Alison was surprised at the amount of guitars Matthew had in the room in which they had entered. Some that looked like they had seen better days, whilst others stood proud on stands, with piles of music sheets stacked up in the corner of the room, and microphones, which lay in a tangled mess in a wooden box.
“So the rumours are true?” Alison remarked looking around. “You play in a band or something?”
“I play in a local punk band,” Matthew responded, smiling.
“I heard you did. Some sixth formers have seen you, say you look nothing like a teacher,” she smiled as she continued to look around curiously.
“I shall take it as a compliment. You’ll have to get down to the Felix Ground Club with your mates one night.”
“I can’t, I’m too young,” Alison said shrugging her shoulders sadly.
“Put that beard on and no will notice. If you can fool one of those Onbrien folk, then you can easily fool the bouncers at the club.” Matthew nodded.
They walked down the stairs of the house, which was very narrow with textbooks, more guitars and clothes strewn around on the staircase.
“Right, now you know where I live, if ever you need to get to other kingdoms, then I will be your elder and assist you in doing so. So no going through anyone else’s portals again. Do you understand?” Matthew asked firmly.
“Yes, I understand and thank you again for helping me,” Alison replied.
“Anytime. Take care, and see you Monday, if all’s well.” Matthew smiled, as he opened the front door to let Alison out.
“The date has been agreed,” General Pinnah declared to the table of comrades and Amir, who had sat patiently, listening to the arguing and disagreements around the table for most of the afternoon. He was in no mood for his noblemen and their arguing; he had other things on his mind.
The young girl, who had appeared earlier that day, gave him plenty to think about. He felt different; a new feeling was in his body… one that he had not felt for a very long time. He was not sure if he was in a dream, however, he stirred quickly when Julu A’ Vanda spoke.
“The death of so many is what we’re all yearning for. The screams of innocence echoing around are one that pleases us all. The lost souls will be for the taking, and we will provoke the actions of those who wish death upon our souls. Frinda will be deemed lifeless and the punishment, in which they have inflicted on our Master, will be marked upon their lifeless bodies,” she snarled as she stood up and looked around at the noblemen, who nodded firmly in agreement.
Amir stared at her. How he hated this woman, with her twisty-wired, grey hair, and a voice that cackled and cut through you like a knife. She was the most evil person Amir had ever met.
She had approached him at a time when he had decided that he’d had enough of Zantha’s poison, and had drunk enough to exit his life right then. Julu had known Zantha for many years and was aware of the evil that she had bestowed upon her brother. At times, she too had smiled upon...