Magus woke up. His eyes opened, and they flitted around, quickly taking in the surroundings. Not much to look at really. Black room, the black chair he was sitting in, torch shining into his eyes, that kind of thing. He tried to get up and discovered he was tied to the chair. Oh, and did I mention the ominous figures standing around the room? There were a lot of ominous figures standing around the room, each wearing some kind of black cloth wrapped around their heads.
“Tell me,” said the figure in the front, obviously the leader. “Why were you looking for our base?”
“We were looking for the insurgents,” said Magus. “We wanted to join.”
“Hrmmm…” muttered the leader. Then, Magus suddenly felt an odd presence feeling about in his mind. He tried to resist, but he could halt it no more than the Pillsbury Dough Boy could stop a steamroller.
After a few seconds, the presence retreated, and the leader said “He is telling the truth.” He then snapped his fingers, and the bonds trapping Magus sprung off and set him free.
“Who are you?” said Magus as he was getting up. “And why do you all have towels wrapped around your heads?”
“Because we couldn’t find anyone who sold ski masks in bulk… And as to who we are… we are the insurgents… and I…. am Aragon Ælfhame.” As he said this, the man took off his off his towel revealing features that would be totally unremarkable, if you did not notice the soulless cat-like eyes, and the eerie, inhuman face.
When he saw the man and heard his name, Magus gasped, because he had been hearing tales of him for his entire childhood. Some stories said he had sold his soul to the fey, while others said he had joined with the elves to fight the Empire, and no two were even remotely alike.
“Come on,” said Ælfhame. “Your friends are waiting and there’s good that needs doing.”
“How is blowing up a school doing good?” asked Magus.
“It’s for the greater good.” responded Aragon.
“Ah,” said Magus. “This is obviously some form of the word good of which I was previously unaware.”
“What did you just say?” said Ælfhame with a tone of menace that made it obvious that he had heard exactly what Magus had said.
“I said ‘yes sir,’” replied Magus.