The Salem Concor Book 4: The Last Sorcerer

By J. A. Areces

The fourth book of the Salem Concord begins where The Sorcerer's Secret left off. The Salem Concord, the treaty that kept peace between Folk and Wizardry since the Salem Wars, has been breached, causing the return of the Witch Hunts. Jesse Alexander takes it upon himself to end the war by embarking on an adventure against the Cadre and delivering two young Wizardry to the Secretary of Magic before it’s to late. Secret wizard agent Beifar Mahgo races against time to stop Lord Alex from becoming the world's most powerful sorcerer and ultimate ruler. Meanwhile, the Mahgo brothers, Andrew and Brendan, mature into their new powers as they embark on a heroic quest against Lord Alex and his dark sorcerers. The quest to find the four elements and the Sorcerer's Secret becomes their mission. The Last Sorcerer is a spellbinding fantasy adventure that returns the reader to Alivan's Wizards and Witches Corner Store to battle dragons, dark wizards, evil witches, zombies, and witch hunters. The Mahgo brothers discover AirBall, trolls, and even love. However, In the world of magic, nothing is ever what it appears to be.

The doorknocker awakened when you downloaded this ebook. Its yellow eyes study your features, but the dragon head says nothing until you knock on the door. It opens its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth.
“Who’s there?
Ohhhhh, you did come. Master Mahgo warned me you would be passing through.
Well, I suppose you want to know more about the Last Sorcerer. Unfortunately, I don’t have much time. Another ebook has just been downloaded, and I must attend to them too. So, continue reading and don’t ask any questions until you reach the end. Now go!”

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. A. Areces
• Release date: Oct 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005208479

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!

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CHAPTER 1

THE WITCH HUNT

The front door burst open, almost tearing off the hinges.  Frightened eyes peered out into the night, scanning the landscape frantically. Everything was dark, extremely dark. All the lights in the house were turned off. Someone cut the power. The forest that surrounded the cottage waited. That’s what it felt like. Someone was out there waiting in the night. He clutched his wand in his right hand as his left hand trembled. 

Focus, he told himself. Again, he peered out past his lawn into the forest. He squinted, hoping to see something or somebody out there behind the trees or the bushes. That’s when he spotted a shadow dart between two trees. That’s all he needed to see. He knew what was taking place. The Witch Hunt was here.

Oliver, try it again, please. Her voice trembled as she hurried down the stairs dragging her two children behind her. Her long red hair tied up in a ponytail bounced from side to side.  

Oliver snapped out of it. He turned and faced his wife. His brow dripped with perspiration.

The woman gasped, stopping at the foot of the steps. What is it, dear?

Oliver could barely make out anything in the house. The sudden darkness and the stress of the moment were confusing. He momentarily wondered how his wife knew that something was wrong. It was impossible for her to clearly see him from where she stood, and yet, that’s the way she was. She always knew with him when something was wrong. Oliver hesitated to answer. He didn’t want to scare her, but he didn’t know how to respond without alerting his wife.

They’re here, Jennifer Oliver shut the door behind him and locked it. He leaned against it unconsciously, hoping to keep them out. He still gripped his wand.

Who’s here? The young boy asked his dad and then glanced up to his mother.

Jennifer raised her hands, covering her mouth as her knees weakened.

Focus, Jennifer...we must stay focused. Oliver went to his wife.

Jennifer took a deep breath and focused. Try again, she whispered.

I already did. Oliver snapped.

Oliver, please.

Oliver glanced at the wand at his side. Reluctantly, he held it out before him and focused. However, for one second, he was distracted. Oliver glanced around the living room, dazed. He wasn’t even sure why. Everything was so neat, so pretty, so perfect. The house was perfect. They had worked together to make this their home where they could raise their children peacefully. Now it was all threatened. He stared back at Jennifer and then the children. He had to act fast. "Lumen"

Nothing happened.  

Jennifer sighed, then reached down and grabbed her children’s arms. The younger girl hesitated, half asleep. Gently, Jennifer reached down and scooped her up. Come, honey, it’s time, dear.

There was a crash, the glass broke at the impact, and the sound of a solid item landing on the carpet floor startled the family. 

Jennifer screamed as she searched the living room for what caused the scare. It was too dark to discover anything. Oliver hurriedly turned her around and guided her and their children out into the hall. Once they were clear of the danger, Oliver rushed back into the living room. He could hear whatever it was hissing, and a choking smoke began to fill the room. Instinctively, he ran over the adjoining dining room and grabbed a chair. 

With all his might, he sent if flying through the nearest window. More glass sprayed the floor as Oliver drew back. The toxic smoke slowly filtered through the open window giving the wizard more time. Then Oliver ran to a large, framed mirror that hung over a serving station and stopped.

They’re here, he coughed into the reflecting glass, Witch Hunters! They’ve cut the power, and I have no use of my magic. Neither does anyone else in my family. I have very little hope for me and... I pray my children will survive.

Another crash and more glass flew through the room. 

Oliver reacted by ducking behind a chair. Then he turned and hurried down the hall after his wife. When Oliver reached the kitchen, Jennifer already led the children down into the basement. He peeked down the steps. Only darkness welcomed him. Feeling for the handrail, he rushed down until he reached the bottom and then turned. A faint light from one candle indicated where Jennifer and the children had gone. Already a small hidden door in the floor was opened. Jennifer was hugging her two children tightly and weeping.

I don’t want to go. Lo stuttered between tears. 

His younger sister cried along with him.

Oliver stood in the dark stricken. The sight of his young wife in her light blue nightgown holding her children for the last time tore at his heart. He felt weak at the knees and fought unsuccessfully against the tears that swelled in his eyes. Jennifer pulled Lo back and very softly said, I need you to go for me, Lo. I can’t do this if you stay behind, do you understand. You need to warn the others, do you understand, and you need to save your sister.

Lo glanced down.

Lo, Oliver appeared out of the darkness that surrounded them, do everything just like we practiced. The young boy’s father pulled at his son’s black cloak. 

The boy reluctantly gripped an old broom. 

When you get to the end, run to the portal key. Do you remember what it is? Lo nodded, yes. Good, that will take you to Grandpa’s house. You’ll both be safe there. However, if it’s missing...

But...

Listen to me, Lo, if it’s missing, use the broom and fly away to Grandpa. Do you remember where he lives? Lo nodded, no. 

Don’t worry, the broom knows the way, Oliver instructed very calmly.

Another crash could be heard coming from upstairs that made Jennifer jump. 

Lo threw his arms around his father’s neck, frightened. His little sister tightened her arms around Jennifer.

Gently, Oliver pulled Lo off. You need to go now. Come on, both of you. Neve, you go first.

I don’t want to go first. Neve cried.

Jennifer gave her husband a regretful glance.

Very well then, Lo, you go first, Oliver said.

Lo gave his mother a big hug and kiss, and then his father. 

I can do this. He said proudly, his nose red and eyes filled with tears.

I know you can. Oliver smiled. Your twelve years old now, son. You’ve already learned a few spells, and you’re a good flyer.  When you get out, use them all if you need to.

Lo nodded and then proceeded to climb down the ladder into the ground. When he reached the bottom, he shouted for Neve. Jennifer struggled with her youngest daughter at first but conceded when she heard Lo call out to her. It was difficult for Oliver to let go of his daughter. He buried his nose in her long brown hair and took one last gulp of her scented hair. Then he helped her into the secret passageway holding on to her hand until she climbed past his reach.

Watch over your sister! Jennifer cried.

I... There was another crash from upstairs, but it wasn’t a window. It sounded more like a door.

Oliver slammed shut the secret door leaving the children below to fend for themselves. Quickly, he and Jennifer pushed an old trunk over the door, making sure that it was out of sight, and then rushed back up to the kitchen. 

Jennifer closed the door behind her. She knew that it would be the last time that she would ever see her children again.

Oliver stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment listening. The house was unusually tranquil even though he sensed someone was inside. He indicated for Jennifer to quietly make her way to the kitchen door that led outside. 

Jennifer took a deep breath and focused.  She reached into her nightgown pocket and pulled out her wand. Her long red hair now fell over her shoulders, just like Oliver liked it. Even in the rush of the moment, Oliver found her beautiful.  She was too beautiful to lose.

Jennifer slowly took hold of the door handle and turned it carefully, hoping not to make any noise. Oliver watched as the door opened into the night. Standing before her was a tall soldier dressed in black from head to toe. His face was concealed behind a dark ski mask. Jennifer screamed. Oliver grabbed a small barstool from the kitchen counter and swung as hard as he could. 

Jennifer recoiled back against the wall. 

The chair smashed into the soldier’s chest, sending him back and over the porch rail. Jennifer gawked at Oliver, frightened as the house filled with noise coming from all directions, upstairs, the living room, down the stairs. 

The house was full of Witch Hunters. 

Run! Oliver cried to his wife. Run into the forest and get past the line.

What about you? Jennifer cried.

Hurry! Oliver reached over to a set of cutting knives and pulled the largest one with his free hand. He still held his wand in the other. For our children! Oliver pleaded with his wife.

Jennifer dropped her head weeping. Then with every ounce of strength and determination she had, Jennifer ran into the night crying desperately as she left her husband behind.

By the time she reached the bottom of the steps, Jennifer could hear the small kitchen fill with upheaval. Shouting and a struggle could be heard from the other side of the yard. 

Jennifer didn’t bother looking back as she darted into the woods. She knew that her husband had been captured. It was all up to her, Jennifer thought. She needed to get past the line. It was the only way to regain her magic, the only way to save her family. Jennifer plowed deeper into the woods.

The first tree she ran by tore at her hair with its long stringy branches. Jennifer cried out in pain as she tumbled and fell, skinning her knees and losing her wand.  She desperately searched for it unsuccessfully until she finally gave up and rushed into the woods. Her scream had alerted the Witch Hunters, and they were now after her. Jennifer panted as she weaved around trees and bushes. The slippery floor covered in damp leaves and moss made it difficult for her to run in her night slippers. She cried hopelessly, not knowing where she was heading. Jennifer was confused and frightened. She no longer knew which way was straight or how far was the line.  

Cut, bruised, and exhausted, Jennifer slowed down. She couldn’t run any further. She leaned against a large tree trunk and sank into hopelessness. 

Not far away, she heard the barking of huge dogs tearing through the woods. Frantic, Jennifer pulled herself up. She thought of her children and found the strength to go on. Jennifer followed her hunch. She tried to remain focused as she pushed onward, even though the hunting hounds drew closer every second. Jennifer lunged deeper and deeper through the woods until she felt it. It was sudden and exhilarating, filling every cell of her body with energy. Jennifer felt her magic.

The dogs bounded through the bushes and around the trees. Three massive beasts bearing long teeth plunged at Jennifer. She turned instantly, pronouncing, Stupefactus!

It took only a second before the three animals dropped in their tracks unconscious.  

The whizzing sound startled Jennifer. Her ankle instantly burned and hurt. The tug knocked her off her feet as Jennifer fell hard on her back. Startled, she tried to stand, but another tug pulled her back. She felt her legs lose it as half her body was dragged back across the line. She was captured. Jennifer grabbed a branch from a nearby bush. The next tug of whatever it was that was wrapped around her leg buried into her skin. Jennifer cried out. She held on tight to the branch. Focus, she told herself, but it was impossible. Another yank, and Jennifer felt her skin break. Jennifer screamed, letting go as her body slid back. Her magic was gone. There was no more pulling or tearing. The Witch Hunters had caught their prey as Jennifer lay on the wet ground defeated.

A small group of men dressed in dark military outfits approached Jennifer. Their faces covered only their eyes revealed that they were Folk. To Jennifer, they were demons. The flashlights they held cast bright lights up and down the captured witch’s body, searching for a weapon—two colored red glowing dots aimed at the target’s chest. 

Jennifer turned away. She closed her eyes, resigning to her fate.

Search her pockets. The command came from a tall, steadfast soldier that approached from the other direction.

The soldier closest to the witch cautiously approached, lowering his weapon to his side. Jennifer hated guns or rifles. Just seeing one made her skin crawl. She looked into the man’s eyes intensely. He glared back. What would he really be like if he didn’t carry his rifle on his side? Undoubtedly, not brave enough to search her.   The soldier bent down and moved his gloved hands slowly up Jennifer’s body. The others laughed and made inappropriate comments underneath their masks. Jennifer wanted to scratch his eyes out, but she knew that would make matters worse. The man finally reached into her pocket and retrieved a small mirror. He held it up for the others to see.

Bring it to me. the commanding soldier demanded.

The small pocket mirror was tossed to him. With little effort, the commander caught it. He smiled underneath his dark mask at the reflection in the dirty glass.

Why are you doing this? Jennifer asked bravely.

The commander brought the mirror down to his side. You’re a witch. He responded coldly. 

But we never did anything to you, Jennifer said. Why?

Your time has come, witch. The commander stepped closer. How long did your kind think you could survive amongst us? Forever...I don’t think so. You’ve survived long enough.

A ruffle in the bushes announced the arrival of another soldier. He approached the commander and waited to be recognized.  

What is it, soldier? The commander continued his gaze upon Jennifer.

Everything is ready, General.

The General didn’t respond. He continued studying Jennifer before he finally spoke. Bring her; let’s get this over with now. We have more work to do tonight.

Two soldiers hoisted Jennifer up. She tried to struggle, but it was useless. One of the dark assailants slapped her with the back of his hand, and she slumped over broken.  

Jennifer was dragged behind the General through the woods for only a short distance when they entered a clearing. Jennifer recognized it at once. Their house stood solitary in the middle of the clearing.  It was dark and silent. Windows were broken, doors smashed in. Less than thirty minutes ago, she had tucked her children into bed and kissed them goodnight when everything went dark. That was when the madness began. Jennifer dropped her head and cried. Not because she didn’t escape. It was what she saw next.

Jennifer was dragged to a large wooden pole that stood close to the house supported by a wooden stand that resembled the same type used on Christmas trees. Tied to the post was her husband severely beaten. His head hung over his chest bleeding. Jennifer feared that he was dead. She then hoped that he was. Jennifer didn’t struggle as they tied her to the same post. She called out to Oliver softly as they bound her hands and legs with a sturdy rope. Oliver lifted his head as he turned his body around to his wife. Oliver was gross to look at. His face was swollen and bruised. His mouth bled as well as his broken nose. Tears rolled down Jennifer’s face as she gazed tenderly at her husband.  

Two soldiers approached, carrying large flaming torches. Jennifer shuddered at the thought, immediately realizing their fate.  

Why? Jennifer cried.

We need your ashes. The General barked. It stripes your kind of your magic.

Jennifer gasped.  

Oliver reached out and took his wife’s hand into his. He leaned his head back and whispered into her ear. Be brave, dear. The children escaped.

Jennifer sighed. There was some comfort in his words. The thought of their children safe gave her the strength to endure what followed. She would gladly die for her children.

The General gave the signal, and the torches were brought down, igniting the wooden base. The heat immediately engulfed the young couple. Jennifer gripped her husband’s hands. The pain she felt was like nothing she ever encountered. Jennifer closed her eyes and bit her tongue. She prayed that it would be over soon.

The General watched in attention as well as the rest of his team. The blaze reflected off the side of the house as silhouette shadows of the Witch Hunters danced across the clearing. The General let the small mirror slip from his hand and drop upon the dry grass. Then with one swift move, he cracked it into tiny pieces with his boot.

*

The image disappeared.

Agent Dawn Wigbee turned away, her body rigid, her arms crossed over her chest tightly. She felt her chest tightened and her knees tremble.  

Chief Salazar leaned back in his chair, speechless, staring up into the ceiling. He hoped to find an answer to just one of his many questions. How did we get here?

Beifar Mahgo dropped his head as he leaned over in his chair and stared into the carpet. He couldn’t think or focus as all this attention was on his two boys. He needed to keep his boys safe.

Secretary of Magic, Geoffrey Potts, was a tall man. He stood firm at the end of the table, holding the same small pocket mirror out so that the others could see its reflection. Its broken pieces were replaced with magic. His long bright red robe reached down to the floor. An expensive black business suit with a black shirt and tie peeked underneath the garments. He cleared his throat as he brought the mirror down and set it gently upon the table. 

We’re running out of time, my friends. The Secretary of Magic finally said. I need you to find out immediately who this General is. On this same night, four other wizardry homes were attacked. We won’t be able to contain this any longer. He must be stopped.

What about the President? Salazar asked.

Find the children. Secretary Potts said. I need those children to prove to the President that we’re being hunted. He won’t accept just a reflection in a mirror. He’ll require proof. Please hurry.

Salazar, Wigbee, and Beifar turned to the Secretary. There was a faint FLASH, and the Secretary of Magic was gone

CHAPTER 2

THE GATHERING

JINK IT UP! was the event that finally brought Andrew and Brendan Mahgo out of their slump.  

It was two weeks after Halloween. Ana Mahgo was dead, and Marcelin High School for Boys was no longer accepting Wizardry students. Andrew was concerned about graduation and college, and Kate broke up with Brendan at no fault of his. The first two weeks after Halloween were awful. Both boys just went about their daily routines with no energy or focus. After all that, everything changed, and it wasn’t for the better. The outside world was different. Beifar was barely ever home, off somewhere every day. However, to the two brothers, none of that really mattered. Yes, all those things were important. However, they had more pressing matters to deal with - their teenage life. It was ruined.

Marcelin High School changed, or was it the Mahgo brothers?  Regardless, as much as they tried, Andrew and Brendan didn’t feel they belonged any longer. They didn’t fit in. They still associated with their Folk friends and the same teachers and classes, but there was no magic. Anything that was related to magic was gone. Even Professor Coppernicus was gone. Several times Andrew and Brendan wished to find him back in his classroom, but there was always a substitute teacher in his place. The portals no longer operated. The portal door to the janitor’s room or the bathroom stalls, or the portal to Coppernicus’ tower was operative. All magic was canceled as promised by Mister Schipino. Every day fewer Wizardry students could be found in the school. Every day, school became more monotonous.

Almost all of Andrew’s flight teammates and Brendan’s Wizardry classmates transferred to Southern School of Magic. So much was changing that it was difficult for the Mahgo brothers to manage. It was evident by just looking at them. 

With every day that passed, their appearance grew sloppy, carless, withdrawn. They stopped associating with anyone else, didn’t care to attend any after-school activities, and even decided to boycott the big rival basketball game against Ignatius Preparatory School for Boys.  

On top of everything else, their Folk friends, Nick and Musa, began to shun them. It started a few days before the basketball game. Andrew and Brendan were home shooting around the basketball in the backyard when Nick and Musa came over unexpectedly.  

Hey, bro, what’s going on? Musa said as he greeted Brendan with a fist pound followed by a hug. I miss you. Where you guys been hanging out?

Andrew greeted Nick and Musa with the same pound, followed by a hug.

Here, Brendan answered, emotionless.  

That doesn’t sound like you two? Nick said. We came by to check up on you guys and see what’s going on?

You guys going to the big game? Musa asked.

Andrew just stood at the top of the key, dribbling the basketball slow, monotone pace.

Don’t think so. Brendan shrugged.

Nick and Musa glanced at each other concerned.

What about the pep rally tomorrow after school? Nick asked Andrew.

Andrew shook his head no. He took the shot and missed it. The ball bounced off Brendan’s hand, and Nick caught it.

What’s the matter with you guys? Nick asked passionately. You guys are nowhere. It’s like you’ve got the plague or something. We never see you anymore?

It’s complicated, Andrew barked.

What’s complicated? Nick pressed.

Listen, Nick, things have changed, and we, well, need time to think it over. Brendan tried to explain but knew it sounded lame.

What’s changed? I swear you two have gotten weirder, or you just don’t want to hang with us anymore? Nick shot the basketball hard against the backboard sending it bouncing past everyone. Which one is it?

It has nothing to do with you, Andrew said.

If you’re staying away from us…from me, it does have to do with me. Nick snapped. I thought we were best friends? I thought we could tell each other everything, and it would always be cool? What happened to that? Nick glared at Andrew and then Brendan.

I did tell you everything, Andrew said. I’ve told you everything from the beginning, you just don’t remember it, and I’m over it. I’m done.

Dude, what are you talking about? Musa stepped in.

Forget about it. Nick huffed. I’m over it too. If you don’t want to hang with me anymore, just say it.

Andrew glanced at Brendan teary-eyed. Andrew wanted to remind Nick how they fought Lord Alex and how brave he was for risking his life. Andrew wanted to express his appreciation of Nick’s friendship and was indebted for assisting in freeing his mother and brother. He wanted nothing more than to prove to Nick that he was a wizard. Even if it meant jumping on his broom and flying around the lake just to prove to Nick that they were wizards. But what good what all that do? Nick’s memory would be altered and forgotten later. Nick’s memory would be altered repeatedly. It was useless. Andrew and Brendan didn’t answer.

Fine, Nick spat. I’m over it too. Come on, Musa, we’re out of here. I told you this was a bad idea. We’re done.

That was the last time the two brothers spoke to their friends. It was painful at first. The Mahgo brothers couldn’t understand why. No matter what they did afterward to appease their friends, it didn’t matter. They received no response in return. Finally, they concluded that Nick and Musa were probably under the same manipulative hex that Kate suffered. Someone wanted the Folk of the school to stop associating with the Wizardry. It was working, and by the end of the two weeks, Andrew and Brendan found themselves without any Folk friends. It was regrettable to admit, but they also wanted to transfer out of Marcelin High School by the end of two weeks.

It was Anthony Eevora who first mentioned Jinx It Up! 

They were sitting together in the cafeteria during lunch with a few remaining Wizardry students. They gathered every day during breaks to find support amongst each other. The news of Jinx It Up! was immediately well received. It was the first time that the Mahgo brothers ever heard of the event. Anthony explained it with a rare excitement that was contagious. No wizard from Marcelin High School ever attended Jinx it Up! It was an outstanding opportunity for Marcelin High School to be recognized and remembered in the Wizardry community. If nothing came out of it to save the school for Wizardry, it at least was the perfect way to leave the school, known forever as the wizards that captured the Jinx it Up! Tournament. 

It was Andrew who seemed the most excited about the tournament. He drilled Anthony with questions during lunch and throughout the rest of the day. It seemed simple enough. Wizarding teams would battle it out in an elimination process until the remaining two competed for the final trophy. Simple enough, thought Andrew.  

What do we have to do? Andrew finally asked.

A small basket of fries moved across the table from Rafi’s tray to Brendan as he spoke.

Did you do that? Rafi laughed.

Brendan nodded, yes.

How did you do that? Andrew asked, surprised.

We don’t learn that till our senior year, Rafi exclaimed.

I just know. Brendan shrugged. What’s the big deal?

What’s the big deal? Rafi said. You’re awesome. You just did a mental spell. I wish I knew how to do that.

Andrew gawked at Brendan.

What? Brendan addressed Andrew. "Last year, you feared roller coasters, and like now, you’re the best flier on the team. So, I can’t be a good wizard?’

Perform wizarding. Anthony interrupted. Each year, it’s different, so I don’t know what the events or event will be. But, whatever it is, each year, the tournament always includes the same theme; the four elements.

Andrew gulped. He glanced at Brendan, who hesitated from chewing on the French fries in his hand. They both thought the same thing, Professor Coppernicus.

Earth, Water, Fire, and Air are always a part of the games. Anthony continued. For example, if it involves Air, broom flight is almost always the challenge. It might be a relay race or something like that. If it’s Water, you know it might involve a lake or the ocean or something else.

What’s something else? Brendan interrupted.

Well, it could also be a creature that symbolizes the element, Anthony said slowly. One year, Fire was a challenge with a dragon. One entire team was burned up and eaten.

Are you kidding me? Brendan choked on his fries.

Yeah, it was so cool, Rafi interjected. He was sitting next to Anthony, a bright-eyed wizard with puffy curly hair and a bright smile. I saw the highlights on MNN, gruesome, but the Central team wasn’t favored, so it wasn’t a biggie.

Oh my God, that’s terrible, Andrew remarked.

So, it all depends on what’s the challenge. Anthony regained everyone’s attention.

I say we do it, Rafi stated.

Andrew glanced back at his little brother. Yeah, so do I.

What? Are you crazy? This is so unlike you. Brendan poked Andrew on the forehead. Is this Andrew, my brother, the chicken?"

Anthony and the other boys laughed.

I say we do it for Marcelin. Andrew continued.  

Yeah, Rafi smiled.

Listen, it’s our last year here. Not even that. By Christmas, we’ll probably all be gone. No one will ever remember us after that. We probably won’t even come out in the yearbook, let alone go to prom. 

Andrew paused for a moment as the words stung. I say we do it so that they’ll all remember. Besides, what better way to start a new school than being the national champions of Jinx it Up! We’ll easily be accepted by everyone at Southern. Yeap, I say we do it. Who’s with me?

Rafi’s arm shot straight up. Besides, what’s the worse that can happen? He added. If it’s too tough for us, we just quit.

Anthony seconded the idea and committed to being the third player.

No one else took on the challenge; no one else, including Brendan.

Andrew gave him a slight elbow to the rib cage.

I don’t want to be gulped by a dragon, alright, Brendan complained as he rubbed his side.

We need a captain, Andrew said with a grin.

You want me to be the captain? Brendan said, surprised and flattered.

Andrew, Anthony, and Rafi nodded yes.  

You’re an excellent wizard, Brendan, and in the last couple of weeks, you’ve gotten better. I don’t understand how since we don’t have magic class anymore. Rafi shrugged.

Brendan was speechless for a moment as he felt buttered up and obligated. It worked. He raised his arm over his head and shouted, Jinx it Up!

No one in the cafeteria noticed the excitement that unfolded at the Wizardry table. The Folk students continued their lunch, discussing whatever teenagers discuss when they gather together for a meal. No one paid attention to talk of flying brooms or mythical creatures accompanied by exaggerated spells or long, complicated chants. No one recalled the event that took place less than two weeks ago during the Halloween dance. No one saw, no one cared, no one remembered.  

*

Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. The name imparted chills to anyone familiar with its haunting tale. The same was true for the Wizardry. 

Mist clung to the damp earth as it covered the yard in an eerie stillness. No Folk dared venture out into the darkness in fear of spirits that tormented the evenings. Even the Wizardry favored never to journey through the protective gates that kept intruders away or climb over the surrounding stonewall meant to keep the dammed from escaping. The half-lit moon dared peek behind grey clouds, providing a slight glimpse of light upon the ancient tombstones and marble statues. Legends of death, evil, and the undead plagued these grounds. 

Only the foolish soul that longed to test the cursed would dare enter Sleepy Hollow Cemetery or those that desired to reside with the deceased. Gnarled trees with tangled limbs served as evening sentinels warning anyone who risked trespassing that the lifeless awaited them. Afflicted spirits emerged from their agonizing rest to wander through the yard in hopes of finding someone to torment. The haunted took pleasure in haunting and woo to any lost soul they happened to come upon.  

A sinister wizard stood quiet for a moment. His dark robes covered his head so that only the shadow of his face stared back at anyone who dared look upon him. In his hand, he clutched his wand as it trembled slightly. He neither spoke nor moved. He waited.

The appearance of an evil wizard is unlike that of any wizard. Something travels with them that is cruel. Their apparition is dark, accompanied by shadows that give way to the figure shrouded in black robes. The air stale, choking. The second dark wizard appeared beside the first.

Spoon, I’m surprised to find you here. The second wizard spoke hidden underneath a large hood. His face was also concealed.

Why are you surprised, Rocffer? Spoon hissed. 

I have proven myself worthy to my lord.

Because you are a coward, Spoon. The dark wizard pointed to Spoon’s wand. Scared of a little ghost tale, are you? Maybe your head will be next on the horseman’s sword.

Spoon returned his wand underneath his cloak, embarrassed by the remark.

The mist parted just enough for another dark wizard to appear. Then another followed by one more. Five dark wizards stood in a partial circle. Around them, ancient tombstones served as barriers to others. A small fox took refuge underneath a knotted root, its bright eyes glowing in the shadows.  

Rocffer, is that you? The third dark wizard spoke underneath his dark hood. And Spoon...I never would have thought.

I earned it, Orion, just as much as you have. Spoon spat.

The other three dark wizards laughed at Spoon. 

Yeah, you earned it as much as my wife will when I am selected one of the six. Spoke the fourth dark wizard.

They all laughed.

The only reason you’re here, Spoon, is because of your political experience, Rocffer said.  

Two more dark wizards materialized into the surrounding mist. The hidden fox recoiled deeper into the root.

Argggggg! growled the fifth dark wizard. He was a large man standing taller than the others and double their size. It feels good to be summoned. He stretched out his arms and howled into the night. Let’s go crush some Folk.

Why were you summoned? Rocffer spoke so that all could hear him. You have no business here, Rowr. You’re a brainless murderer. The others agreed.

I was summoned because I enjoy killing. Rowr stepped out of the circle and approached Rocffer. I can kill anytime, anyplace, and anyone, including you.

Rocffer reached into his cloak and withdrew his wand.  He jabbed it quickly underneath Rowr’s chin, somewhere hidden underneath his hood. Rowr growled quietly.

The mist violently swirled about in the center of the circle into a mass of nothing. Then from within, an image appeared taking shape until Lord Alex stood in their midst. He wore his long, thick cloak that hung past his ankles. Immediately everyone bowed before him except for Rocffer and Rowr. Animosity amongst my circle? Lord Alex hissed. I cannot have that.

Rowr withdrew slowly and took his place back in the circle, never taking his gaze off Rocffer.  

I summon who I chose. Lord Alex barked.  

Rocffer quickly returned his wand and bowed low. Forgive me, my lord.

Rowr stood taller than before, holding his head up high.  

Bow before your lord! Lord Alex commanded Rowr.

The huge man hesitated at first but then bowed before his master.  

Lord Alex looked upon them one by one as he enjoyed the reverent display. 

It is good that you honor me. I am the last sorcerer, and the power of the flames is mine to weld as I please. Rise.

The six dark wizards rose. They stood in a circle around Lord Alex, each anxious and determined to serve their master for the chance to be selected as one of the final six. The interview for a wizard finally commenced.

The fates have been good to us, my friends. Lord Alex spoke slowly. "My plan is moving along beautifully. The people are frightened. The enemy is distracted, and I now possess the most fantastic prize. 

It’s the perfect time for us to move in. 

Yes, the fates have been very good to us. The time has come for the age of Folk to end and the era of Wizardry to commence. We have lived in silence much to long. We have allowed the weak to govern. We have given in to lies and deceit. No longer! 

We are closer than ever. 

Already I have in my ownership two ancient relics that will enable us to quickly move forward. Wealth will not be an obstacle, nor will events outside of our reach. As if the gods themselves encourage our progress. We are but a grasp away from the grand prize...the Secret."

The six dark wizards murmured amongst themselves.

My lord, Rocffer dared speak, the Secret has been lost for centuries. Its location has never been known. Not even the Alchemists know of its whereabouts. How have you...

The Alchemists lied. Lord Alex interrupted. "They do know of the location, loyal Rocffer. By chance or by fate, I unearthed an alchemist. Now I possess the resting place of the four elements. 

Yes, time will now turn in our favor. 

By Halloween next year, the reign of the Folk will be no longer. They will come to fear us, worship us as gods. And you, my loyal associates, you will rule by my side as the six sorcerers. We will once again form the Circle of Seven. 

The Society of Seven Sorcerers will rise from the ashes and rule."

There was no response from the six dark wizards. They stood in attention as their leader spoke.

Lord Alex reached into his cloak and revealed four scrolls individually tied with a black satin strip. Proudly he approached Rocffer and handed him a scroll. Then the Last Sorcerer strolled over to the other three dark wizards to Rocffer’s right and gave each a scroll. Slowly he moved back into the center of the circle. Each of you is of great value to the Society. Spoon, your political experience will be of great benefit to me. I want you to make the announcement at once to the press precisely as instructed, exactly, do you understand?

Spoon nervously nodded yes.

Rowr, I have several special assignments for you. First, I have a list of names that I need...eliminated. Do it cleanly and leave no clues.

Rowr smiled, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

I have an urgent task for you four. Lord Alex addressed Rocffer, Orion, and two others. I have been able to develop the perfect plan with the aid of the Nostradamus medallion. I have seen the future and know what to expect. Our enemies will fall. Folk will bow before us, and a new order will arise, our order, The Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers. Nothing and no one can stop us now. Your scroll will indicate where you need to go and how to proceed on the given date and time. On that date, you will bring me the elements. Do what you want with whomever or whatever stands in your way. Just bring me the elements to the designated place. If you succeed, your deed will be completed, and you will be initiated. The reward, my friends, is that we will rule together.

What about this one? Rowr pointed to the last dark figure that arrived, smaller and thinner than the others. Who is he?

She, Lord Alex clarified. I’m not ready to reveal who she is to you or anyone else. Her mission is known only to me.

I don’t like working with women, Rowr growled.  They’re soft and weak. You can’t trust them.

Lord Alex turned and gazed impatiently upon Rowr. Pity

Rowr unexpectedly felt a wand jab in the neck. He tried to pull back, but it was too late.

"Abeo Modo!"

Her words were cold and calculated.

Rowr dropped immediately as he fell to his knees and then onto his side. He was dead.

Lord Alex stepped away, disgusted. He waved his hand, and the ground underneath Rowr opened, swallowing him whole. As quickly as it occurred, it was over. There was no trace of Rowr. He became a permanent tenant of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.  

Another swirl of darkness emerged through the mist. 

Where once Rowr stood, now appeared another dark wizard covered in black underneath a large hood. His identity was concealed to all, and none dared ask.

I’ll be quick about this. Lord Alex pointed at the new arrival. I want you to exterminate the President of The United States of America and the Secretary of Magic!

The newest arrival bowed low, accepting his task. His hand stretched for a moment from underneath his garments, revealing an odd ring that caught Rocffer’s attention.

Lord Alex smiled confidently. The mist encircled him, and he was gone.

The witch was the first to leave after Lord Alex, then the assassin. Spoon followed, leaving the four alone holding the scrolls. 

Rocffer pulled back his hood as he faced the others. He was an extremely handsome man with a strong chin and a perfect nose. His eyes darted back and forth to the three, but they didn’t dare remove their hoods. Rocffer nodded. He couldn’t trust them, he thought. Then, one after another, they vanished, leaving Rocffer alone.  

The small fox cautiously emerged from its hiding place, its bright eyes wide and scared. Slowly it approached Rocffer until she finally took full shape. She was dressed in a long red cloak with long tangled salt and pepper hair; a pair of thin silver glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She reached into her cloak and withdrew her wand. She was much shorter than Rocffer, with pointy ears and large bright eyes that danced behind her glasses.

Is it safe? she asked.

It will never be safe again, Rocffer answered softly. He turned and faced the witch.  You heard him. He’s gone mad. This isn’t what I expected. Time is running out, Bego. You must warn the others.

Please be careful. Bego nodded and tapped her head with her wand.  

FLASH! She was gone.

Rocffer then carefully untied the scroll. He read it carefully before he brought his wand to it. A bright light consumed the parchment. Rocffer let it drop. Before the small fireball reached the ground, Rocffer vanished.  

The silent mist hurriedly crawled over the area where the dark wizards met. Hissing and pulsating until it became one thick blanket. There was no trace that they ever gathered at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. 

Nor was there a clue that Rowr was now six feet under the ground. Only the spirits that haunted the graves could attest to the event, and in the world of Folks, spirits are nothing more than fantastic fairy tales.  

CHAPTER 3

THE PLAN

Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store was unusually quiet. Only a slight green glow barely filled the storeroom casting faint shadows across the bare floor and walls. Jesse Alexander sat legs crossed across from Lord Bane’s crystal ball. That was all the merchandise left of Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store. No one would ever guess that this was once the number one rated outlet store for the Wizardry world. In fact, if not for the sign that still hung outside, no one would ever guess that this was a store. Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store appeared more abandoned than inhabited. It was run down and dirty, and hard to believe that this was once a thriving store.

Jesse sighed deeply. He stared into the crystal ball, entranced by the image that only he could see. His eyes grew heavy as he struggled to stay awake. His cell phone rang twice, but he chose to ignore it. Unconsciously, Jesse shifted his weight and then settled back down.

The mist within the crystal ball swirled rapidly, taking the form of people and places. There was no telling what was going on underneath the solid orb, but Jesse knew. He understood everything.

Unexpectedly, the front door rattled as someone on the other side knocked. Jesse ignored it. Impatiently, the person on the other side tapped again. Jesse never even bothered turning or acknowledging that someone was there.

Open up, Jesse, it’s me, Rob!

Jesse stared, mesmerized, into the crystal ball.

I know you’re in there. I know what you’re up to. I figured it out, and it’s not your fault, Jesse. You can’t keep blaming yourself. Let me in, will ya? Rob pounded on the door again. This ain’t normal, ya know. Folks around here are gonna talk.

Jesse blinked once, then continued studying the images that flashed before him.

All right then. I’m gonna go get the cops. Rob shouted. I’m gonna go tell them what I know, and they’ll break this door down.

Jesse heard Rob climb down the steps and leave. He didn’t care. Nothing mattered now except what the crystal ball was revealing. Then something happened that made Jesse sit up. He quickly jumped to his feet, drawing closer to the image. Jesse smiled. He found what he was looking for. He reached out nervously and placed both hands on the glass. Immediately, the vision stopped. Jesse then reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed one number and waited.

On the other end, someone answered.

Hi, it’s me, Jesse. We have a problem. Yes, I found it. Alright, I’ll be right there. Jesse hung up his cell and shoved it back into his pocket.

The mist inside the crystal ball slowly faded, leaving Jesse standing in the dark. He pulled back his long hair as he turned and headed toward the front door. The small bell rang as he opened and shut the door behind him, stopping to lock it with his key.

Will you be returning soon? The doorknocker asked.

I don’t know…. Jesse answered without turning to face it. Jesse was fond of the Mahgo brother’s gift. With the head of a vicious dragon, the enchanted brass doorknocker was supposed to guard Alivan’s Wizard and Witches Corner Store. But it was more like an overprotective grandmother. It always warned Jesse to take an umbrella if it appeared to rain, or a jacket if it was chilly, or why he was out so late at night. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Do me a favor, and don’t tell anyone that I’m gone, especially Rob, and don’t let anyone inside.

You have my word, but if I may add, Master Jesse. The doorknocker lowered its dragonhead sadly.

I don’t want to hear it.

Master Rob was correct, sir. It’s not your fault, sir.

Jesse ignored the statement and turned away.

Master Rob is a very loyal friend. The dragon knocker continued. I think you can trust him.

I do.

Will you be home late? The dragon knocker couldn’t help asking.

The streets of Mount Dora were quiet, empty...eerie. A slight mist hung over the town, sucking the color out of everything. Something wicked arrived at Mount Dora. Something wicked was everywhere. Jesse skipped down the front steps, through the tiny front yard, across the street, and straight toward the streetlight. Taking a deep breath, he focused. Pictured in his mind where he was going, and then stepped through the portal.

The next step Jesse took brought him back to a place he hadn’t visited in weeks. Standing before him was a short oriental woman dressed in a red gown. Luli smiled from ear to ear. Behind Jesse was a huge looking glass that served as a portal decorated with golden fairies, vines bearing huge flowers intertwined and reaching out the edges.

Welcome, back, Jesse. I’m delighted to see you again.

Jesse didn’t smile. He looked around the room apprehensively, waiting for more, but none was given.

What do we do now? Jesse finally said.

You need to go back, Luli answered. You’re no good here. I warned you not to let Lord Alex get the items, remember. I warned you and the wizard. She shook her finger at Jesse. You saw what happened. Well, you need to go back.

I saw it, Jesse admitted. You were right. I didn’t listen... I’m sorry.

That is usually the case, Luli said. Oh, well, there is nothing we can do about that now. What you must do is very tricky, very tricky. If you mess up again...

Remind me again and tell me why me? Jesse turned around and stared at his reflection in the looking glass. Jesse appeared tired and defeated. His arms hung at his side, almost reaching his knees. He was thinner than he remembered, with dark circles underneath his eyes that made him look sick. Maybe he was ill? Jesse felt exhausted. He couldn’t sleep well at all. He was barely eating, and it apparently showed. His shoulders slumped forward, his hair greasy and long, and his skin white like milk.

Because you, Jesse, are the one. Remember what the witch Tula said to you. It would be up to you to stop Lord Alex. You had the chance, and you didn’t take it. You didn’t want to help. That was when it all changed. You were supposed to go and help. Besides, you are a Folk. Luli snapped. No wizard will suspect a Folk, and you are a smart Folk who knows the way of the Wizardry. I told you this already. Why do you continue to ask me?

Because I don’t want it to be me…. Jesse’s voice trailed off.

It’s too late for that now, Jesse. Luli drew closer. I understand why you are sad, but now is the time to act. I already explained the plan to you, do you remember it.

Jesse nodded, yes.

Luli reached into her robe and retrieved a switchblade. The handle was black and heavy. Good, take this with you. You will need it.

Jesse took the switchblade and pressed the release. The blade sprang immediately, surprising Jesse. It was sharper than any Jesse ever saw. He was extremely cautious returning the blade and then shoved it inside his jean’s pants back pocket. Then Luli gave him a slight push, and Jesse stepped closer to the looking glass.

Take a deep breath, Jesse Alexander, and focus.