For years Aviel grieved over Andorra's death. She had taken him in when he was lost and alone but what did she recieve after that? Death. And he wasn't going to sit there and let his enemies live.
Aviel was a wizard; hundreds of years old but looked younger, short, with a handsome face but a crooked nose and red messy hair.
"I will get those... those enemies once and for all!" Aviel entered his chamber where he kept his spell books and practiced his magic. A long table stood with a large black pot perching on top of it and on the sides of the walls were shelves full of books. Spell books and others providing information.
"Now, I need to find some way to get rid of our enemies." Aviel walked over to the book shelves. He was meaning to grab a spell book but instead was holding a book that said,
Aviel turned the pages in boredome until he found he made a mistake. He was about to close the book but stopped. One page read
THE BLACK OPAL
The only Black Opal in this world is very powerful. When it is in the hands of a wizard, witch,sorcerer.... they gain power from this opal. Though this opal is kept in the Volcano Of Synra, guarded by the Silver Dragon, the silver dragon will only hand it over to a Silver Witch.
"A silver witch," Aviel muttered. "What is that?" He grabbed another book called WITCHES. Silver witch, silver witch... It repeated in his mind. He found it and read.
Many believe Silver witches were fakes. It is said to be that they are the second most powerful witches in the world. They have the shiniest silver eyes and silver hair. When they are twelve winters, they start to discover their identity.
"So where can I fond one?" Aviel got to the next paragraph.
Silver witches are not found. They show themselves for a purpose but they don't know what purpose that is. Silver witches are also the only ones who can posses a black opal.
Aviel read the section over twice. He would need another book for more information on this a AND the Volcano of Synra.
"I need a Silver witch! I need that black opal!" A knock on the door interrputed him.
"Yes?" he asked becoming annoyed.
"Your maid sire," the voice answered. Aviel faced the door. That did not sound like his regular maid. The voice was younger and sweet.
"Come in," Aviel answered. He watched suspiciously as the door opened and a small child walked in. He couldn't see her face for a black cloak hid her features. Her feet were bare.
"A new maid? Your name."
"Uh--- Silvernist sire," was her reply. Strange name, Aviel thought.
"Remove your cloak," he ordered.
"No, no sire, yo-." Aviel stopped her.
"Just do it!" he roared. His echo bounced off the walls. Aviel watched anxiously as the strange girl reached for her cloak.