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He was pressed back against the wall though at his will. He closed his eyes as he tried to regain himself.

That was as close as close can be

He wondered how he had gotten the spell and how he had managed to say it just in time.

How could I have thought or cooked up 'inconspicui fiunt'. It had to come from somewhere.

"Or could it be that I'm gifted with the element of spells also?"

He walked towards the table now and dropped the jute bag on the table and slumped into the chair. He was feeling exhausted already.

"And what was that, citrellas instead of citrella? That was one heck of a silly mistake!"

He poured out the content of the bag on the table. He counted the items and they were all there save for the fire flies. He looked around but couldn't quite see any. He walked to the door where the light switch was located and flicked it off. Just then two fire flies came to view.

"Haha...there you are!"

He snapped his fingers and beckoned on it.

"Engriptus la fire fly"

The fire flies swayed into his direction but just as they were about to enter his hand, they again changed direction.

"What! How dare you?"

He leaped for them and managed to get one of them though the light was almost extinguished.

"Great"

He got a crucible and poured the garlic, siam weed and the eye of salmon into it. Then, he cut open the lime and allowed the juice into it. Then he added some water. With a spatula, he stirred the solution and began the enchantment.

"Enflammare lis pentand vividus gonnadid.
Treppiona leviticus donarius lustrous flavidus.
Encircle toucus las tonad."

The solution which was greenish suddenly turned red and gave up some fumes.


He got a white chalk and drew a big circle with a pentagon engraved on the floor and placed the crucible in the middle where he sat. He crossed his leg in the Buddha position and closed his eyes. He had repeated the whole enchantment to himself over and over again and so had committed it to his memory. This spell was the manipulation of fire and how to bend it to a great extent.

He began to do the enchantment while narrowing his concentration as much as he could. The more he chanted, the more he felt drawn in and soon, he was completely oblivious of his surrounding.

Soon, a fire came up and followed the lining of the circle and began to grow tall slowly. It lit up around the pentagon and kept blazing. Soon also, his palms lit up like tongues and he continued still.

In his unconscious state, he was seeing himself with the fire and he began to will it to do what he wanted. He re-shapened them into balls, into the shape of a star, of a palm, of a dog, wolf, lion and just kept on manipulating the fire. He was so drawn in that he was unaware of the growing flame in the room. The fire had left just the circle and was spreading to other areas. Soon, the legs of the table was on fire and had began burning the wood and it was threatening to spread even further.

Suddenly, the fire went off and so it did in his vision. He was surprised and looking around he saw no one, nothing, no reason for the fire to go off. He was drawn off his trance and regaining consciousness, he opened his eyes and there in front of his was a book, another familiar book, the guardian.

"What was that for?"
Scribbling.

"I was trying to prevent you from causing a great deal of destruction around here!"

"Did I ask for your help. You show up all of a sudden and feel you can just walk your way back in?"

"It wasn't my making. It was in your interest that I went away."

"My interest you say? That I almost died, that I was left to die in the albanian forest, that I almost got eaten by an azian spider. My interest you say?"

" You were left in safe hands. I knew no harm could come to you...that's why I?"

"Get lost. I no longer need you."

There was a pause and the guardian book still laid there. George got angry and closing his eyes, he got a fire started.

"Enflammare le guardian"

The fire got up suddenly but the book wasn't to be found, the fire got shattered and then, for once, it seemed he lost control. Fragments of fire were everywhere. George opened his eyes to see the chaos he had caused. He tried all his best but to put out the fire but to no avail, the fire kept splitting into more fragments and burning in its path.

"Aquarantis englargesses"

The fire went out but the spell hadn't come from him. He turned his back to see a ghostly form of a man.

"This is the reason I've been away for a while!" He said.

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He was once again active; scribbling down vital spells on scraps of paper and turning to previous page to recall forgotten spells or warnings. His mind was fully concentrated on working out majority of the spells. It wasn't so easy working fast and quietly so. Mr. Logan had warned him against working spells at night and the last thing he wanted now was to give him another cause to worry.

One of the spells he saw caught his attention and he was sure the ingredients required were available inside and around the house; garlic, siam weed, juice of lime, the eye of a salmon and the some fire flies. He had always seen fire flies inside his room at night because he always forgets to lock his window on time ans so he was sure he could get some. See, it pays to be negligent at times.


He ran out of the room, got to the kitchen and retrieved the garlic.

He remembered once that he had seen a jar with the inscription, 'SALMON EYES'.

The question was, where?

He quickly scanned the counters inside the store room but couldn't quite see any jar with that inscription. He ran to the show glass in the dining but still couldn't find it. Then, he remembered the cabinet. Inside the store, an hidden one.

Mr. Logan had designed it to keep the most precious of his stuffs. He wondered though why salmon's eyes could be precious because they were virtually easy to get. Anyways, he wasn't going to spend time now unraveling that mystery. It was a puzzle for another day.

He brushed away all the jars and stuffs blocking the door to the cabinet until he had a perfect view.


"Aperi portam!"

He whispered this as quietly as he could but got no response.

Nothing.

"Aperi portam!"

He was louder this time but still he got the silence. He was getting impatient now.

How exactly had Mr. Logan opened it the last time.

"Alahomora!"

Still nothing.

He was going to get this now at all cost. He had hardly done much today and wanted to make sure he achieved his aim.

"Torche vis a kcol"


There was a loud bang as the lock burst. He heard it click open immediately and also heard a loud cry.

"George, is that you?"

He heard steps coming down the stairs.

"Damn!"

"Mofilato!"

He spelled his movement to be noiseless as he ran out of the kitchen with as much speed as he could summon. He was lucky though because no sooner had he left the kitchen than Mr. Logan appeared. And luckily again, he had retrieved the jar of the salmon eyes. He dropped it in the jute bag he carried and bent low catching his breath.

Mr. Logan looked around for a while and when he was sure no one was lurking round his house, he went bad to his room.



He proceeded to the back yard and got some of the siam weeds. They were required untampered and so he spelled them into his bag. Next, he tried plucking some lime. This proved a little difficult as he was always getting pricked by the thorns. Once, he almost got pricked in the eye. He stopped to catch his breath. His breathing steadied gradually. The big clock in the sitting room struck three times.

"Damn!"

That's three hours already spent. In another three, it would be daylight. He had to get over this as quickly as he could.

How about using some spells. I know I've seen something for this before.

He concentrated on one lime fruit which he thought would have a lot of juice in it and spelled

"Engriptus la citrelas"

He knew something was amiss immediately the words left his mouth and indeed he was. All the fruits suddenly left the tree and started heading for him. One missed him though and went banging on the door.

The speed with which Mr. Logan ran down the stairs was shockingly incredible. He did a spell to brush aside the fruits that now littered everywhere. Next and critical though,he had to think up an invisibility spells as fast as he could.

"Disapparitus!"

Nothing.

"Vanish"

Visible still.

Mr. Logan was now close to the door. He tried exerting all his mental energy in all directions but the truth though was that he had never seen or read any invisibility spell.

Mr. Logan was out already. He looked out into the darkness and saw nothing. Then he made to turn his back but he suddenly saw the statue, the exact place George was hiding. The statue was gigantic and round and George was squatting behind it, his breath now in his mouth. It seemed Mr. Logan had seen him for he came slowly towards it. He slowed to a tip toe and got to the statue. He stretched his hand behind it very quickly in a fluid motion and made to grab the clothes of the assailant but his hand met with thin air.

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Night came as he'd want it. At the exact struck of midnight, he was up. He walked lazily towards his study table and soon got really focused. He quickly brushed through the remainder of the basic spells.

He finished the session on levitation and plunging of objects, dead or alive. He again did the experiment on plunging live objects which was more difficult since living things had a will which sometimes could go contrary to the will of the manipulator and so a great deal of self will and focus was necessary.

This time around, he used a cockroach that he had caught lurking inside the shelf. He captured it and placed it on the table.

Though it took him quite some time, he soon became increasingly better at focusing. Momentarily, he allowed the cockroach time to regain some momentum as he didn't want a repetition of what occurred the last time. And by the way, cockroaches seemed to have a better stamina and resistant to damage than the frog he had used. After plunging the cockroach several times at the waste bin he had placed closer to the door, he let go of it and proceeded to the next session on the book; fire manipulation.

"The manipulation of fire had often been the regular past time of the earliest magicians but over the years, but over the years, it has become a most important element of protection and warfare.

Fire, like most liquids can be bent, re-shapened and can take various forms. Its as elastic as you'd have it be. Its one of the most useful of the four earth elements. Learning its manipulation has the potential to be the most pertinent achievement ever made and surprisingly, its not so difficult if you'd give it time and effort. Now, we begin with this session..."

This was getting increasingly interesting by the minute. He soon got used to the spells as he kept reciting them to himself.

"Enflammare dus ascendante"

Fire shut up into the air with the speed of vision. He was excited and soon, he had several tongues of fire floating in the air and he kept juggling them around. He was so thrilled that he didn't know when one of the flames dropped on the book. He kept on dangling with the flames until when he turned back and saw that a good portion of the book was up in flames.

"Oh Jeez. What have I done?"

He rushed for it immediately.

"Resendant enflammare!"

The fire receded immediately and so did the shades on the burnt part of the page. This meant that the book was indestructible. He sighed deeply pressing the book close to his chest.

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There was some sort of argument going on. He couldn't quite make out the voices. He tried opening his eyes but they met with rays of the morning sun. He shut his eyes immediately.

"He seems awake already!"

That was Mr. Logan's voice. They were traces of worry in it as he applied some cold compress on his head.

"You're restructuring my head sir!"

"Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry", he said removing the piece of cloth and taking the pail away.

"I fainted again, right?"

"Sure. You did."

Mr. Logan had an air of pity in his voice.

Maybe this was too much for the young lad to bear. He thought about slowing down a bit on his development.

"I think I drove myself too much into knowing those spells that I didn't realize what physical damage it was doing to my body."

"Yeah, though I think it was the fact that you didn't head to the instruction to respect life."

"I didn't do it on purpose. That's why I even tried to revive it which it eventually did."

He paused.

"Why did it have an effect on my body"

"You didn't just revive that frog today. You gave life to a dead frog. That takes a lot of essence. You have to be very careful next time around."

"I sure will."

He leaned back on the bed and shut his eyes. He wished he could immediately go back to his study. His mind was burning with a lot of ideas to try out but he didn't want Mr. Logan to start getting worried again. He was going to continue at night.

He had lot of admiration for Mr. Logan. He had been able to keep his mind in one piece despite having such great deal of spells and ideas at his disposal and yet not get intoxicated by the imagination of what he could do with such command of magic. Some men were truly born with a great deal of self control. This was one habit he would have to emulate and imbibe.

His mind wandered back to the event before he fainted.

Why hadn't he been able to make that frog to move the way he wanted?

He concluded that he had real work to do to improve on his focus. Yes, that's what he was going to focus on this night. With this he shut his eyes. In five hours time, it would be midnight and Mr. Logan would be fast asleep; a perfect time for practice. He was getting excited.

He remembered then that he had heard Mr. Logan talking with someone before he opened his eyes. He wondered if it was a figment of his imagination.

"Mr. Logan. Is it me or did I hear you speaking to someone some minutes ago."

"Oh..you were conscious. You weren't hearing anything strange neither was it a dream. That was your guardian."

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I'm sorry I couldn't update again yesterday. I just woke up nw. I attended a vigil y'day and I'm still feeling sleepy even now. I guess I'd update when I can. Stay tuned.

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Having read through the first chapter, he felt he was ready enough. He had a star inscribed on his palm which he had awakened by reading out the spell he found. This was some sort of ritual to revive to some extent the inherent magic in him. The star now laid there was glowing though faintly. The book had promised that it will get brighter once he got better. He had learnt now how to seal it with some special spells.

Also, he had come to discover that it was true what Harold-the-wise told him about his aura. He had seen it; a blend of white and purple. It was the most beautiful sight his young eyes had ever seen. He also learnt how to clone it so people don't get to know he was birthed of magic and of royal lineage.

His greatness challenge remained in his inability to focus on one thing for too long. This was a major prerequisite for performing the major spells.

"Ascendar tus ganilal"

He tried to lunge a frog towards the door but it only managed to go about two meters and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

He looked at the frog now too weak to move due to its continual plunging against the floor. George was too taken in, too involved in trying to get this step done with that he had forgot that one rule to being good at magic was respect for life.

"Ascendar tus ganilal!"

He shouted it this time around, the flog levitated this time around and blood gushed out of its mouth and it came down seeming lifeless.

"Oh shit!"

He reached for it as quickly as he could before it hit the floor. He pressed his palm against its stomach with the right hand that held the star.

"Reparo las amphis"

A bright light left his palm and entered the frog. It immediately jerked to life and he allowed it leap from his hand and out through the door. He grinned widely as he watched it disappear out of his sight. That was one life almost lost there.

He turned to go back to his study when a sharp pain exploded on his stomach. He immediately threw up a sizable amount of blood and the pain hit him again with a deeper intensity. He bent over holding his stomach. He got down on the floor in a kneeling position while still clutching his stomach. His breathing slowed and he started jerking as he hit the floor. He continued to puff out blood till he passed out.

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Night came faster than he expected. He had spent practically the whole day getting a history lesson about the elements and bla bla. He wasn't so much interested in history as to begin with the real stuff.

"Well, this would suffice for now", he said unwrapping the brown wrapper that had been used to seal the book. It revealed an old but beautiful looking red leather book. It was twice the volume of the guardian and it held practically every spell that were useful for a beginner, well, that's according to Mr. Logan. Still, he was relinquishing the idea of reading it and he couldn't wait to start reading it. Mr. Logan had given him two weeks to become familiar with the necessary spells before the real lessons began.

"Book of spells for beginners
By
Matthew Sandol"

"Jeeez! Written by another Sandol. Who the heavens are these people?"

He turned the book to the back cover to see if anything had been written about the author but there was nothing saved some carelessly written words. He read them aloud.

"Asasiste vividus englossas"

The letters suddenly came alive and stood from the book. Suddenly, to his widest amazement, a group of letters started appearing and forming on the book.

Three lines of writing, much like contents appeared and they read

-About the author

-puzzle to the next book

-Sandol's personal spells.


What was he to do with them? He didn't know if he was supposed to read his choice out or to touch it. He decided to choose the later and touched it.

Nothing.

He decided to speak them aloud when he heard the sound of something, most probably the letters receding and re-arranging themselves with great speed.

"Mr. Matthew Arthur Sandol was born in the year of 1665. He is accredited to having discovered the ancient scroll of sacred spells and transcribing them to a language understandable to present generations. His scholarly works and research has carried him far and wide and his inventions have proved useful to many too numerous to mention. He's currently working on his next publication which would be revealed to the general magical community early next year. Mr Sandol is endowed with two children, David and Donald Sandol."

"Genius! I'm really lucky to have met Mr. Logan, such great ancestral lineage!"

He turned the book to the front and opened the first page.

"Puuuggggh!"

He coughed out loudly. The dust in the book had risen and had even gotten into his eyes.

"Damn it. What's with all these dust?"

He coughed again and rubbed the dust off his eyes. He was finding it difficult to see.

The dust settled back on the book and gathered to form a sentence.

"Welcome Mr. George! That was a necessary operation that had to be done to ensure its the right person reading this book. I do sincerely apologize for the unease it must have caused you.
Yours truly,
Matthew Sandol."

With excitement threatening to wrench his sanity off him, he proceeded to the next page. It was an acknowledgment to directed at his wife, sons and dog. Their picture was a mere drawing but nonetheless, he was able to see their features clearly. They looked like such a noble family.

Next page.

Contents
-Getting started

-Basic Spells

-Protective

-Apprehensive

-Jinxes

-Curses

-Violent Curses

-Reversals

-Warfare

-Glossary

Each chapter had not less than sixty pages. He knew he was in for a lot of learning but this was all he had ever wanted and so he zoomed off to the first chapter.

"Not everyone is gifted with the ability to do magic. Its an exclusive reserve of a few. Traces are found in some people while in some, they are full blown. Your father wasn't all magic. The only one I remember him having was the element of spells which is the most common one to find"

"Yes, Element. I was going to ask you...what's an element?"

"Elements are branches of magic that are distinct and unique in their own ways. Each element has its path and individuals it takes on. For one to possess an element, there must be some arbitrary traits that are found in him that relates to the element. I can most certainly say you have the element of spells. Its the commonest and its passed down from generation to generation. Its inherent in you and you'll soon find them popping out with the right tuning and training."

"Wow..."
He was glad to know that he had an ability and wasn't just like any ordinary boy. He had always wished he could know spells the moment he met his guardian. Talking about the guardian, he hadn't seen for long now. He wondered where he would be. He wanted to ask but thought against bothering Mr. Logan with the subject.

"What other elements are there?"

"Well...there's the element of form, element of language and that of foresight. The element of form gives the possessor a special ability to change into any thing he desires, be it a bird, a beast, fish, just anything. Its a very special one possessed by very few persons. As a matter of fact, there'd be only seven people in the last century that possessed this element. Although, it instills in its possessor a unique talent, it has been known to be highly intoxicating and has a tendency towards evil. Of the seven people documented to have possessed it, six were gruesomely evil men whose heart were blackened with cruelty and grave wickedness. They caused havoc during their days and many wished that there will never be a man who possessed such power ever again. The only known person who wasn't negatively influenced was Persius, the tenth. He used his power to curtail the menace that was in the form of the alliance of FiveNations. He was from Pethandra. Another thing about this element is that it is highly demanding. It drains one's essence and after every shifting, it could take days to recover from it."

"As for language, its the ability to decipher the tongues of a thousand people, beasts and trees. Its appears once in a while in a child and is usually the indicator that the person has a great destiny ahead. One that would require travel across worlds and realms."

George kept quiet. He didn't know if it would be a good idea to tell Mr. Logan that he had been able to talk to some trees and hear them speak. He was getting confused. He remembered his dreams, he hadn't been able to clearly discern what they were saying in that courtroom. He didn't want to give a false green light.

"George, you seem quiet. Is anything troubling you?"

"No...I was just trying to...emm...visualize all these stuffs about element," he said rubbing his hands on the faded blue jean that he had on. His hair was a little untidy. He hadn't taken enough time to had them combed backward because he had been in a hurry to begin his training. He ran his hand through it. The musty smell coming from the clothes had clung to his nostrils all morning.

"The last, at least, the last that I know of, is the gift of foresight. Its the element with the ability to see things before they occur. This element has often proved helpful in times of war. We lacked one as at the time of the invasion and you can see what it caused us..."

He paused and stared far into the distance where some birds were having a bath from the stream. He seemed to be deep in thoughts. He came back to his senses with a jerk when George placed a hand on his now shaky shoulders.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you!"

"Oh...its nothing. I really didn't mean to just drift into my thoughts. I seem to be doing that too often these days. Its been a long time since I last had company."

"I'm here now sir. You'd not be so lonely anymore."

He leaned too on the bamboo upright and looked far into the horizon.

"About your daughter. Where's she?"

He turned slowly to face him and George could see a glimmer of what appeared to be anger. He felt Mr. Logan was battling with it to prevent it from surfacing.

"She....she's on a kind of pilgrimage. Please, I'd like for you not to bring up the subject again. I think its time we took a little break. Go get something to eat."

George wanted to say he wasn't hungry but knew Mr. Logan had said that to mean he wanted to be alone for a while. He walked slowly back tot the house. He actually was a bit hungry.

"Nooooooo!"

He sprang up from the bed and made to go out but he was caught by a wrinkled but firm hands. He looked up to see Mr. Logan.

"I see you are troubled by your dreams young lad"

"Theyyy...were gonna kill me. I'mmm...."

He couldn't complete the sentence as a head-splitting headache ran through his brain and he had to hold his head in both hands to prevent them from splitting.
"Oh my, I see this is worse than I envisaged. Lemme get you something to drink that will cure that headache. But first, let's get you back to bed...and try not to go back to sleep."

He nodded weakly in apprehension. He found out that he was in the room he had woken up the first day in this place. His body was bare save for the linen that wrapped his body. He was terribly weak and wondered why.

Why had the dream taken a toil on his body? Why did it look so very real?

Just then Mr. Logan walked in with a mug from which rose a steam. He came close to the bed and brought the mug to his mouth. He gulped a little and spat it out.

"Way...this stuff's too hot...I can't drink it!"

"You must. It has to be drunk hot for best effect. Just try a little more."

He did this. And with pressure from Mr. Logan kept on taking more until he had taken a sizable quantity. Then Mr. Logan went to a table and laid the remainder. George let his head drop.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days!"

"What?! Three days...jeez. How did that happen?"

Mr. Logan paused for a while. When he spoke, it was in a low tone.

"George, you should have refrained from touching let alone opening that drawer when you saw the engraving. That was supposed to scare any perpetrator away but you seem to defy natural processes. You so much like your father."

He stopped to rub his hair. He strode back towards the bed and drew a chair closer to the edge where he sat down.

"That was a bloody selfitator. I bet it looked like your own head was severed and kept there."

George nodded slowly. He felt sorry already. He hadn't meant to cause Mr. Logan who had been so kind any worry. He sat up and looked into his eyes.

"Look, I'm very sorry. I'd be more careful next time."

"No qualms. I trust you will. The bloody selfitator originated from the valley of Mecapolis where a gang of four wizards, magicians in their youth once lived. It was meant to kill anyone who dared look into its eyes"

George looked sincerely puzzled.

"So why I'm I alive then?"

"Even I am finding it difficult to understand. For one, it means you are gifted."

"Gifted..as in possess power?"

Mr. Logan nodded his yes.

"Take a good rest now and avoid anything that would get you unconscious again. You have to begin your training tomorrow. We're running out of time."

Mr. Logan walked away taking the mug with him. Form behind, he looked like a pack of bones and there was a deep scar from his neck downwards.

"Emm...Mr. Logan, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure!"

"Who was the original occupant of this room?"

"My daughter", he said walking away and shutting the door behind him.

Chapter Nine

He mustered all the effort he could to pull himself but still it was no match for the heavily built Tennaki.

"Please, don't make me go back, please!"

But the cruel Tennaki gave a deaf ear to his plea. He found more torturing hearing Gofrin laugh at him like he was some very amusing joker. He felt like his life was about to be taken from him. He was flung on to the floor on getting to his dungeon of a room. Nothing had changed, if only, the room had gotten more messier. There were litters of dead roaches and a stench that clung to his nose coming from a dead mice whose head had been severed by an army of ant now queuing up to have their share of the spoil. He held his hands to his nose as he shifted close to the wall.

"Oh God..."

Then he heard the sound of something churning, getting louder by the second and it wasn't coming from the direction of the wall...it sounded like it was coming from underneath.
Suddenly, he saw with his eyes, the floor parting neatly and giving way for what looked like a motorized glider. His mouth was still agape when it glided towards him and found himself swept onto it.
It accelerated upwards and he screamed loudly when it came to the ceiling for he thought he was going to be slammed against the ceiling but like the floor it gave way. They kept going upward until they reached the fourth floor. The glider-like machine stopped in the middle of what looked like a court room. There were seats everywhere with stern-looking people none below fifty and one man in particular who he recalled was Manterror's chief adviser. They all turned to look at him and he swore he felt their looks boring into his heart and reaching for some clues. Clues he himself was finding a hard time identifying as to why he was here.

He was cut short as a stout man began reading out a list in a language he couldn't discern but from the continuous sighs and grunts, he could tell they were accusations levied against him. At a point, a grey haired lady got up, arm raised ready to strike him but she was held back by the man closest to her.

"Relax Percy, he shall be served his reward very soon."

This seemed to stay her anger a little and they waited till the reading was over.

Then came a moment of silence when it seemed to him like his verdict was being given by none other than the Lord Manterror himself. Although he couldn't make out his speech, he knew it wasn't good for everyone suddenly turned to him as two guards walked towards where he stood and held him bound. They took him out of the courtroom to a fireplace where a huge drum of oil was cooking. They heaved him by the angle and slowly dropped him into the steaming oil.

"Nooooooo!"

His scream could not save him and a sharp pain spread over his head as his head met with the surface of the oil.

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Understanding washed all over him. He had listened all through as Mr. Logan had given him a lengthy and detailed rendition of his history. He discovered he was really royalty, the only son and rightful heir to the throne of Pethandra. He had also discovered that Manterror had a hand in the terror that had rocked the once mighty Pethandra kingdom, crippling all her activities and rendering the kingdom waste. It was a story of betrayal and greed at the highest possible level. He was the last link to the kingdom and it was his destiny to restore the glory and redeem the image of his father.

"Thank you so much, sir for telling me these. I'm most grateful!"

"Mr. Logan, I'd appreciate if you'd call me Mr. Logan and not sir. And don't thank me. It's your right to know your past so you could better plan for what lies ahead. I shall help you prepare in the best possible way."

"Thanks!"

"From tomorrow, I'd like for you to begin your basic training. You need to learn the art, and really fast. That shouldn't be a problem though. You've come from a long line of knowledgeable and quick thinking folks and lords; comprehension shouldn't be your problem."

"Okay sir...I mean Mr. Logan"

Mr. Logan smiled and patted George on his shoulder as he led him outside to show him around.
The place was old to be sincere but the inventions that Mr. Logan had come up with were simply mind blowing. There was a shower system and a bath tub made from wood. Also, there was a fan powered from burning coal, and so much more. The best of it was his training facility. It was simply magnificent. It was structured to be used by even the lamest of individual. He immediately fell in love with the place and begged to begin his training immediately but he was turned down by Mr. Logan who told him he still needed time to rest.

He spent the day going through the room that had been allocated to him. It wasn't in the very best of state but what did he care. A little re-structuring here and there would see the room looking good and even in its worst state, it was better than the room he had been living in the castle by a thousand times.

He found a book in which were drawings of the warlords of a certain sect called the DEADS. They looked fierce and had accumulated a great deal of accolades. One in particular, had been gifted with a certain ability that the book called elements.

"Secturis had been gifted with the element of form with which he conquered several enemy towns. Once, it was said that he changed into a mighty dragon with a sliver tail and flew high into the sky and burnt to ashes, the fort of an enemy stronghold. He was revered for his uncanny feat in battle and was nicked 'the shifter'."

Element? Shifter? What did this all mean? He made up his mind that he was going to find out from Mr. Logan later on.

He continued ransacking the room and made a number of discoveries; an historia, a metallic sculpture of the head of a man, the size of a fist, that kept on spewing facts with dates that they occurred.

"Durian Figan, knight of Jasperin, died 66AD, Benjamin Rooster III, highest ranking linguistic of the 10th century. He was believed to have retained the original language of creation...."

It had a tag in form of a gold chain around its head with the inscription; Albert Einstein. He had read about him before in one of Gofrin's story books. It was believed that Einstein had been gifted with a fifth brain; inquisito and had the singular ability to retain facts and had the memory of a thousand men put together. He was going to keep this one for future use.

Slowly, he searched everywhere and came to one last drawer that seemed like it hadn't been used in years. His instinct told him not to check as it had been marked 'X' in red ink but curiosity they say knows no restriction. He pulled back the handle but it wouldn't bulge.

"Aperi portam!"

The lock unfastened and it unlocked. He paused for a while. He almost thoughts about leaving it when he heard something start to shake vigorously inside. He slowly drew the drawer out and saw blood that was still fresh and a head that had been severed from a body. The eyes were still.

Suddenly, it jerked to life and spoke.

"Hello George!"

There was to be no reply as George fell to the floor in what could be described as fainting.

”Why does that name ring a bell?”
He tapped his skull trying to make a connection. The old man sat back on his chair drinking in the pleasure of watching the lad in his thought process. This was something that he had always admired in the boy’s father; he had this ability to think and really quick. He was just about to find out if that trait was also passed down to his son.

T’was not in the castle, no, certainly not any of his fellow servants, and not their children either

Pause

It wasn’t any of the guardians either….or perhaps, one of the guests who had visited the castle recently…

His mind, suddenly, was drawn to a very bright light. He found it difficult to see at first but slowly, it became clear, the light was coming from an electric bulb and things were spinning fast, like really fast, the speed of thought only stopping in split seconds to reveal some key things. Like now, he could see bright lights, beautiful room, decorations on the wall, a shelf packed with books, a particular book drawing his attention in.

“My goodness…it was you…”

Mr. Logan looked up, a little confused but excitedly so.

“Tell me son”

He was still bemused and so his speech still wasn’t well coordinated. He managed though to pass his message amidst much stuttering.

“…you wrote that book about the Azian spider. Didn’t you?”

“Indeed I did!”

He paused to once again gulp in the man’s features. He was such an highly skilled man; knowing so much about the ancient art of marking and also possessing a whole lot of knowledge about a creature as archaic as the Azian spider. And the best part of it was that he wasn’t quick to go on about his life’s achievements. He was so going to make this man his mentor and life coach.

“So, please, tell me something about myself. You seem to know much about me”

“As much as I’d love to tell, I don’t think you are ready just yet”

For once George almost lost his cool. He felt he had had enough of people trying to hoard information from him all in the name of doing him good.

“I’m tired of all this. You’re not ready this, time isn’t right that. Whenever I’m I going to know about myself? You think it’s funny not knowing anything about oneself? Not so much as even knowing one’s parent. Its mentally disturbing…its cruel to say the least, of you, of everyone who knew them, to keep hiding the details from me. Of what good is a piece of information, of what use is knowledge if it cannot be shared? You know what…I think I’m just gonna go. Thanks so much for saving me and for letting me have some of your food. You’ve been far too kind!”

At this point, he got up and made to get out of the sitting room. His strides were heavy and fast. As he reached the door, he heard the cracked voice of the man.

“Wait, sit back and I shall tell you all that I think is necessary for now”

George came back and sat down. Mr. Logan heaved a sigh.

“Your father was the king of Pethandra…”, he began

Mr OP sir, its a very nice story you've got. Although I think you should have used another name instead of Seun...I can imagine how many mentions Oga Seun must have gotten only from this your story.