The Great War

The town of Slovak was normally a very peaceful town but this particular night a strange wind was blowing. One person had noticed that something was wrong but couldn’t put his finger on what it was. His name is Jacob. Jacob looked up from his book and noticed that it was 11:43 P.M. He had been lost in the pages of this new book for over 4 hours now. He closed the book and look at the cover. Something about the book had made him very interested in it but he didn’t know what. "Druids and Sorcerers" he read aloud, "That title just seems so familiar." He was just about to put the book down when he noticed a small keyhole on the binding. "That’s odd…" he thought aloud "There wasn’t a key with the book when I found it…" He dismissed the thought of anything being in there because the binding was much too small for anything to fit in it. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment to think about his day and how he had come across the book. He had been walking down the street and decided to take a back street he was not familiar with. As he walked along he noticed an old decrepit house that darkness seemed to loom about. He was about half way passed the house when he got a very strange feeling that made his whole body shake, and very strong urge to look up at the house. He stopped walking and looked up at the house, "I could have sworn someone was looking at me…" As he turned away and started to walk again a book suddenly landed in front of him as if it was thrown from the attic window. He noticed the name and felt obliged to take it with him. He ran the rest of the way home and had been reading the book until he noticed the time. As he was thinking about his day he dozed off. While he slept he had a very strange dream. He found himself standing on a hill overlooking a great valley where druids and sorcerers had gathered on opposite sides as if they were about to have a great battle. He looked down at his hands expecting to see human appendages but only saw wolven paws. He was very scared at what was going on, but suddenly got a very warm feeling and knew he was not alone. Then out of nowhere he got the urge to look up, where he saw a hellish face surrounded by flames looking over the great valley. Then in a flash the sky opened and meteors and fire rained from the sky as if hell itself was raining down from the heavens. He then heard a loud roar from the valley and as he looked he noticed most of the druids had changed into werewolves or werebears and started to charge towards the sorcerers. The rest were calling upon nature to lend animals and spirits to aid them. The sorcerers were channeling there energy and starting to cast spells to slow down the advancing enemy. Jacob then realized that the werewolves most of the druids changed into were almost exactly what he looked like. Distracted by this thought he hadn’t noticed that the druids had made it to the sorcerers and the clash of claw and steel made a deafening sound. This startled Jacob and he sat up in his chair. His heart was beating faster then he thought humanly possible. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, lightning flashed outside illuminating the room. He went to the window and looked outside. A storm was raging and he guessed thunder has been the cause of his awakening. "That dream… it was so real" he whispered. He decided he should go to his bed and get some sleep. He looked at the clock "Seesh… 2:17 in the morning, it didn’t feel like I was asleep for that long…" He walked upstairs to his bedroom, got changed, and hopped into bed. He had no sooner than closed his eyes when he heard a deafening crash. This startled his but he dismissed it as thunder. A few moments later just as he was dozing off his bedroom door burst open and a hulking werebear stood dripping wet in the doorway. Jacob sat up in bed and coward to the far corner as far from the bear as possible. The bear walked over to the bed, grabbed Jacob \, and threw him towards the closet. "GET DRESSED!" he bellowed. "Who are you?" "NO QUESTIONS! THERE IS NO TIME FOR IDLE CHIT CHAT. WE HAVE TO LEAVE AND START YOUR TRAINING AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!" "What do you mean by my training’?" "I’LL EXPLAIN LATER… NOW GET DRESSED!" Jacob obeyed the roaring beast and turned around. He was in the process of putting his shirt on when he heard a half bear half human scream from behind him. He quickly turned around to see the bear now ripping his fur off to reveal human skin and clothing, while at the same time shrinking down to about Jacobs’s height. After a minute of the deafening screaming and the most gruesome show of pain Jacob had ever witnessed, a fully clothed man now stood before him. Startled and confused Jacob finished putting on his shirt. When he was fully clothed rage overtook Jacob, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Jacob screamed. The man walked over to Jacob, grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall. It was this action that made Jacob realize that even as a human this guy was strong. "I already told you there is no time for questions. Now I do not believe that we even need you and I could kill you within a matter of seconds, but I have specific instructions to retrieve you alive. But, if you raise your voice to me ever again I will make you regret it. Now follow me we can’t waste any more time." Jacob followed the man down stairs and out where the front door used to be. As he left the house he noticed two men on opposite sides of the doorway, dressed in the same attire as the one who had stormed his bedroom. It was obvious the one who had taken him from his house was the leader of the three as shown by his size in comparison and a large scar on the right side of his face. As Jacob looked at the other two men there was no doubt they were strong as well. The man standing to Jacobs’s left, who was the bigger of the two guards looked Jacob up and down and laughed. "This is the guy the master wants? He doesn’t even look like he can protect himself, let alone a whole race." The smaller of the two laughed at the other mans comment. "I bet my grandmother is stronger than he is. Maybe we should just kill him now and say that they got to him first." The leader of the group glared at the smaller man and punched him in the face. "Nobody touches him unless you want to hear from the master." "Uh excuse me…" Jacob interrupted "What did you mean by they?" "I thought I told you no questions!" Just then the leader lifted his nose to the sky and started sniffing the air just like a dog, followed by the other two. "They are coming! We gotta go. Zarcoff, Xavier, you know what to do, protect him at all costs." "Just wait a minute. Who is coming? What is going on here?!?" Jacob questioned. "THE SORCERERS!" the three said simultaneously. Just then the three men started screaming the ripping off their human skin to reveal fur. When they were finished three werewolves now stood before Jacob. Distracted by the three werewolves now standing in front of his, he didn’t notice the four men in robes running down the street until it was almost too late. "Watch Out!" screamed Zarcoff as he pushed Jacob to the ground. Just then a fireball came whizzing by their heads and hit the front of Jacobs house, exploding on impact. Jacob stood up amazed at what just happened. The leader of the group, of whom Jacob still did not know his name, picked up a large shard of glass, and with all his strength hurled it down the street towards the men. As is passed an oncoming fireball the wind it created turned the blazing mass into nothing but a harmless spark. The fire mage noticed his creation diminish and wondered why, not noticing the transparent projectile before it was too late. The glass shard slammed into the fire mages chest slamming him to the pavement where he died instantly. "ATTACK!" screamed the leader of Jacobs captors.