Chapter 6 Narrow Escape

"We can't keep running forever from your father."

James angrily moved to a rock. He isn't happy that Lacey didn't tell him she was from a noble home and her father is obsessed with werewolves.

"I know you are not happy with me, but I did what I did to protect you."

Lacey draws closer to James. They just got away from her father and his men. All thanks to the explosion that rocked the woods serving as a distraction. She didn't mean to keep such a secret from James. She's just been careful.

"This isn't right!" James cried out narrowing his gaze on Lacey. "Why does everyone here wants me dead? I have done nothing to deserve this."

In Northumbria, no one wants to associate with werewolves. The vampires have been keeping the peace to get the humans to live alongside the creatures of the night and other creatures. However, werewolves have proven to be ruthless in their ways of life. They are not abiding by the truce. All they want is to rule both the supernatural territories and the human territories. They claim superiority over everyone or creatures in Northumbria. This was the beginning of their rivalry with the vampires. Killing the warlocks has become their way of life but in all this, James has nothing to do with it. He just got here. Only if he can figure out how he got here, he can as well figure out how to go back home.

"It will pain you to hear this... but your kind has been going against the rules here."

"I know nothing of any rules. I don't even know how I got here."

James is just trying to be cool with what's happening and to find a way to walk out of it. He didn't want to trigger his rage which can be disastrous to anyone around him. Werewolf's rage can't be controlled until the werewolf gets its claws and fangs into the one that enraged him.

"I know you're different from the rest of your kind." Lacey gently grabs James' hand as she continued. "I don't know why I'm so drawn to you but I will figure that out. But right now, you need to stay alive."

Their moments were suddenly interrupted as smoke started oozing out from the rock. They drew away from the rock with their gaze constantly fixed on the rock. Within a twinkling of an eye, an old man emerged from the smoke. He was dressed in a white flowing robe and was bearing a bronze staff. His white hair rests on his shoulder and he looked well-shaved. Casting his gaze at them, he started giggling.

James stares with mixed feelings. Things are getting weirder around him. "Who is he?" he whispered to Lacey.

Before Lacey could squeeze out a reply, the old man started walking toward James. "Don't be afraid, I don't bite."

"You are still alive?" Lacey stared at the old man in disbelief. She has been paying keen attention to him to make sure he was the one. They both knew each other but Lacey thought he was dead.

"No one can kill me," the old man whispered in the air. He giggled as he switched his gaze back to James. "I'm glad to see you chosen one," he said taking a bow before James.

"What's going on here?" James asked with a concerned look.

"I have no idea," Lacey replied in a soft tone. She looks confused as well. Nothing comes to mind as to why the old man called James the 'chosen one.' She's lost in her thought as well.

"I know you have a lot of questions bothering you, but I will let you ask three," the old man said as he bowed once more.

James isn't comfortable with the old man bowing down to him. He has never been in a situation where someone reverences him the way the old man is. However, he didn't want to put more attention to the old man's reverence. He needed answers but he can't just ask only three questions. He argued. "Why three questions only?" he asked fixing his gaze on the old man in expectation of a positive response.

"There's no time and your enemies are closing in on you," replied the old man. "You have two questions remaining," he added.

James stared at the old man with a wide-eyed gaze. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Oh yes, I am."

"This is ridiculous." James glanced at Lacey. "Do you know him?"

"Yes, I do. His name is Zed." Lacey walked up to the old man. "The explosions, was it your doing?" she asked.

"Yes. That's the only way I could get the chosen one away from Ambrose."

When Zed saw James surrounded by Ambrose and his men, he had to cause a commotion. With his ability to create fireballs, he started blasting many trees in the woods. This caused a massive explosion that led to the escaping of James and Lacey.

For over a year, many thought that Zed was dead because of his brutal fight with the werewolf alpha who has been leading his pack to terrorize Northumbria. Many believed he was killed in the fight when the werewolf alpha threw him off the cliff. He's the first wizard of order and the most powerful wizard that has ever walked the earth.

"Zed or whatever your name is," James said bringing his face closer to Zed and continued. "Why are you here if you can't give me the answers I seek rather than limiting my questions?"

"I'm here to guide you."

"Guide me in what?"

"Sorry chosen one, you have exhausted your questions. It's time to leave." Zed hits the ground with his bronze staff. A bright light shone in their midst and took them away.