The Tainted Warlock
Name:
Ridley Marth
Age:
16
What year:
4th
Gender:
Male
Type of magic user:
Warlock
Wand?:
No
Personality:
I'm... actually not entirely sure yet. <.<
Backstory:
The candle flames flickered in the darkness of the dungeon, illuminating the old stone walls and the cloaked figures lined up against them. On the floor in the middle of the chamber a large pentagram had been drawn in a red, sticky substance- presumably blood. Standing one step before them all was a short woman, long silvery hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes were shrouded by the shadow casted by her hood, but the thin smile pulling the corners of her lips were well visible.
"Did you bring the child?" her aged voice sounded through the stone chamber.
There were a few movements in the crowd, and only a slight hassle before a tall man, cloaked like all the others, stepped forward, ushering a young child. His brown eyes were wide, displaying a mixture of fear and wonder, and his petite body was shaking slightly as he glanced around nervously. Long brown hair framed his pale face, the back part of it neatly tied into a ponytail. He too, was wearing a cloak, but had no hood to cover his face. Nervously, he glanced at the old lady standing before him.
"Come here, child..." she said, and despite her attempt to sound friendly, the smile on her face was frightening. Nevertheless, the boy did as he was told and headed closer to the old woman, cringing slightly as she leaned closer to him in order to inspect the very noticeable and strange marking running across his eye, down his cheek and neck and all the way to his chest. There was a slight frown creasing her forehead, and her lips were pursed in concentration. She traced her finger along the markings, the room remaining completely silent, almost as though everyone were holding their breaths as they did so.
All the while, the boy remained completely still, almost as though he had turned into a statue. His heart was pounding in his chest, yet he dared do nothing else than simply hold his breath and wait for her to finish. She smiled again, and as she did so, she murmured a few words in a language the boy could not understand. Suddenly, a burning pain started radiating through the marking, causing it to glow in a bright, cold blue. His face contorted in agony, his eyes filling with tears that slow started rolling down his cheeks.
"S-stop! S-stop!" he gasped weakly, clasping his hand over the marking. No one made any movement to stop what was going on. "Please! Please stop!" he wailed in pain, falling to his knees. He looked up at his father desperately, but the tall man would not even meet his gaze. "Please stop! It hurts! It hurts!" the child cried, starting to claw at his face. The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt before, driving him insane. He wanted it to stop. He would give anything for it to stop... yet no matter how much he scratched, no matter how much blood started spilling onto his skin, smearing onto his fingers... the pain would not stop.
"P-please..." he rasped, turning to gaze up at the old lady pleadingly. What met his gaze were a pair of eyes, glowing and red, reminiscent of two small pieces of burning coal. They were fiery, filled with heat and yet at the same time displaying no emotion whatsoever. They were frightening. As was the wide grin pulling the corners of her lips.
"I'm sorry to say this, mister..." she said, "but it seems the taint passed onto your son. You would do well in leaving him here with us...it's for the very well, wouldn't you agree?" she spoke in a soft voice as she crouched down, gently taking the child into her arms. The pain ceased as she caressed his hair, her eyes returning to a normal, dull gray. The boys vision blurred, and moments later his consciousness slipped away, plunging him into a void of complete darkness.
***
Eleven years later the same boy was standing in front of the academy, gazing up at the building looming above him with level, hazel eyes.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
Grandmothers words echoed in his head, causing him to smile somewhat wryly. "Why else would I have said so in the first place?" he muttered, starting his stride towards the entrance.
Other:
Nah, don't think so...