The Wizard's Apprentice (The Apprentice) by Ayre Janice

Author:Ayre, Janice [Ayre, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gough Media
Published: 2013-11-13T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Lessons in Magic

"This is the way we will be travelling when we leave here," said Zebulon to Brock.

After an early morning breakfast with Uri and family, before the busy schedule of the day had begun, the two had ridden south of the village, a route which lay between the old mine they had left and the mountain where Brock had been held prisoner. They had not gone far from the village but it could already been seen that the country was quite different from any of the surrounding areas.

Zebulon was using this day to scope out and plan their future trip as well as to spend uninterrupted time with Brock. He knew it was of great importance for real magic lessons to commence. No discussion had been made in relationship to the conversation of the previous day, but the subject was on the mind of both the wizard and the elf.

The look of the country they were entering, was transforming into a mixture of unusual rock formations that invited further exploration and in other parts, unusually lush growth.

Zebulon dismounted. "Today we will begin your training in earnest. Are you ready for it?"

"I really want to learn," said Brock as he slid down from his horse.

Zebulon gathered up some rocks at the side of the track. "Good, then let us begin. As you learn magic, I want you to understand the real power of it, rather than only making a collection of spells for entertainment." Zebulon paused long enough for Brock to recall his original reasons for learning magic. "Collecting spells is fine for the hobbyist but not for the serious student. Spells merely learned may be necessary at first but the magician's power increases considerably when there is understanding along with knowledge." He lightly tossed the small quartz stones into the air. "What do you know about rocks?"

"Some can be colourful. Some are plain. I haven't been much interested in rocks...except for the opal. Is that a rock?"

"It is a gemstone, different from other gemstones. Unlike others, it is non-crystalline because it has encapsulated water. It is a beautiful but delicate stone."

"So why did it make me feel the way I did?"

"So, how did it make you feel?"

"Well...I told you...it made me feel good." Here Brock paused and looked swiftly across at Zebulon. "Until I was under the spell."

"Yes! You haven't told me about that yet." Zebulon frowned.

"I meant to. When I first held the opal it made me feel good. I felt hopeful and full of energy." Brock paused as memories flooded into his mind. Zebulon remained silent, allowing the elf to collect his thoughts.

Brock continued. "But once I had the dream, everything was different."

"When I was an evil wizard?"

Brock gave a half smile. "Yes. It was so real. And then when I woke you were standing beside my bed...you seemed even more a part of the dream. I could hardly tell which was real any more."

"Oh I know. The herbal tea was punished for that! But I could not ignore you.

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