Eric Bridge And The Locket Of Blood (BOOK 1)

The Dark Father

I was raised knowing that my father were a monster and today was the day I had to meet him for the first time, to obey him or else die by his hands if I didn't do everything he said- the dark Lord managed anything he wanted and he never lost.The sky is engulfed in dark clouds, their obscurity makes me fumble in the sky as I soar towards the dark lord's Head Quarters. The chilling air hits my skin, it's so cold against my chin. My eyes got weak from all the coldness of the whiffs of the wind.

I often open my arms during magic flight, so I would glide instead of actually soaring. Since magical flight makes me so exhausted and even my magical staff held stiff as it chilled up.

As I deliberately ascended my feet to hit the grey pavement, the onyx cloak flattered itself and it goofed off as it settled across my legs. I fixed my shawl, pulled it backwards to arrange it, lifted up my hood, covering the stinging frost from my forehead

I often think of myself as a wraith or a desperate ghost searching for a purpose in the smoggy mist. I couldn't help but glance backwards at the gloomy street behind my back, it was aesthetically beautiful and bewitching. The dim yellow-orange hulking oil lamps glittered like dismal grumpy faces, some of the lights even flickered and almost stopped showing their sad-looking gleam. I watched with the eyes of a hawk, the decorum of the narrow moonlit lane that had quite a few of wild sprouting manicured hedges all aligned and neat. The wavering skeleton tree waved at me as the wind whooshed with a subtle breeze which gave Goosebumps up my spine. A thought sprang in to mind of the dark lord, he was my father but nonetheless a lord of darkness, what if he is heartless? Or horrible and a stone at the heart?

'Would you treat me in bad way?' I asked myself.

I accept such a thing from my dark and evil father but I still want him to show me the compassion that I deeply want. I knew in my heart that I must show no such desire in front of him, he will sense it. He will think it to be a weakness.

The sun hasn't completely left the area, for it still dazzled weakly behind clouds, struggling to hold her own. Off times I made darkness look more powerful than light in my imagination. Since the divine grand sun can't defeat the little area that's murky with stains of pitch-blackness. By the looks of the light, it was probably around six at night time. I think that I have arrived in time, the dark lord wouldn't be pleased if after all these years I wouldn't have met him personally right in time, he was my father after all, the father I never met because he was dead but know he is to be reincarnated on this fabulous vague day.

There were many wizards, aslready apparent entering and exiting the manor, one of them was about to dismount his horse when the horse almost pushed the man forward almost making him fall in to a puddle but the man held his position and warned the horse not to do it again while hookng him inside a stable.

I was to meet the other members of Darkur's order, the so called apostles that defied Noah long ago. Now they go by the name Dark mages of the Dark order.

I didn't know much about the affiliation, all I knew was that I am Lord Über's son like all the other apostles, I also knew that there are light mages and dark mages. I was told to be the favorite son of my dear father by my guardians that took care of me, I hope I'd be.

I whip myself in to shape by spraying my hand alongside the cape to purge me off the grime. As I walk forward, my boots clip and clop at the grey gravel, I stopped..... Thinking.... and I dressed myself with a serious funereal mask on my face, I whipped away every thought of a "smile" ever existing. I grab my staff with stiff hands and look at it. My memories of how I got this staff were vague almost non-existing.

All I knew is that it was a gift from someone but I don't even recall me getting the staff or anything else related to it but I adored the shape of it and its magical prowess was extraordinary. It was made out of Iron wood from the iron wood tree. It was designed not to break since the wood was especially hard hence why it is called Iron wood. It was also black with a huge twirling curve to its tip and right below the curve there was a twirling Menacing silver dragon twirling with the curve itself, the teeth of the drake held tightly the dim purple orb firmly, inside the orb there was a dark essence that moved each time I shake the staff even a bit. I started to observe my equipment to check that everything was fine and that even my staff looked powerful to even impress my unimpressible Father.