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CHAPTER 1
Fire crackled in the grate, with the occasional poke from the walking stick the young man was keeping a hold of desperately. His week hadn't gone very well, his heart was screaming from inside him with the anger that also consisted inside it all.

"I thought that I could trust him," he shouted to himself, "but I must calm down, you're not one to back down from silly little things like these, Gorgius." Then he glanced at his watch, looking at the hand ticking one second past midnight, how long was he going to wait, to wait for the news he was so excited to hear? If it was to come to him. Gorgius was bored, all alone in the cold house, Gorgius hated the north, he hated nearly everything.

The blood inside his veins ran with no remorse for the crimes that he had committed, he showed no love to the people who thought of him as a father, no love for the people who would do anything for him, even if they didn't want to. His newly polished shoes tapped along the marble floor of his abode, his cloak flapping along with every wave his arms made whilst walking. Worry then overcame him as he looked through the window, keeping his cold purple eyes glued to the pathway to his hideout. The rain was battering against the glass as flashes caressed across the sky. Suddenly, a man had appeared from nowhere and he looked around worried and then checking that no one was around, he opened one of the metal gates to the house, and then popped out of sight again.

Gorgius tapped his fingers against the windowsill in determination, he was finally going to be able to know if his followers mission was complete. Then with a full one hundred and eighty degree turn of his body, all Gorgius could see was an empty room. In one second flat, Gorgius blinked and then when he opened his purple eyes once again, a young man had appeared from nowhere, the same man from the gates.

"Have you done it?" Gorgius hissed, so full of greed and happiness, anyone would feel insulted with every word he had said.

"Please...my lord...I...I have not been able to-" the young boy was muttering with every sound that came out of his mouth, but that all changed when he was struck with a wave from Gorgius' hand, and then a cut had erupted from the young boy's cheek. He had not gripped on it to cover it up, he just stood there alarmed.

"I thought you were the one that I could trust to get rid of her, with every step she walks in this world, the more worried I become that she is stronger to ovepower me, but you dont want Atrum Procer worried do you?"

"No, of course not. I would do anything to serve you, it is just too hard to find her these days my lord," the young boy muttered, full of the fear that he would endure more pain from the man that he had respected and served for two years.

"Theodoricus, I mean Theo, are you trying to make up an excuse so someone else can complete the mission for me instead of you? Don't you appreciate the honour that I rarely give to anyone?" Gorgius bawled.
Then with a another crack, Theo cowered once more as he was slashed across his handsome pale face once again, this time he grasped hold of his cheek, hoping that it would be fixed with the touch of his finger, but he was wrong. Crimson blood was still glinting and pouring from his skin, even though there was barely any light only the firelight of the fireplace was accounted for as light.
"Of course I do not dishonour you, my only question is...why that specific girl?"
Gorgius eyed Theo up and down and laughed in his face and at his question, he shouted an incantation while exposing a wand from his cloak, then with a wave of it, Theo spluttered. He could understand what was happening, Gorgius was using magic on him and to be forced into doing things he didn't want to.
"Because you silly boy she is the one destined to overthrow me for a stronger magic that has never yet been discovered! Didn't you hear the prophecy when it called out that a girl named after a flower who was born in January was destined."
Theo looked down to the floor, he had upset his master without even trying. Maybe I should just answer to his questions and not ask them myself - he thought - but he knew that deep inside that there was a young innocent girl who was in danger. On the contrary she had the honour to save the world, but he hoped that his master would win this all.
Where only a few miles away was a young girl, dreaming in her deep slumber.
She could see an empty field ahead of her, she didn't know where she was but wherever she was stood, it was cold. The long overgrown grass was way above her knees and she could feel a tickly sensation against her legs. Why did she have to wear her Spongebob pyjamas with the shorts? On the other hand, the most annoying thing about this wind was the fact that her shining brunette hair was blowing to the front her sky blue eyes.
As she stepped further and further, she could catch a glimpse of a deserted looking house ahead of her, and in her opinion it looked like quite a posh house. The only thing that disturbed her was that there was a faint flashing light coming from one of the upper windows. Her eyebrows creased as she wondered what was going on in there, maybe some lads from the town centre had come to cause trouble. That was the first idea that came into her head, as she squinted her eyes to try and read the DANGER sign in the darkness.
"I won't go in there," she thought to herself, "I don't want them to see me in my pyjamas!" Silent giggles then possessed at her imaginary embarrassment. However, her fun did not last long as the girl jumped with a squeal as a male scream echoed from the walls of the expensive building. Everything then blurred as she came back into contact with her neat and cosy bedroom.
The girl bolted upright and felt around the covers of her bed to make sure that they were really real, they felt smooth, silky and soft, so why did it feel weird to her to be in a place where she so used to. Whipping the covers off - to give her more air to breathe - the floorboards creaked as made her way to check out her reflection in the mirror. A shiny mirror gave her the image of an eleven year old girl, with brunette hair that just passed from her shoulders, baby blue eyes staring right back at her and flesh coloured cheek that dimpled as she smiled.
"Jasmine, it was just a dream," she spoke to herself, as her reflection mimed the same words she did at the same moment.