Chapter One:

"One Sept at a time"

Septimus Heap walked into the bright light of the sun. Wizard Way greeted him with a Magykal feeling. Pie carts and meat carts pushed their way to one side to another. With others walking by they waved and bowed to the young apprentice. Septimus worked his way to the Spit Fyre who was locked up in a dragon house that Catchpole and some others worked on.

Septimus could feel and hear Spit Fyre's heavy breathing, which smelled of a mixture between old pigs feet and rotten cheese. Spit Fyre heard the young apprentice's foot steps. Spit Fyre lifted up his head and yawned.

"Good morn." Septimus said looking at Spit Fyre's long green tail that was about to hit him. Septimus ducked. He opened the doors to let Spit Fyre roam.

"Want to go for a ride?" Septimus petted his dragons nose.

Seconds later, someone was running in a dark cloak toward Spit Fyre. The person didn't see the gigantic dragon till it bumped into Spit Fyre's leg.

"Ouch!" the hood had fell off and revealed a girls face. She had light green eyes and brown hair. Her hair unfolded from her bun and onto her shoulders.

"Watch where you put your dragon!" she yelped. She slid back on her hood. She stood back up and stared at a boy in green robes with blonde strangely hair. Green robes?

"Oh. Sorry apprentice." she didn't bow. "Sorry to, botha' you but I've gotta meet um…" she looked at her wrist. "Ahh. Erm…Silas Heap and Simon Heap. Oh yes. And Sept-I…"

"Septimus. That's how you say my name. What did you want to tell us?"

"That I need your help." the girl walked up to him. One of her eyes were green the other was violet.

"With what?" Septimus looked at Spit Fyre who was sniffing at the girl.

She came closer so that she could whisper in his ear. "I fear something is wrong with me. My…father gave me this ring. And I can't take this off. I found out that the Badlands have lost their princess. I fear that I am the Darke princess. Help me."

Septimus knew he had sensed a Darke presence. "I don't know if I can do anything. We need to Wipe all the Darke Magyk off your cloak."

"You have trusted me! Don't you hate all things Darke?" the girl asked.

Septimus didn't say anything.

"Hello?" the girl touched his shoulder. He still didn't respond.

Then she went in front of him.

"I DO love Darke Magyk!" A dark swirl wrapped around Septimus and the girl felt something was pulling her down into Darkeness.

"LET ME GO!" she screamed.

Septimus laughed as if he had done this before. "I hope you had a great trip to Wizards WAAAY!"

Complete darkness filled the room.

Septimus Heap, thought the girl, just killed me.