Death's Prologue
an excerpt

“You are the chosen one,” the wizened old man said, as he clamped his hands down on the boy's shoulders. The boy's eyes widened slightly.
“What? But I.. I can't be.. I-”
“But you are.”
The moon appeared from behind the clouds, casting a beam of light down onto the back of the boy's head, illuminating it as if he had a halo. The boy took in a deep breath and respectfully bowed his head to the old man.
It was all clearly visible from the window. He watched it with his heart racing, adrenaline flowing throughout his body while his stomach flipped queasily. He continued to watch as the old man patted the boy's head affectionately. It was time. His body gave a jolt but suddenly held itself back.
“Come on..” He whispered to himself, “Come on.”
He took a deep breath then propelled himself through the window, shattering the glass. He rolled onto the floor, feeling bits of glass prickling through his clothes. The old man and the boy looked up.
“What do you think you're doing!” the old man shouted angrily.
Repungent didn't give a reply.
“Quick, Xander, you must go. He's a spy!” the old man exclaimed.
“But.. where?”
The boy stopped to ask. At that moment the moon disappeared back behind the cloud. A gasp was heard but nothing more. Repungent tucked himself behind a corner.
“Xander?” the old man called.
The clouds cleared the way again. The boy was curled up on the floor. Repungent could just make out the scene through the reflection on the glass of the window opposite.