Witchbloom - Book 1: The Ghosts of Moonlight Valley by Mercy Lino

Author:Mercy Lino
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery, fantasy, young adult, magic, adventure

Ahead of twelve year old warlock, the young witch with black hair walked quickly to the edge of the cemetery, took a candle, and moved into the forest with purpose. His deeply ingrained tendency to help people his own age before telling an adult kicked in, and he followed quietly.

The fog swirled around his feet as he entered the forest. He doesn't know why he is following yet he feels he must. He feels she will need help. He would be right.

Chapter 28

The moon loomed overhead, full, bright, and at its apex.

The Necromancer faced west and moved his wand in a circle.

“Ignis circuli!” he said. As if a gas supply had been suddenly popped open, a circle of flame puffed out around him and the grave marker. It caused a waft of stench from his nearby cauldron, bubbling with with marsh water, sage, bay leaves, and cloves.

The Necromancer held up his hands then said,”Gergorius Grimm conjuro te facera iussa sunt in terra viventium.”

In the Void it would be heard as “Gregory Grimm, I summon you to me the world of the living.”

He waved his wand again, and the single black candle on the grave stone ignited. He focused on Gregory Grimm.

“Et nunc divide per magnum,”said the Necromancer.

That would be translated to “Come now through the great divide.”

The Necromancer focused, and before long, a bolt of red lightning struck the stone. The ground shook, seeming to loosen up a dark blue mist from the grave. It took the shape of a man.

“I am free...of the Void!” the shape exclaimed, then looked around. “Where am I?”

“In your place of rest,” The Necromancer answered. “I've summoned you.”

“Then you are a good necromancer,” Gregory said. The shape was solidifying, revealing hints of facial features and clothing. “But I am a greater warlock than you. Why have you summoned me?”

“I can bring you back, give you some kind of life again. But in return, I need the power to learn the Meordusax.”

“The killing curse?” The ghost laughed. It sounded like gravel sliding down a cement pipe. “You can't know it, not without the correct power, and proper mastery of that power.”

“Then you'll help me,” The Necromancer growled, his respectful attitude beginning to dissipate. Normally, his tone would have made Grimm depart immediately, but something was pulling at him. Perhaps the prospect of being released from The Void was too good to pass up. Then an idea struck him.

“Very well,” Grimm said, keeping his poker face. “But we'll need my daughter. Hers is the power you seek.”

“I agree,” The Necromancer said. “I therefor invoke the Abiding Verbal Agreement.”

The invocation gave Grimm a moment of pause. If he broke it, devastating consequences would befall him, even as far as The Void. He had heard stories of others breaking the contract. It wasn't good. He knew he had to do it. Plus, thoughts of revenge on his traitorous apprentice had begun to seep in. His decision made, Grimm held a hand out to The Necromancer.

“I agree to the Abiding Verbal Agreement,” he said.

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