Chapter One
The Legend
"Come on Grandpa. Please tell us." the little boy whispered excitedly. The old man chuckled. " If your mom knew you were up this late, she would kill me!" "Please, Grandpa." the little girl whimpered, showing her little puppy dog eyes. " Fine. But if your mom catches us, it's your heads on the line." he replied. "Thank You!" they both exclaimed excitedly.
" A very long time ago," the old man started," there was a wizard by the name of Merlin. He was a very powerful wizard, and he worked for the King of England in the early 12th century. He defeated many powerful wizards, but one posed more of a threat than all of the others. His name was Flinlendal. He was exceptionally skilled at the three unforgivable curses. The Cruciatious curse, the Imperious curse, and the most powerful one of all, Avada Kedrava, the killing curse. He was also very quick and clever. He could block about every curse known to wizards. In time he had raised himself an army."
"Was that army strong, Grandpa?" the little girl whispered." Oh yes, very strong. It was a very large army. Wizards joined mainly for greed, or they wanted a little of his power. Well one day, Flinlendal's army approached the King's castle and attacked. Both of the armies wiped each other out. All that was left were Flinlendal and Merlin. The crowds in the towers of the castles held their breaths. Flinlendal started the attack on Merlin by sending a stunning spell towards him. Merlin dodged it easily, but Flinlendal had sent another spell towards Merlin that hit him unbelievably hard. Merlin's screams of pain could be heard all over the castle. Babies started screaming, children started crying, and parents began praying. Merlin was the difference between the castle standing and the castle being in smoldering ruins. Merlin fell to the ground, twitching in agony. Flinlendal shot another stunning spell at Merlin, but he managed to roll around it and cast a stunner in Flinlendal's direction. He blocked it easily and put up a shield. Merlin tried every spell that he knew, but none of them broke through. Then Merlin was hit again with another crucitasios curse, and he shrieked in pure agony. Merlin stood up just to be knocked down again. As he got up for a third time, Flinlendal tried to use the killing curse to finish Merlin off. Merlin dove to the side just in time. He got up and used the stunning spell, and, just like every other spell or curse he had used, it had simply bounced of Flinlendal's shield. With a flick of Flinlendal's wand, Merlin was on the ground again. Flinlendal came strutting over to where Merlin lay on the ground. Just as he reached him, Merlin disappeared and reappeared behind Flinlendal. He muttered a strange incantation and a chariot came out of his wand. It smashed through Flinlendal's shield and killed him instantly. The castle erupted in cheers. People streamed out of the castle to come and congratulate Merlin for his defeat. And that, my children, is the Legend of the Chariot of Fire.