Magicians (Re Draft)

Prologue

Prologue

Eloquently, a hooded figure laid the superannuated card down on the fabric surface of the table cloth.

The eyes of the boy met the hooded figures dark embrace.

"I'll get him for you," the boy responded while giving another glance at the design on the card.

An hourglass shape in the center of a pentagram was burned into the king of diamonds. The card looked like it had been trampled in the rain, tossed in the fire, then quickly recused. Clearly, it had been trouble to get here.

The boy slowly stood up from the chair on the other side of the table and exited out of a back door covered with a dark, velvet curtain.

A minute passed, the hooded figure drummed its long nails against the table top glaring at its reflection in the crystal ball displayed in front of it.

The sound of shoes clicking against the creaking wood floor brought a chilling breeze into the room. Slowly, the back curtain was pulled back letting in the masked man.

His mask hid what people of the Magic Realm loathed for centuries. He was the last of his kind ever to wander this part of the Realm. Everyone else of his species went into hiding or fled to their world, The Demon Realm.

"Ah, I suspected we would have another encounter," the calm, but suspicious voice said as the man sat down.

The hooded figure examined his features once again. There wasn't much to see though.

A mask covered the majority of his face. Half painted white, the other side painted black as night.

Through the only holes on the mask, kaleidoscope colored eyes watched like a spider praying on his fly.

A halo of blueish smoke circled above the strangers head. Just like the rest of his kind. It was almost a symbol that him and his relatives were fallen angels, which the mostly likely were, says the papers that is.

He was indeed a wanted. His masked faced was printed everywhere all over the Magic Realm. That didn't stop him though.

"So why are you here?" The masked man asked softly. "What deed what you like me to preform?"

"I am not here for deeds, dreamon," the hodded figures voice said. It sounded like nails running down a chalk board. Anyone who heard the hags voice would surly pass out. Anyone, except him.

"I am here to warn you," the hooded figure cooed.

With a tilt of the head, the masked man said, "warn me? From what? I'm already in a big heap of the trouble, ma'am."

The figure raised her old and withered finger saying, "your life is about to changing immensely. You will meet people. You will meet challenges. Enormous challenges."

"Like what?" The masked man questioned while folding his arms.

"Your identity will be threatened by someone. Life will be a bit tricky up ahead. Big changes, young one," the hag prophesied.

There was no sound from the masked figure. He just stared at the darkness beneath the hood. Finally the man spoke up.

"Very well. Thank you for your message, oracle. Your promise still stays strong. Don't worry."

"Good," the cringing voice replied. The hag stood up and turned around making a way for the exit.

She stopped as her hand grazed the curtain to the door and spoke, "Be careful, dreamon, the future will come at you unexpectedly."

The masked stranger laughed a sort of vial, but pleased laugh.

"Oh I know. Things have been like that for me for a while now."