Mr. Silver Arrow
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Mr. Silver walked into the residence of his deceased daughter. How foolish of her to marry a muggle and now look what happened she was killed buy a muggle contraption. Mr. Silver shook his head and cast a look of pure disgust at the design of the house. Raising his staff up slightly and bringing in down again with a loud crack on the floor the interior house seemed to begin to warp. The wall paper darken. The curtain grew and blocked out the light. The furniture seemed to age and blacken and portrait of long departed family popped up on the walls.
Mr. Silver smiled this was home. But his happiness seemed to fade, as a lone picture stood before him . The picture was of a young boy in his early teens. The boy was smiling as he hugged his mother and his father hand rest on the boys shoulder. The boy was a reminder to Mr. Silver of his loss. The boy was a lone obsticle in his way to the Scry Family legacy. But not for long.
The boys name was Makato scry and he was Mr. Silver's only grandson.
Mr. Silver smiled this was home. But his happiness seemed to fade, as a lone picture stood before him . The picture was of a young boy in his early teens. The boy was smiling as he hugged his mother and his father hand rest on the boys shoulder. The boy was a reminder to Mr. Silver of his loss. The boy was a lone obsticle in his way to the Scry Family legacy. But not for long.
The boys name was Makato scry and he was Mr. Silver's only grandson.