《The Eternal Flame: book 1》 prologue "Mistress" said a voice whose body could not be seen. "What do you want Victor..." "I came to tell you that an army is building to the west in Thymine Castle, their army is many times stronger than ours." the reply came in a harsh sharp tone. "Well then make more of those fantastical creatures!" "mistress im sorry for upsetting you I''ll get to work on that right away." a shadow seemed to move away and right as it got to the doorway a knife or something sharp came from the end of the room with precise aim, hitting Victor in the head sending a small shower of blood onto the floor. "SERVANTS!!!" The figure in the throne screamed, about five people came through the doorway and started cleaning the floor around the crumpled body. The figure on the throne got up and started walking slowly towards the body on the ground. "such a shame Victor, you would have made such a good partner in this war. ******* Pyro woke up sweating, He was frightened out of his mind from that Nightmare... he instantly got up and went to the cage that held his messenger hawk. Quickly scrawling a message in his almost unreadable handwriting to his most trusted friend... Aria Mirkwood. The funny thing was that He didn''t notice the knock at his door. when he finally noticed the knocking it stopped abrubtly. He went to the door and opened it, to his surprise there was the kings royal messenger, dead, crumpled in a heap on the floor. When he stepped out the doorway into the hall he saw a dark robed figure go into a doorway of another room. As he got his armor on and strapped his sword to his back he couldn''t help but think about who it might be.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. When he got to the doorway he opened the door, it looked like any normal room but something was fishy, there were no windows and there was a dark musty smell in the air. He stepped into the room and the door slammed shut behind him, Pyro jumped and did a 180 spin in the air. He looked around the room and the walls and floor rippled... When they had finished rippling, it was a cell, dark and gloomy as it was there was still a bed and all the necessary things to keep clean. Pyro wondered why a prisoner would get treated so well, he didn''t have to wait long to get an answer... "Pyro... How is the royal knight that betrayed his mother, long thought dead instead of refusing to search for her, you really need to believe in yourself more." "How do you know my name? Who are you?" asked Pyro. "Don''t worry about that, it is not important, as you will learn how I know your name and who I am later, at least if you obey our commands." Pyro slowly drew his sword and started walking towards the speaker, his walk turned into a jog, and his jog into a run. He had just swung and his sword was a few centimeters away from the speakers face, when time seemed to stop only for Pyro. "You shouldn''t have tried that Pyro..." the speaker tutted andflicked his wrist, Pyro''s sword went flying out of his hand impaling itself in the wall o the room. PYro still couldn''t move, but that didn''t stop him from struggling against his invisible bonds.Pyro''s armor started sliding off, first came his helmet, then his chestplate, after that came his leggings, and lastly came his boots. " No, Sto", screamed Pyro as His armor was pulled off by the guys magic. "TheMistress will not be pleased by your choices" The man taunted... Suddenly the man stepped asideand the invisible bonds dissapeared sending pyro tumbling into another cell. the door locked without anyone touching it and Pyro , now sprawled across the floor, was on the verge of passing out. when he saw another figure approach the man, He finally blacked out. Trapped Pyro woke up to voices talking. One was the same voice as the man that took his stuff... How long was that? He thought to himself. Just after that he heard a door open and a sickly pale woman walked in walked inside the cell. She was robed in dark purple and she had a ring that looked like it was a skull and was made of ivory. She said ¡°Pyro, you can join me by will, or you can die and join my army...¡± ¡°Who are you?¡± Asked Pyro. ¡°I am your mother Pyro.¡± ¡°But that¡¯s impossible, my mother¡¯s dead¡± Pyro replied. "That may be what you''ve been told but it is false, I was banished..." "for what?, by who?" By the king of course!!!" Pyro''s mother snapped. "The thing about that is that the king deserves to die!" "Just because he banished you?" Asked. "What''s in it for me?" Pyro asked quickly after realizing his mistake. "Life" pyro''s mother said sharply. Everything was going according to plan pyro''s mother thought to herself. "What''s your name?" Pyro asked. "My name is Donna, Donna Driftdread." "So you are my mother then." "Of course I am, as I''ve said three times already!" Donna walked up to pyro staff ready and struck him across the face with the staff. "What the-!!! pyro shouted as he clutched his cheek. He swung on Donna and the same thing that happened yesterday with the guy that took his stuff happened right as his fist was about to hit he froze, again. "Such a a shame, so quick to anger, you could be so useful if you just give in." Pyro felt something beating his brain, weaving through it writhing around it and for some reason he felt the urge to give In to Donna.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. 2 months later... "I''ve been thinking about Pyro." Said Aria Mirkwood as she read the letter for the hundredth time. Right as she said that she heard screaming outside of her tree. She grabbed her spellbook and her staff and rushed out of her tree. What she saw startled her out of her mind. An army of undead running around and striking moon elves down one by one. The thing that startled her the most was Pyro alive and leading the zombies along striking down moon elves aswell. She got out of there as fast as she could. But she took a detour and confronted Pyro making him unconscious with a sleep spell and dragging him along while getting chased by zombies but luckily she made it to a safe place, On a ledge.