Anything you recognize from Sorcerer's Apprentice does not belong to me

Chapter One

Warning: This story will contain spanking and spoilers for the movie

Author's note: This is my first SORCERER'S APPRENTICE fic, but not my first fanfiction fic. I've written some for Harry Potter and Star Wars, but never one about the Sorcerer's Apprentice until now. Hope you enjoy.

David "Dave" Stutler was a typical ten year old on a field trip with his classmates. He had a massive crush on Becky, a girl in his class who was always kind to him. But of course he would never admit that except to his closest friend. As his teacher was talking about safety on the roads, he tugged out a note out of his bag, scribbled down, Check one. I would like to be David's friend - boyfriend.

Becky smiled at him and jotted down something before sticking it onto the place she was sitting on and hurried off with the group as they stood up. David ran toward the note and was about to pick it up when the wind blew it away. "Hey!" he shouted, and began to run after him, ignoring the yells of his friend. A man on a bike rolled over it and the note stuck to the tire. Dave chased after it desperately. He had to know what Becky had written.

"No! Lady!" he shouted as a lady walking her dog unstuck it from her dog's paw and tossed it away. Dave scrambled after it, panting. It blew toward a store and he read, "Arcana Cabana." The note was stuck to the small opening where the mail was sent through. Dave grabbed it when it blew into the shop. With a sigh, he opened the door and shuffled inside.

There were dusty and old stuff that looked like they were hundreds and hundreds of years old were in the store. He eyed an old antique and scratched at it, trying to wipe the dust off but it had hardened and rusted. He picked it up, curious, when it fell to the ground. A plate clattered to the ground, then a skull. Dave scrambled back and knocked over another old antique when hands stopped it.

The man had shoulder-length dark brown hair and blue eyes that were tinged with a bit of green. He eyed Dave, then said softly, "The second emperor of the ...(not sure what he said, sorry) locked his least favourite wife in this urn. For ten years. To the day, they say you open it up, the same thing will happen to you."

Dave wasn't sure if he was scolding him or not, but he stammered, "I-I'm sorry. I'm looking for this note. Have you seen it? It blew into your store."

"A note?"

"It blew into your store," Dave repeated. "It-it was just a ... a coi-"

"Coincidence?" the man said in his soft tone.

Dave nodded. "Yeah. It was just a coincidence."

The man turned around, his trench coat flapping as he did so. "I have something I'd like to show you, Dave."

"How'd you know my name was Dave?" Dave asked.

"Because I can read minds!" The man turned around and Dave started. It was the first time he had seen this stranger raise his voice. The man raised and eyebrow, then said, "It's on your backpack."

Dave spun and spun, trying to see if he had a nametag on his bag. The man strode away and said, "Come over here, Dave."

Dave stopped and walked over slowly. The man set a box in front of him and opened it. It revealed a small silver dragon. Dave eyed it curiously. "This is very special. And if it likes you, you may keep it."

Dave hesitated, then stuttered, "I'd better not. My teacher said I couldn't be gone for long. She knows I'm here." He tried to give his most casual shrug.

"You're a bad liar, Dave," the man said, his eyebrow quirking and he gave a slight nod. "That's good."

"Uh ..." Dave turned and quickly headed toward the door, only for them to creak and shut. "Oh, boy," he whimpered, then turned around and headed back. He took the dragon from the man's palm and placed it on his own. It remained frozen for a few moments, then shook its head and flapped its wings. Dave started, eyes widening. The dragon scrambled across to his right index finger and coiled its tail around his finger, tucked its head and wings in, then froze once more. It was a dragon ring.

Dave stared at it, not noticing that the man drew in a deep breath. "No way," he whispered.

"I have been searching ..." The man said, walking slowly around the counter separating them. "A very long time. Magically, here you are. That ring on your finger means something to you. It means you're going to be a very important sorcerer one day." He paused, eyed Dave, then continued. "And your first lesson begins right now, with your very own Encantus." His voice grew a tiny bit sterner, and said, "Do not move, do not touch anything."

The man gave him a stern look before heading off somewhere, his trench coat flapping behind him as he rushed down some stairs. Dave, now bored, began to look at the dragon ring around his finger. He moved it a bit to the right, wondering if it would flap its wings again. There was a thumping sound and bits of the wall broke off. Dave frowned and jerked it again. The wall burst and out rolled something that looked similar to a Chinese nesting doll. Frowning, he picked it up when it rippled. He dropped it and it cracked open. A bug came out, then hundreds and hundreds of more. Dave shuddered and scrambled back, breathing harsh. They morphed into a man, a tall man with a round face and big eyes.

"Ah," the man sneered. He eyed Dave, then saw the ring on his hand and chortled. "Ah, this should be good! It seems Balthazar has finally found the one." He grinned in an evil way then sneered, "I will see you soon, Prime Merlinian." And he vanished, going straight through the ceiling.

Dave gasped when footsteps were heard. The owner of the shop clumped up the stairs, looking extremely anxious. "What happened to don't touch anything?" he growled out.

"I didn't mean to!" Dave protested. "There was a man ... he called me a Prime Merlinian, and went straight through the ceiling!"

The man closed his eyes, then said, "The world is in terrible danger." He put his hands on Dave's shoulders. "Dave, you're a sorcerer. You have the blood of Merlin running through your veins, you're a descendant of him. He gave me that very ring around your finger. And now it is my job to train you and get you ready for the final battle."

"The what?" Dave said, frowning.

The man ignored his confusion and continued. "I am Balthazar Blake, sorcerer of the 777 degree. And you, David, are my apprentice."

End of Chapter One

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