SORCERER'S STAFF: BOOK ONE : NEW ORDER

by vogterafis

Byron Swain is a sixteen year old teen who lives in a normal life. One day he trains in a school known as the N. O Academy to use the power of Necromancy, The One Who is The One's magic, to avenge his parents who were killed by wizards and witches. (Witch and Wizard; Before Chapter 1 to Before Chapter 100) "I'll keep on posting a chapter every week OR SO, so don't miss it!"

18. NEW ORDER: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"NEW ORDER"

"UNASWERED QUESTIONS"

Byron

That's funny.

"If these Half Lights are all against The One Who is The One and the New Order, why did Salvatore commanded me to give the Omni-Orb to their enemy." I fix the puzzle in my mind, but no piece can fit to the other.

A Half Light girl wearing tank tops and pleated skirt runs forward to Salvatore. "Salvatore, Whit and Wisty Allgood are escaping out of their cells. They're coming to Shadowland."

Salvatore's face lightens up. "That's good to here!" he continues "Who escape them out, Susan?"

"It's Celia, sir."

"Celia?" I ask myself. The name sounds familiar to me. "I wonder when and where I heard that name…"

"She knew our cover for Byron right?" He assures.

"Yes sir. She knows it."

"Good to here." He nods in relief and then I squeak out of fright when his stern eyes glance to mine. "The Allgoods must not know what we talked earlier. It's for your safety and ours. If you were asked, just reply that your tummy was tickled by us for you to speak up on where the Allgoods are held."

I nod and understood, but in fact, I really didn't understand it. I didn't understand any of this. "Half Lights, Lost Ones, True identity? What's the meaning of all these."

"Oh and by the way…" Salvatore's staff sparkles and shines as it shrinks. Then on his hand is not a staff but a small green ball of light. "I want you to have my staff and be careful with it." He forwards his palm and the ball of light becomes a comet and it goes into my 'S' pendant.

"Why did you give your staff to me?"

"Because it doesn't belong to me," Salvatore says "It belongs to you."

"What?!" More pieces come in "I didn't own any staff and I don't really want one!" I look at his stern face "What is he really doing? Is he protecting me? Or protecting himself and his fellow Half Lights?" I focus my eyes once more from head to toe. He looks familiar; somewhere and out there. I just can't put my finger on it.

Susan, out of nowhere, marches on front of Salvatore; I never notice she left the scene a while ago. "Sir, I'm bringing Byron back to their rightful owners."

"Okay, you may take him." He says. He turns to me. "I hope we meet again soon."

Susan carries me on her shoulder and I reply squeak back. "After all these, No I will!"

"Yes, you will."

As Susan and I leave the Half Lights, they get dimmer and dimmer; the fog is getting denser. The last person I gaze, after all I see is just fog, is Salvatore.