Chapter one
Exo-, What?
James hated his life. It was Horrible. Well, he thought it was. James lived with his (as James though, horrible) Uncle. Uncle Fredric loathed James and never really wanted him in his house. James wondered why Uncle Fredric even took him in when he was a baby, because James was just another person to take care of and Uncle Fred hated to take care of people but himself. James was about 5'6 and had dark blue eyes, black as midnight hair that was always messy and the thing he liked most about his appearance was a small, burned in, black star on the back of his hand.
James and Uncle Fredric lived in Colorado in a small house. Uncle Fredric made James do all the work while he watched TV. James didn't mind. He knew that if his Uncle kept this up, he would be to fat to do anything, and James could leave the house.
On a hot summer day, James was sweeping the house when Uncle Fred hollered, "George! HEY GEORGE! GET OVA' HERE!" "My names' not George and what do you want!" he yelled back. "Jus' get over here!" James was not surprised. Uncle Fredric probably wanted him to get the TV remote. He put the broom down, and walked in to the house. There he was. Uncle Fred. A big, lump of a man, with a bald head and beady, black eyes. "You got a letter." He grunted. "But don' get too happy." "Why?" James asked. "Because you can' open it. I already tried." Growled Uncle Fredric. He was right.
When James tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. Not one bit. He pulled with all his might, but it wouldn't even rip a tiny bit. He even tried ripped it in different places. But it was impossible. Why won't it open he thought. "Now go wash the dishes," grumbled Uncle Fred. That's when James saw it. The writing had changed from:
To: James Tek to
Not to be opened till the thenth of July.
"What the" he mumbled. Hmm he thought the third of July. That was dead in a week. He couldn't wait that long. But a week came like that. Soon it was the ninth of July. "Wow" James was thinking "that came fast." He went to bed thinking about the letter all night till he finally went to sleep.
The next morning he bolted up right. "Yes!" He hissed under his breath. He ripped open the letter. He read it over and over again, because he couldn't believe his eyes.
To: James Tek
From: Exonus School of Magic,
You have been chosen to be a student at Exonus's School Of Magic. In order to find the element you control, go to The Holy Magic Hall located on the 3rd wall of Fish n' Fries (touch the 12th brick on the 3rd row on the top)
The supplies you will need are in the list below:
-Your elements color wand.
-Black midnight, Dark blue, and Fire red magician robes.
-Your elements sword and sheath kind.
-These books: Grade One of the Normal Spells, Hexes, Curses, Jinxes, Charms, and Vribrants, Basic Sword Skills, Archery Practice, and Logical Transformation.
-Your Basic and Advanced Element Bow.
-Your arrows will include: 5 death arrows, 15 exploding arrows, 10 fire arrows, 20 lightning arrows, and 50 basic starting arrows.
Student are NOT allowed E-mon balls for Emondic
Note: The Exonus Pegasus will land at Queens River Station: PLatform 13 on August 25th at 10:30 A.M. and leave at 11:00 A.M. All students are required to be on the train on 10:55 A.M.
Then, James went down and showed it to Uncle Fred. At first his uncles' eyes bulged. Then he said "let's see if the time has come. Come on." They went to Fish n' Fries and Uncle Fred walked around to the left wall. He started counting down from the top. Then, to the side. He stopped and touched a brick. James held his breath. Nothing happened. James said, "Can I try?" "Go right ahead, Jay." He grumbled. James reached up and touched the brick.
At first the wall stayed the same, the like a mirage, part of the wall wavered, and then disappeared. But Uncle Fred looked like he didn't see anything. But that didn't mean anything. James didn't think Uncle Fredric meant for himself to hear this but he muttered "Fredric Kently, Friend and Guardian of James Tek." James couldn't believe his ears. Uncle Fred never called him James. "It's time I told you the story." Mumbled Uncle Fredric. "What story?"
"Of how you got that star scar on your hand. Oh, where should I start? Ah yes. You see back in the old days, a dark magician and alchemist named Lord Marvoolric was rising in power. He would take mordales or dales and kill them. Then he moved on to get something. Immorality. He would kill for anything that he thought would get him his goal. Then, no one knows why, but he went after something new. You. It was so strange. He came close three times. The first time your father and mother didn't know. He and one of his Zitherins - his minions - cornered you guys. But his Zitherin was weak and your father beat him over with a disarming charm."
Uncle Fredric stopped for breath and ushered James into the wall. It was amazing. Like a giant hallway with no roof, the place was filled with stores. "And . . . where was I. Ah yes, the second attack happened while your parents were on the run. The evil lord was not happy about the first, failed attack. So this time he came with 4 of his Zitherins. Though ones too. But with your mom running, your father again held them. But only held them. Lord Malvoolric killed your father with a killing Vribrant. The last attack was the strangest of all." They were now standing of to the side of the opening.
"Lord Malvoolric was furious that your parents had escaped though his clutches two times. This time he knew it was just your mother and brought 11 Zitherins. He closed in on your mother and she did her best. She knocked out all but one Zitherin with a single sleeping jinx. Then, with the element of surprise on her side, she shot a knock-out vribrant. Took the Evil Dark-hearted Lord by surprise and was knocked out. But the Zitherin took your mother, but not before she - not meaning too - killed him with a killing charm. The charm rebounded of him and hit Lord Malvoolric, but it was not strong enough to kill him. He was reduced to a spirit that was locked up in Jakabane, the magician prison. But the weird thing is, that you seemed to think of your own accord, and trapped Lord Evil – as I call him – in a prison cage no one's ever seen. No one knows why, but Lord Malvoolric branded you with that scar star, as people call it. The black star used to symbolize him and the Zitherins."
James was beside himself. Uncle Fredric had always told him that his parents had died in a plane crash. "Are you a magician or wizard?" He asked. "No. I'm a Dale," replied his Uncle. "What is that?" "It's someone who has a wizard father or mother, but was not a full born magician. Mordales are people that have un-wizard fathers and mothers. You see them a lot." I'm a magician though James. "Well what are we doing here," Wondered James aloud. "You have gotten your letter, and now I must help you get your new school supplies. Magador says."
"Who's he?" Asked James. "By golly, I didn't tell you?" Uncle Fred exclaimed. "No." "Oh. Well, In Exonus, there are five castles – you're put in one – that have names. Magador, Loonus, Snyth, Kakle, and Pourfeyuse. You see the Magador family runs Exonus. Noah Magador is headmaster right now. Now you get it." James replied, "Yeah. So what's this place?" He gestured around them. "Ah. The is The Holy Magician Hall, of course. And we're here to get your stuff."
They walked over to a huge, gold, grand building. In elegant writing over the top, front, it said, Aceikko's Bank. "What are we doing here?" James asked. "Well don't think that your parents didn't leave you anything." Uncle Fredric Said. "What do you mean?" Asked James, perplexed. "Your parents not only left you all their money, but also, a few magical items, I believe." James was amazed. His parents had left him things. What things wondered James. They both walked in to the bank. It was like a huge lobby. Plush chairs everywhere, along with an assortment of tables.
"How can I help you hum- err, people." Said a low, rich voice. In front of them was a tall elf with pointy ears and a graceful face. "Vault 7,955." Uncle Fredric said. "Do you have the key and password to that vault?" Uncle Fred fished around in his pockets. "Aha. Yes I remember the password and have got the key." James' Uncle said. "Right this way." The elf said. The three of them walked over to a round, silver pad. "Vat 7, 9, 5, 5. Step." Commanded the elf. James stepped first. A woozy feeling overtook him for a second, and then like that, he was pushed off the pad. In front of him was a big, blue-and-purple, round door. Etched around the frame, was the writing, VAULT 7955.
Uncle Fred appeared by James. Then the elf. "TEKINISI!" Hollered Uncle Fredric. A round key hole appeared in the middle of the door. James watched as his uncle inserted the key into the slot. It fit perfectly. Uncle Fred let go of the key, and it spun wildly. First left, then right, then left again. There was a click. Then, the big door opened. Inside was a huge room with colored, crystals everywhere. "Ok, this is magician money. Seven Varda (the red ones) = one Unus. Eleven Unus (the green one's) = one Trifr. And thirty-nine Trifr (the purple ones) = one Azlan (the blue ones). Get it?" Said Uncle Fred. "Yeah I think."
While Uncle Fred was busy getting money, James went over to look at the shelves. There were four things: A gray, hooded sweater, a small purple glove, a tiny, red, round, corked flask, and a simple, sharp, red pencil. "Ah yes. The owners of this vault, Jay and Luna, left these things here. You see, they do different things. The sweater, Jay's, makes whoever is wearing it, when the hood is up, invisible. The glove, Luna's, gives you a 25 mph speed up. The small flask, Jay's, can heal any wound, accept death. And the pencil, Luna's, when taped ten times fast on something, will turn into a school (red) wand." James lifted the sweater. It was very light. He put it on and looked down. He was still there.
But when he lifted the hood and looked down, he was gone. He put the hood down, and picked up the glove. When he touched it, it changed to golden. The elf's eyes got big. "You're an Orydaan?" "What's that?" James asked. The elf chuckled. "An Orydaan is a person who controls all elements. Each element has color. All the Orydaan's color is gold. That glove's color changes to the color of the user's controlled elements. For example, if you were an air element controller the glove would be white." Uncle Fredric came over with his back filled with crystals. One look at the glove, and his eyes got wide. "Trapped Lord Evil and now he's and Orydaan. Great." He mumbled.
"Well, time to go. Got what you want?" James scooped up the things and put them in his pocket. "Yep." "Good. Time to get a sword." They follow the elf out of Aceikko's, and when up the street to a small place called Sturdy Swords. Both walked in and small man said, "welcome, welcome. Have a look around. If you're looking for something, just ask me. I'm Stud by the way." "yeah, were are the Orydaan's swords?" The man's eyes lit up with excitement "Just this way." They followed him to the back of the store to the last shelf. On the shelf were swords of all size, but the same color. A sleek, golden blade, silver cross-guard, and a dark gold grip, including a silver incrusted ruby for a pommel. James picked up one. It was light and swishy. But not his forte.
He put that one down and picked another on up, this one with a skinnier, but thicker blade. It was perfect. It felt like a third part of his arm. When he touched it, it sent gold, silver, and blue sparks out of the point. "Oho! Bravo, m'boy!" Said Uncle Fred. Stud merely smiled. "I'll go get your scabbard, young master." He walked off. In a few minutes he came back holding a silver scabbard, with a golden locket, and chape. "And here it is. Both are 5 Azlan." Uncle Fred gave him the money. "Good bye, young sir." They walked out of the store and went over to a small, but grand store named Borohan's Books. Inside, the place was filled with books. "May I help you, young gentlemen?"A small squat lady had appeared seaming out of nowhere.
"Ah yes. We are looking for these books." Uncle Fredric gave her the list he had written down. "Ah yes. For Exonus School I believe. Right this way." She led them to the stop warehouse. Inside it, the place was filled with boxes to the top. "Over here these boxes-" She picked up one in a small stack. "-Are the Exonus school books for first years. I think that's what you want, by your list." Uncle Fredric took the box, and opened it. After a second, he said, "Yeah. These are them." "Good. Nine unus, please." Uncle Fred gave her the money and then thanked her.
They next went to a big store called Un-Broken Bows & Arrows. When they walked in, a small, but un-seen bell ringed. "I'm coming!" Yelled a voice out of nowhere. "Ah. Hmm. By the looks of it, you're here for a school bow and arrows. I have a supply in the back. Follow me." Said a tall man with dark hair and a wild beard. They followed him to the back and the man showed him a basic and advanced bow. "Your bow should be the color of your element. What's your element?" The man asked. "I'm an Orydaan. So gold, right." The man nodded. "I have a special order of those cause, well Orydaans are rare. I'll go get them. Go right ahead and get your arrows, while I go get your bows.
Some of the arrow tips were weird, James thought. There was one where it looked like someone had taken a tiny human skull, and made the top like a pencil, as sharp as can be. "Death arrows. Give instant death," said Uncle Fredric. Another had spikes all over it. They were exploding arrows. Another one looked like a tiny flame, and they were fire arrows. And a last one looked like a miniature lightning bolt. A lightning arrow. And the normal ones were just plain normal. "I've got them," said the man. James tried them out and they worked fine.
They went and got James' robes, then went to the wand shop. It was a tiny shop called Kinkid's Wands. Inside, it was almost empty. Almost. In the middle was a single tower of 11 boxes. "Good afternoon, young men," said a misty, deep voice. Then, the air fizzled, and a man appeared in front of them. "Ah. So this is our young Orydaan?" He was a tall, thin man, with a graceful face and light blue eyes. "I am Kinkid, master of the Wand."
"Um, hi? We're here for my wand." "You're from Exonus. Yes, yes. Well, I think I have your wand." He pointed his black wand at the top box and muttered under his breath, "Etacom fij difio, loxb.", then the top box zoomed to Kinkid. "Let's see . . . hmm. Ah yes." He pulled out a sleek, shiny, golden wand. "Try this." Kinkid said. James took it and swished it around. As soon as he touched it, it shot red and gold sparks everywhere. "Oho. Nice one. Yes, this wand has chosen you." James looked down. In his hand the letters JT had gotten burned into his wand, right about where you would hold it. "Well know it looks like I'll call you JT now." Said his Uncle. "Let's go." Mumbled JT. They walked out of the store, though the wall and went home. JT strapped the sword onto his black belt. Also he loaded all his new arrows (100 of them) into a strapped black quiver.
That night he lay in his bed thinking about that day. I'm a magician he thought. All his new stuff was awesome. The next day he would load all his stuff into a bag and practice his aim with the few mordale arrows he had. Uncle Fredric turned out to be a sword duelist and wanted to test his skills after 15 years. JT's life was now changed completely. Complexly. "New school," He murmured, then fell asleep.