Witches and Warlocks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy.Ivan. He lives alone in a forest; he doesn't bother anyone and no one bothers him. Then everything changes. He begins a new life and learns to live with others of his own kind, a kind he didn't even know existed. As he becomes accustomed, his life is thrown into upheaval once again. Except this time it is more serious, more scary, and more life-threatening...

Submitted: October 16, 2011

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Mind of: Ivan Moor

As I ran through the wilderness, I could hear the heavy breath of my pursuer close behind me. I ran faster. Thanking god I was so agile, I darted through the trees and skipped nimbly over fallen tree trunks and branches. Pine needles scratched at my face and arms but I had no time to register the pain; I had to keep running. I didn't know who was chasing me, or even why. All I knew is that they were and that I mustn’t let them catch me, no matter what I had to do to escape. It was quite strange. It must have been what people called a gut feeling; just something in the back of my mind that told me that there was danger behind me. A lot of danger. I ran for ages and the muscles in my legs started to protest and burn but I ignored them. All of a sudden, I could no longer feel a presence behind me. I carried on for a little while longer as a precaution, even though I was sure no one was following. I stopped running finally when I approached a clearing, gasping from a searing stitch in my ribs. It was then that I realised that I wasn't alone. A small girl was sat hunched over in the middle of the wide open space, her petite frame trembling causing her short, ginger ringlets to quiver down her back. As I approached her, she lifted her head to stare at me with big, blue eyes, brimming with tears. Her expression confused me. While I was staring at her in concern, she was gazing up at me with pity set deep in her eyes. Then realisation hit me. The girl and I were here for a reason. Earlier, when I was being chased, I was not being chased to be caught; I was being herded. The little girl got to her feet. Now that she was no longer hunched over, I noticed her curls were longer than I had originally thought; they were just down to her waist. She was staring into the dense trees across the clearing. I followed her gaze and froze. A man was stood staring at us. We stared back. Slowly, he walked...no, glided, towards us. “Well, here we are.” He drawled, his tone very formal. “My name is Rourke...my last name is unimportant.” Ok, that was weird. I had been questioning his surname in my head. It was like he had read my mind. “Ivan Moor.” I said politely, inclining my head. “I know who you are.” “Then I take it you know who I am?” Said a small but calm and clear voice from behind me. The girl. “I do.” He answered simply. “But Ivan doesn't.” She turned slightly to look at me. She had a thin, heart shaped face and long lashes framed those deep blue eyes beautifully. She couldn't have been older than nine, she was so small. “I'm Serena. Serena McCarthy.” “Nice to meet you Serena.” “Well, let’s get going then.” This was Rourke speaking. What? I thought. Where? “To your new home.” He said. Again, he seemed to be answering my thoughts. Yes, I was sure he could read them now. Where then? I asked in my mind. He smiled. “Wait and see. Come.\" He beckoned us towards the trees. Serena went with him silently; me, I hesitated. I didn't trust him. “Come on Ivan.” Serena looked at me, begging me with her eyes to come with her. How could anyone resist that? I followed them. “What are you? Who are you?” I asked Rourke, not bothering to ask with my mind. “You know who I am. As for what I am? Well, I thought you would have worked that out by now, you already know I can read minds.” I just looked at him. What are you? I asked again, this time with my mind. “Why, I’m a Warlock!” He said. Thunder rumbled overhead.

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Mind of: Serena McCarthy

A Warlock. Of course he was. How could the boy not have known? Rourke took us to another clearing, except this one was bigger. MUCH bigger. There were houses and gardens and people. More Warlocks. “Actually, the women are Witches.” Rourke said. “Oh.” “Come on, I’ll introduce you.” He snapped his fingers and a wave of silence swept over the people. “This,” he pointed to a small and plump old lady “is Aggie.” “Hello dears,” she smiled at us “welcome. This is my husband, Alernon.” She gestured towards a wizened old man. I smiled; Ivan inclined his head. I wondered if that was a habit of his, he seemed to do it a lot. Rourke chuckled. “This is their eldest daughter, Charity.” A friendly looking girl came forward. She was quite small with long blonde hair. Ivan inclined his head. I imitated him and this time everyone laughed. Except Ivan, he didn't look happy. “And this is my husband, Sebastian.” Gosh! I thought. He's so tall! He was at least twice the size of Charity. There were lots more people. We were introduced to Charity and Sebastian's son, Tristan, a boy of around ten. He had dark hair like his father and also, it turned out Aggie and Alernon had a son too. His name was Darius and he and his wife Crystal both had golden hair. Darius and Crystal had two children: Gabriella and Isaac. Gabriella was about eighteen but Isaac was about my age, nine or ten. I have never known exactly how old I am as I was found by my ‘mother’ when I was just a baby. My real parents had supposedly abandoned me but no one knows exactly how old I was when my adoptive mother found me. “Hi, I’m Gabriella.” “Nice to meet you, Gabbie.” This time Ivan spoke instead of inclining his head. Big mistake. “Don't you ever call me Gabbie,” she snarled, grabbing a fistful of Ivan's shirt. “My name is Gabriella and if you must shorten it, it's Ella. Okay?” “S...s...sorry... I... I...” His voice trailed off into nothingness. I shifted uneasily. “So,” interrupted Aggie when Ella had let go of Ivan's shirt “welcome to your new home.” “What if we don't want to stay? What if we want to go home?” Ivan asked. “You have no home.” said Rourke. “I do.” I said. “No you don't,” he said “not anymore. This is your home now, Zahra’s known this day was coming ever since she took you in. You won't go home tonight and she'll know where you are.” “Still, I’m not staying.” Ivan still did not look happy. “Yes you are Ivan. You're homeless, so you might as well stay here. I need to leave now. Alernon and Aggie will take care of you both now.” That was it. He was gone. He was gone and had left us in the care of these strangers. What would happen now? A huge waterproof canopy stretched over the tops of about 40 trees in a large square. Little wooden houses appeared to be built into trees and fires burned around the clearing. But they weren’t ordinary fires. Fires of blue, green, purple, and even bright pink! “Ella did those.” Aggie explained. “We can all make them but she loves it so we just leave it to her.” and then, Ella herself appeared. “Come. I’ll show you something.” Ella took me by the hand over to a purple fire but Ivan held back, eyeing her warily. “Come on, I won’t bite!” He raised his eyebrows. We sat in a circle around the flames and Ella told us to watch the fire closely, and stared at it herself. We weren’t sure what was going to happen so we obliged. The fire crackled and flickered and then, suddenly, an elegant purple horse rose from the flames, followed by a dog, a rabbit, and oddly, a unicorn. “Wow, that’s amazing!” “Beautiful!” I gasped “I can do anything, not just animals, but it takes a lot more effort.” “Can you do a wolf?” “Yes, Ivan, it’s an animal isn’t it?” and a wolf rose from the flames, head raised in a silent howl.

*****

Mind of: Ivan Moor

Two days into our life at what we learned was called Cadden Grove, Serena and I were just settling in and it was all cruelly snatched away. I woke from my bed in Charity and Sebastian’s house to the sound of screams. And fire, LOTS of fire. But not fire like Ella created, fire that burned taller than myself, orange flames reducing the trees and little wooden huts to ashes. Strangely I felt a sudden urge to find and protect Serena and I charged out into the clearing. What I saw then made me stand stock still. A huge inky black creature was hovering about twenty feet above us. Its wing span must have been about thirty foot and it was shooting great fire balls down on Cadden Grove. “Ivan! HELP!” Serena! I looked wildly around the blazing clearing and spotted her and Aggie, in the middle of a small circle of fire. The look on Serena’s face was heart breaking; one of sheer terror. “Serena! Aggie! Are you ok? What is it?” “It’s Balaur, king of the Dragons!” Yelled Aggie. “Now please, help us!” “Oh, yes. Of course.” I muttered to myself. But what could I do? I spotted a spear stuck in the ground to my right and lobbed it at the beast. It struck Balaur’s scales with the impact of a pin prick. This wasn’t going to work. “Think!” I told myself. “Think!” “The elements!” Screamed Serena “Think of the elements!” “Elements?” “Yes, Elements. Fire, water!” Sebastian was talking to me, with his mind? “Sebastian?” “Yes.” “But, but… I can hear your mind?” “No time Ivan, you must save the others.” “Others? Where are you?” “To your left, Ivan.” I looked to my left and there he was, in a circle of fire on his own. As I looked on and tried wildly to understand the whole element thing, the flames rose up and engulfed Sebastian, and he was gone. He said one word to me, “Water.” and then he spoke no more. Water! That was it! Balaur was a Dragon, a creature of fire. He could only be defeated with water! I ran inside the house (miraculously the only house that had not been burnt down) and filled a small sack with water from the water tub. I grabbed another spear and with all my might - for the water made the spear heavy – threw it at the Dragon that was now just hovering, surveying its handy-work from above. The spear struck him with even less mount of force as last time, but it was enough. The sack split open and soaked the creature’s chest. With an almighty, agony-filled roar, the great Balaur rose and soared off out of sight. I put out the rest of the fires and saved Aggie and Serena and we sat surveying the damage. I had not been able to save anyone else. Alernon, Charity, Sebastian, Darius, Crystal and Isaac were all dead. Ella and Tristan had been visiting friends and so had escaped the tragedy. “I’m sorry,” I whispered “Whatever for dear?” “Aggie, you lost your whole family. I was too stupid and slow to defeat Balaur. I didn’t save the others. I’m so sorry.” “Ivan. It’s not your fault. Really, its not. You did remarkably well for a twelve year old who has just discovered his powers. You did so well.” She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “I don’t know what you mean. Powers?” “Do you really think and ordinary twelve year old boy can throw a load of water twenty feet into the air?” “But it didn’t do anything. He just flew off; I thought it would… destroy him or something.” “It would take a very powerful Warlock to defeat Balaur. Rourke’s tried. Really tried. Still is trying, as a matter of fact. But you’ve made an enemy now; he’s a very powerful creature, Balaur. He’ll be after you now. We’re all with you, though. We’re all behind you.” “Aggie? Before he… died, Sebastian talked to me… with his mind. He told me how to defeat Balaur and I talked back. I’ve never done that before.” “You spoke to Rourke,” “I didn’t, I just thought what I wanted to say and he read my mind.” “That’s just it, Ivan. You and Sebastian were reading each others minds.” “But how?” “Anyone can read minds and talk to people, Ivan. All you have to do is listen.” We cleared up the mess and re-built most of the clearing. Everyone was still grieving but we managed to move on. Serena became like a sister to me and Aggie like a mother. Tristan and I became quite close and he and Serena became VERY close (much to my distaste). As for me and Ella… well, we’re still working on that part.


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