Along a dusty road in the lonely French town, a Dark Wizard walks. “Comment vas-tu, Sorcier John,” Pierre asked, “tu a l’air en forme.” As soon as he stops talking he disappeared. “I was never French, you idiot,” said Wizard John. He keeps walking.
Soon he reaches the hall. “Nous ne le capturerons pas,” said the mayor. “Sorry I’m late,” Wizard john said quietly. The hall is silent, but not from fear: they are enchanted. When they wake the mayor is gone.
Long ago Duron was full of life with green grass ad bright buildings. It was a lively town with happy people living a pleasant life. They were strong and proud and grew any plant you could imagine. It was quite different then the grey dusty town it is now.
Now we go to a lively place called Sorle. It had bright flowers and lovely smells. The sunset is a beautiful sight to see with the gold sun sinking into while radiating light turning the sky a light pink, orange, and red.
Sorle is the famous city where the detective Jimithy lives. Jimithy is a top notch detective who always wear’s an orange hat. He has black hair, with a small neat beard and moustache. He is short and kind of chubby. He has been involved in major cases in Sorle and a few of the surrounding areas.
“I told you I am not travelling that far,” said Jimithy furiously, “I don’t do missions farther then Jecser.” “But,” Jesse said, “ the mayor was gone after a big meeting and Pierre was gone the same day.” “I’ll look into it,” Jimithy sigh’s, “but no promises.
It had been a busy week for Jimithy. People were calling left and right and they all wanted the mystery of Duron solved. “Sally, were leaving for Duron,” Jimithy said. “Coming boss,” called Sally from the back room. Out emerges a young lady with blonde hair. She wears an aviators outfit(No one knows how she got it though), and she has a big smile on her face.
Now remember this is not the modern time. In the modern time the journey would be easy, but at this time it was not.
The danger was perilous, and the path was grey, as they travelled through town after town of loneliness.
About midway through there journey, Jimithy yells, “get down.” Crossbow bolts whiz past them, just where they were a second before. They keep coming. A chilling voice calls out, “who dares to enter my domain.” Jimithy picks up a bolt and looks at it. It had a green tip that smelled somewhat tangy. It was poison. “Sally, we are dealing with an even more dangerous person then we thought,” said Jimithy, “this tip was made by magic.”
Jimithy and Sally crawl quietly along, until two rough hands grab them. “Stop right there,” said a surprisingly high voice. They are brought to the wealthy businessman named Char, famous for his listening devices and voice changers (that is why the guards voice was high). He wears a neat suit slightly big and has jet black hair, and beard. He said nothing. “Hello Char,” Jimithy said, “come to poison me.” “No, my dear Jimithy,” Char said, “I have come to give you advice. I have heard of you mission but lie low outside of Duron. If the wizard knows you are there, he will make you disappear.”
They left without an incident the rest of the way. This was a clue. Jimithy knew Char was listening, but his listening devices could never reach this far. Char was listening and Jimithy knew.
“Sally, Char is the Dark Wizard,” “What,” Sally said. “John is Chars nickname and that is what the wizard is named,” Jimithy said. They stopped and they each had a bright red apple, which tasted so sweet, and a piece of cheese.
They slept in the inn in Duron, a dull grey building with beds that are anything but comfy and slept. When they woke up, they were in a room with a nice warm light and they were in a nice comfy bed. There was a crystal chandelier hanging above a beautiful glass table. On the table there were fruits and vegetables, and a great deal of clear fresh water.
They went to the table and ate the fruits and drank the water. When they were done a young man at the age of 20-25 came in and joined them. He had kind eyes and a smile like gold. He had light brown hair and wore pure white clothing.
“Hello Jimithy and Sally,” the man said, “I am the wizard of light.” “Well wizard could you please,” Jimithy said when he is interrupted. “I know why you’re here, and yes I will go fight the Dark Wizard Char/John.” The light Wizard said, “let us go from my house in a hurry and find the mayor and the others Char has imprisoned.”
There is a flash of light and Char’s estate looms before them. “Come on out, Char,” the wizard said. There is another light and a crossbow bolt is stopped an inch from the Light Wizards heart.
The End (Of Part One)