Chapter 1 Part 2 Final draft.242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMOcDmjUKv
"We must wake Marga-" Angus was stopped by Mrs Trillian.
"Don't! let her sleep," she said firmly, "She had a hard day. Later."
"But this is huge, Mrs Trillian," Angus said excitedly.
"Angus, you fought in a war before and so have I. This is no different than the death and destruction that we had seen in our life."
"But what kind of spell could have left such a crater? Look at the scenes in the ball,"
"Only a lost spell from the Warlock age," Mrs Trillian said worryingly.
"But who?"
"Time will tell. There will always be an investigation on such things," said Mrs Trillian sullenly, "But I fear for the peace treaty, that I had worked so hard for."
She tries hiding her feeling, she always does, because of her former position. Strength must be shown and not your weaknesses. However, I can tell that she is very worried by the news.
"This will definitely set back of the hard work you did. The Inter-Magical Market was a symbol of the unity between us from the Treaty."
"Over five hundred dead, and the muddle claimed it was a meteor strike from the heavens," Mrs Trillian snorted, "Only they could have come up with such an imagination."
"So, what would you do?" Angus asked worriedly. He had just heard that part of the news. It was utterly shocking and dreadful. He felt that his heart was speared by his Fear and Helplessness. Whoever was behind this, they are using terror to undermine and destroy the peace treaty! What would they do next? Would they be coming for the others and us? Mrs Trillian should be very worried. Yet, she was not a bit concerned. Perhaps it is not as concerning as I have come to believe.
"There is nothing I can do. I am exiled from our culture for life," she said sadly., "Maybe you can Angus, from your side. With your family connections to the Wizard nobility, perhaps you can action something."
"My current connection to them is somewhat dimmed, after my marriage with Margaret. Most of them shunned me. Even my father had disowned me. I doubt any of my word would reach the Archmage."
"I am sorry Angus, for the price you had also paid," Mrs Trillian said sadly.
"It doesn't matter Mrs Trillian. It's my love for Margaret, that's all I cared about. But I fear for our future with this news."
"For that, you have my eternal admiration," said Sarah, "However, there's nothing for the both of us can do, with this tragedy. We are not in the position of power to action of anything. So the best thing we can do, is to see what shall happen."
Angus sighed deeply. He's extremely troubled by the news, he fear for his and his family's future. His heart was insecure, of the unknown threat that's out there, that may or may not have him and his family in the targeting recticule.
Threats, which has absolutely no regards for human life. Angus looked at his crystal ball. He saw a red hair baby girl crying near to two bloodstained cover up bodies, with the wreckage of the burning building surrounding her.
From that moment onward, Silence descends of itself into the compartment again. While Mrs Trillian was dozing off, Angus continued to be mesmerized by the Crystal ball and its troublesome news. His eyes has to struggle with the watching of it, because of the poor yellowish illumination given off by the old style light bulb, from the compartment's ceiling.
Angus was about to whip out a magical light to make the compartment brighter. When suddenly, the metal door to their Compartment begins to squeak loudly. Sounding like a metal surface being scratched sharply.
Immediately, Angus’s heart jump by it beating rapidly.
Angus put of his crystal ball away and grabbed of his walking stick. He struggles again at seeing, of whom is in the almost blacken chasm in the passageway outside through the opened door. At this time of the night? Whom would dare to disturb of our own private space and peace?
To Angus' guarded surprise, he saw a strong looking man, with short white hair and a long goatee for a beard. His mouth is chewing onto an ivory pipe. He's wearing a white robe, with drawings of silver lightning bolts scattered everywhere.
He has a silver staff in one of his hand, and it is elaborately decorated with runes and exquisitely made.
Very carefully, Angus studied the man, while on the highest of alert in his mind. He has the spells, ready to cast, if the situation calls for.
Instead, he looked at Angus with his blue eyes and he then smiled warmly. Enough to cut through of Angus' cold anxiety, and uncoiled of the tension in Angus' body.
“Good Evening sir, I presume this is compartment 2-A?” asked the man warmly and politely.
“It is,” Angus replied, while he kept watching of the stranger carefully like a hawk.
“Good. Very Good,” said the stranger.
Before sitting down, Angus saw the stranger put his head back out through the door and search the passage way with his eyes. Like he's checking of anything lurking in the darkness. Once he's finally satisfied that there’s nothing out there. The stranger then closes the door to their compartment.
"Why are you here sir?" Angus confronted him anxiously.
Instead of answering Angus, the stranger said, with relief leaking from his facial expression.
“Oh thank the gods that I am not followed,” He said to himself, before asking Angus, "May I sit here sir?"
"Why are you here?" Angus confronted him again.
"I have a ticket for this compartment. I believe I am justified, to ride of my trip here."
The stranger then shows of Angus the Ticket, and having no other choice, Angus grudgingly relented of the stranger’s presence.
"May I sit next to you?" asked the Stranger.
Angus coldly nodded and he asked him in return, "What do you mean before by followed?"
The Stranger calmly gave Angus an enigmatic smile, before saying, “It is just my shadow. It is nothing to worry about. Are you and your family the only ones using of this compartment?”
“Yes,” Angus forced of himself to reply very uncomfortably, before changing of his tone harshly to the Stranger, "and you sir? Who are you and what is it to you?”
By now, Mrs Trillian was fully awake. Before, she was lightly sleeping and then was disturbed to full alertness, from the harshness of Angus' voice.
Angus, seeing she's awake, he then relaxes a bit more. Good, she is getting her wand and spell pouches out. Having the most powerful of Witches on your side, you can't lose, should this man be a nut job.
Seeing the situation may quickly change dramatically for him. The stranger quickly answered.
“I am Tiberius GoldStone," he said, like he's relaxing for the first time for a long time. His right hand was rubbing on his forehead, like its full of sweat. Then, without of any permission from Angus, he sat next to the empty space next to Angus' couch.
Before anyone else could say of more, Tiberius continues.
"Oh finally! A chance that I can finally rest of my weary old bones, after so long on the run!” he sighed.
"Are you a Wizard?" Angus exclaimed, "Your name."
"You can say that I am," Tiberius smiled.
"Why are you here? Living with the muddles?" Angus asked, while looking astonished. This is the first time he has met of anyone from his kind, living with the muddles.
"I can ask the same of you in return," Tiberius smiled coldly.
"Angus," said Mrs Trillian suddenly, "Let me."
"Err.. yes, " Angus replied, caught off guard by her sudden interference.
"You should introduce more of yourself first, before we are to tell more about ourselves," Sarah said firmly.
"Knowing the details of my life, can be hazardous. Especially when they are hunting for me. The information might cost you a lot... maybe even your life," he said softly and coldly, and it made the eyes slits of everyone awake in the compartment, forced wide and large, "Are you absolutely sure that you want to know the details?"
There was a minute of Silence between them, before Mrs Trillian finally asked of him bluntly, "Could you kindly move to a different compartment, Mr Tiberius sir? As you can see, we are a family and we do need of our privacy. There are plenty of other empty private suite in this train."
Instead of answering her question directly, Tiberius replied instead, "Have you heard the news of the Inter-Magical Market? It is ghastly isn't it? This bombing? So dreadful, the death of many innocent people for the sake of a fanatic.”
"A fanatic?" Mrs Trillian exclaimed with surprise.
“There's nothing about a fanatic in the news,” Angus answered, he's as shock as she is.
"Trust me, there is," said Tiberius, looking please with himself like he knew a lot more," In fact, I can tell you, the person whom had did it, was wearing a wizard’s attire. It was a boy, following the orders of a Fanatic, so he could create blames for both sides. It has everything of a classic frame up,” Tiberius smiled, while enjoying the shock, which is slowly permeating into their heads.
“Why would a fanatic be wanting to-” Angus demanded, but Tiberius silenced him.
“There’s always someone unhappy with this peace treaty,” said Tiberius grimly.
“That's true,” Mrs Trillian answered coldly.
“However, there are those whom had wanted to use it to further their own cause, by playing one side against the other,” Tiberius replied with a coldness matching hers.
“Yes, the classic divide and conquer, but why are you distracting us from my original question asked to you?” Mrs Trillian asked again, with a nerve harder than steel.
“It makes sense, doesn’t it?” Tiberius replied with a gaze as sharp as hers.
“You are the one whom is not making sense, by your cryptic revelations, or you are making it up. However, all we want is our privacy. I do ask of you to leave us,” Mrs Trillian replied again, firmly, with her wand out and for show to Tiberius. "I will not ask again."
“I don’t have a lot of time, before it finds me,” said Tiberius again, like his fear is now returning to him, “I believe your baby over there, his name is Titus?”
Tiberius’ sudden question, jolted them to go to red alert of the highest level. Angus raised of his walking stick, while Mrs Trillian was aiming with her wand toward at Tiberius' face.
However, anticipating of this, Tiberius took out something looking like a card, like from a deck of cards found in a poker game. This caught them completely by surprise, before they could do of anything, Tiberius moved first.
“Tempus Sanctus!” he cried, with the card, clipped in between two of his fingers. It then started glowing.
In the next minute, they were completely at his mercy. So fast was Tiberius moving, his shape was struggling by just trailing him. He then took out of another card and casted of another spell.
Suddenly, Angus found of his walking stick floating out from his hand forcefully and the same was happening to Mrs Trillian. They were completely frozen. For one second to them, is ten for Tiberius, he's simply too fast.
Then, to their horror, they found the walking stick and wand, was turned around and pointing back to their owners. Suddenly, Time went back to its normal flow. Angus, he found to his surprise, he couldn’t move at all! Like some kind of supernatural force was holding him.
"Since you have the most authority here, you must listen to me," Tiberius said urgently.
"What kind of Magic is this?" Mrs Trillian exclaimed, with shock and surprise.
"This," Tiberius forced of her attention by showing her a deck of Cards. Not like poker cards, but cards, each has a rimmed golden border, and inside, is a painted picture that's semi-alive.
"Spell Cards! By the Goddess!" Mrs Trillian exclaimed with her eyes wide, "You are.."
"Now that I have your undistracted attention, you will listen to me," Tiberius said to her grimly," Your grandson is in danger. For those whom are responsible for the bombing of the Market, are coming for him. You must let me do of what I must to help him. Otherwise, they will take him and kill all of you. I mean all of you." 242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNHI3l9KYs
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