Max Morgan The Sacrifice

      Max Morgan was a rather pale boy, and far too scrawny— this, of course, was absolutely not his fault. He would have been fairly pleased to gain a pound or two, particularly to keep his backside from aching while sitting on a hard chair in one of his many boring classes. His light-brown hair was striaght as straw and kept short; his deep, ivy green eyes had a sprinkling of coffee-colored specks in them. Unfortunately, he was a tad clumsy and a bit awkward. At 12 years of age, that’s to be expected. What was not to be expected was that he was, in fact, an orphan who lived in an orphanage, which just happened to be the same building where he was schooled. Lastly, he hadn’t a clue that somewhere far away, two curious beings watched him intently.

    At this very moment, Max was on a quest of sneaking down to the classroom in order to deposit his overdue English assignment into the papers due basket. He had hoped no one would notice him out of his room this late in the evening. Regrettably, that was not the case, as a black erasure full of chalk dust was hurled through the air and met the side of Max's head with a thump.