Post by thehebrewhammer on May 22, 2006 10:43:35 GMT -5
Hey folks. I just put the finishing touches on the rough draft of #2, meaning you'll see it in the next release batch! I'm going to go back and clean some things up, but here's a little preview for you...
Then…
“Is it really going to happen Phillip?” Deborah Summers’ elderly voice was laced with concern. Scott strained his ear against the door to his bedroom to hear the faint whispers from below a little better. Outside his window the moon was just reaching the top of its parabolic arc, casting its light softly upon the quiet village of Westchester.
“I’m afraid so” Phillip replied. Scott was unable to hear what he said next. Determined to find out what was going on, he slid the door to his bedchambers open and slipped out into the hall. He walked only on the toes of his feet, insistent on making as little noise as possible. The wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath him, causing him to give momentary pause. He descended the first two steps towards the kitchen, so that he could see the shadows of his grandparents cast against the wall by the candles that lit the room.
“What if the war should reach here? What about Scott? Should we move him?” Grandma Summers continued to speak with a tone fraught with worry. He could almost see her trembling in the blurred shadows on the wall.
“No Deborah,” Phillip said firmly, placing his hand over that of his wife’s, hoping to assuage her fears. “It’s best that we stay put. If we are truly in danger, he will come for us. He won’t let any of us fall into harm’s way. Nor do I believe it is Magnus’s way to burn the villages of innocent people. This is a war of ideologies, not a bid for power,” Phillip explained calmly.
“We all live on this land, why does Magnus believe that those closer to the Destiny Force should rule everyone else?” Deborah’s voice had gone from concern to a soft sound of anger and resentment.
“It has always been his disposition that mages were created for a higher purpose than normal mortals. That the Destiny Force chose them to usher in a new era. Even when he was headmaster of the Strange Academy, he believed he was teaching the future rulers of this world.”
“Oh, what of that poor school? Those children are at the center of this war,” Grandma Summers’ voice returned to its normal tone of concern.
“I cannot say. Xavier, the headmaster, has always been sympathetic to Magnus and his cause. While the Academy lies within the borders of Wundagore, I cannot help but wonder if its true allegiance is with Avalon. And I-“ Phillip began before pausing. From the Scott was too intent on listening to notice as the shadows shifted towards him. Before he knew it, both his grandparents were giving him very stern glances. It was off to bed with twelve-year-old boy after that.
Then…
“Is it really going to happen Phillip?” Deborah Summers’ elderly voice was laced with concern. Scott strained his ear against the door to his bedroom to hear the faint whispers from below a little better. Outside his window the moon was just reaching the top of its parabolic arc, casting its light softly upon the quiet village of Westchester.
“I’m afraid so” Phillip replied. Scott was unable to hear what he said next. Determined to find out what was going on, he slid the door to his bedchambers open and slipped out into the hall. He walked only on the toes of his feet, insistent on making as little noise as possible. The wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath him, causing him to give momentary pause. He descended the first two steps towards the kitchen, so that he could see the shadows of his grandparents cast against the wall by the candles that lit the room.
“What if the war should reach here? What about Scott? Should we move him?” Grandma Summers continued to speak with a tone fraught with worry. He could almost see her trembling in the blurred shadows on the wall.
“No Deborah,” Phillip said firmly, placing his hand over that of his wife’s, hoping to assuage her fears. “It’s best that we stay put. If we are truly in danger, he will come for us. He won’t let any of us fall into harm’s way. Nor do I believe it is Magnus’s way to burn the villages of innocent people. This is a war of ideologies, not a bid for power,” Phillip explained calmly.
“We all live on this land, why does Magnus believe that those closer to the Destiny Force should rule everyone else?” Deborah’s voice had gone from concern to a soft sound of anger and resentment.
“It has always been his disposition that mages were created for a higher purpose than normal mortals. That the Destiny Force chose them to usher in a new era. Even when he was headmaster of the Strange Academy, he believed he was teaching the future rulers of this world.”
“Oh, what of that poor school? Those children are at the center of this war,” Grandma Summers’ voice returned to its normal tone of concern.
“I cannot say. Xavier, the headmaster, has always been sympathetic to Magnus and his cause. While the Academy lies within the borders of Wundagore, I cannot help but wonder if its true allegiance is with Avalon. And I-“ Phillip began before pausing. From the Scott was too intent on listening to notice as the shadows shifted towards him. Before he knew it, both his grandparents were giving him very stern glances. It was off to bed with twelve-year-old boy after that.