Brian’s Power, Chapter Three
Introduction:
No sex.
Hey! Thanks for all the overwhelming support for my series! When I get to chapter five, I’m going to group all my stories together and post them in one story, so be if you prefer longer stories, read them then! In this chapter, the Backwater family gets home and Gillian and Janet tell Brian about when he was abducted! Yippie! I thank everyone who’s faithfully followed my stories, and I’m glad to say, this story is almost double as long as the last chapter. 9,295 characters! You proud of me yet? Ha! You’ve been telling me to make it longer, so I did. So here we go, back into Brian’s tale…
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Father, mother and I got home safely. It was already late afternoon when we got home, and I had been away from my village for about a week. At home, mother started making supper. Even though the castle has a cook, mom insists on making the food. I’m actually glad, knowing the food I’m eating is cooked by someone I know. Dad has a lot of enemies.
Mother made potatoes, some kind of meat slab (I really don’t know what is is. In my old village, Thet and I ate stew most of the time), and a cabbage soup. She made sure I had all my vegetables, and I’m guessing she did that because she never got to when I was little. The food was good, and we had milk to drink. When we were finished, we walked to the gardens, gathered some wood, and made a campfire. Everyone was asleep by this time, excluding us.
Father and mother explained the search to find me. It was a bigger deal than I had imagined. Everyone in the village was looking for me, perhaps to gain some prestige from the king. Not to mention the other bandit leaders where trying to find me, to hold me for ransom. Something told me if my father found out I was captive in an enimies base, then the people in that base wouldn’t be around for very long. No king knew about this, for we lived very far from any of the kingdoms.
Eventually, when my parents became desperate, they put up a 10,000 gold coin reward, but to no avail. The search continued for about half a year, until there were no more leads. The only thing my parents had to remember me by, was a shred of my shirt, found inside the Yorcome Woods. Even my father was powerless to find me.
I could only imagine what my mother and father must have been thinking.
Father and only his most trusted bandits made the quest with him, in his best caravan, to find me. His apprentice, of course, went with him, and my father later found out was ruining all the trails. Gillian returned home, with nothing to show for his effort. He had been gone nearly a year, and when he stepped through the gates, he was nearly on the verge of collapsing. He was brought in for food poisoning, and as my father later found out, his apprentice was behind it.
About three years after my disappearance, my father’s apprentice became greedy with power. His powers never even scaled up with my family’s, and I think he knew that. The only reason my father bothered to train his was because he was afraid of not having an heir, someone to pass down the family power to, and someone to take over after he was gone. Gillian saw a spark of power in this young man (his apprentice), and he decided to try and train him. He never showed anything more than a spark.
My father’s apprentice was constantly eager to learn the darkest of powers, and never tried to learn anything he felt “wouldn’t make him stronger”. If he felt it wouldn’t benefit him, he would skip it. There was no doubt that father’s apprentice was treading on the dark path. Of course, father didn’t mind, but others did.Just when father started to become fed up with his power-hungry apprentice, my mother gave birth to me. It was that same day the young man of whom father was training took me.
He hid me in his room, and cast an evil spell that would transport the best of souls, to the places they were least likely to survive. If he had paid attention, he would know that the spell wasn’t a hundred percent certain to work, and it didn’t. In fact, it just teleported me inside of the wagon of Fiona and Thet Hollender, and they would raise me for fourteen years.
Father found out about his apprentice’s treachery when he was trying to teach him of the memory skill, like the one he had used on me. When doing this, father found the memory of him abducting me, and he became enraged. Father blew the top off the ceiling, and it shattered into smithereens. His hair lit black, his eyes red, and a dark aura surrounded him. His apprentice tried to run, but only got to the door. Father bursted through the wall, and grabbed his apprentice by the throat. He sent a mental message to everyone in the castle to grab their weapons, and to meet him in the courtyard. He flew out of the building, witch wasn’t a big deal, considering there was no roof, and slammed the young man into the side of a building. He then threw him down towards the ground, and surrounded his apprentice in a purple force field. His people around him, Gillian told everyone that his so called “apprentice” was a traitor, and that he was responsible for my disappearance. Somehow the young man found the power to teleport away, but knowing his power, father knew he couldn’t be far. Everyone in the castle searched and searched, but the ex apprentice was never found. He was presumed dead by the injuries that father gave him, and was never seen again.
“It’s getting late. Should we head back now?” Mother asked.
“Yes. You will have a hard day of training tomorrow, and you need your sleep.” Father said as he looked at me.
“Oh my! I can’t wait for you to see your bedroom! I have kept it clean myself all these years, into the hopes you’d find your way home one day!” Mother said as she gave me a hug. We walked back to the castle, and walked past the throne room. Father led us past a few corridors, and walked up to a fireplace. He recited a few words that I couldn’t understand, and then the fireplace lifted up about a foot. We crawled under, and it opened up to a vast room, with a two rooms, a room filled to the brim with leather bound books, a kitchen, and a bathing room.
“This is where we sleep. And also, you will begin your training by studying with those books.” Father said as he pointed to the room with the books.
“We cannot risk anyone getting their hands on the books, or us, so you must never tell anyone where we sleep. Do you understand?” Father asked.
“Yes.” I said. I was still overcome with all the books. Back with Fiona and Thet, the only book we had was the Bible.
“Your room is just like the thrones.” Mother stated.
“So, it’s the one on the left?” I asked.
“Good, you remembered.” Said Gillian.
“If you get hungry, there’s a kitchen over here.” Said mom, pointing to the side of the room.
“We only have water, bread, and maybe some fruits and vegetables however, because anything else would spoil to fast.” Said father.
“Well, you get some sleep, and we will see you at dawn.” Said mother.
They walked into the second room on the right, and I walked into the first room on the left. Immediately I was filled with awe. Their was a red velvet rug on the floor, the bed was white silk, the dresser was oak… I have never seen a room so elegant. Their was a mirror on the wall, and a chest near the foot on the bed filled with clothing. Their was red and blue robes, white fancy looking clothes for important occasions, regular clothing but with my father’s symbol on the right shoulder side, and a purple tunic. Was really caught my attention was a green tunic with gold and silver patterns everywhere on it. There was also my fathers symbology on the right shoulder side, but it also covered the entire back of it. I knew I had found my favorite clothes.
I felt sweaty. I hadn’t showered since the morning Gillian had came to get me. Looking in the mirror, my jet black hair was rough, my chest felt grimy, and my shoes where filled with rocks. There was dirt on my hands, and on my face.
Remembering the bathing room, I exited my room and walked across the room to it. I opened the door and stepped in. It was dark, but I found a match and lit one of the many candles. Making an estimate, I’d say it was about eight-thirty. I took off my clothing, neatly folded it, and stepped inside the large wooden bath. I rubbed myself with soap, and poured bucket after bucket of water on my skin until the soap was gone. I stepped out, shivered, and blew out the candle. I threw away the match, and I watched the water drain through the hole in the tub. I walked outside the bathing room and quickly ran into my room. I stepped into a pair of underwear, and grabbed the blue robe.
I pulled myself into the white silk covers, and put out the lamp. I wonder what my training will be like in the morning…
I then fell into one of the deepest sleeps I had ever had.
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Ya! So how do you think it was? It was hard to make. I’m up at 12:47 writing it! I’ll start the next one tomorrow, and I’ll try and have it up by tomorrow. If you liked, don’t forget to leave a comment telling me what YOU want to happen, and rate (positive?). Okay, I’m going to sleep now. Nighty night!
