Rock N Roll Children. Part One.

Part One: How a story of love and redemption began.




Whenever it rains, a lot of emotions run thew those you call “humans”. They become sad, the rain represents tears. They become happy, the rain represents tears of joy. Or you are like me, a wizard, in which case rain represents boredom, and the curse of pure utter loneliness. Ever sense I became a wizard, my life has been extremely pathetic. Because there aren't that many wizards left (no females), or people seem to understand me. So, frustrated that people seem to waste love by divorcing, committing suicide, or having an affair with someone and learning to live with each other threw what is called “tolerable hate”, I decided to help people fix there lives, so the only true magic humans possess, which is love, can be preserved. But I never thought that I would help two teenagers. I still remember the events very clearly.


The whole week, we have been granted with some of the queerest weather in a long time. At first, it was snowing. It was blinding. Then, it started to rain and thunder with sounds like someone breaking a harp. Smashing it with a mallet. And that was when I first saw them. Between them, I first saw the girl. She was dressed as if she just came out of a punk-rock concert. Her jeans had rips around the knee areas. Her hair has dark blonde, short, spiky.

She was looking around, she had a empty guitar case next to her that bared her name: Korrina. Pretty name. I was wondering why such a young girl would be wondering around a dark and dangerous ally way at around midnight. I felt sorry for her, so I grabbed one of my cloaks, the black one, and then I saw the event that started this entire story about love and redemption. And it began when a young man that had dyed black hair, long bangs that covered half of his face approach Korrina. He was carrying a large bag, and she did not look impressed. Before I continue with this story, I must explain to you that between the windows and the mind numbing clash of thunder, I could not hear a single word that they said. So, I had to read there lips. That does come useful when you become partly deaf.

“You're late. Again!” she sounded upset. “Do you know how long I have been waiting here? Oh, why should I tell you. If you truly cared about me, then you would at least give a flying fuck. Anyway, explain yourself, Aaron. You were suppose to be hear at around six o' clock! Gottverdammt.” Arron liked it when she spoke in a different language. This time it was German.

“First off, I am sorry that I was late,” Aaron said in his best apology-toned voice. He was hoping that when she figured out why he was late, she would be happy. “I was late because, well, before we ran away I saw an add in a newspaper that said “Job Opening” and I figured that if we are going to be living on our own we will need money, so I applied to the job!” He was now praying that it would work.

“Okay,” Korrina said after a few minutes. “I suppose I do not need to kill you know. I mean, you could have at least told me that you were getting a -”she stopped. Because she just then noticed something that highly disturbed her.
“Where the hell is the guitar?” Aaron had only one thing going threw his mind: Oh, Shit. He was hoping that she would not find out.

“Okay, I'll come out. I had to pawn it.” Now, she was pissed.

“You did what?!?!?!?!”

“I need money for the job.” She went and grabbed his bag.

“Fine, what is in the bag?! Uh?” When she grabbed it, the contents fell onto the floor. There was a hat, a bellhop jacket, and a name tag that said: Aaron Smith. “Okay, Mr. Smith, you are a sell out now?

“Look, they require money for the job. God, I could be making enough money in a week to buy you a new better guitar!” She was still not pleased.

“I hope you realize that that guitar was also mine! You know what? Fuck you, Aaron. Fuck you! We are fucking threw now!” Then, as she started to cry, the rain started again. He is still wondering why he done this, but he grabbed Korrina by the arm and threw her and himself into my shop.

When they stumbled in, the were greeted by a sign that said: Zachariah the Wizard's Magic Shoppe. They looked around at all of the objects I sold: Statues of angels, demons, gargoyles, etc. The books that laid peacefully on the shelf, a large wardrobe, and a giant crystal ball that was hosted by a dragon's claw (which, to tell you, my dear reader the truth, that is an actually Dragon Claw. Given to me by the great King Arthur for me helping him out once). When I had enough of a suspense, I reveled my self to them. Lets just say that they were shocked that they saw a little old man.

They were shocked out of there mind when they saw such a little old man appear out of nowhere in a black cloak. I did not think I looked that terrifying, but I am not of today's time or fashion.

“Who are you?” Aaron said as he looked at me.

“I am the one that will set things right.” Now, they were puzzled. “And, yes, I already know everything that there is to know about you two. Korrina was meant to be wild. You, Aaron, is only a child. But you can only feel each other. Both of you are paper and fire. Angel and liar. The Devil of one another.” Both of them looked at each other as if they were on cocain. They never met this man before, They never even thought the shoppe was still in existence. They only knew that there was a building, but did not know if it was in effect.

Korrina was about to speak, until she heard this terrible sound. The entire room was a blinding white as she felt herself falling down a hole. It must have been deep, for she felt that it must have been hours. Tired, she decided to fall a sleep. Aaron on the other hand, remembered what he last saw. He saw Zachariah shoot something like thunder out of his thumb, index finger, and little finger at them both. When Aaron was falling, all around was pure darkness. He is extremely used to darkness and night, but this for some reason frightened him. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything.



Laughing, I closed the blinds on the window and put up a “close” sign on the door. I wondered if they will be happy that I just saved there life's. For, you see, before the story began, this hot-shot guy try hitting on little Korrina. More than likely he was drunk. And when Aaron got woven into this story, Mr. Hot Shot was still trying to hit on her. So, Aaron went and started beating the guy senselessly. Hey, he deserved it. But after they got into my shop and I reveled myself to them, I saw that there was the guy again and this time he was not alone. So, determined to teach them something about love and to make sure there is no blood shed, I went and done something, odd. All I will say for what I done is that I went toward the crystal ball that was in the middle of the room. I meditated and I could see inside of it. As of right now, I can not see nothing. Until I heard a terrible sound, just like someone broke a harp. This ought to be exciting.