NOVEL WEB Chapter 21 Uninvited Guests
They all went into the living room, and Delsani took out a folder that he had under his arm. Helen recognized it immediately, for it was the same folder that she had seen Delsani with the night that he had started John’s training.
Peter seemed to be like his father, quick in picking up on his powers. On the first day he had learned a good few things.
Delsani requested that Saren and Henkot assist him in the training, as it could help speed things up so the Council would not get suspicious and figure out what they were trying to do.
Peter trained a few hours every day for two weeks. He enjoyed it, and to everyone’s surprise, he had already mastered half of the contents of the folder. “It won’t be long before we’re finished here,” said Delsani.
“I can’t wait,” said Helen.
She saw Delsani looking at her. “It’s just that right now he’s out of control. “He does obey me when I shout, but I don’t like shouting at him. It’s the only way to stop him from doing something stupid, like setting lions lose or something.”
“Yes, that would be bad,” laughed Delsani.
Smoke began to twirl up from the floor. Something was Phazing into the room. It was a very small Phaze, and when the smoke cleared. They saw it was a small note. Delsani picked it up and unfolded it.
The Council has decided that the new Breed of Wizard-Elf shall be named Draga-Wizard-Elf.
Wadora,
Deputy Supreme Witch
of the Joint Magical Council of Witches and Wizards
Galfad,
Deputy Grand Wizard
of the Joint Magical Council of Wizards and Witches
“It seems the Council is still arguing but have ground their ideas down to two choices for the name for the new joint council, though they have the name for the new breed of
Wizard-Elf,” said Delsani.
“So what is it?” asked Henkot hastily before the others could say anything.
Delsani was about to throw the note in the bin and burn it when more words began to form on the page.
Jaucal,
Grand Wizard,
Odaelhes,
Supreme Witch
of the Joint Magical Council of Wiz-Wit
Delsani laughed as he remembered the Grand Wizard telling him how all of the arguing was driving him mad.
“The Joint magical Council of Wiz-Wit and Draga-Wizard-Elf,” replied Delsani.
“Wiz-Wit? Now I know they’ve completely lost their minds,” said Henkot as he stuffed a biscuit into his mouth.
“I will be sure to tell the Grand Wizard and Supreme Witch the next time I see them,” said Delsani sarcastically.
Saren laughed at the look on Henkot’s face. He almost choked on his biscuit when he heard those words.
Peter and Dorana laughed to, as he was looking straight at them at the time.
“Well, I think it’s nice,” said Helen. “Short and sweet.”
“I agree,” said Saren, looking at Henkot, who stuck out his tongue.
Peter laughed again. Henkot’s tongue grew larger and larger, which made everyone laugh except for Dorana, who ran behind her mother.
“You know, I don’t think that Peter having his powers is so bad after all,” laughed Saren.
“Wery frunny,” said Henkot.
“Peter, please change it back,” said Helen gently.
“There’s no rush,” said Saren mockingly.
The boy did as his mother asked.
Four more weeks passed, and Peter was finally finished everything in the folder. He had also learned some spells; nothing dangerous, just small spells to help him when he was ready to learn more.
“The last night is over and done with,” said Helen happily.
Peter was standing with Delsani, who was looking for the right spells to suppress the boy’s Draga-Wizard-Elf powers, when once again smoke began to rise from the floor. Only this time there were at least six tall pillars of smoke. And when it cleared, there were Jaucal, Galfead, and Berlanin, who Helen knew as one of John’s old crowd of friends from college. And those three were wearing their red robes, which were trimmed with the brightest gold. The other three Helen had never seen before and was quite curious as to who they were.
But just then, Jaucal stepped forward. “I’m sorry to just barge in on you like this, especially at this time, but I wanted to be here for this. As you can see, I was not the only one,” said Jaucal.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind people I know dropping in with a few friends,” said Helen politely as she looked at the three people standing beside Galfead, and Berlanin.
“Ah, I seem to have forgotten my manners,” said the Grand Wizard, “Queen Helen, I would like to introduce you to Oruealth the Supreme Witch.”
Helen stared at the woman. She was wearing a bright blue dress with a purple cloak. She looked in her early forties. Most of her hair was black, though grey hairs could clearly be seen, and there did not seem to be any sign that she had tried to cover it up. The grey made her look distinguished, and Helen thought the Witch was pretty for her age, or what she thought was her age.
“And these two Witches are Aouren and Kerkeze, who are also members of the Council of Wiz-Wit and have also come to see young Drago, if you don’t mind,” said Jaucal.
“No, of course not, I don’t mind. It’s just that Peter can be strange around people he doesn’t know. But you’re all welcome to stay and see him if you want,” said Helen, “So Oruealth isn’t it.”
The Wicca nodded and smiled.
“You’ve both got the same job. I mean, you’re both the heads of the Joint Council,” said Helen not knowing what else to say and not wanting to seem rude by saying nothing at all.
“Yes, our roles our more or less the same,” said Oruealth.
“So who is in charge of the Council?” asked Helen curiously.
“Technically, you are,” replied Jaucal, “As our queen.”
“I’VE FOUND IT AT LAST!” shouted Delsani, unaware that the members of the Council were even there. He turned and saw them all. “Oh, sorry, I was looking for the spell to suppress the King’s abilities. I should also tell you that Queen Helen has ordered me to leave with the abilities of an ordinary Wizard.”
“NO!” shouted Peter, “I DON’T WANT IT!”
Just as Peter finished the sentence, Delsani was thrown across the room by some invisible force. He hit the bookcase with a bang and fell to the wooden floor.
Saren and Henkot jumped from their seats, but before they knew what was going on. Their talismans were in Peter’s hand. He crushed them with no effort whatsoever and threw out his other hand, which pushed the Witches across the room in the opposite direction. All three were knocked unconscious.
Dorana hid in a corner, and the Council members reached for their wands and talismans, all except the Grand Wizard.
“No,” he said to his companions. “What would you do? You’ve already seen him face a Wizard and two Witches. Put those away unless you wish to join them on the floor.”
Then the Grand Wizard turned to Peter, “Please, King Drago, no more. We have seen enough, and we dare not try to force anything upon you.”
Peter stood and faced the Wizard. The irises of his eyes had changed from emerald green to light blue and stretched the full length of his eyes.
This, to the Wizards and Witches, was strange, for this had never been reported to happen to any other Wizard-Elf. Though it was not just Peter’s eyes, for four of his canine teeth had grown into fangs. The top two were at least two inches long; the bottom two were each an inch. There were also small black claws sticking out of the tips of his fingers and thumbs. The claws were each an inch in length.