book one of the colors series
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It was a dark time for New York. A wanted wizard capable of great evil is on the loose. Above that, an unstable dark force is being hunted by many who wishes to use it for their own selfish desires. In the midst o...
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A lone boy, tall and scrawny, stood in the crowd of rushing people. Traffic roared past them as he desperately tried to give out leaflets only to be met with slight derision. He tried once more, fearing his fate if he did not finish giving the papers out. It didn't take long for the sun to finally set, lights from the surrounding buildings flickering to life creating what from afar looks like a man-made night sky. Among all these buildings, what stood out the most was the gigantic Woolworth Building just a few meters ahead of him. The young boy sighed, raising a bruised hand to touch a strand of his black hair. He couldn't help but gaze longingly into the building, and more importantly the world it hides inside. Wide, hopeful eyes caught stern ones that were staring at him intently. Feeling enthralled by the sight, Credence takes a step forward, then another towards the man. For some sort of magical reason, he forgot about the leaflets or what awaits him in his so called home. The man met him half-way and gestured towards a dimly lit alleyway. In a snap, Credence's hope falls in realization. His life was as hopeless as this alleyway.
"You're upset. Is it your mother again? Somebody's said something? What did they say? Tell me." The man whispered as he moved closer to the gloomy boy.
"D-Do you think I'm a freak, Mr. Graves?" He asked in the most heartbroken voice that made Graves, the man from before, grit his teeth.
"No. I think you're a very special young man or I wouldn't ask you to help me, wouldn't I?" Graves placed a hand on Credence's arm. Goosebumps littered Credence's skin, the little contact captivating him.
"Have you any news?" Graves asked, his tone changing from comforting to something more professional.
"I'm still looking, Mr. Graves. If I knew whether it was a girl or a boy—"
"My vision showed only the child's immense power. He or she is no older than ten and I saw this child in close proximity to your mother. She I saw plainly." Graves interrupted the boy suddenly which caused him to flinch.
"That could be any one of hundreds." He mumbled in a state of hopelessness. Graves's eyes narrowed on the boy before his tone changes back to a comforting one.
"There is something else. Something I haven't told you. I saw you beside me in New York. You're the one who gains this child's trust. You are the key. You want to join the wizarding world and I want that for you too. So find the child. Find the child and we'll all be free." Graves pulled Credence closer to him, a dark look passing his eyes before returning to normal. He lets go, nodding before walking out the alleyway and vanishing out of sight.
Credence walks home towards the church with a slight jump in his steps. He was happier than before after being comforted by the only hope he has in his life, Graves, and his promise of magic. He stood in front of the church doors and pushed them as silently as he can. Chastity, his sister, was in the kitchen drying crockery and Mary Lou, his mother sat in the shadows of the stairs. Shivers went down his spine as he sensed her presence.
