The rough dark storm arising from the clouds only made it seem more like fate. After all, Adrius only awoke from the eerily loud sounds outside. He creaked downstairs to his parent’s bedroom, like any 6-year-old would do when they woke up at midnight, but the fear from the noises was only the start of it all. He creaked open the door to where he thought his parents were, but where were they? Looking around the room, he saw nothing but an empty bed, a cupboard and all the other furniture found in a bedroom, with the only missing thing in the room being his parents. Creaking to the bed, he found a note on the bed, with scrawly handwriting on a half-burnt scroll.
‘If your parents mean anything to you, then you will give me a ransom worthy of …show more content…
The edges of Adrius’ sight blurred and he found himself in a castle with a misty looking professor addressing a crowd of people, with Adrius being one of them.
“You are here today, at the ripe age of 16 to train against Diabolos. You have been selected out of the people of Virian who have the most magical potential. You will be taken to the Virian Castle at the centre of the city, and you will be trained with the best of the best in tablet-holding.”
At the end of his speech, the crowd broke into either cheering or crying. Adrius looked down at his hands and found himself clapping. What was happening? His confusion filled him and he found his sight blurring again, and he found himself in a bed, in a room he didn’t remember being his, with a view out the window that he hadn’t seen before. Rising out of his bed, he took some time to remember what happened. The first flashback was only another one of the several nightmares he had every night. The second one, which he remembered happening only a few days ago, had been quite different to the first one. It wasn’t sad like the first one, but it wasn’t happy either. But all he knew was that it filled him with
‘If your parents mean anything to you, then you will give me a ransom worthy of …show more content…
The edges of Adrius’ sight blurred and he found himself in a castle with a misty looking professor addressing a crowd of people, with Adrius being one of them.
“You are here today, at the ripe age of 16 to train against Diabolos. You have been selected out of the people of Virian who have the most magical potential. You will be taken to the Virian Castle at the centre of the city, and you will be trained with the best of the best in tablet-holding.”
At the end of his speech, the crowd broke into either cheering or crying. Adrius looked down at his hands and found himself clapping. What was happening? His confusion filled him and he found his sight blurring again, and he found himself in a bed, in a room he didn’t remember being his, with a view out the window that he hadn’t seen before. Rising out of his bed, he took some time to remember what happened. The first flashback was only another one of the several nightmares he had every night. The second one, which he remembered happening only a few days ago, had been quite different to the first one. It wasn’t sad like the first one, but it wasn’t happy either. But all he knew was that it filled him with