Author's note: Two updates in one day! You guys are so nice when you review that it fills my heart ^^ so unlike The Magician, The Sorceress section of my story will be a quite a bit different since this is a different version of how things could have gone. I don't know when I'll update next since Senior of High School demands a lot, but maybe I'll squeeze in another chapter on Friday or Wednesday.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do now own this fandom and never will

(June 4, New Delhi, India, 4:00 pm)

"I seriously hate flying. Whose idea was it to create such a thing?"

Josh only watched the doctor as he held his face in his hands, inhaling deeply towards the ground. Freyja only stared at him in disgust, arms crossed defiantly over her white T-shirt. Her hair was wrapped in a simply ponytail, the tendrils falling softly around her face. She paid no mind to her hair though; she just stepped away from the doctor as if he were going to throw up on her.

"And I hate hot climates," she grumbled, fanning herself with her hand. "It's too hot here."

"I think it's nice," Josh argued, smiling from ear to ear as she narrowed her eyes at him. "I prefer warm climates to cold ones."

Freyja just rolled her eyes. "Cold climates are better."

Dee stood up, the color now returning to his usually pale face. "It doesn't matter, you two," he grumbled, motioning them to follow him. "Just follow me and try not to attract too much attention to yourselves."

"Same goes for you," the Disir grumbled, following the English Magician begrudgingly. "Disaster follows you around like a curse."

"I heard that."

Josh only shook his head, following the older beings in silence. Freyja wasn't lying to them when she told them it was hot. It wasn't a dry kind of hot, but rather a humid one. There was no wind blowing, so the air felt like it was trapped. Sweat soon marked his features, but he wiped it away, wishing he had brought his water bottle from the plane. Dee didn't look any better; he was sweating profusely, but he ignored it. Freyja looked terrible. Her already pale skin was turning pink and perspiration was so prominent, it looked like she was still wet from a shower.

"Where exactly are we going?" Josh asked, catching up to Dee. "Who is it we are going to see?"

Dee looked over to him, smiling reassuringly. "We're going to the heart of New Delhi. I was told the one we're going to see lives there."

"But who is it?"

Dee just shook his head, turning his head to look straight ahead. "We're going to see an Elder named Agneya. She is going to help us teach you Fire Magic."

"Fire Magic? Cool!"

Dee only offered a small smirk. "Yes, and since you have a gold aura, it will come naturally to you. You'll be better at it then your sister."

The smile fell from his face at the mention of Sophie's name and he looked at the Doctor questioningly. "Sophie learned Fire Magic?"

"Yes. A man named Saint-Germain taught her the basics, but you'll be much better at Fire Magic than her," Dee smiled triumphantly. "My spies also tell me they're traveling to England and I have a feeling Flamel is taking her there to teach her Water Magic."

Josh scowled a little at the fact, a sense of hurt filling in his heart. Dee only glanced at him, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry; with all the stuff you will be learning, you will be much more powerful than your sister. We may even find someone to teach you Water Magic as well."

Freyja snorted, appearing next to Dee's left shoulder. "The girl will be much more powerful than him at Water Magic. He is the sun; she is the moon. Water is in the moon's domain," she looked to Josh's discouraged face. "But don't worry; since you are the sun, you will be more powerful at Fire Magic. The Doctor was right about that."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't talking to you."

Josh only shook his head and opened his mouth to say more, but Dee stopped them. They stood in front of a modern brick building with darkened glass to prevent people from looking inside. A man stood in front of them, holding an electronic planner in his hands. He looked at the Dee with dark eyes, an eyebrow raised in questioning. "Can I help you?" he asked, his Indian accent very heavy. "Are you on the list?"

Dee only smiled politely. "Yes, we are. We booked our names on this event yesterday."

"What are your names?"

Dee wrapped an arm around Freyja's waist, holding her close to him and pressing a hand on Josh's shoulder. "I'm Dr. John Dee and this is my wife, Freya," he squeezed Freyja's waist tenderly. "And our son, Josh."

The man looked down at his planner, reading through the list silently before his eyes lit up. "Ah yes, the Dee family. Right this way!" he opened the door, leading them inside. "Just go to the right and find your seats. The show will be starting in five minutes!"

The minute he left Freyja grabbed Dee's wrist tightly, holding it firmly in her grasp. "I would advise that you never touch me again," she snarled, bending the wrist so far back that it was beginning to look purple. "Or it won't be just your wrist that's injured."

She pulled Josh along despite his protests, Dee following along with a rather irritated frown on his face. He led them to their seats, all of them sitting down in the third row. The room was dark and almost impossible to see, but Josh found with his newly found senses, he could see some of the things in the room like the stage and walls.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice over the intercom started. "The show will be starting in a few minutes. Please turn off any electronical devices you have. You may take pictures but please turn off the flash. Thank you and enjoy the show."

All the lights in the room disappeared, leaving Josh almost feeling a bit claustrophobic since he could barely see. A sitar, Surbahar, and Dhad drum played in the background, creating a mysterious noise that echoed around the room. Light grew around the stage, growing brighter and brighter a lone woman stepped onto the stage, her dress a striking orange and red. Anklets adorned her ankles, but as she moved, Josh found he could not hear a single bell from the anklet ring.

"She's skilled," Dee whispered. "This is a Bharata Natyam dance, a classical dance here in India."

"Really?" Josh whispered back. "She's really good. I can hardly hear the bells on her ankles."

"That's because she's a professional. The less ringing from the bells, the better the dancer," Dee looked almost amused at the astounded look on his face. "And because this girl has had over eons to practice."

"What?"

The doctor nodded, returning his gaze back to the girl. "This is the Elder Agneya. Not all Elders avoid humani, you know. Her father, though, is on our side. She remains a neutral party."

Josh only nodded once, returning to the girl dancing on the stage. She seemed confident up there, moving her body in a graceful way and moving across the stage to the rhythm of the instruments. Josh found that he was mesmerized by her movement, his heart beat quickening from the rhythm of the music. She smiled at the audience once; bring her leg around her body to do a spin before landing on the ground the second the song ended.

The audience clapped, the lights returning to the darkened room. Josh looked at his watch, surprised to find that the dance lasted fifteen minutes. It had felt like less time than that! Dee stood up from his seat, motioning for them to follow him out of the room and into the hallway. Another man stood at the door, a bouncer perhaps, and inclined his head to the right to let them know to follow him. Josh gulped uneasily, but the reassuring look he got from Freyja made him feel somewhat better.

The man led them into a large room filled with ancient looking objects that would make his parents go crazy with excitement. The walls were painted red, with black leather furniture lying around the room. Hindu sculptures of a red skinned man with seven hands, two heads and three legs. Josh looked at the nearest one, feeling a bit creeped out by how the man was sticking his tongue out at him.

"That is my father, Agni."

He jumped and whirled around as the dancing girl appeared before him, her dark eyes staring at him in amusement. He stepped away from her, eyes wide with wonder. "Are you Agneya?" he asked curiously.

She nodded, looking at him with kind eyes. "I've heard a lot about you, Josh Newman," she began, ignoring his confused look. "Word travels. You and your sister have caused quite a stir. And I hear you want to learn Fire Magic from me."

Dee stepped forward, putting on a polite smile. "I ask, as his mentor, that you teach him. His sister is already trained in it, so I ask that you make him better than her."

Agneya glared at him, looking at him as if he were the most disgusting thing on the planet. "I don't know if I should," she began, sitting down in her arm chair. "The last time you were in India, Doctor, was when you were trying to kill my brother Pavamana. Did you think I would not take that personally?"

Both Freyja and Josh looked at the Magician questioningly but the immortal only shook his head. "I was only doing what my Masters asked me to do. If anything, your brother was quite a challenge. If my Masters hadn't shown up to help me, your brother probably would have killed me."

Before Dee could say anything more on the subject, the chair in front of him burst into flames. He jumped away from it, the flames barely licking his suit sleeves. Agneya only glared at him, waving her hand once to bring the flames down. "My brother barely got away with his life. I haven't' seen him in over a hundred years," sparks crackled on her skin and ends of her hair, her eyes burning like coals. "Because of this, why do you think I would want to help you? And don't bring up my father just because he is on your side."

Dee stepped forward, resting a firm hand on Josh's shoulder. "Don't do it for me, do it for him. He wants to train in magic to become better than his sister."

Agneya only ignored him. "Little boy, why do you want to train in Fire Magic? Is it because you want to be better than your sister? Or is it because of something else?"

Josh glanced at his two companions, who both looked rather tense at the moment. He turned back to Agneya nervously, trying to bring up some confidence. "I want to be powerful," he admitted slowly. "I thought I wanted to be like my sister again, but now what I see all the things I could learn to do, I want to see how powerful I can become."

The dark haired woman nodded slowly, looking thoughtful before staring at him firmly. "Josh, beware your ambition. You don't want to turn out like him," her eyes drifted towards Dee before turning back to him. "At first, I had no intention of ever training you in Fire Magic."

Dee stepped forward, frowning with anger. "But-"

She cut him off, casting another hateful glare. "I wasn't finished, Doctor," she turned to Josh with a begrudging smile. "Since there is a prophecy that needs completed, I must train you. And since you're gold, it is a special treat for me. It's not every day you find a gold aura after all."

Josh couldn't help the grin that formed on his face. "I guess not."

"Good. Then we begin at sunrise."

Freyja tilted her head in confusion. "Why sunrise?"

"Because that is when my powers are at their strongest."

(June 4, London, England, 12 pm, Shakespeare and Palamedes' house)

"It smells in here," Sophie muttered, looking around the living room with disgust. "I think my nose might fall off if I take another breath."

"And I thought the sewers of Paris smelled bad back in my day," Joan whispered back, trying to conceal her disgust. "This place could use a good cleaning. Or two."

Sophie grinned, but the grin soon fell off her face when Palamedes and Nicholas stormed into the room, both of their faces flushed in anger. "Tell her, Flamel!" Palamedes sneered, pointing towards Sophie. "Tell the girl about the others!"

Sophie only glanced at Joan with a pale eyebrow raised. "Do you know what they're arguing about?"

"Beats me."

Palamedes sighed angrily, not meeting Sophie's eyes. "Tell the girl about the other twins, Flamel!" he spat again. "Tell her what happened to the others."

This caught both women's attention, the two of them looking at each other before rounding on Nicholas. "What other twins?" Sophie asked carefully, her stomach now churning at the thought. "Were there other twins?"

Nicholas only stared at her, trying to smile. "It's nothing, Sophie."

"No, it's not!" her voice rose, but she found that she didn't really care. "If there is something you're hiding from me, then I want to know!"

"Yes Flamel, tell her," Palamedes had a small smirk on his face. "Tell her about the other pairs of twins that you and Perenelle found."

Joan narrowed her eyes. "I think it would be best, Nicholas. You can't expect people to trust you if you are not honest with them."

Nicholas stared at them before sighing in defeat, making him look more tired and weary then he let on. "Perry and I have been looking for the twins of legend for a very long time. We have found twins with gold and silver auras, but they were not the ones. We took them and had them Awakened, but not a lot of them survived the process."

"What happened to them?" Sophie asked tersely.

"They either died or went into a coma in which they never woke up from. Some survived, but I never saw them again afterwards."

"And why didn't you tell me this before?" Sophie demanded, anger evident on her face. "How could you not tell Josh and me about this? Did you think it was something you could just skip over?"

Nicholas lifted his head, his pale eyes meeting hers firmly. "I admit that I have made many mistakes in my life and I have many regrets. I do not go a day without thinking of the children that Perry and I have Awoken. But I do not regret the fact that we were doing it to save the world."

Palamedes snorted. "Sounds like bullshit to me."

"Language," Joan reprimanded. "You two need to stop acting like children. This is the time where we need to put our differences aside and try to find the one to train Sophie in Water Magic."

Sophie nodded, turning back to Flamel. "Who is going to train me in Water Magic anyway?"

"Gilgamesh, the man with no aura."

"Ha!" Palamedes laughed, a biter smile on his face. "Out of all the people you could have chosen, you chose him."

"What's wrong with Gilgamesh?" Sophie asked, rounding on the Saracen Knight. "Tell me!"

"I'm guessing Flamel hasn't told you. Gilgamesh is quite, quite insane."

Word Count: 2,713

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