Author Note

I love writing from Bartimaeus view, it's so easy. Yet, yields great results! From Bart's view, you can write a good story easily. Which is why this chapter is from his view, the chapter is also from his view to annoying you about the staff revelation. You will have to wait to find out about... what you don't really know you want to find out about. The fact is something cool will happen. Definitely, some staff battle action. That is what you want to see, however you will have to wait... and review. To find out what happens with the staff. Anyway, I will not delay any longer; I present to you the fifth chapter of the spell caster's staff!

P.S. Read the footnotes, they get funny. Well, at least 2 and 3 are.

Bartimaeus

After departing Nathaniel's hut, I walked south as he instructed to the register tent. The register tent was low and grey. Yep, this was definitely an army tent. No doubt about it, I could just picture this tent set up west of Prague with injured soldiers checking out... good times. I walked up to the tent, pulled back the grey cloth drapes, and stepped in. The inside was just as gloomy as the outside, the walls were grey, the ceilings were low, and the tent was bare of all furniture save for 2 chairs – which were also grey – and a desk. An old man with lots of wrinkles sat behind the desk. I assumed he was the secretary because he was furiously working through paperwork.

"Hello Wrinkly Person!" I said cheerfully, like always my nice Bartimaeus greeting got all the attention on me. It even encouraged him to talk! Wow, I am great.

"Shut up you wretched demon. You are here to register not talk, understood?!"

I raised my hand.

"How am I supposed to register if I cannot talk? Also, am I in trouble for talking right now?"(1) You will talk only on the bases of yourself being registered, and yes; you are in trouble. He muttered a few syllables and waved his hand, a small detonation slammed into me; flinging me back towards the entrance to the tent. (2) ''What the hell! How am I supposed to register if I am dead?" I shouted (3)

He just stared at me, face screaming with boredom. It was weird how he was very calm all of a sudden. "Demon, just get on with it so we can both be on our way." He said. I sighed, "Bartimaeus of Uruk registering as body guard for Nat- I mean John Mandrake." He nodded, and then dismissed me. (4)

I walked out of the tent, and felt the sun's rays warm my essence. It was a very warm day, and the sun was bright over head. I turned to my right and looked out across the body of water. I did not know which lake or ocean it was. But I assumed it would be some part of the Atlantic coast. The sun rays glittered across the water making bay look like a giant sapphire. Memories of my days in Egypt flood back into me, how Ptolemy had let me run around the Earth without a charge. How I had been able to see the wonders of the world... I snapped out of my trance, right now things were different; and chances are they would stay the same until the end of my days. I turned my back towards the lake, turned into a falcon and flew back to Nathaniel's hut.

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(1) The way his face turned a deep red told me that this was going to be a fun meeting!

(2) Notice how I will not ask any more intelligent, worthwhile questions, nor point out certain facts about his character in nice greetings.

(3) After this one...

(4) Not back to the other place, just from his tent. Like I always say, when you talk to humans you must point these things out. Reason? Humans are thick...

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PLEASE REVIEW!!

I know nothing happened in this chapter, but I thought it might be nice to just have a little chapter from Barti's view. Also, I am still thinking about what I will do with the staff for the next few chapters.

Anyway, cheers!

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