Eric Bridge And The Locket Of Blood (BOOK 1)

Companionship for the relic

Hellas! It's been a long time' I said

He didn't seem to reply, he didn't even flinch and look at me. Although he did linger on his enigmatic empty facial expression and an awkward glance of Brown-Hazel as if he never cared about anything. I turn pale, my face whirls and swallows itself by the shame of no response. Then I opted to mark him with my eyes' glare that beamed to him like an aim from a sniper, ready to blast at any moment with its deadly shot. He was taller than me although being somehwere around my age. He has curly thick black hair that extends to his neck. He wore black- infact he was the most funeral-like dressed from what I seen yet. His skin is nor too black and nor too white, his lips thick and thick nose but it shaped his body perfectly- he was twice the height of me. He had a very eccentric scar on his left eye which I hadn't seen before.

'Hey' he replied with a most vague tone

'Don't you remember me?' I said,

'Uh..... Um Of course' Hellas said while stumbling whilst he spoke.

I felt a thorn growing in my nape. Is it possible he had forgotten me completely? Not only that but he also neglected any thought of a happy past childhood that took place. Maybe it's the order's job prescription to act in a certain vague way? My father is a serious man, therefor his children must act as such, but there is also a possibility of Hellas failing to remember me. How could he?

'Your name is Eric, am I right?'

It was at this moment that he crossed the first line and I grew furious, at the speech which just echoed from his pathetic grim vocal cords just proved me right, Hellas didn't even recollect who I was!, as if his memory was wiped out by some kind of loathsome charm!

'Yes' I snapped

I responded which such an arrogance which made me feel so heinous and superior at the time, I really wanted to deeply kill someone. Is there not anyone in this family, who is capable of recognition?

I wanted to grab the first thing alive with running blood inside their veins and execute it, maybe I'll try to kill the puppet maids? Since I can't kill the apostles, but will my father be angry? Id' be better if I held this storm of irritation inside my veins. Hellas glowers at me, his eyebrows were like cliffs rising upwards by the huge frown, concerned on my furious "yes".

'Come along then, we have a lot to do, let's meet the others' he said

'Let's do that' I said in a gentler manner.

I pursue Hellas's every step and finally found ourselves in a delightful, comfortable place and again almost cottage-like. I was amused on how many rooms were connected inside this Anglican Church, everything seemed to be hidden underground and connected by magic. The room had a chandelier filled with candles, giving a green gleam of light to the whole cottage as well as the fire place which burned Green.

The only strange thing was the emphasis on the green, the dark order wasn't supposed to have any verdant colors as a representation since green was a representation of the house of Gnomes that represents nature and it's students are grounded to mother-nature, They are an energized, active, and powerful group of magical thinkers and one of the houses of Noah's order! The other three houses were the house of Undines, representing water and emotions, reflection, imagination, and friendship, the house of Sylphs represented air and the students are all airy and intellectual signs full of imagination and loving harmony, beauty, ideas, and ideals. Finally the house of Salamander representing Red Fire and the students from the Salamander house have the positive features of courage, passion, energy, will, strength, spirit and also negative features such as fury, anger, fighting.