The 13th Moon

By Ilana Sturm

Idris is a boy just like any other boy, he goes to school, has a best friend and a family just like everyone else... only he is a boy with a secret!

Idris comes from seven generations of magickal artisans but seems to have absolutely no talent. The only thing he loves to do is draw, but he can’t see that getting him anywhere.

The 13th Moon, is THE most important magical celebration of the year and attendance is by invitation only. More than anything, Idris longs to be invited, but with no magical talent, that doesn't seem very likely to ever happen.

When a new teacher arrives at his school, his world and his life is forever changed!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pendraig Publishing
• Release date: Nov 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781936922628

Ilana Sturm

Ilana is an esoteric artist,freelance writer and scribe.A traditional green witch,she lives a magickal lifein Southern Australia near the ocean.Her focus is herbology and orb photographyand walking her dogsJasper and Spud

Book preview

Chapter One — The Magickal Apprentice

Chapter Two — Wishes and Dreams

Chapter Three — A Friend in Need

Chapter Four — The Power of the Moon

Chapter Five — School Daze

Chapter Six — The Master Wizard

Chapter Seven —The Learning Tree

Chapter Eight — Accomplishments

Chapter Nine — The 12th Moon

Chapter Ten — Magick in the Air

Chapter Eleven —A Magickal Inscription

Chapter Twelve — The Storm Approaches

Chapter Thirteen — The 13th Moon

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Chapter One

The Magickal Apprentice

"Seven generations!

Seven generations of magick in one family"

Idris kept repeating to himself. Seven generations of the best crafts people in the magickal world and it will all end with me.

Idris Treefoil just could not believe that it had come to this. He stood on the banks of the small stream that made its way behind his family home and then down into the small town where he had lived his entire life and gazed unseeingly at the scene before him.

A tall boy for his age, Idris stood an entire head above all the other boys in his class, with a shock of wavy black hair and brilliant green eyes. Like a lot of boys his age, he sometimes felt as if his limbs had a mind of their own. He was always so clumsy and uncoordinated, often dropping things or just falling over his own feet, but to the other boys, Idris was a leader, someone you could go to if you had a problem. Someone you just knew that you could trust, who would never betray you or make fun of you like some of the older boys did, just to make themselves feel important. Idris didn’t have all the answers, of course, but somehow things felt better once you told him what was bothering you. Idris was just one of those people that you liked automatically, without really knowing why. He certainly had no outstanding abilities. He was an average soccer player and a pretty average student as well. In fact everything about him seemed to be particularly ordinary up until this point and therein lay the problem.

Idris seemed to have no talent at all.

Magickally speaking, his entire family were somewhat lacking in any magickal prowess, all except for his great Uncle Mort, who, as the family told it, could levitate a pencil right off the top of a table and into his hand with a simple snap of his fingers and a few magickal words.

No, his family were not gifted in that way. Their expertise lay in their amazing ability to craft the finest magickal wares that anyone had ever seen. His father was a wand maker of the highest repute and the magickal community would come from far and wide to choose a wand that had been hand made by the family of Treefoil. Standard wands, crystal wands, ceremonial and special occasion wands and even staves, which resembled large crooked walking sticks with huge crystals atop, often used by Druids, Master Wizards and members of the high council of Witches.

Elder for wisdom, his father would say, Ghost Gum works with the power of this ancient land, Willow uses the phases of the moon and don’t forget the faery triad, Oak, Ash and Hawthorn, woods that are sacred to the fey folk, the faeries and sprites that live alongside us, although we rarely see most of them. He would say with a wink.

Learn the properties of the different trees my boy and perhaps one day you can be an apprentice wand maker — eh lad. But they both knew that it would never be. Idris had no particular love of carving wood and often found his mind wandering as he helped his father gather and prepare the wands, a long and tedious task that his father seemed to relish with every new wand he created.

In order to be a truly gifted artisan, you must imbue something of yourself into each piece that is crafted.

It’s part of the magick his grandfather used to say. That’s why the family of Treefoil are so gifted — they love what they do.

His mother crafted the finest grimoires (grim-wah’s) and magickal journals in the land. All handmade papers with gold embellished pages and beautiful