The Robber

The house was quiet as the Robber sat on his knees pointing his wand at the enchanted lock on the tall black safe trying to break into it with little effect. The large amber lock remained in place there was no physical key to open it. It could only be open by a single spell with a combination of a charm.

The Robber shook his leather gloved fist at the lock in frustration but he was careful to keep silent not uttering a single word because of the wards that were craved into the paneling and every corner of the house. He had tried for several hours to break his way into the safe sense the owners of the house had gone to bed for the night four hours ago finally. This was his only chance.

The client wanted the item and the robber had already spent half the money on love charms on women and rent. He was out of time and he couldn't give the client back half his fee. The stress was getting to him and he was so fixed on his task he almost missed the feeling of someone arriving behind him.

He turned aiming his wand.

(Petrificus Totalus)

He poke the spell in his mind blasting the young girl with the curse freezing her in place. He studied the girl dressed in a blue long jersey closely and then locked his gaze on her linking with her mind he forced his mind into yours quickly invading her memories and snatching the information he needed before turning from her and quickly turning back to the lock and unlocking it. He quickly took out the long staff and disappeared out of the room.

The girl remained in place for an hour crying frozen in place. It was several hours later that an old man with long silver hair came into down into the basement. He found the girl on the floor crying. He noticed the safe but ignored it to take the girl in his arms and hugging her and trying to calm her as the rest of the family finally came.

The girl's father came last and froze as he came to the basement. He looked around frowning the others noticed him and said nothing. The man finally turned and stared at something.

"My name Archer Saint Walker. I live in north Texas. I need help. My daughter has been violated and family treasure stolen. We have no money but we will give you loyalty and friendship forever. I don't know who you are but I sense you are magi. What ever time you see this. Please we need your help. Find the dragon of the West. He is the only one that will be able to track our enemy."

There was a moment of quiet as the man nodded though no had said anything. "Thank you. It is not your fault you could not stop this it is my fault alone. I should have protected my daughter from this. I should have protected my family's treasure the fault is mean and mean alone. All we ask for justice to be done. Nothing more. You must go now. It will not be safe for you to be here. The monster that did this will be watching for you. Hurry back."

The vision of the man faded as James came awake in his bed but then felt dark thoughts attacking him as then another mind was invading into his head. He closed his eyes to see a dark monster stood over in his mind digging into his mind and memories.

James screamed as the feeling of a hundred knives being stabbed into his head and repeatedly filled him with fear and pain. He felt his memories of the past and experiences being yanked out of his head and examined like he was on an operating table or a lab being dissected like an animal by a mad scientist trying to understanding how his mind worked and how best to break him apart in the process.

Hopeless despair filled every part him as he thought he was going to die from the process and then the monster screamed as a tall man of pure light caught hold of the monster by the back of the neck and started stabbing the monster with a sword of blazing light and flames repeatedly.

The monster roared as the being of pure light proceeded to rip into his body without pause and showing not an ounce of mercy or care at the monster's pleading. The being of light ignored it and kept on it's attacks until the monster let go of James' mind and ran as the figure of light sent it away with blasts of light.

The figure of pure light turned to James and changed into a form of Angus Potter glowing in a bright light.

"It's time to get up James. We have to have a talk." Angus said calmly.