Ian was walking home when he started wondering where all of the other wizards. He knew years ago, they all started disappearing. He wondered where they went and if any were left. He knew he wouldn't get any answers soon, but it was a interesting though.
He was taken out of his thoughts as a bag was thrown over his head. He struggled as he was picked up by the waist. He tried getting anyone's attention, but he was quickly thrown into the back of a van.
He kept struggling as his wrist were tied infront of him. "Are you sure this is him?" A unseen figure asked.
"Yes," another voice. "Boss sent me a picture of a young elf wizard. It looked identical to him, same hoodie and everything. His name is Ian Lightfoot."
Ian gulped. "He's only sixteen," the first voice said. "He will go for a lot at the auctions."
"Hey kid, do you have your wizard wand with you?" the second voice asked. "They go for more if they have their wand with them."
Ian shook his head. "No," Ian said. He hoped they would be dumb enough to get his wand from his house. Barly would be home by now and he could help him get away.
"Crude," the first voice said.
"It's ok, we have some extras," a new voice said. "They aren't as strong as what I heard this kid is used to, but they will work."
The next turn was extremely sharp. Ian ended up hitting his head on the side of the car, knocking his head on impact.
"I'm home," Barly called out. He had recently started picking up shifts at the Manticorn's cavern so he wasn't home all the time anymore. He was going to help Ian with learning new spells. "Ian?"
He walked to Ian's room. He saw his wand on the bed. Barly tried to track his phone. He found it a few blocks away from the school. He went into Gwenerve the second and drove there quickly. He was hoping he just caught up with some of his friends.
He jumped out of the car. He saw Ian's phone on the ground. Barly picked it up. It was slightly cracked. He looked for any sign that his brother was ok or nearby, but there was no sign. He jumped back into the van and rushed off, unaware of how bad the situation really was.