Hi! This is part one of Wizards VS. Pirates! Here it is ....
Colder, and colder it got. Winter was defiantly on it's way. The trees were stripped of their leaves, Autumn had already taken it's toll, all the trees where dead. Except the occasional evergreen. The boy, he was called Mark. He had ocean blue eyes that had a sparkle, his hair was chestnut brown and short and spiky. Mark was very lonely, his family was poor. He never had enough food, he gave his rations to his younger brother and sister. Yet his rations was very little and not enough to live on, he had no money for decent clothes. No one cared for him, his father had abandoned him when he was just six years old. Mark is now twelve and his mother is now single, with four children to look after. His mother works in a jewelry making factory, which is very dangerous. And makes very little money.
One night, Mark was sitting on the moonlit beach as the water was lapping onto the squelchy sand that sunk beneath your feet. He was quietly throwing pebbles into the water, when he felt a strong underground tremor. The waves started to shake violently, Wizard City plunged into darkness. It was if all life had been stolen, gone. All the wisps had disappeared, even the main power source, gone. The tremor hit again, the ground started to split. A fireball shot out of the ground, and exploded. People were running around screaming, a huge storm appeared. But what was strange, was that the wind was blowing towards the eye of the storm ...
