Prologue 3
Freedom for Magic-Kind at Last?
Hogwarts Meadow, May 16th, 2015
"E-Yah!" Clang. "Very good. Your blade is powerful. But can it protect you from this?" I'm on the ground, my sword beside me, wondering what happened. Tom is standing before me, arms raised. "Your friends are finished, you cannot attack me. Now, I should have done this yesterday morning." I stand unsteadily, backing away from him. My friends make their way towards me, and soon my sword is back in my right hand, and we are gathered together. "You okay?" Ben's beside me. "Couldn't be better-what is that?" "What…is that a spell?" Tom has raised his arms, summoning a blue-whitish spell. I raise my sword. "I can block anything. You saw what happened yesterday morning. I can do it again." I begin to run towards Tom, my sword pointing straight at his heart. At the same time, Tom throws the spell.
"No!" I'm flown backwards. As I'm falling, my sword falls out of my hand and lands a few feet away. Tom stands above me, arms raised. "You fool! Did you honestly think that you would kill me? You need a stronger blade than that! Tell your ancestors that you failed, I'm sending you back to where you found that blade!" Tom then throws the spell he has in his hands.
I should be dead. But I'm not. Something stopped the spell from reaching me. I open my eyes, only to see something metal in front of me. I hear something strike whatever it is in front of me. "Curse you, Forester! How is it that your shield can block this spell? Nevertheless, I have a last resort. I shall not strike you while you are down. Stand, stand and fight me." The shield lifts slightly, then goes away entirely. Link then appears above me. "You okay?" I nod. "I'm getting a bit tired of fighting, though." He helps me get to my feet, then Link goes off to find Ben and the others. I'm left alone with Tom. "As you know, I deal in Dark Magic. However, I event new spells as well. That curse that Feirback was speaking about earlier is a spell that I have made. I have not named this spell yet, but its' effects are a combination of different spells' effects. Care to be its first tester?" Tom flicks his left arm upwards and the same light I saw earlier when he had lifted me into the air appears in his hand. I step backwards, trying to find my sword with my right foot. I still look at Tom while I am doing this. "No. And I am certain that my friends don't want to be either." I find my sword. I take one step backwards, bend down, pick up my sword, and rise. "I see your friends have returned. And that you found your sword. But that blade won't save you now." I turn away from Tom to gaze upon my friends. "But I don't want to fight him." "I know. You don't have to remind us a million times, Bryce. You can leave if you want to." "No. My sister needs me." Bryce comes up to me, with my friends trailing behind him. I can't hear what they are saying, but I think it's about Bryce. I think he's too young to fight with us, but who knows what he thinks about it.
"Stay behind me. I don't want you to get hurt." "I can take care of myself. Leave me alone." I've had enough. I whirl around to face my younger brother. "No. How many time must I say this- you are too young to fight with me. I am sixteen. You are eleven. Huge difference. Just stay behind me and don't get in my way. Do you understand?" He glares at me, then he slumps his shoulders and slowly nods. "I don't like it. But I'll listen." Bryce steps back and allows me to advance towards Tom. "Give it up Tom," I say, raising my sword, "It's over." Tom raises his arms once more, says something, making a spell appear, and throws it.
I see it coming at me, that spell, and I think to myself, I can block it. Just have to deflect it…I raise my sword, and-several things happen at once. I fly backwards, still gripping my sword. I collide with my friends, sending all of us backwards. At the same time, I feel as if I am floating. A bright light surrounds me and I notice that my friends are also floating. Pain then flows through me, and I feel myself rise into the air, still gripping my sword. Tom is standing there, his black cape blowing in the wind. He raises his arms one more time, and I don't know anything.