The Path

(Ok this is cause Zan insists that this story is good and I am determined to prove him wrong)



Chapter 1: Meetings

Darkness.

That’s all there was: darkness everywhere. Then from it strange symbols started to glow with an otherworldly light. Then there she was. A beautiful
woman telling me that this was my destiny. A white fire erupted in the middle of the symbols. From within the fire I saw shadows. Four: each one glowing in their own aura of power. The woman spoke again.

Woman: You must follow the path which your family strayed from. You must prevent the darkness from growing stronger. The beast lies in wait to devour all the powers of magick. Within you lay the powers of the four bloodlines, dormant but waiting. Now then, Alex, wake up. Wake up.

Mom: “Wake up. Alex. Wake up.”

“Huh? Wha?”

Mom: “Get up. You’re going to be late for school. It’s not good to be late on your first day.”

Uhh. First day of school. Oh joy. What about that dream? Mom always said that our power was different, but to actually have the four bloodlines within me? There was no way. It was forbidden.

So, I reluctantly got up, still thinking about the dream, and got ready for my first day at Wilcox Prepatory Academy. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Alexander Daniel Davenport. My family affectionately calls me ADD or Alex. I’m about 5’6” with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. Not all that special in my eyes.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I was complaining about school. We had to wear these stupid uniforms: a dark blue blazer, with a white undershirt and tan pants. To top it all off, we had to wear a tie. A DAMN TIE! I hate ties.

You see, mom got this promotion at work so we had to move my beautiful Malibu, CA, to Duquesne, PA. No mountains, no ocean. Meaning no snowboarding and no surf. How do these kids survive?

So, after finally getting ready, I head to my first day of classes at Wilcox Prep. The drive isn’t that long from our new house. When I get to the school I see that it is huge. It looks like a castle of some sort. I went to registration, which was easier said than done in that school.

Girl: “Need some help? You look lost.”

“Um, yeah, thanks. I need to get to the registration office.”

Girl: “Oh, you take this hall to the end and make a left. I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”

“Um, yeah. We just moved here last week. I need to get my class schedule and my dorm assignments.”

RING

Girl: “That’s the bell, so I gotta run. Hope to see you around cutie.”

That was weird. I got a vibe of power from her. Whatever. I had better shake it off before getting to registration. As I reached it I got another sense of power from somewhere in the school. It was a strange power surge. I reached the window and got all registered. I looked at my room: room 169, with a Blake Wolfe. Interesting. I was told to skip my first hour class, Calculus AB, and go straight to my second hour class, Greek Literature. So when the bell rang again I went into my new class, I had used my first hour finding the classroom. As the other students came
pouring in, I saw the girl walk in. She noticed me and walked up to me.

Girl: “Hey, mind if I sit here. My little brother usually sits next to me in this class but too bad for him. I’m Jordan by the way.”

“Oh, I’m-”

Teacher: “Alright class, we have a new student here. Please stand up Mr.… Davenport.”

I stood up and everyone looked at me.

intestin...very intesting...keep it up

no...you're supposed to say that its crap to prove zan wrong...gah!

Nice story Keep it up you've got my interst.

Must resist to to call it horrible, must resist to make Leo upset..... *explodes*

See Leo it's good you are just stubborn

I hate you Zan...like you have no idea right now...grr :x



Just kidding...i could never hate you zan...school might be a little more interesting tomorow...but other than that you will remain unharmed...

Ok..here is chapter 2

Chapter 2-Meeting The Cursed

There I was. Everyone was staring at me and let me tell you. When everyone in a room is looking at you it makes you kinda nervous.

Teacher: “Why don’t you tell us about yourself, Mr. Davenport.”

“Um. Well my name is Alexander Davenport. I go by Alex. I just moved here from Malibu, California. I like to snowboard and surf. I think that’s all there is to know about me.”

Teacher: “Thank you Mr. Davenport-” Some kid was snickering in the corner “-Mr. Nicholes what might I ask is so funny?”

Mr. Nicholes: “Just that California boy is in for a surprise since we don’t have mountains and the river is for jet skis only. I just think that he should know that his favorite pastimes are nonexistent here.”

Teacher: “Well, since you feel that you should inform him about everything, why don’t you take him on a tour of campus since he is new and this campus is relatively large? I’m so happy you volunteered for this Mr. Nicholes.”

Mr. Nicholes: sarcastically “Anytime Mr. Chenkoff.”

There it was again. That weird power again, except this time it was coming from inside the classroom. Does that mean there are fellow witches here? Mr. Chenkoff gave me permission to sit and twenty minutes later the bell rang and Mr. Nicholes walked up to Jordan.

Jordan: “You moron. Why did you have to be a jerk to the new kid?”

“Do you two know each other?”

Jordan: “Alex, meet my retarded brother, Zach.”

I have to say. Zach was cute. He was about 6’ tall with spiky blonde hair and a weird eye color that reminded me of the ocean with ice in it.

Zach: “Sorry about in class. It’s just not a good time for me. I recently started going through something-” a subtle glance passed between Jordan and Zach “-personal that makes me act kinda jerk-ish.”

“It happens dude. I believe you were assigned to give me a tour of this school, and why isn’t everyone going to class?”

Jordan: “After hour 2 we have a thirty minute break to go to our rooms or just plain hang out. ”

“Does that mean we can go on our tour, cause I have no idea where-” I check my schedule “-room 506 is.”

Zach: “Hey, I have Latin next too, I’ll take you there. I guess we’ll be goin then Jordan. See you after classes.”

“Thanks. Laters Jordan.”

Jordan: “Ok guys, Zach, mom expects you to call her so don’t forget.”

Zach waved his sister off as we went to Latin. On the way I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked and I saw living shadow. These things are extremely dangerous so if they were here then something needed to be done. So I did a simple sight spell, not wanting to call attention to myself I chose moonlight.

“Lunas Incendium” I whispered.

Moonlight started to glow out of my hand directly at the shadow and Zach. I wasn’t expecting Zach to notice but he started to freak and looked at his hand. I saw where the strange power was coming from. On Zach’s palm was the curse of the werewolf, meaning that my moonlight spell was starting his transformation. I stopped and looked at him with shock. He looked at me with the same look. We just stood there looking at eachother, neither knowing what to say.


A/N: For all of those of you that have seen Cursed, I did totally steal the curse mark from the movie, but thats ok cause the whole werewolf is gonna look like that.