The Salem Concord Book 3: The Sorcerer's Secret

By J. A. Areces

The Sorcerer's Secret is book three in J.A. Areces' fantasy saga The Salem Concord. It picks up where the book, The Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers, left off.

In the Sorcerer's Secret, Jesse Alexander reluctantly ventures deeper into the wizarding world and discovers that the Wizardry are obligated by the Salem Concord to live in secret. A secret that history altered in order to stop the Salem Witch War. A secret that FOLK must never learn. It's up to Jesse and the secret wizard agent Beifar Mahgo to halt the forces seeking to breach the Salem Concord and cause another Witch War. The challenge that Jesse faces is who he will side with? His wizard friend Beifar, or the Folk secret society that for 300 years has protected the nation from Wizardry, the Cadre.
Meanwhile, Andrew and Brendan Mahgo learn that being a wizard in a Folk world has its consequences. As their secret is revealed, they realize that they're placing their friends' lives in danger and that their life will change forever. The question is if their lives will change for the better or the worse? It's up to them and Chief Fabiano to stop Lord Alex from obtaining two of the world's most powerful magical items. The Nostradamus Medallion and the Midus Elixir are coveted by Lord Alex. With the magic items in his possession, the last dark sorcerer would be able to push forward his plan, the rise of the Wizardry. Unfortunately, the Mahgo brothers stand in the way, and Lord Alex will not stop until the items are in his mastery.
Sacrifices will have to be made and with it death. Time is running out, and on Halloween, one cry will be heard throughout the land. The alarm that will cause Wizardry to tremble and Folk to shutter, "The Witches are Coming!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. A. Areces
• Release date: Mar 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005543341

J. A. Areces

Husband, father, and worker by day, however at night just your ordinary creative guy.I'm an art major, and I enjoy creating.So, when I was asked to write a book, I jumped at the challenge, and wrote four; The Salem Concord Series.I am not a professional writer, but I am a wizard of imagination. It seems like I just can't stop. I hope this explains how I came up with the four books.I trust you enjoyed Interview for a Wizard; Book 1 of the Salem Concord. It was the introduction to the series. The Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers continues the adventures of Jesse Alexander into the dark world of the Seven Sorcerers. New characters are introduced, and there's plenty of magic. Please follow me on Facebook; j. a. areces , or Twitter; @jarecesHere are some wonderful comments on the podibook version:Jacob Poore � @jpoorexi Mar 31Just finished the Salem Concord series by @jareces. What a great story. I'm glad I chose this series to listen too. the Salem concord is one of the best and favorite I've heard. Took me 6 days to listen to all 4.P. hernandez Says:January 6th, 2008 at 10:47 pmIve been downloading various books from this website for a while now and this ones really gotten me hooked. Sure you have your normal wizard in human society stories but the way the author has this book set up will really grab you. I look forward to the next chapter.Michael Says:January 27th, 2008 at 11:23 pmI just wanted to comment about what a good story this is. I am really enjoying it. I listen to a lot of audiobooks and podcasts, but when I see that a new episode of Interview for a Wizard has dropped...all other listening obligations get postponed. I like the story and the reading. Excellent work, Mr. Areces!Dan Says:January 4th, 2009 at 5:19 pmHey J.A.I just started listening to this book and am loving it. look forward to jumping right in to SSSS as soon as I am finished. Great Job!

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

THE HEIRLOOM

Henrietta Lefkoff was confounded. She peeked through thin curtains and glanced out the window again. Strangers wearing odd dark cloaks studied her house from across the street. It’s them, witches! She was sure of it. She saw them appear out of nowhere just like that. It was just like her brother warned her. Henrietta felt frightened and excited all in one breath. The situation was like none other. It was a dream come true, yet it was the most horrifying moment in her life. She brought her trembling hands up to her chest, feeling her pounding heart. Her cheeks flushed as she struggled to stay focused.

Where did I hide it? Henrietta leaned back against the wall and glanced around nervously. She brushed strands of gray hair off her face while deeply breathing. Henrietta couldn’t remember. She was suffering from another one of those mental lagoons that make her forget everything. A man shrouded in dark robes moved across the front yard outside the window, inspecting the house. Henrietta gasped. She wanted to blend into the wall and hide in the wallpaper. She wished she could disappear, but she couldn’t.

She never could. She wasn’t a witch.

Ira’s stories were true. Henrietta never did believe them, but she loved her brother, and he was so convincing that she couldn’t hurt his feelings. She lovingly went along to please him, but now, here they were.

Her ears grew red hot as her head spun. Henrietta knew her blood pressure was soaring. Not good, she thought. Cautiously, Henrietta glanced out her large living room window. All the lights were turned off inside the small house, which made Henrietta believe she couldn’t be seen from outside. Immediately she jerked her head back. She gasped, They’re here! She felt her heart skip a beat. The pain caught her off guard, but it didn’t stop her. Henrietta took a deep breath, held her chin out, and forced her swollen legs to move as fast as possible across the living room and into the small hall.

Emily! she called up the stairs. Emily Johnson, I need you!

At once, the floor upstairs gave way to the pounding of Emily’s thick body rushing down the hall and the steps.

I’m coming, Miss Henrietta… I’m coming, do not move. I’ll be right there. Emily was a middle-aged, short round woman with a warm smile that brightened any room. She always wore her hair pulled up in a bun, a mixture of light and dark browns that seemed to have its own personality and did whatever it pleased. She caught her breath when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. Now, Miss Henrietta, what did the doctor tell you about getting all excited…remember your blood pressure…

I know what the doctor told me, Emily, and I don’t need you to remind me every five minutes. Henrietta pushed her glasses back up her tiny nose with her index finger. Her ears were almost blood red.

Emily noticed Henrietta’s ears and tried not to look nervous. Miss Henrietta, your ears are a bit pinkish. Maybe we should take your pressure and make sure everything is alright? She reached out to take hold of Henrietta’s arm, but the older woman pushed her away.

We don’t have time for that, Emily …they’re here! Henrietta pointed down the hall, across the living room, and past the front door.

Three men dressed in long dark hooded cloaks stood outside of Henrietta’s house, and if it weren’t that Halloween was just around the corner, the three strangers would be more than suspicious. Then again, ever since Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store came to Mount Dora, strange visitors in outlandish outfits were more common. Maybe that was why no one made anything of the three dark wizards standing motionless. Their dark cloaks gently moved in the fresh October breeze.

Halloween decorations adorned the houses up and down the block, and Henrietta’s house stood out amongst all of them. Henrietta was famous for her fascination with Halloween. Pumpkins, ghosts, and witches proudly adorned her home and yard. In previous years she won numerous decorating contests and for several years in a row, but ever since she began to feel feeble and sickly, she gave up her reigning crown as Mount Dora’s favorite witch.

Ohhh! This is terrible, terrible! Emily circled Henrietta waving her arms over her head. What are we to do? I’ll call Chief Fabiano. Emily turned to a small table near them and picked up the phone handle, ready to dial.

Don’t you dare! Henrietta took the phone from Emily’s hand and slammed it back on the receiver. That old geezer won’t get here in time. Besides, there is nothing that he can do to stop those men. They’re wizards!

But he knows, Miss Henrietta. He can help.

No, Emily, no one can help us. Oh, why didn’t I pay more attention to my brother? He told us what we needed to do if they ever showed up. I can’t remember where I hid that dragon thing. I can’t call them for help!

He told us to call Chief Fabiano! Oh, Miss Henrietta, I told you to let me put it away. You’re not as young as you use to be, and you’re starting to forget things. I told you…

Quit whining, woman. Now listen up! I want you to go upstairs and get it for me. It’s in the big jewelry…

Box on the dresser…yes, Miss Henrietta, I know…

And the key is…

Underneath the pillows…yes, Miss Henrietta, I know. Emily was already bounding up the stairs.

Henrietta made her way down the hall and into the kitchen. She leaned against the small table that sat two situated in the middle of the room, attempting to catch her breath. Henrietta glanced around, shaking her head. I guess I won’t be re-doing this kitchen anytime soon, she whispered. She could feel her forehead perspiring. Upstairs, Emily could be heard rummaging through her room. Hurry, Emily, hurry. Henrietta pulled back one of the two chairs and slowly let her body drop. Instantly she recalled the many times she sat in the same chair across from her brother, listening to his warnings. He would go on for hours retelling the same story that involved Fabiano and how they barely escaped with their lives. Henrietta sat back; it was all true.

I don’t think I’ll be able to escape, Ira.

In no time, Emily was back. She found Henrietta bent over, breathing heavily. Oh, Miss Henrietta! Her voice quivered as she quickly went to her aid.

Henrietta sat up straight. Let me see it. Her voice was fragile. Her hands trembled as she reached out to Emily. Emily held out the contents for Henrietta to inspect. A long gold chain dangled from Emily’s fingers, revealing a slender glass cylinder that contained a golden liquid that reflected eloquently the sunlight that sneaked through the kitchen window. Henrietta’s eyes twinkled. A tight smile formed across her delicate face. She attempted to take it but immediately resisted. I’m sorry, Ira, she murmured, I failed you.

There was a moment of silence between the two women. Only the ticking of a small kitchen clock that announced the time interrupted the uncomfortable stillness. If I could only stop time, thought Henrietta, but I can’t, I’m not a...

The knock on the front door startled Emily and broke the silence. Henrietta’s eyes opened wide. She jumped to her feet and pushed Emily aside as she rushed to the kitchen pantry.

Miss Henrietta….

Hush, Emily, we haven’t any time. Henrietta opened the pantry door, reached up to the top shelf, and pulled out an old dusty box. She tore off the top and pulled out an old, worn-out hooded cloak. The rest of the box dropped to the floor, drawing no attention. Here, put this on. She ordered Emily. Without giving it another thought, Emily did as told. You have to run away, Emily. Once they get past me, they’ll be after you…

I’m not leaving you, Miss Henrietta!

There was another knock on the door.

Henrietta reached over to a small drawer next to the sink. Her hands moved around quickly until she found what she searched. Here, take my car and go into town. Hide! Hide at Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. They’re having a Halloween contest there; maybe you’ll find one there, one you can trust, and get rid of that thing. She pointed nervously at the cylinder.

But Miss Henrietta…

Emily, they can’t get their hands on this, do you understand? Henrietta was already at the back door holding it open for Emily.

What about your promise to Ira?

My promise to my brother is going to get me killed. There is nothing I can do anymore. I’ve kept it a secret much too long. It’s going to have to be someone else’s turn.

But what about…?

Forget about that for now. Besides, I can’t remember where I hid that thing. Do you remember?

No, you never told me, but I do remember one thing. Do you remember the date that appeared on the medallion when you wore it, Miss Henrietta? Do you?

No, I don’t, so quit stalling and tell me already.

Today, Miss Henrietta, it was today. Emily choked up as she spoke.

Just as well, Emily, now hurry, you have no time to lose. Don’t look back. Just get out of here and save yourself.

Emily stood scared. She held out before her the transparent cylinder that contained the mysterious golden liquid. Emily didn’t want to leave her mistress alone. Not now. She knew the fate that was awaiting her. Her eyes swelled, and she began to cry.

Emily, there is no time for that now! You have to get out of here! Everything depends on you. Please go!

Emily wiped her eyes with her sleeves and nodded yes. She appeared to be a perfect witch as she approached Henrietta and threw her arms around the older woman. They held each other tightly, knowing that they were never going to see each other again.

The next knock on the door was violent. Emily reacted quickly and rushed out the back door, hurried down the steps and along the wall. The cool October breeze from the lake gently pulled at her cloak, but she never noticed. On another occasion, Emily would probably stop and comment on the gorgeous weather. Still, now there was nothing gorgeous about right now. Cautiously, she glanced down the side of the house, making sure no one was watching. Then as quietly as possible, Emily tiptoed to the large car, opened the door, and slipped inside. The parked car was along the side of the house toward the back, and from where she sat, she was able to see Henrietta sit down on the kitchen table and wait.

The front door exploded and sent crashing across the living room, startling Henrietta, but she didn’t move from her place. She glanced out the window and gave Emily a signal with her head. Emily inserted the key in the ignition and waited. She held the steering wheel tightly as her fingers formed a small film of sweat over the plastic cover. Emily did not dare blink, taking long deep breaths while praying rapidly for some miracle.

Henrietta jerked back as two men shrouded in darkness barged in, screaming and demanding the cylinder. They each pointed their wands at the older woman. Emily did not waste a second, for it was now or never. She turned the key, revved the engine, and placed the car in reverse. Henrietta screamed, hoping to drown out the noise of the vehicle, but it did not work. Emily pressed the gas pedal with her foot, and not bothering to glance behind her, drove the car out the carport into the street. A red flash of light filled the kitchen, interrupting her last glimpse of Henrietta. She cried as she drove the car away. Henrietta, she thought, was dead.

*

Emily Johnson frantically drove up and down every street in downtown Mount Dora. She was having no luck in locating Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. Emily couldn’t remember the last time she visited the store with Henrietta. It unquestionably, and unmistakably wasn’t on any of the corner streets. Why would anyone have the word corner as a name if it’s not on the corner, she complained? Emily recalled the first time Henrietta’s brother, Ira, came to the house with The Items. That’s what he called them. Ira carried them in a small wooden box stuffed inside an old shopping bag. He sat across from Henrietta and very slowly and calmly tried to get his sister to believe his fascinating tale of wizards and witches. Emily heard everything from the top of the stairs, but it didn’t matter. Later, Henrietta explained it all back to her. Ira urged Henrietta to hide the two items separately. So, she did please him, never revealing the second location to Emily. Emily shook her head. Poor, poor Miss Henrietta, she allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks. It wasn’t till the strange deaths outside of Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store that Emily started to consider Ira’s stories. She knew that they would come when he was framed for murder. It was just a matter of time. That was Ira’s last warning to his sister, along with the name of someone who could help if needed. An Asian woman, Emily recalled.

It wasn’t true, she told herself, Ira was not capable of scaring anyone to death.

Emily made another turn and finally spotted the old movie theater. She recognized the landmark instantly and glanced across the street to find a small group of kids dressed in Halloween costumes entering Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. Emily sighed, relieved. Without a second thought, she made a sharp right and parked a couple of stores away in the alley between two buildings. She turned off the engine, undid her seat belt, and sat in the car.

Emily stared into the mirror at her reflection. Again she remembered the day that Ira Lefkoff visited his sister and entrusted upon her the task of guarding The Items. Henrietta sat quietly in her favorite chair with her hands resting on her knees as Ira explained everything in such great detail that it had to be true. Emily, mouth agape, glanced back and forth between the two. She didn’t know what to believe. When Ira finished, he extended the bag to his sister and waited for her response. Henrietta took it and pressed it tightly to her chest.

You can do this, Ira said proudly to his sister.

You can do this, Emily told herself.

Emily closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the car door. The old Cadillac was in terrible shape. Henrietta was forced to stop driving years ago due to her many ailments, and the car slowly took the appearance of its owner. The door terribly squeaked as Emily struggled to get out of the driver’s seat. She tried to be quiet, but it was useless. Frightened, she glanced beyond the alley’s safety, opting not to take another step, when a group of costumed kids energetically walked on by towards Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store.

It’s now or never, she thought, and with that, Emily rushed out of the alley. She felt somewhat protected underneath the witch’s hooded cloak pulled over her head as she followed the kids.

Emily paused at the top of the steps. She read the sign, Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store, but it didn’t register in her mind. Emily was too busy wondering about what-if situations. She reread the sign slowly but couldn’t focus at all. It all began at this house. Emily recalled hearing Ira explain to his sister Henrietta about the strange dreams. His fear of being watched all the time, and the regular weird events that led to the deaths at the stop sign. Most of all, the importance of keeping the Midas Elixir hidden from them. Emily gave up trying to read. It was no use. Besides, she knew where she was standing, where she was going. She felt flustered and light-headed. Henrietta’s words echoed in her mind. Get rid of it, Emily whispered. Find one of them that you can trust, and get rid of it.

Welcome to Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store’s first annual Halloween Costume Contest. Jesse Alexander’s voice seemed to wake Emily from her daze. She was inside the store, standing a few inches away from Lord Bane’s crystal ball. Emily glanced down at her distorted reflection in the glass, only to find a petrified image glaring back. She reached out and gently slid her finger across the smooth surface. It felt both warm and cold to her touch. For a quick instant, it drew her, entranced her, and it called to her.

Jesse approached Emily warmly. He held out his hand and greeted her again. Emily returned a blank expression that made Jesse feel very uncomfortable. Jesse wasn’t sure if it was the crystal ball’s magic or that Emily was just odd.

Are you the, a…magic person? she whispered.

Excuse me?

Are you a…witch? Emily found the strength to say the word.

Ah…no, Jesse wasn’t sure how to answer the question. He was dressed like a wizard and knew more witches than he cared to know, but he knew that he was not a witch. I’m Jesse Alexander, owner of Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. Pleased to meet you… Jesse extended his hand.

More children filed into Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store, some accompanied by their parents. In no time, the tiny store was packed, causing Jesse to become easily distracted.

You are the owner? Emily appeared confused. She repeatedly glanced out into the street, afraid of being followed. Do you know where I can find a… a…witch that I can trust?

Jesse found the question very odd. Before he could answer, he was called over by a mother whose young daughter wanted to purchase a wand from the glass display counter in the store’s back. Jesse excused himself and quickly made his way through the crowd to his new customer. Emily remained behind as guests filled the store. Emily glanced around hopelessly. She reached underneath her coat pocket and made sure that the Midis Elixir was still in her possession, securely tied around her neck. Then Emily noticed how Jesse rushed over to the middle of the store. He seemed upset and flustered as he pulled two teenagers away from the large ornate crystal ball.

Emily turned away inconspicuously, continuing her search observing other parents in the store, but finding nothing unusual, or better phrased, magical, about them. Unfortunately, she never met a witch. Emily had no idea what they look like. She was expecting to find old, wrinkled, and bent over people with long black pointy hats or long white beards and mustaches. Nobody in the store fits that description. She felt her heart sink as Henrietta came to her mind. Emily believed that her old friend was dead. She would never see her again, and it was all because of the stupid Midis Elixir. Her sadness was pushed away by anger. Why did she ever listen to Henrietta? Why didn’t she just refuse to take it and stay behind to help? She could fight. She took plenty of self-defense classes at the local police station and even knew how to shot a gun if necessary. Why didn’t she just hand the Midis Elixir over to them? It’s not worth Henrietta’s life. It wasn’t worth her life.

There was an unexpected commotion, and Emily snapped out of it. She turned to find an unusual sight. One of the two teenagers recently scolded by Jesse was hovering on a broom over a group of rowdy kids. They cheered him on enthusiastically, demanding that he fly around the store. Emily stood in shock as she watched Jesse pull the boy down and off the broom. Her heart raced. Her stomach twisted and turned. Her eyes almost jumped right out of her sockets. A witch! she told herself. He’s a real witch…and he’s only a boy. He can be trusted.

The events that followed happened very quickly for Emily. She stood in the corner, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to present the young man with the Midis Elixir. In her mind, she formulated different scenarios on how she planned to do it, what she was going to say.

Jesse began to panic. He was losing control of the Halloween party. Come now, then, who is the winner of the contest?

He is! a group pointed at Brendan.

The wizard! shouted another group.

Brendan! Andrew grabbed his brother’s arm and hoisted it up in the air.

Brendan…Brendan…Brendan!!! everyone chanted.

Jesse waved his arms to silence the boisterous crowd. Very well then, we have a winner by unanimous decision. The winner of the first annual Halloween contest held at Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store is Brendan Mahgo, the wizard!

The room filled with cheers. Some gathered around Brendan, overcome with glee, as they chanted his name repeatedly. His eyes twinkled, and he wore a smile that seemed never to tire.

Jesse returned from behind the counter and handed Brendan a small trophy cup as the crowd applauded.

Brendan, Emily repeated his name softly. That’s a good, trustworthy name. I can trust him. She watched as the kids rallied around Brendan while Jesse tried to get everyone out of the store.

Emily grew nervous. She was running out of time. Emily needed to move fast, or else she was going to lose her only opportunity. Emily took a deep breath and pushed her way through the crowd.

Is that all? asked Emily. His first attempt at flying, and all he gets is a trophy cup? She was thinking fast. She gently pushed some of the children aside and stepped forward. Reaching behind her round neck, she untied a leather string. Emily pulled it over her head to reveal a long glowing glass cylinder teardrop. She held it out to Brendan. Here, she said, Take it. There isn’t much magic left in it anyway, but it’s much better than a trophy cup.

Brendan took the present that contained the Midis Elixir and tied it around his neck. It glowed handsomely against the dark t-shirt that he wore. He hugged Emily and thanked her.

Don’t trust anyone, Emily whispered in his ear. You can’t let anyone have it. Guard it with your life.

Brendan released Emily. She looked into his eyes and knew that he didn’t hear her. He was gazing somewhere else; his mind was at the moment and not on her words.

Emily stepped away. She fulfilled her mission. Emily felt her knees weaken and her shoulders drop. For a second, she thought she was going to faint. Be strong, she told herself. Henrietta was strong, and so can you.

Emily never looked back, quickly making her way through the store. She politely greeted Chief Fabiano on the way out but did not slow down to chat. In no time, Emily was off and, on the sidewalk, heading back to Henrietta’s car parked in the alley. Where would she go, Emily thought? I’ll go back to the house. She had made up her mind. She was going back to find Henrietta. She was going back to let Henrietta know that she completed her mission. She sighed as she wiped her eyes. She knew that she would find Henrietta dead in the kitchen.

Emily turned into the alley only to find three strange hooded men waiting for her. She froze. Emily tried to move but couldn’t. She tried to run, but her legs would not obey. One of the three aimed his wand at her heart. With his free hand, he gestured her to move forward, and she did. Emily fought the urge, but it was useless. She was under a curse. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She attempted to scream for help, but no words left her mouth. I won’t tell, she thought, I will never tell. I promised Henrietta.

*

Lord’s Bane crystal ball went dark. The image disappeared, and the distorted reflections of Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store slowly returned. Jesse Alexander rushed down the stairs conversing on his cell phone while wrestling with his shirt as he attempted to pass the long sleeve up the arm that held the cell phone to his ear.

I am hurrying!

He passed by the crystal ball, clueless of what just flashed across its surface.

Kiki, just wait for a second, please. I told you I would help you find your dad, but I’m not a wizard! How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you to do this alone? Jesse grabbed his keys from behind the front counter. Yes, I am going to use the portal! Yes, I’m already out the door! The small bell hung from a leather strap swung from side to side as the door opened and, Chief? Jesse was startled to find Chief Fabiano standing on the other side of the door. Uh…what are you doing here?

Chief Fabiano stood with his arms hanging at his sides. He glanced at Jesse over the rim of his glasses and made no gesture of salutation. The cool breeze that was sweeping over Mount Dora ruffled his thin gray hair. He paused a moment before he spoke, We need to talk, Jesse.

I can’t. I’m in a hurry. Jesse still held the cell phone to his ear.

Jesse, what’s going on? Kiki asked on the other end.

We talk now, or I’ll have you dragged down to the precinct, Fabiano said very calmly. He glanced over his shoulder toward his dark car and the massive police officer that sat behind the wheel wearing dark sunglasses. You chose.

Jesse, you coming?

Can’t this wait, Chief?

Tell him you can’t, Kiki demanded.

No, Fabiano answered.

I can’t… Jesse fumbled with the cell phone.

Kiki hung up.

Great! Jesse slammed the cell phone shut then shoved it in his jeans pocket. Alright, Chief, you just got me in a lot of trouble with my girlfriend, so I hope this is good. Come in.

The small bell jingled as Jesse pushed the door open so that Chief Fabiano could enter. Then he followed. Fabiano strolled over to the large crystal ball and stopped. He took his right hand and slowly rubbed the smooth glass. Jesse gasped.

Chief! Jesse called out, startling the older man. Fabiano quickly removed his hand. How can I help you?

Fabiano looked around the store carefully. It’s almost Halloween. You must be very busy?

And…

I’m wondering what will happen this year? Anything unusual you might want to share with me now so that I’m prepared?

I don’t know what you mean? Jesse tried to appear calm and relaxed. He moved over to the front counter, crossed his arms, and leaned against it.

Well, let me remind you. Last year chaos broke out in Mount Dora. The city officials claimed that it was part of the festival, but I don’t buy it. I saw it happen because I was at The Goblin Corner. I witnessed those two strangers kill those poor people. Who, by the way, seemed to be wearing outfits from here? Fabiano stopped speaking and glared at Jesse.

Jesse did not say a word. He was surprised that Chief Fabiano still remembered last year’s events. How? I thought everyone had their memory altered, he asked himself? Maybe the wizard Beifar forgot to let the Department know that it didn’t work on the Chief? Whatever the reason, Jesse would not let on that he knew what the Chief was talking about. No way. That would put him in an awkward situation. It was bad enough that he still had to deal with the Wizardry world’s problems, but also having to keep Chief Fabiano off his back was not an easy task. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks over the back of his head. He couldn’t believe Halloween was already here, but it was. Oh, no, he whispered.

Oh, yes! exclaimed Fabiano. You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you?

What? No, that’s not what I meant…

Oh, yes, you do, and don’t try to deny it. I knew you knew. I knew that you were behind all this somehow…you and this store. No, Jesse, my memory is not altered. I remember everything. The death of Mily Breezy at the festival two years ago; all those others scared to death, the fight that broke out at The Goblin Corner, and the disappearance of Henrietta Lefkoff and her help Emily Johnson.

Jesse froze. He knows. Fabiano knows, but how? Is he a wizard? The enchanted alarm was still on. Jesse hadn’t turned it off since he went to bed last night. That proves it. Fabiano was not a wizard, but how? Jesse was tempted to ask, but something in his gut warned him against it. He blinked and glared at Fabiano mindlessly. Act stupid, he told himself.

Well, what can you tell me about them? Fabiano glared at Jesse.

About who?

Henrietta Lefkoff and Emily Johnson

I never heard of them.

Fabiano drew closer. Last year, on the day of your costume contest, Emily Johnson was seen fleeing Henrietta’s house after three dark-robed strangers entered the premises. That was the last time anyone saw Henrietta. I saw Emily Johnson in this very store during your party. She was last seen heading down the street. Now, did you or did you not know Henrietta or Emily?

Jesse swallowed hard as his mind raced. He didn’t have a clue. He tried to think, tried to remember if maybe they were infrequent customers, but he just couldn’t remember. Perhaps that was a good thing. If he did remember, Fabiano would continue to ask questions. He would probably want to search his store and poke around, finding more evidence of magic. That wouldn’t be good. No, even if Jesse did know who was Henrietta and Emily, he wasn’t going to let Fabiano know.

I have no idea who they are.

I thought you would say such a thing. Always thinking, aren’t you?

Jesse didn’t answer.

Fabiano reached into his coat and pulled out black and white pictures. He fumbled through them and then handed them over to Jesse. Do you recognize anyone in these pictures?

Jesse cautiously took the photos from Fabiano. He looked at the first one, and there she was, Emily Johnson. Jesse didn’t know if she was Emily or Henrietta, but Jesse recognized the woman immediately. He did remember. Indeed, it was last year when Jesse saw her last. For that matter, it was the first time he ever saw her. She was at Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store First Annual Halloween Contest when Brendan won the award for best costume. She was the one who gave him a trinket as a prize. Jesse wasn’t aware that he stalled on that one photo revealing that he recognized Emily.

Her name is Emily Johnson, Fabiano said. When did you see her last?

Last year, Jesse didn’t realize that he answered until it was too late. She was here. It was the first time I met her, and the last time I ever saw her.

Did she come in alone?

Yes, I think so.

Did she bring anything with her?

No, I don’t think so.

Are you sure, Jesse? Think, Fabiano paused, something she wore or carried…something old?

Jesse relived the encounter with Emily. He could vividly see how she reached out and awarded Brendan with an heirloom.

Fabiano sprang forward. An heirloom?

Jesse drew away. What was he thinking? That was the problem; Jesse wasn’t thinking. He reacted, and now he lost control of the entire situation. FOCUS, Jesse told himself. He tried to feel his toes, but Fabiano drew closer. The older man looked like if he just hooked a giant fish; his eyes wide open, his eyebrows rose to the top of his head. What did it look like?

What?

Don’t do that now, son. This is too important. Now, what did it look like?

I…I…

Think, boy, what did it look like? The Chief cornered Jesse against the counter. This is no time to play cute, kid, now what did it look like?

Jesse felt the pressure run up his body and grab him by the throat. He tried to think fast, but it was impossible. Fabiano was in his face, poking him repeatedly on his chest with his fat finger. I don’t know…it was a…an heirloom…like a gold cylinder or something.

Fabiano stopped. He withdrew, glaring at Jesse as if frozen in time. Jesse watched him. Oh, no, he thought, I blew it.

Fabiano removed his glasses, wiping his face with the other hand, the one he used to poke Jesse in the chest. He placed his glasses back on his nose and breathed deeply. Jesse sighed deeply. Did she leave with it? Fabiano asked.

Jesse regained himself. There was no way he would answer any more questions, especially now that it involved Brendan. No. There was too much going on. I don’t even remember when she left. Chief, honestly, that is all I remember. I’m sorry.

The Chief slowly turned toward the front door taking deliberate, even steps, and pushed the door open while buried in thought. No doubt what Jesse shared weighed on Fabiano’s mind. He was in a daze, neither here nor there. Okay then, Jesse, keep trying to remember. Try very hard. This is paramount. I need to find that heirloom soon, or we’ll run out of time.

Chief Fabiano closed the door behind him. The small bell that hung from the handle swung slowly. He never looked back; he just walked away toward his dark car and the waiting driver. Jesse watched them drive away.

Running out of time? repeated Jesse curiously. What did he mean by that?

CHAPTER 2

NIGHTMARES

Ana Mahgo saw a flash through the corner of her eye; a powerful blast struck the wizard Beifar square in the chest. His head hit the wall behind him, dropped over his chest, and then he slumped over onto the floor. Beifar was dead. Ana watched, horrified, in shock and disbelief. Lord Alex killed her cousin. Slowly, Ana faced Andrew and Brendan. They both witnessed the terrifying scene, crying out for their father as they rushed to his aid. Ana ordered them to stop, but it was too late. They were already across the room. Lord Alex aimed his wand in their direction. Ana whirled, aiming her wand at Lord Alex, but he had already declared the death curse. Ana watched the dark blast zip across the chamber. The curse first tore through Brendan and then Andrew. They both dropped dead instantly. Ana lost her breath. She let her wand slip out of her lifeless hand. Ana felt her heart pound as her head screamed in pain. Her ears popped, her eyes bulged. The pain in her heart raced down her arm. Her body went limp. Her eyes rolled up, and she lost focus. Ana was about to…

Ana woke up, horrified. She instantly sat up in her bed, gasping for air. Automatically her hands went to her chest. She breathed profoundly, covered in a cold sweat. Ana's vision adjusted to the dark, allowing her to recognize her bedroom. I’m not dead, Ana whispered.

*

Brendan Mahgo lunged out of bed. The sheets wrapped around his body prevented him from using his arms to break the fall. His head hit the wooden floor hard. Brendan wiggled and squirmed, moaning and groaning until he wrestled himself free. Brendan sat with his back against his bed, gasping for air, his arms over his chest as he felt his heart racing. He breathed deeply, covered in a cold sweat. The night light from his ten-gallon aquarium kept the room lit, allowing Brendan’s vision to adjust quickly to the surroundings. He was back in his room. No, he told himself, I never left. It was another bad dream.

Andrew Mahgo opened the door, peeked inside, and laughed at his brother on the floor. What happened to you? he asked.

I had another bad dream. Brendan rubbed his head. The feel of his buzzed short hair was always a relaxing sensation.

Again?

Yeah, the same one…you know, Ana killed by Celina Bane.

Andrew quietly shut the door behind him as he entered the room. The last thing he wanted to do was wake up his parents. Gently, he helped his brother up, and together they sat next to each other on the bed. You need to tell, dad. You’ve been having these nightmares ever since you saved her, and that was almost a year ago.

Yeah, I know, but I can’t tell him. You know how dad and mom will react, especially mom.

Yeah, but Brendan, that dream is not going away. I think you have them more often and stronger. Look at you tonight. It knocked you off of your bed.

The nightmares are getting more vivid. It’s spooky. I swear I thought I was back at the Biltmore again. What if…what if I was? What if I traveled back in time and relived everything?

Andrew stood up. Don’t be ridicules. You’re starting to let it get to your head. Cut it out, or you’ll go crazy like Celina Bane.

Brendan didn’t bother looking up at his older brother. He didn’t like the comment. He wasn’t going crazy.

Just go back to sleep, get some rest, and think about what I told you the what, tenth million times…tell dad. Andrew closed the door behind him, leaving Brendan sitting upon his bed.

Brendan glanced up at the aquarium. The two clownfish that inhabited the salt-water pool pressed up against the glass, looking down at him, hoping to be fed. Brendan took a deep breath and slid back underneath his sheets. He gazed up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin around and around slowly until he began to feel sleepy. I hate nightmares, he told himself just before he fell asleep.

*

Ana shifted her weight around in bed, propping herself up against the headboard. She leaned over, opened the top drawer to the night table, and pulled out a small notebook and pen. The front of the journal read NIGHTMARES. The faint glow from a little night lamp barely revealed the picture frames hung on the wall displaying the many awards received from writing sonnets and poems. Ana fingered through the pages until she found the last entry and then began to write;

Dear Journal,

The sensation of death is growing ever so real with each scared to death nightmare. I fear that I will not outlive another one, and yet I keep on surviving. This is very unusual. Almost every night, I have the same dream. I have eliminated every theory on why I keep having these outlandish dreams. There is no pattern to my daytime activities. This long sabbatical has not helped; therefore, it’s time I return to work. Not doing anything is, I fear, making the nightmares more profound. I don’t understand. I know that I have mentioned this before, but this sort of thing only happens to those who have undergone a near-death experience, but I have not. There is no trace in any of the reports from last year that I was killed, hurt or even bruised. However, it seems as if something inside me tells me otherwise. I’m just going around in circles with this thing. I need to put closure to this. I refuse to go to a witch doctor – they’re all quacks. I need to find another way, something wizarding that can tap into my subconscious and the crystal ball!

*

Darkness. Evil tends to dwell in darkness. Wickedness finds comfort in the shadows. Scheming and plotting to give birth. Conspiracy brews and intrigue hides behind drawn curtains and concealed passages. Deception spins its web until truth is lost in darkness.

Lord Alex sat pensively in the darkness. The shadows that surrounded him shifted as, one by one, his most loyal appeared from the gloom dressed in dark hoods and cloak, their identities hidden. The meeting was a secret, and all arrived promptly. It was a sign of respect to the last sorcerer. Once a member, always a member. The Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers has reunited once again. No one dared to speak as all watched their only master sit alone in a circle of seven empty chairs.

Lord Alex waited. He was accustomed to waiting. It was approximately one year since the last Conclave, almost a year since Lord Alex became the sole sorcerer. He was the leader of the most powerful underground wizardry organization in the country. Lord Alex’s eyes smiled. He was the most powerful wizard except for the Secretary of Magic. Lord Alex was going to change that. Now was the right time. He finally achieved what he once thought was only a dream. The dream came true. The scheming and plotting, the treason and lies all served his purpose. A year in prison meant nothing in the overall plan. It gave him time to rethink, reorganize and now re-group. Lord Alex was just one step closer to freedom. The fact that he was recently allowed parole before the hearing was an indication that he won, but this wasn’t the winning moment. That moment was still to come. And come they did. They all arrived. He was waiting for only one. The one he once used for his purpose. The only one who could stop him, but he had a plan for that too.

Lord Alex would be the sole sorcerer. He would be the one to deliver all Wizardry from the shackles of the Salem Concord. For three hundred years, they succumbed to the Folk bondage. For three hundred years, they were forced to live in silence, oppressed by inferiority. The New World was confiscated from them. What they discovered was stolen. The New World was for them. That was the dream and the reason for the Great Migration. Lord Alex looked around the room, disgusted at what the Wizardry had become. Once, all Wizardry walked the earth freely. They were proud people admired by all, feared by all. However, now they were forced to live in secret. He was going to change that. It was his one purpose in life ever since he lost her, the girl of his infatuation, his arch foe’s wife. Lord Alex refocused. He didn’t want to think of her. He turned his thoughts back to the Secret. It was the one thing that would give them the ultimate power, to step out of the shadows and regain their place among the Folk. Lord Alex could taste it. He was closer than ever to obtaining it, protecting it, using it for the benefit of all Wizardry. It was all just a matter of time, soon.

Another shift in the darkness and the last wizard appeared, his hood purposely thrown back, revealing his identity. Lord Alex raised his head and made eye contact with Asmode.

Brothers, it pleases me to see you all. Lord Alex stood in the circle of chairs. No one responded. It was the rule. No one could speak unless addressed. I was informed arguing and division were amongst you since my absences. That is good. Your hearts have not grown weak since I left you. You still hunger for power and wealth. You still have a taste for the old ways. The way it was before the Concord.

Lord Alex paused and waited. He wanted Asmode to react, but he didn’t.

A wizard concealed underneath his hood stepped forward, bowing to Lord Alex.

Lord Alex motioned for him to speak.

My lord, when will you be accepting applications? the wizard asked.

Lord Alex smiled. When I am ready, Mutra, but your eagerness to join the circle is noted. Now return to your place.

Then Asmode motioned to be heard. Lord Alex hesitated just enough to irritate his old friend.

The rules clearly indicate that the interview for a wizard must take place immediately in the absence of a sorcerer. A Sorcerer must be elected by the next Halloween night. Asmode drew closer to the circle of chairs. In this case, you must select this Halloween six new wizards to rule by your side as Sorcerers.

Lord Alex faked a smile before turning to the others, pulling his robe down to his waist; he turned and exposed his back for all to see. Seven interwoven dragons were burned into his skin. The gross flesh around the marking demanded the respect of everyone gathered. Asmode was not impressed. None of this mattered to him any longer. He was a member of the Society because he had no choice. It was the Rule, Once a member, always a member, and for every generation. Asmode’s ancestors joined the Society centuries ago for other reasons. Its founders established the brotherhood of wizards and witches after signing the Salem Concord to help the Wizardry adapt. However, it unfortunately transformed through the years, evolved into an underground mob that ruled the underworld, seeking power and control at any expense. In the beginning, there were no Sorcerers or interviews, or secret initiations. That came after the seven flames were gathered and imprisoned for their enchantment. From that point in history, everything changed for the worse.

Lord Alex faced his followers once again. Remember my brothers that I am the last remaining Sorcerer. The power of the Dragon Flame is mine. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone. Asmode felt Alex's gaze pierce through him. I called you here on the eve of my release to celebrate our union. Tomorrow will be a new day for all of us. Tomorrow we begin the final steps to regain our place among the Folk.

Asmode was just as surprised as everyone around him. It was easy for Lord Alex to see Asmode’s disapproval. He was the only one un-hooded

Do not question me, brothers. It wouldn’t be wise. Lord Alex withdrew his wand. This is not the time for discord in the Society. If I even detect disapproval, it will be the end of you.

I think he’s lost his mind. The hooded wizard next to Asmode whispered.

A blast from Lord Alex’s wand shot across the room, striking the wizard in the chest. Asmode leaped back, horrified as the wizard next to him dropped dead. Lord Alex commanded the forbidden death curse without uttering a word. He had indeed grown stronger. Lord Alex was stronger than any wizard gathered. No other wizard dared speak another word.

Poor WedgWood, his family was one of the first in the Society. Lord Alex sighed. "Now is not the time to question me. I am well aware that not all of you agreed with the measures taken by our last lords. Their plan was clear and decisive. They took the steps necessary for all of us to regain our place in the world. I will admit to you now that I once felt the same. I was part of that small group that believed breaching the Salem Concord was detrimental to all Wizardry. However, I can no longer tolerate living like illegal aliens in our nation. This year, the Folk will gather and celebrate three hundred years of victory over Wizardry. This Halloween, they mock us and boast of their reign over Wizardry. On Halloween night, they will once again come together at the Conclave and belittle our very existence. I say the time has come for us to end this madness. How long will we allow a weaker race to determine how we should live? Where can we travel? Where can our children venture? Who can we wed?

Remember our history, my brothers. Our ancestors risked their lives and traveled to this great nation when all of Europe hunted them down like mad dogs. They journeyed on the first ships to the New World under false identities to live a life of freedom. Here they were able to prosper and live peacefully, but that all came to an end with Salem. We were once respected and revered amongst Folk in this country. However, then history labeled us and accused us of being evil and dangerous. These falsifications need to be eradicated and redefined, so that wicked witches and wizards are permanently eliminated from Folk fairy tales.

I am tired of living in silence! a voice cried out. Others followed.

Asmode knew that it was an operative, someone Lord Alex planted to speak out at the right moment.

Once Wizardry were the advisors of kings and royalties. Even in our great nation, when it was still very young, we participated in its formation. Unfortunately, that part of history was expunged from Folk history books. We are no longer second-class citizens; we aren’t even third-class citizens. We are rejected. Well, I say no more! I say we take the opportunity that is ours and regain what we lost, not secretly in the shadows, but out there amongst them.

Asmode glanced around the chamber. Everyone listened attentively to the last Sorcerer. It was evident that no one dared challenge Lord Alex. He proved his superior power. No doubt, he maintained loyal followers. They would carry out any request to gain their seat in the circle. Asmode decided to remain quiet and listened. Lord Alex had changed. Once, they were close friends, allies with a common goal. Asmode thought he knew him well, but now he realized that Lord Alex was always acting on his personal agenda.

I was wrong to take the side of the Concord and those who brainwashed all of us. Our deceased lords made me understand. They enlightened me, saved me from my ignorance. They acted quickly, obtaining certain items needed for our victory over the Folk to repay the insults brought among our ancestors during the witch trials. To carry into battle the cry, Remember Salem! And to force the Folk back into another dark age. Wizardry will once again be sought for wise counsel and strong leadership. I plan to continue their dream as I lead us into a new era, the Age of Wizardry. Unfortunately, our lords lost the items, but I have located them. With the items, we will once again have our deserved status. The society will once again have seven lords to rule. Sorcerers will follow me and do my bidding, deeds that will help carry out our plan. Together we will rewrite history, change traditions, and fundamentally transform our nation. If you follow me, the Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers will no longer be a secret, but the White House’s ruling party.

The cheers that filled the black hall startled Asmode. Fists waved over dark hoods calling out in unison Lord Alex’s name. Nowhere among the crowd could he find one person who objected to the offensive speech. He knew others sympathized with him, hidden underneath their hoods, but they all feared Lord Alex.

Which items are you referring to? Asmode shouted over the crowd.

Immediately, everyone grew silent.

Asmode, you wish to address me? Lord Alex hissed.

Yes, my lord, which items will place the Wizardry world in the White House? Asmode’s tone was sharp and direct. He stared straight into Lord Alex’s eyes. Will you share the information with us, or will you keep it a secret as our previous lords did?

There will be no more secrets. Lord Alex snapped. I am tired of secrets. I have lived with secrets much too long. Our people have lived in secret much too long. The Midis Elixir and the Nostradamus’ Medallion.

Asmode didn’t want to show any emotion, unlike everyone else. The two items mentioned were indeed mighty, however not powerful enough. Asmode continued. I am sorry, my lord, but I fail to see how the items you mentioned are capable of catapulting the Society into the majority ruling party of Congress, let alone the White House. It will take much more than that. You plan to lead us all into a war against the Folk for breaching the Salem Concord. They will hunt us and burn us at-the-stake all over again. History won't be re-written. It will be repeated. The few that survive will be forced to live in the sewers. Our lords never wanted to see us in the sewers. Their dream did not always carry the highest morals and values, but with all due respect, my lord, they accepted their limits. My Lord, as the official Speaker, and as much as I would want to see us live as freely as the Folk, I can not at this moment give you the Voice for the entire Society.

Lord Alex knew that it was going to come down to this. Asmode was a direct descendant of the first officials, the most powerful wizard in the Society after the sorcerers. His voice carried considerable influence. His family served as elected Speaker of the Society, one generation after another. Without his approval, Lord Alex would be facing repeated challenges and disapproval from other members that supported Asmode.

Do not fear my plan, Asmode. Lord Alex said calmly. You and I have teamed together in the past for the better of the Society. Trust me, my old friend. The items I mentioned are nothing but magician tricks to what I will bring to you. I am very close to obtaining the most powerful weapon ever known to the Wizardry world.

The Secret? Asmode had to shout over the commotion around him.

Yes, my dear Asmode. Why do you think the Lords chose me as the last member of the circle? There are others here who did much greater deeds than I. Never the less; it was I who regained for them what they allowed to slip through their hands. I, Lord Alex, know where to find the location of the Secret. Before the next Halloween, it will be in my grasp.

Triumphant shouts filled the great hall. It was almost impossible for Asmode to think. What he just heard was unbelievable. No wizard or witch ever found the Secret. They were hidden from the Wizardry by Folk so that no more harm could befall anyone, Wizardry or Folk. Asmode stared into Lord Alex’s eyes. He reached into his cloak and grasped a blue stone that hung around his neck. Asmode searched Lord Alex’s feelings. It was true. Lord Alex was not lying. The last sorcerer had some knowledge of the Secret’s location. Asmode gasped. If Lord Alex ever gained control of the Secret, it would be the end for everyone.

You know it's true, Asmode. Lord Alex said. Look at your constituents now. They shout for me and will follow me. You have to support me. Show me now your loyalty, give me your Voice, or I will take it from you.

My lord, what you speak of will take us all into war with the Folk. Reconsider your plan; I beg you. Asmode made one last attempt to persuade the other dark lords to turn away from Lord Alex. What you propose will breach the Salem Concord. The Folk are too many. They always have been. Their technology has advanced considerably, and they still hold on to the ancient methods. Science is almost equal to our magic. A war would be suicide for both races. Revolt is not the path. It never was. I urge everyone here to remember why this fraternity was originally formed. It was for the betterment of both races to live in harmony with the Folk, reconcile, and not wage war. I am the Voice, and I beg all of you to heed my words.

You speak treason, Asmode. Lord Alex growled. You hold on to a dream that never served us. It only served the Folk. We will no longer listen to such talk. We will cease to allow Folk to associate with us. The time for change is now. As of this night, all Folk who share in the Society will be asked to leave. We will freeze their assets and take any properties that are in our names and with our banks. As of this night, Folk will begin to fear us. If they dare to stand in our way, we will remove them. If anyone dares to stand in our way, whether wizard or witch, they will be eliminated. Even if you, my dear friend, Asmode, do not join us, I am afraid we will also be forced to remove you. What say you?

Asmode turned to face the boisterous crowd.He was alone, all alone. It was Lord Alex who they served. Whatever division there was after last year’s events couldn’t be detected now. Whatever dream of Folk and Wizardry working alongside each other in the Society just faded. Lord Alex changed all that. Asmode couldn’t believe it; he never saw it coming. Asmode once trusted Lord Alex. They once shared a common cause. He made a grave mistake. Asmode had withdrawn his wand before anyone noticed, even Lord Alex. His choice would mark him as the Society’s primary enemy. He would be a fugitive as of this moment.

FLASH! Asmode was gone.

A bright light blinded everyone for a second. Any possible way of tracing his wake was erased. Asmode was known for being a master of the highest degree. Many in the chamber once served as his apprentice. Lord Alex knew it would be difficult to trap him, but he enjoyed the challenge. The crowd still called out his name. Asmode was defeated. He was the last obstacle. After tomorrow morning, it wasn’t going to matter anymore.

Asmode has made his choice. Lord Alex smiled. What a pity.

CHAPTER 3

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Judge Barbara repeatedly banged her mallet, almost spilling the glass of water. The entire courtroom was in a frenzy. Photographers continuously took pictures; the bright flashes blinded the judge who sat on the raised bench above everyone. The great seal behind her depicted the flags of the state and federal government and the Wizardry emblem. The two opposing parties sat at their respective tables down below. The assigned district attorneys frantically shuffled through their files. The three young men appeared confused. The case was quickly slipping out of their grasp. It was apparent that they were about to lose. The youngest of the three attorneys glanced up from his files disturbed, hopeless

Spectators thronged the round courtroom. Every seat was occupied all the way up to the last row. Everyone commented in favor or against the judge's final decision. The media section was in a tizzy delivering live coverage of the events through their wands while photographers continued their tortures photographing. The young attorney sighed; he knew that it was all over.

The pounding of the mallet brought him back to reality. His gaze drifted to the defense table, and he frowned. Lord Alex was waving to the crowd, and they loved it. The young attorney returned to his file. He circled the address on the copy of the arrest warrant several times. How could this mistake slip by without being noticed until now, he thought? He read the name of the location where Lord Alex was taken into custody; Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. He reread it again for the tenth time. He