While I'm writing this I'm in the nice and sunny Southern parts of France, the sea is close by and its really wonderful weather. Also, I just finished reading Harry Potter book seven, I'm not English myself but I found it a really good story, the ending was good but, in case of any of you that didn't read it yet I won't tell…enjoy the book if you read it and also this next chapter of The Holy Wizard!


The Beginning


'Where are we master Mithrandir?' Valadriel looked around him and saw that they where somewhere in the Academy, though he didn't recognise the room.

'We are in the Training Area for Practical Application of Magic' he said in one breath as he started to walk, pointing left and right there where target dummies, strange magical devises and even some magical and non magical creatures in some state of deep sleep.

Every now and then they came across a wizard or witch that was doing something with magic, some things he recognised as one of their elements or ways but some where strange, unknown to him and even magically weird. It was a long hall that reminded him of the human citadel but then bigger in thousand fold.

'Here is where you can train your magic capabilities and it is also the only place where magic can be used upon others, mainly for security reasons but also because there used to be a so called "Great Book of Pranks" that was crafted by students which you could do with magic…horrible thing; wrote some chapters myself though' he smiled darkly as they moved passed a old man who was creating a golden ball of water while electrocuting it.

'But all of that is not why where here, it is because I want you to meet your sparring partner. You see, every mage is assigned to another to learn, study spar and help the other to gain greater heights in the ways of magic, you are matched trough power and personality will be looked over but is mostly ignored…I myself had an awful partner whom I always argued with, eventually he turned to being a warlock and I had to kill him…but that's another story, ah there she is' he pointed forward, a young lightly brown coloured girl was sitting in a corner with her eyes closed while the air around her was visibly active; she was almost floating.

'Vesuvia, I found you a new sparring partner' Mithrandir walked up to her and held his hand onto the wall of air, immediately she fell down and looked up, a look of anger and joy twinkled in her eyes. 'Finally! You sure took you time didn't you…' she looked around and stood up. 'So, where is she?' she walked past Valadriel and turned around, Valadriel had the blood of a night elf and was rather large for his age but he also had a night elf's aging pattern so he just looked like a 7 year old oversized child.

'HE is standing right next to you' he pointed out Valadriel and they both turned to face each other. Valadriel made a slight bow and raised his hand. 'I'm glad to meet you, my name is Valadriel Saint' she just looked at him for a moment before she turned towards Mithrandir.

'Is this some kind of sick joke you old geezer? I thought we discussed this when I almost killed my last partner with just a simple spell!' her hands caught fire out of anger and she threw a small fireball towards Mithrandir who just smiled as he slapped it away.

'Just try him would you? He has been trained by a good priestess but I think he would be more fit as a mage' she turned around madly and the fire on her hands spread to her arms and shoulders. She saw the little boy smiling suddenly the fire burned out and she began to mutter about letting her emotion loose control over her power again so that it would hurt her.

Valadriel saw her full arms having wounds and swelling and laid his hands close to them as he healed them in the blink of an eye. Suddenly amazed by his power she looked suspiciously at Mithrandir. 'A priest you say? Are you sure he fits better as a mage, I've seen adapt priests on the battlefield that didn't heal as well as that' Mithrandir just nodded as he vanished in a small flash of purple/arcane light.

'So…it's just you and me then?' still looking suspiciously she bends down and grabbed his hand. 'My name is Vesuvia Lightstalker, don't mind the name, long chain of paladins in the family' she smiled a bit uncomfortable as she sat down beside him. 'So you're to match my power?' she looked at him questioning as her eyes widened. 'Are you human or night elf?' she grabbed his ears and felt them for a moment.

'Mum's a elf, dad was one of those adventurers she fell in love with, some warrior I guess, he came to her badly wounded and the rest is obvious I guess…' he smiled back uncomfortable and sat down as well. 'My father left before he knew she was pregnant and I was raised as a to be priest, only the high priestess decided I would fit in better at this kind of magic as she couldn't teach me anything more except experience…but I'm to young for that so I needed to go here' he simply said as he lay down on the hard stone floor, he held up his hand and a small arcane sphere formed in his hand and changed into a bottle, he took a sip and offered her some.

'The High Priestess? Sounds like your one hell of a spell caster' Se lay down as well and stared at the ceiling. 'Alright, we'll just see if your strong enough then shall we?' she got up and looked around, with a flick of her hand she waved some mattresses towards them and walked onto of them.

'Come on, once your on they will shield us, preventing the spells to actually kill us' she smiled friendly yet threatening at him as he climbed on, the moment he had one foot on he was blasted several feet backwards.

'Got to be quicker then that to beat me' she laughed out loud as he crawled up to his feet and looked up at his hair that was slightly burning.

'Do you mind if I only use mages magic? I'm trying to learn as much as I can about it and haven't got any real training in it except for some theory out of the libraries' he glared as threatening as she did and walked to the side of the enchanted floor.

'If you want to lose that bad be my guest' she laughed even louder but kept an eye on him, as soon as he rose one foot to just above the mattress flames exploded from her hands once again.

But when she thought she had hit her target she suddenly saw it go right trough the place where he used to stand and suddenly she heard something above her, looking up she saw him falling down and a large arcane stream was flowing at her slowly, she stepped aside to let it go past her but leaped out of pain as it followed her and hit her right leg, tearing her robe a bit.

'I thought you didn't have any training?' she yelled at him while she magically closed her robe up. Falling down slowly he grinned. 'I didn't, it's just that the books told me exactly what to do and if I can imagine it right it works fine' a slight pop was heard as he disappeared again and she felt two hands grab her waist, suddenly she was floating high and the mattresses where burning up, he stood within the flames, the flames licking him and creating a small twist around him.

'Well if you want it that way!' she was still falling from the great height that he teleported her up to and looked down, a burst of ice shot out of the air before her and fell down into the ocean of fire, creating a small plateau. She landed gracefully and the ice formed two large spears next to her, she grabbed one and after she kicked the bottom and thus cutting it lose from the ground she threw it at him. He held up his hand and the moment the point hit it it hung still in the air. 'That was impressive' he said as he gave it a small tick, it melted completely and he made a lowering movement with his hands, extinguishing the flames.

'It's a basic frost move you learn in the beginning, only it requires force to throw it and to break it off so you won't see advanced mages try it' she blushed lightly.

'How old are you anyway? You look like you're just a child but got the height of a teenager, I see your part elfish but still' she walked up to him and he smiled endlessly.

'I'm 12 in about a month, you?' she sat down and examined him, after a moment she accepted his answer and replied. 'In about two months I will turn 17.'

'How come you can do such magic, I've never been teleported like that before' she stood up and looked at the young boy. 'Like I said, I found many things in those books and that is just one of it, there is only one ting I don't understand, can you help me with it?' he looked up and realised he was just one head smaller then her, although the difference in age.

'Depends on the problem, what is it?' he grabbed in his pocket and his full arm disappeared inside it for a while until he reached out a giant book that could never fit inside it.

'By the Light! How did you do that?' she gasped as she saw him lay down and open the book while floating in mid air as if nothing happened.

'Oh, my pocket? I found a book somewhere in the laws of space area in the arcane library' he muttered as he went trough the pages of the large book. 'The Arcane Library? Sorry but I've bin here for years now since I was just six years old and I never found that one, I just heard some elder wizard whisper of it, how could you find it?' the boy looked up as he frowned his face. 'I don't know, it's just that, every time I want to learn more it's just…well…its just there!' he went back to his book and cried a victory shout as he turned the book.

'This is what I meant' he pointed out to a small note on the side of an increased movement spell. There where some ancient runic symbols and was unreadable.

'I see what you mean, but what's the problem with the spell?' she looked at the rest of the page and frowned her head, she couldn't begin to understand the explanation of bending arcane matter trough two different angles of space without connecting it but rather leaping trough two holes while being at both places at the same time.

'Actually the spell is really easy if you get the hang of it, here I'll show you' he added as he pushed the book back into his ever so small pocket.

He stepped aside and looked around. 'Can you see that wizard over there sleeping with his hand beside him?' he pointed out a man of age and a pointy hat beside him of a dark grey colour. She nodded and he did one step forward, a moment passed and suddenly he held the hat and put it on smiling broadly. 'Ehm…can you do it again…more slowly now?' she asked as she felt if the hat was real. 'Alright, grab my shoulder' she did and suddenly she saw him slice his hand vertically trough the air making a small border around reality, walking trough it two dimensionally flat like a piece of paper she was dragged around as if there was no gravity, he began to run in this flat form and surprisingly enough he walked right trough what appeared to be a fireball spell. Finally reaching the old man he sliced another time, he reached the hat trough and laid it down, he then grabbed her waist again and pushed her trough as well.

Before she knew it she was laying down next to the wizard, gasping for air as he stood beside her. 'And that's how you do it' he gleamed with happiness.

'Right...we got a lot to talk about to it seems…now tell me about your priest powers, I never met a fully fledged priest before!' she grabbed his hand and they teleported out of the door less TAPAM, when he opened his eyes they where in a room just a bit larger then his, only all of the things in his previous room where just there next to him.

'Aw man, I know they want partners to study, learn and evolve together…but at some parts they're going a bit far don't you think?' she walked of and fell down onto a couch that he didn't recognise, most of the room appeared to be hers. 'Well then…welcome to our room I guess, apparently we live together from now on' she named some rules about staying in HER room and at what times he wasn't aloud in.

They studied the ways of magic together, discussed its application and from time to time they had a small duel. Their friendship grew stronger as did their magical capability, after just 3 years they had achieved that what ought to be impossible; they passed the grade of magician.

They stayed put and learned more, eager for power and knowledge they learned more, studied the books that filled the shelves in the many libraries.

Time past on and they found themselves once even in a way that was past friendship but it was not meant and they went on until the day came.

'She is here, Master Valadriel' the messenger left the room after the five words were spoken, Valadriel, at the age of 21 he had a small bag hanging around his waist, enchanted with a gate towards an alternate dimension where he could stack much more then the old leather bag showed. A long stave was tightly mounted on his back trough a leather sheet; the stave glowed weakly and was made from simple wood and a small orb, he wore a robe worthy of a master magician, the black and white fabric was made from special runecloth that was enchanted to be everlasting.

He moved to the everlasting portal in the main hall: a gateway towards Stormwind. It could only be entered from this side and there was no way back; only magic could place someone into the academy. He stood in front of the green/blue twisting fluid that was conjured long ago by the Founders. Small tentacles of the fluid reached out around him and where about to pull him in as he turned around; one last look over the pure white walls, flour and ceiling and a nod from many other mages that watched him go as he stepped backwards.

On the other side, he moved out and fell in the soft embrace of familiar arms, he looked down upon a friendly face that had not aged since the last time he saw it, so many years ago.

A loving kiss was placed on his forehead as a tear of sheer happiness left his right eye.

His right arm swung around her waist as he moved towards the second everlasting gateway that leaded to Stormwind, the city he now knew and loved.

They went down the street, greeting the people that walked around them and bowed their head to the old druid that still owned the small shop, passing the canal the group of orphans past him, smiling he patted the head of one of the youngest as they walked on. At the gateway the soldiers saluted him and gave him wishes of good luck as they moved on towards the group of woman that stood at the gate, waiting for their newest high priestess and her son.

They mounted their white war tigers and ran off towards the end of the forest.

'Your roast chicken sir' the waitress put down a plate and walked away.

'Ah yes, good…' he looked at his meal and for a moment he felt nostalgic…it looked exactly the same as the first time he was here…indeed, over the years many things changed while many things changed, ten years ago, when he returned home once more before he set out to face the world he still though that everything could be explained trough logic and magic…how wrong he was.

'Another pint!' a grey bearded dwarf next to him yelled and a moment later the waitress put it down. 'Put it on the tab lass, Grimstone' he said and greed fully he took the drink and began drinking from it.

'Grimstone?' Valadriel looked up, he was called by Stormwind; he received a letter from a messenger that wore the royal seal of the king. That was when he was in the eastern plague lands, a few days ago. He did nothing with it for days and finally decided to ignore it.

Now sitting here he sat side by side with Grimstone, a name he knew all to well, about 4 years ago he was in a group that was assembled to find an ancient crystal, and they had a strong but old paladin who wore the name Arthur Grimstone.

'My dear man, are you familiar with the name Arthur Grimstone?' Valadriel looked to the dwarf as he tried to take up a serious face, which was hard as the dwarf had all kind of things stuck into his beard. 'I do, who's asking?' the dwarf looked rather suspicious and gazed at Valadriel for a moment before returning to his beer.

'My name doesn't matter at the moment, do you know him?'

'Of course I do! He's me father' he put his pint down and looked up to the tall wizard. 'Now what kind of beggar needs to know of my old man?' he looked suspiciously at Valadriel, part of his choice of words was because he just wore some simple grey robes and his staff was upstairs in a special sealed closet, the other part was because he was completely drunk.

'I am no more of a beggar then you are and…you know what, I'll find you tomorrow to get something straight out of your head' the dwarf almost fell off his chair as he tried to sit up straight. 'Don't worry, ma lad, I promise I wont drink any more!' the dwarf laughed hard as Valadriel walked upstairs. 'And of course I won't drink any less either!' was heard from the dwarf at the fireplace as the elder wizard was removed from sight.

The next morning he woke up early, he went down quickly and went straight up to the innkeeper.

'Good morning sir, what can I do for you?'

'I need to know something about one of my fellow guests, his name is Grimstone' Valadriel looked seriously and the man smiled. 'Ah the drunk dwarf, he has a tab and every now and then we get a pouch filled with money to pay for it, even when he is away!' the man laughed and smiled broadly.

'What is his first name?' the man though for a moment and grabbed a book, going trough the pages he frowned for a moment until he found what he was looking for.

'He is gave me the name Baldir Grimstone normal name I guess, what about it?' he laid down the book and grabbed the broom to start cleaning the floor. 'Now if you excuse me I need to get this flour done before the first guests come' he smiled friendly and turned around.

Valadriel made a hand gesture and the broom was forced out of the innkeepers hands, immediately it began to sweep on its own. 'Sorry but I need to know more, does he come here regular? And who pays for his tab?' the man turned around, he knew he was dealing with the well known mage but he never saw a mage using magic to do chores, and he met quite a deal of mages.

'The tab is paid by his family, it bears their seal and a small note inside that always says the same; for my boy, Arthur' he smiled nervously at the man with the strange staff and fancy robes.

'Arthur? Have you ever seen him? Or is Baldir still in his room?'

'Arthur came back here about 3 days ago, I think he is still up there but you should take a look' the man gave the room number as he turned to look at the strange broom.

Valadriel ran upstairs and ended up at the room; he knocked not too lightly and heard a mad voice inside.

'Yea, what do ya want?' the door opened and looking down he saw an old familiar face. 'Arthur! I'd never thought I'd see you again, didn't you go back to your old place in the Hinterlands to live with some girl' Arthur opened the door and let him in. 'indeed that was my original plan, only a few days ago I was called by Stormwind for something, dunno what those lads are up to but as far as I heard they send messengers to all the corners of the world, please sit down, oh and ignore my son, damn drunk…' he pointed towards a chair and sat down himself as he nodded towards one of the two beds that stood in the room, on the one he pointed out was Baldir, still in the same clothing with an empty mug in his hand.

'You to? I've got it to but I don't want to mess with the fate of humans…' he grabbed the letter that was still sealed from his pocket and showed it.

'Are you mad me lad? I mean, they offer everyone some sort of special reward, in mind stood that, if we where to accept, only to accept! The Wildhammer clan would get the right to retake the fortress of Durnholde in Hillsbrad and form a new dwarf settlement, ever since it fell into the hands of the syndicate we asked to do so but those idiots kept saying they could handle it on their own…' he grabbed his own letter and showed a large explanation and a signed official declaration.

'Hmm, I don't know what to do, I am on a little research for myself but a nice reward couldn't be bothered I guess' he stared at the letter and ran his fingers over the royal seal.

'Well, whatever it will be we could use a person such as you I guess, is there anything I could say or offer to change your mind?' a small silence fell and after a few minutes Arthur looked up. 'Do you still have those contacts in the Thorium Brotherhood?' Valadriel smiled sinister.

'Whadda ya need them lot for?' the dwarf said with an agitated voice. 'oh nothing special…I just heard they had someone into the caverns of Blackrock mountain and I need to find my own way inside there to do some of my own…"research" if you get what I mean' the dwarf nodded and replied. 'I know some people, I'll see what I can do for you after we see what this quest is about, alright?' the paladin stood up and held his hand up.

'With pleasure my old friend' Valadriel shook his hand and stood up as well.

'I assume you have your armour somewhere around here?' he looked around in the room and saw nothing but a small simple rusty iron set of chain mail and a simple mace and shield.

'Aye, I got em down at the smith, they needed some repairs and after 4 years of laying around they got a little rusty, my mace on the other hand is in Ironforge, I expect a apprentice of the master weapon smith to bring it to me somewhere this week' he smiled mischievously and opened the door. 'A drink while we wait?' the dwarf smirked.


there ya go, another chapter for the Holy wizard, I first decided to make a story about his life in the academy but then this came out…ah well, enjoy it

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