Chapter 1!

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Me: Nicholas...

Nicholas: BB does not own Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. Imagine if he did...*shudders*

Me: NICHOLAS!

Dante woke from his sleep covered in sweat. He had had the same dream for the last 2 years. It would never leave him. It was as if it was trying to tell him something. Unfortunately, the dream wasn't very good at telling him anything.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was six o' clock in the morning. He decided to get ready for school. He got out of bed and something dropped out of the bed. It was a leather bound book covered in foreign runes. Dante gasped. He hadn't thought it was of much importance but the dream had forgotten something. The man called Nicholas had extended his hand and pointed at a book on a shelf. It had been engulfed in green light and Nicholas had said quite loudly for it to be sent to the rightful owner, a blood descendant of Abraham the Mage. This was the book that Nicholas had pointed at.

Dante turned it in his hands and noticed some writing on the side that looked familiar. In fact, when Dante looked closer he could understand what all the runes said. The writing said the Codex.

Dante got out of the car and walked up to his school. His friend Kevin walked up to him.

"Hey Dante! Miss Connolly is sick! We got a substitute!"

Dante grinned. Everyone hated Miss Connolly. "What are they like?"

"Dunno. Suppose we'll see soon enough."

As if understanding Kevin the bell rang. Dante and Kevin ran into their classroom and took a seat. The principal, Mr Robinson, walked in being followed by an old looking man. Dante gasped. What was he doing here?

"Class", said Mr Robinson. "This is your substitute teacher, Mr Flaherty."

Dante knew he was wrong. This was not Mr Flaherty. This was, impossibly, the immortal Nicholas Flamel.

Dante waited after the end of school, and went up to talk to Nicholas. "Eh...Mr Flam- I mean Flaherty?"

Nicholas turned around. "Yes."

"I'm going to be frank with you. I've been having dreams about you for the past 2 years. I know your secret. You're not Nickolai Flaherty, you are Nicholas Flamel.

Nicholas gasped. "How did you know?"

Dante grinned. "So you are!"

Nicholas started to nod before laughing uncontrollably. "No, of course not! It's good to know that you like your history though."

Dante frowned. "But I'm sure it's you."

A menacing voice came from behind Dante. "That's because he is Nicholas Flamel."

Nicholas and Dante turned around. There, standing right in the middle of the doorway was Dr John Dee.

"It's been a while, John."

"It's been a month Nicholas, that's hardly that long for someone who's been on the Earth for over 600 hundred years."

"You've been here for a long time too", pointed out Nicholas.

"Well yes, I suppose I have."

Dee just finished his sentence when he was hit by a green sphere of energy. The room began to smell of mint.

Dee stood up snarling. "If that's how you want to play" He extended his hand and the room began to smell of eggs. Dante sniffed and instantly regretted it. The room smelled like rotten eggs.

A spear of yellow energy went flying at Nicholas, which he dodged and then sent a green one back in the direction it had come from. Dante was overwhelmed by the smell.

Dee sent a thunderbolt of yellow energy up into the air. Nicholas looked up to dodge it, and was hit in the stomach by a similar thunderbolt. The second one came down on him a few seconds later. The green light that had been surrounding Nicholas winked out of existence.

"I've been practicing Nicholas. I wonder if you noticed." A third thunderbolt hit Nicholas on the side of the leg. He groaned in pain.

"Now Nicholas, where is the book? And remember, there's plenty more thunderbolts I can send at you."

Sensing Nicholas was in danger, Dante turned to Dee. Words formed in his mouth and he let them lose. His voice became ancient. "Dante , son of Maura and Robert, of Clan Scott, of the race humani, these are the senses the humani have forgotten. To see with acuity, to hear with clarity, to taste with purity, to touch with sensitivity, to smell with intensity."

A bright gold light appeared around Dante before flicking to silver, then flicking to bronze and then back to gold. It eventually settled on gold with silver and bronze lines through it. Dante was suddenly aware that even though he had suddenly known how to do that he had no idea what to do now. He remembered the book and took it out from his bag. He opened it on a random page. Dante looked at the heading and smiled. The heading said Magic of Water. Dante read what it said, memorising it before opening his mouth. He then said every single word that was on that page.

Dee watched as Dante's voice took on an ancient tone. He began to speak;

Now think of...Water.

It is said that the Magic of Air or Fire or even Earth is the most powerful magic of all. But that is wrong. The Magic of Water surpasses all others, for water is both the lifegiver and the deathbringer. Water can extinguish fire. Even lava from the molten heart of the planet cannot stand against it. Without water, there is no life. Mankind can survive with little food but cannot survive without water. Mankind has always built his cities on riverbanks and seacoasts. Water has been his highway, his larder and his doom. Nothing stands against the power of water. It is water which brought life to earth. Water, which nearly destroyed it.

Then his eyes glowed gold and silver and he was back to himself. He pointed at the sink and then at Dee. Nothing happened. Dee managed to laugh before a powerful torrent of water blasted him off his feet.

Dante walked over to him and then pointed at the sky. A flood of rain fell onto the school, breaking the roof and flooding the room. Dee stood and uttered a spell. The water subsided and went flowing out the window. Dee then turned to where Dante and Nicholas had been but they were gone.

Dante had used his knowledge of water to liquidize himself and Nicholas. He had then made the two of them go down through the sink and they came out at the sea on the coast of Dundalk. Nicholas was gobsmacked when he woke up and remembered what he had seen. "You..."

Dante was staring at himself in a puddle of water, his face full of horror. His aura was gold, silver and bronze. Also, staring at him from the puddle where two people, alike enough to be twins. Nicholas saw them. He walked over.

"Hello Sophie. Hello Josh."

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