How long do you think he'll keep this up?" Fred asked Jacob, "until his heart stops...and judging his appetite history...that won't be long." they both chuckled until a can hit jacob in the head, "you missed a spot." The fat police officer said smugly.

       "prick..." Jacob muttered under his breath, the police officer unfortunately heard him, "um, excuse me?" The fat police officer said glaring at jacob, "I called you a prick...got a problem with that?" Jacob said, the police officer got his face up in Jacob's which he had to look up at. "Why don't you say it to my face?" He said, "Gladly you fat prick." Jacob said angrily.

       Jacob felt his eyes begin to burn when the fat police officer raised his fist to jacob, "Thats what i thought you said" he brought his fist down to strike jacob hard, but jacob caught his arm in mid-air.

      "Release me!" The officer shouted, drawing the attention of nearby pedestrians...but they did not act...the people of pocatello Idaho have seen enough strange things, to not care anymore.

      The officer had then pulled his nightstick from his belt and wacked Jacob's arm. He drew back in pain gripping his arm which was now an instant purple bruise. "Watch what you do, you little runt!" The officer shouted and proceedes to wack Jacob in the back of the neck, knocking him down.

       The officer walked away as if nothing happened. When Jacob gathered himself once more, he stood up and cursed. "One of these days Fred...he's gonna regret everything he did to us." He spoke in a low tone.

       They didnt even realise they were being watched from a nearby tree...