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PROLOGUE
Massachusetts, Governor Sir William Phips had a secret. He didnt
know how, he just knew. He knew that witches were not real. And he
also knew that the good people of Salem had no clue. They were
innocent. They had been put on trial for witchcraft. They were tried and
were about to be burned at the stake.
As Governor he knew he was the only one that could stop it. And so here
he was, on his way to Salem, to stop the confused citizens of
Massachusetts. Mr. Phips was a powerful man, and maybe he could use
that power to save the innocent people about to be murdered that day.
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dad, who has just the about the sharpest memory in my family, walks in
my room from time to time with his newspaper thinking its the
bathroom.
Another loud boom got Haus running down the hall towards his room,
with me walking slowly behind him. After a good minute of searching, I
found the door labeled Haus, and stepped inside. Hauss mind was no
calmer than it had been before. He went and laid down on his huge
cushion and started shivering in fear. A flash of lightning lighted the
room. The room was originally used as a sitting room, or maybe a
reading room. It wasnt quite as large as some of the bedrooms, but it
was not closet sized. It was bare apart from Hauss cushion and small
table in the corner. On the table was a blanket. I had put it there for
nights such as these, when Haus needed some company. I grabbed the
blanket and eased myself down next to Haus on the cushion. He put his
head in my lap, and I ran my hand over his smooth fur. Gradually, hismind started to calm down, and soon enough, the 200 pound dog was
snoring.
Boom! The house shook and creaked. Haus twitched in his sleep. The
house continued creaking even after the thunder had died down. Well of
course it would creak! The house was built in 1691 after all. That was
probably the only reason we moved into it. You see, my father got a job
at Harvard as a history professor. Thats why we moved from Kentucky.
My mom, who is always traveling anyway because she is a best-selling
travel book author, was ecstatic about moving. It took a while to find aplace to move to, since my dad was looking for something with a little
bit of history to it, but then we found what he labeled, the perfect
house. Actually, the house was really named My Island by the
Governor who built all those years ago. Anyway, when my dad found
this house, he was thrilled. He quickly offered to buy the house, only to
find that someone else had beat him to it. The real-estate lady was real
nice about it and apologized several times, promising that if things
didnt go well with the other people, that wed be the first she called.
But that was unlikely.
But then the unlikely happened. She called. A week later, the real-estatelady called. And just like that, we moved into 219 Brimmer Street.
Through all of this, my parents didnt ask for my opinion much. Im not
a talker, and I prefer to be alone, and my parents respect that. I hadnt
been devastated by the move, not at all. In fact Hausss thoughts had
more anxiety about leaving than I did. I just simply went along, did my
part. Adapted. But if my parents had asked me my opinion, I would
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have told them I wanted to stay in Kentucky. I was not attached to any
people there, but I loved the country-styled fields and open blue skies.
Now, here in Salem, I am going to be attending a school for the first
time, since I have been home schooled in my previous years. I already
went this afternoon, since school starts tomorrow, to meet my teachers,
get my schedule, and find my locker. Everything sounded great except
for the meeting the teachers part. I just dont like talking to people.
The teachers were very teacher-like, with their straight backs, beady
eyes, and in some cases, balding hair. My locker number was 202, and it
was on the end of the row of lockers, which means less people to be near.
My schedule was very simple: math; English; science; P.E.; lunch;
history. They said there was a free period in there somewhere, but it
failed to show on the paper.
I didnt see many people, just a few stuck-up richies, a couple of nerds,
and some jocks. I was about to leave, and thats when I saw them. A girl,about five foot in height with dark brown hair and olive skin, and a boy,
about six foot in height with shaggy, blonde hair, tan skin, and broad
shoulders. The boy was towering over the frail-figured girl, taunting
her, teasing her. The girls thoughts were racing a mile a minute; she
was very scared. I hadnt been able to make out the words he used, but
the tone was clearly not pleasant. And neither were his thoughts. That
was all I needed to hear. I had needed to stop it.
Now, see, on any other day I would have just ignored the two, no matter
how uneven the odds are. Id have just stayed where I was, remaininvisible, and move on. But today was different; it was just something
that had to be stopped.
I had walked right up to the boy and girl, who both looked like they
were about my age, despite the varying heights. I grabbed the boys
shoulder. He started to turn his head towards me, and says harshly
What do you! he never did finished. I stared at him right in the
face, into his deep, blue, eyes. And he just stared right back. We both
just stared. His face had contorted then into a playing field of mixed
emotions, all unreadable. His mind was going far too fast for me to even
hope to read. The girls mind was filled with relief, but also a whole newfear. She feared for me. That was a first.
The boy was not in his emotional stupor long. What now played on his
face was shock and confusion. Who are you? hed asked.
I had answered him without skipping a beat, The names Dani Beth
Phips. I had then put my arm around the small girls shoulder, turned
my head, sending my braid swinging around, and led the confused girl
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away.
I did not need to look back to sense that the boy- no the bully- was
staring at me as I made my retreat. His mind was still in turmoil, so I
hadnt been able to read it then. Well, that had suited me just fine. I
didnt want to read his mind anyway.
And now, on the floor, dwelling on my horrible day with my Hauss
heavy head bellowing in my lap, I realize I have to face the girl and the
boy in two days. Great, Dani, just great.
I have made enemies before the school year even started.
I sighed, lifted Hauss head off my lap, draped the blanket over him,
and made my way back to my room slowly. Wandering through the
creaking halls, I examined what was now my home. It didnt feel like
home. Kentucky didnt feel like home either. Where is home? Well,
Dorothy was right about one thing. Theres no place like home. Because
there is no such place.I found my room after a couple of turns, and crawled into bed, too tired
to care that my slippers were still on my feet. This was only one of the
many sleepless nights Ive had since we moved here. But if I hurried up
and fell asleep quickly, I could get about four hours of rest.
I nearly slid into oblivion the second my head hit the pillow.
Dream-like thoughts and conversations filled my head.
But one voice, among the other dreamy voices, stood out to me, even
though it was whispering:
You have been chosenCHAPTER 2
I woke to what sounded like a dying animal.
BEEP BEEP SHREIK! BEEP BEEP SHREIK! No its just my dang
alarm clock. A great start to the last day of summer. Just peachy. I
checked to see what time it was. 12:34. Well, I slept half the day away.
Apparently my alarm clock isnt working properly. I slipped out of bed
and went to get ready for the day.
My mom and dad were up. I know this because my dads thoughts were
on where he last put his car keys while my mom was wondering if she
should have a tuna or ham sandwich. I threw on my favorite gray shirtwith an old pair of jeans and headed down the halls toward the kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen, I found Haus staring very intently at my
moms ham sandwich.
Hey honey. Howd you sleep? she said. Mom has been asking me that
every morning since the move. Her mom-instincts have been telling her
I havent been sleeping well. Either the mom instincts or the black
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circles under my eyes.
Fine. Is there ham left? I replied as I sat down at the table. No, but
there is just a bit of tuna left to make a tuna sandwich. she answered.
Did I mention how much I hate tuna? I scowled at the little can with the
overly happy fish on it. My dad walked into the kitchen. Has anyone
here seen my car keys? I have to get to Harvard before one. Dads
thoughts were trying to retrace his steps from the time he walked into
the door last night. He knew he had his keys when he walked in, but
after he saw dinner for him in the microwave, he lost track of where he
put them.
Try looking in your pants pocket. You know, the pants you wore
yesterday? I suggested. Remembrance dawned on his face. Thank you
Dani! he turned to my mom, Do you know where my pants are? My
mom took a minute to answer. Oh! There in the washing machine.
Dad ran in the direction where he thought the laundry room was. By thetime he returned, my mom had a finished tuna sandwich on a plate for
me.
He held up the remains of what was his car keys. Do you think it will
still work? he asked. I tried to stifle a laugh. The key will. my mom
answered. At least its clean now. I said. He frowned and headed out
the door to his car.
Now I have to walk all the way up to the car to unlock it. he thought.
I couldnt help it. I burst out laughing. My mom joined in and we
laughed for a good bit. Men are just so lazy sometimes.Well that was an interesting lunch break. Mom said after a bit.
That confused me a bit. Wait, youre on your lunch break? I asked.
She walked over to the sink and started to wash off her dirty dish from
lunch. Yes, I had the morning shift at the store today. I get an hour
break and then I have to go back. Becky is sick, and I have to cover her
afternoon shift. She said.
Apart from writing travel books, my mom works at Go Global
Traveling Agency as her day job. She hadnt been working there long,
only about a week, so Im surprised she is on a first name basis with
some of the employees. My mom looked at me sadly. I hate leaving youhere like this. She chided. And she really meant that. The only reason
she let me keep Haus was so that I wouldnt be completely alone all the
time. Mom, Im sixteen. Ill be fine. I said.
She started to gather her purse and her car keys. No wild house parties
while Im gone. She joked. As if I knew any people that would willingly
talk to me, let alone party. I smiled and played along, Guess Ill have to
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call all those people to tell them my mom is on to us.
She laughed and headed for the door. Ill be home around nine. Bye.
And that tuna sandwich better be finished by the time I get back. she
thought.
Dont worry, it will be gone. I said, eyeing Haus. Wait a second. Oops.
My mom looked at me real funny for a second. Her hand was on the
doorknob. So close, all she had to do was walk out the door. What?
she asked. What to do! I decided to do what I do best. Frame Haus.
Um, Haus still looked spooked from that thunder storm last night. I
was simply telling him it would be gone. Why do you ask?
Mom looked doubtful at first, but then thought, She does talk to that
dog a lot
No reason. Ill see you later, sweetie. she finally said. She turned the
doorknob and she walked out the door.
Whew! She bought it. There are reasons why I dont like to talk much,and its because my big mouth can get me in big trouble. I turned to
Haus. Looks like its just you and me, boy. I got up from the table and
was about to leave the kitchen, until I saw what caused the close call this
morning. The tuna sandwich. I walked over to it and rattled the plate.
Hauss eyes never left the sandwich. I set it on the corner closest to him
and turned away. Haus is smart; he wont eat anything off the table
unless no one is watching. I heard his big claws click against the kitchen
tile, then stop. I heard a shift of weight and paws thud on the table. And
finally I heard a chewing sound and satisfied thoughts. I turned backaround, and sure enough, the plate was empty of both sandwich and
crumbs. I took the plate and put it in the dishwasher.
Now what? My parents are gone and its the last day of summer. I
walked out of the kitchen until I was in our living room. The TV had
been left on, and it was talking about the upcoming 2012 presidential
inauguration. Not one for politics, I switched it off. I glanced around the
room. This is were we have all the other boxes we havent unpacked yet.
My mom, being such a neat-freak, had labeled ever single box. There
were three small boxes labeled attic that were pushed in a corner.
Well, there is nothing else to do, and I can carry boxes.. So I put two andtwo together and went over to inspect them. They were small boxes, so I
could carry them all at once. I grabbed the boxes and started to walk
towards the stairs. The downside about carrying boxes is that if you
stack them up to carry them and you cant see well. So I made the trip
up the stairs, tripping over every third step I took. By the time I reached
the top of the stairs, I could have sworn that the boxes were full of
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rocks.
I walked around the halls, looking for anything that looked like it would
lead to the attic. Haus loped up the stairs and found me, and then took
his usual place at my heals. The boxes were now getting heavier with
every step. I looked at Haus (hard to do with boxes in you arms) and
said, You could help you know. He just wagged his tail and pretended
to know what I just said. His dark eyes seemed to laugh.
I turned the corner and saw a rope hanging from the ceiling.. The attic.
I set the boxes down and hopped up and down until I caught the tip of
the rope. I pulled down, and with a loud creak, a set of ladder/steps
greeted me. Now I see why these boxes had been left for someone else to
put up. How do you carry a box full of unknown crap up a ladder? Very
carefully, thats how. I grabbed the first box and ascended up the ladder.
It was dark, and I couldnt see a thing. I felt my way to the wall, and set
down the box. I walked around, slowly so I wouldnt trip over anythingthat might be up here.
Something cold and string-like brushed my forehead.. I reached out and
blindly found it. Curious, I gave it a tug, and a naked light bulb
illuminated the attic. The whole interior was made of wood. It was like
being on the inside of a ship or a small abandoned cabin. There was a
very old chair in the corner. At closer inspection, the chair looked like it
might have been bright red, but lets just say the years havent been
very kind to it. Next to the old chair was a small reading table. If the
lighting was any better, this would be an ideal place for me to read!There were ancient boxes everywhere. Even with the small light, I
couldnt see everything about the room. And the smell! It smelled as old
as the place looked, with about a pound of dust coating everything. I
walked around, looking in some of the aging boxes. Some boxes had
books in them, some had old cloths, while others were just empty. A
large box caught my eye. It was in the corner, and it was barely visible. I
worked my way around the room, focused on that one box. A stupid idea
when there is stuff everywhere just waiting to trip you.
My foot got caught on what looked like the oldest box in there. I fell
head first onto the hard floor.THUD!
When my head hit the floor, I saw black and red stars dance
everywhere. Haus, hearing my clumsiness, was barking as loudly as he
could. I tried to call out to him, but between the dust coating my mouth
and the breath getting knocked out of me, I remained silent. I sat on the
floor for a minute and then stood up. I continued on toward the big box.
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Extra carefully this time though. When I got to it, I blew the dust of the
top. I place my hand on it and lifted the lidonly to find that all that
was in there was a dead mouse.
Great, I trip and hit my head for a dead rodent? Happy last day of
summer to me!
Disappointed, I walked over to see what I had tripped over. The
contents of the box were flung around it. There were lots of papers, all
elegantly written by hand, and journals. Well this is a cool find! Making
sure there was nothing under me, I sat down next to the box. I picked up
an old journal and flipped through the pages. Most of the ink was faded,
but I was able to make out a few sentences:
an evil that must be stopped at all costs
The citizens of Massachusetts are confused
the mission is far more.may God help me
Wow, this guy had an interesting life! I wonder whos this is? I flippedthrough the journal, looking for the owners name.. I found a promising
signature on the last page: Sir William Phips.
Phips. He has the same last name as me! Are we distantly related? I
flipped through the journals to see if there was anything that could give
me a clue. I couldnt find anything, so I set the journal down. As I did, a
small white envelope caught my eye. What have we here? I
murmured to myself. The envelope hadnt been open before, since the
red circular seal was still intact. I picked it up and looked at it.
It was very old; so old that I felt that if I dropped it, the envelope wouldshatter into many small pieces. I carefully turned it over. It was
completely blank. Should I open it? Or should I not? For all I know, it
could be report on how crops were doing back in the day. Or worse, a
love letter. But thats just the thing. I dont know.
Curiosity killed the cat, I guess.
I fumbled with the seal, trying to get it open without shredding the
paper. But despite my caution, I tore right through to the letter. Oops.
Even more carefully than before, I unfolded the fragile letter.
And nearly dropped it.
Thats not possible! I whispered.It was addressed to me.
CHAPTER 3
My dearest Dani,
I read the line over and over again. It felt like time had stopped. There
was a strange silence, creepy and maddening at the same time. Even
Haus had stopped barking and the house seemed to put off the creaking
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for now. It had to be some kind of coincidence. It couldnt possibly be to
me. I mean, it was written in the late 1600s! Its not possible!
But it felt possible. If I can read minds, I think it could be possible.
Ok, lets just think for a second here. The only way I could ever find out
if it is addressed to me is to simply read it. So I forced my widened eyes
to leave the first line, and read,
My dearest Dani,
You have questions that have been unanswered. There are differences
from you and others. You have a gift, Dani. A powerful gift. I hope that
you will receive this letter as the answers you have been searching for.
Dani, you are a Magician.
You are called to help mankind in some way. That is your mission. Your
mission will be apparent. It will be a passion that you feel you must
complete. And you must.
I do not know exactly what you will accomplish. I only know of you.When the world is about to go through some of its darkest times, we are
born. Always to our family and always on February 2nd. It is a
Magicians job to bring light to the darkness. It is not a simple task, I
know from my own past experience.
I do not know who is in control of the hardships to come, but I know
that without your help, things will go very wrong. It is my
understanding that what I did was to save freedom. I guess that
happened after I was gone. I know what I did was impossible without
my gift. Let you instincts guide you, and trust them blindly.You will not be alone through all of this. You will be meeting someone
new. This person is to be you Guardian. Their mission is very clear. To
keep you safe so that you can finish your mission. You must trust them
with your life, for they will gladly give up theirs.
Dani, you will be finding new abilities. They will come quickly and
naturally. Forget all that you know about magicians. You will never see
a real magician on a stage. A real magician lives by a code and for a
cause much bigger than themselves. It is never about them, but about
the mission.. It is there purpose in life.
By tomorrow, you will know who your Guardian is. Things will not feelright at first, but you will grow accustomed to them. Remember to trust
your Guardian. This person will have the passion, strength, and skills to
take up the task of protecting you. Let this person into your life.
Dani, this is a secret that you must keep. Dont give it away to anyone
whose intentions are wicked. For to know this secret without being
endowed with the gift and passions it takes to protect them, could cause
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the whole world to parish.
Signed through love,
Sir William Phips
219 Brimmer Street
Boston, M.A.
October 14th, 1692
I was dizzy. I felt like I was about to pass out. Breathe, Dani, remember
to breathe. It could be another Dani, right? I folded the letter, even more
carefully than before and slid it into the envelope. Not a simple task
when your hands are shaking.
He couldnt have been talking to me. Its not possible. Im just not
Magician material. But part of me hoped he was talking to me.
Because either Im a Magician, or Im just slowly going in sane. I looked
down at the envelope in my shaking hands. The seal was now broken, its
secrets now revealed. I flipped it over to the back. It was still blank.Dont get you hopes up. Youve read way to many fantasy books. Its
finally getting to your head. He wasnt talking to me.
But then the impossible happened.
The blank envelope was no longer blank. On it, in big fancy letters,
words were being written. I watched in awe as it wrote my full name.
Dani Beth Phips
Thats when I had what you would call a wow moment. I think I
stared at the no-longer-blank-envelope a full ten minutes. Haus, who
had been patiently waiting for me, woke me from my wow stupor witha loud bark. I jumped as the loud bark echoed in the attic. It seems that
Hauss patience had worn off.
I stood up slowly, my bones making little snapping noises from sitting in
one position for so long, still clutching the envelope. I walked over to the
square hole in the floor and looked down. Haus seemed to be attempting
to find a way up the ladder/steps. When he saw me he literally started
jumping up and down, trying to get up in the attic. I smiled down at
him. Look whos laughing now! I said.
Revenge was so sweet.
After hearing my voice, he decided to try a new tactic. He went allpuppy-eyed on me. He sat still long enough to look at me and whimper
pathetically like a newborn puppy. Smart dog. He knew I could never
resist the puppy face. I climbed down the ladder even more carefully
than I had with the boxes, clutching the envelope to my chest. He
wagged his tail triumphantly as my feet hit the hard floor. This time I
glared at him.
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Enjoy it now, Haus. One day I will find a way to ignore that face of
yours. I said. That just made him wag his tail all the more. He shoved
his nose into my hand, wanting me to pet his head.
You just cant stay mad at a dog forever can you?
I patted his head all the way to my room. When I got there, I started to
look around to see where I could put a 320 year old letter. I examined
possible hiding places. My room was always neat. My bed with the miss-
matched colored comforter with an old tattered blanket was made army
style, with all the sheets and blankets tucked into the mattress. The
dresser was un-cluttered and had a small stack of books to read on top..
The small outdated tv that refused to work no matter what I did sat next
to it, My reading table was barely fitting a small fan, a lamp, a clock,
and a book. But it looked neat the way it was set.
The messiest part of my room was the desk. It had a computer, a large
can of pencils, paper scattered on top, and little speakers for music.There were drawers full of useless crap. This was probably the best
place to hide the envelope. I walked over to the desk and pulled a
drawer completely out of the desk. In the spot where the desk drawer
had been was a flat surface where the drawer sat when it was unopened.
I placed the envelope there, and put the drawer back in its place. No one
ever takes out a drawer, so the letter should be safe.
Now that the letter was safely hidden, I could actually think about what
it said. Apparently, something big was about to happen. Something very
big. And I had to stop it. You can call me crazy all you want, but afterreading that letter and seeing my name written on the back of the
envelope, as if by an invisible hand, Im gonna believe every word that it
said. So what was a Magician? What powers are there? When am I
gonna get these powers? Will they help me get an A in math this year?
That would be a miracle in itself!
At least I dont have to do this on my own. I have a Guardian. Now I
just need to figure out who this Guardian is. The letter said Id know by
tomorrow. Well thats good for me, because I prefer quick results. There
is too many questions that are unanswered.
I sighed and sat down at my computer desk. I clicked and found myselfof an internet search page, where I typed in the word magician. A
bunch of websites came on the screen, and I randomly clicked on the
first one I saw. It had a picture of a tall scrawny dude on stage pulling a
rabbit out of a hat. I didnt even bother to read anything on the page. I
went back and clicked on another website. This one had stars shooting
out of wand. It didnt look promising. I decided it was worthless to try
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to just look on other peoples websites. I went to an online dictionary
web page and typed in the word magician as I had before. There were
two definitions.
The first one said: an entertainer who is skilled in producing illusion by
sleight of hand, deceptive devices, etc.; conjurer.
The next one wasnt any better: a person who is skilled in magic;
sorcerer; witch or wizard.
Well, Im sure not a witch, that much is sure!
The sound of protesting springs reached my ears. I turned around in my
chair to see that Haus had made himself very comfortable on my bed.
Haus, how many times do I have to tell you I stopped there because
when I turned around, I had gotten a good glance outside my window. It
was already dark. Dang it..
I dont wear a watch because I hate numbers, so I checked the time at
the bottom of the screen. 8:35. Mom would be home any minute now.How long was I in that attic? It couldnt have been that long, could it? I
guess I was starring at the letter a bit more than I thought. Oh, well.
A high pitched whining caught my ears. I turned around for the second
time. My TV was making the noise. Hauss ears went back. He clearly
didnt like the high pitched noise as much as I did. I turned away from
Haus and looked at the TV. It was just a fuzzy haze of black and white
specks. I got out of my chair to go investigate. The closer I got, the
better the picture was on the TV. And I know it had nothing to do with
my vision.The whining had now turned into audible words. It was the news
channel, talking about the 2012 presidential election. The screen was no
longer fuzzy, but had the perfect picture. I was now close enough to
push the off button, but I hadnt seen who had actually won the election.
A sharply dressed man that looked to be in his late fifties came up to a
podium. The bottom of the screen said that the mans name was Charles
Vallend. He adjusted the microphone and let his gaze go around him,
posing for cameras and paparazzi. He smiled one more time and spoke
up in the microphone, saying, I speak to you for the first time today, as
your next president.So this was the new guy in charge. I knew he was important because of
the not-so-inconspicuous body guards hovering in the background. But
now that he said it on screen, you can tell he played the part well.
Behind Charles, a group of political-looking people were crowded into
seats. The only sign that showed they were still breathing was when they
nodded. Or in others cases, shook their head.
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Suddenly, a handsome man who looked to be in his late twenties came
up to the podium and whispered into Charless ear. Bit young for
politics isnt he? Apparently no one else thought so, because Charles
turned to the man and nodded. He continued on with his speech. But the
camera was no longer focused on Charles, but on the handsome guy. I
got a good glance at him before the camera switched back over.
He had a full head of black hair, slicked back. A hard look to pull off
without looking greasy, but with that face, he looked fine. Dark eyes
seemed to match his dark hair. He wore a perfectly tailored suit that
looked like it cost more than my house. He wasnt scrawny, but he
wasnt well built either. At the bottom of the screen, the name Edric van
Raphen was being displayed.
You could tell this man was powerful. Just at the first glance. He just
radiated power. I think it was the way he carried himself, with grace
and confidence. Edric was now on his way back to his seat, and thecamera adjusted back to Charles. The speech was still going strong, and
my curiosity over the new leaders had worn out. I reached out and
pressed the off button on the TV.
But it wouldnt turn off.
The button had done absolutely nothing to the picture on the screen. I
pressed it a second time. Nothing. A third time. Zip. I was now getting
frustrated. Well, if your TV wasnt responding to you, youd be
frustrated, too.Id had enough of the Im-broken-now-Im-not TV. I
walked around my dresser until I could see the wires and pulled theplug. The screen went black.
Thank God.
I heard a rustling on the bed behind me. Haus was sitting up with his
head
cocked to the side, listening to something I couldnt hear. Then he
jumped off the bed, shaking everything on that wasnt more than his
200 pound bulk, and ran out the door.
Mom was home.
I knew this because of Hauss behavior and also from my mothers tired
thoughts. Dani! Im home! she called up the stairway. I got up,glanced warily at my TV and headed downstairs. When I got to the
bottom of the stairs, the hallway split into two directions. I stupidly took
the left and ended up in the living room. Well, I took the long way, but I
can get to the kitchen if I go through the door on the other side of the
room. I took a step to cross over to the other side.
And the living room TV came on with a high pitched whining.
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I looked at the TV. Charles was finally finishing up his speech, and an
old lady in a stiff blue suit stepped up to take the mike. But none of this
concerned me. I just want to know how the TV came on. The remote
was lying on the living rooms coffee table. Glancing around to make
sure that my mom wasnt coming in, I walked over and picked up the
remote. After a minute of looking for the off among the many buttons,
I slowly pressed off.
It didnt turn off. Again. Even after I pressed the button multiple times,
it would switch off.
Dani, where are you? my mom yelled from the kitchen. Crap.
Ill be there in a minute! I yelled back. I didnt want to unplug the
living room TV like I did with the one in my room. This was the TV that
my dad used to watch
PROLOGUE
Massachusetts, Governor Sir William Phips had a secret. He didnt
know how, he just knew. He knew that witches were not real. And he
also knew that the good people of Salem had no clue. They were
innocent. They had been put on trial for witchcraft. They were tried and
were about to be burned at the stake.
As Governor he knew he was the only one that could stop it. And so here
he was, on his way to Salem, to stop the confused citizens of
Massachusetts. Mr. Phips was a powerful man, and maybe he could use
that power to save the innocent people about to be murdered that day.But he was not powerful in the way people thought him to be. He had a
power.. The power few possessed that was for the good of mankind. But
it also had to be hidden from those he protected. Its the burden that
Mr. Phips knew only too well. He had kept his secret hidden his whole
life and would die keeping it if necessary.
CHAPTER ONE
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Umph!
Haus landed on top of me, all 200 pounds of him. A loud boom shook the
room. The storm outside was now raging now at full force. An
illuminating flash let me see the outline of my massive dogs face only
inches from my own. Haus, get off me! I moaned tiredly. His
quivering form only seemed to move closer. For such big dog, he really
was a wimp when it came to storms. Seeing he hadnt obeyed, I pushed
back the huge dog till his back paws hit the wooded floor. Although his
front paws remained on me, I could now fully breathe. I patted his huge
head. His thoughts were panic stricken and filled with fear.
Yes thats right, I said thoughts. I dont know why, but I can read
peoples minds. And apparently animals, although all that I can hear is
just emotions. Haus is a good dog, except for the occasional thunder
storm crazes. He is also my only friend. I raised him since he was only a
few weeks old. Our old neighbors in Kentucky gave him to us for free.The mother was our neighbors rottweiler, Duchess, and the father is to
this day a mystery. Mr. Jinks, our neighbor, said he saw a huge black
dog leaving the pen where he kept Duchess. He had at first mistook the
massive black dog for a bear. Biggest dog Ive ever laid my own two
eyes on! hed said when he had handed him to me.
It took me a while to find a name for him, since he was so unique. He
looks like a rottweiler, except for his sheer size and full black coat. But
he got his name soon enough when my mother spilled a whole gallon of
milk on the floor.. She had gone to grab a mop to clean up the milkymess, only to find that the puppy had beaten her to it. My Haus. shed
said. When I had questioned her about the word Haus, she told me
that it meant hero in Hungarian. And so from that day on, he was Haus.
Now, sitting on my bed with his gargantuan paws in my lap, the hero
was cowering. Come on, Haus, I said, lets go get you to your room.
We didnt really intend to let Haus have his own room, but we have so
many extra rooms since the move. Haus plopped his front paws on the
wooded floor and waited for me to join him. I hopped out of bed, pulled
on my slippers, and walked to door. I still get lost every time I walk
around in the new house, with all its new hallways and doors. Even mydad, who has just the about the sharpest memory in my family, walks in
my room from time to time with his newspaper thinking its the
bathroom.
Another loud boom got Haus running down the hall towards his room,
with me walking slowly behind him. After a good minute of searching, I
found the door labeled Haus, and stepped inside. Hauss mind was no
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calmer than it had been before. He went and laid down on his huge
cushion and started shivering in fear. A flash of lightning lighted the
room. The room was originally used as a sitting room, or maybe a
reading room. It wasnt quite as large as some of the bedrooms, but it
was not closet sized. It was bare apart from Hauss cushion and small
table in the corner. On the table was a blanket. I had put it there for
nights such as these, when Haus needed some company. I grabbed the
blanket and eased myself down next to Haus on the cushion. He put his
head in my lap, and I ran my hand over his smooth fur. Gradually, his
mind started to calm down, and soon enough, the 200 pound dog was
snoring.
Boom! The house shook and creaked. Haus twitched in his sleep. The
house continued creaking even after the thunder had died down. Well of
course it would creak! The house was built in 1691 after all. That was
probably the only reason we moved into it. You see, my father got a jobat Harvard as a history professor. Thats why we moved from Kentucky.
My mom, who is always traveling anyway because she is a best-selling
travel book author, was ecstatic about moving. It took a while to find a
place to move to, since my dad was looking for something with a little
bit of history to it, but then we found what he labeled, the perfect
house. Actually, the house was really named My Island by the
Governor who built all those years ago. Anyway, when my dad found
this house, he was thrilled. He quickly offered to buy the house, only to
find that someone else had beat him to it. The real-estate lady was realnice about it and apologized several times, promising that if things
didnt go well with the other people, that wed be the first she called.
But that was unlikely.
But then the unlikely happened. She called. A week later, the real-estate
lady called. And just like that, we moved into 219 Brimmer Street.
Through all of this, my parents didnt ask for my opinion much. Im not
a talker, and I prefer to be alone, and my parents respect that. I hadnt
been devastated by the move, not at all. In fact Hausss thoughts had
more anxiety about leaving than I did. I just simply went along, did my
part. Adapted. But if my parents had asked me my opinion, I wouldhave told them I wanted to stay in Kentucky. I was not attached to any
people there, but I loved the country-styled fields and open blue skies.
Now, here in Salem, I am going to be attending a school for the first
time, since I have been home schooled in my previous years. I already
went this afternoon, since school starts tomorrow, to meet my teachers,
get my schedule, and find my locker. Everything sounded great except
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for the meeting the teachers part. I just dont like talking to people.
The teachers were very teacher-like, with their straight backs, beady
eyes, and in some cases, balding hair. My locker number was 202, and it
was on the end of the row of lockers, which means less people to be near.
My schedule was very simple: math; English; science; P.E.; lunch;
history. They said there was a free period in there somewhere, but it
failed to show on the paper.
I didnt see many people, just a few stuck-up richies, a couple of nerds,
and some jocks. I was about to leave, and thats when I saw them. A girl,
about five foot in height with dark brown hair and olive skin, and a boy,
about six foot in height with shaggy, blonde hair, tan skin, and broad
shoulders. The boy was towering over the frail-figured girl, taunting
her, teasing her. The girls thoughts were racing a mile a minute; she
was very scared. I hadnt been able to make out the words he used, but
the tone was clearly not pleasant. And neither were his thoughts. Thatwas all I needed to hear. I had needed to stop it.
Now, see, on any other day I would have just ignored the two, no matter
how uneven the odds are. Id have just stayed where I was, remain
invisible, and move on. But today was different; it was just something
that had to be stopped.
I had walked right up to the boy and girl, who both looked like they
were about my age, despite the varying heights. I grabbed the boys
shoulder. He started to turn his head towards me, and says harshly
What do you! he never did finished. I stared at him right in theface, into his deep, blue, eyes. And he just stared right back. We both
just stared. His face had contorted then into a playing field of mixed
emotions, all unreadable. His mind was going far too fast for me to even
hope to read. The girls mind was filled with relief, but also a whole new
fear. She feared for me. That was a first.
The boy was not in his emotional stupor long. What now played on his
face was shock and confusion. Who are you? hed asked.
I had answered him without skipping a beat, The names Dani Beth
Phips. I had then put my arm around the small girls shoulder, turned
my head, sending my braid swinging around, and led the confused girlaway.
I did not need to look back to sense that the boy- no the bully- was
staring at me as I made my retreat. His mind was still in turmoil, so I
hadnt been able to read it then. Well, that had suited me just fine. I
didnt want to read his mind anyway.
And now, on the floor, dwelling on my horrible day with my Hauss
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heavy head bellowing in my lap, I realize I have to face the girl and the
boy in two days. Great, Dani, just great.
I have made enemies before the school year even started.
I sighed, lifted Hauss head off my lap, draped the blanket over him,
and made my way back to my room slowly. Wandering through the
creaking halls, I examined what was now my home. It didnt feel like
home. Kentucky didnt feel like home either. Where is home? Well,
Dorothy was right about one thing. Theres no place like home. Because
there is no such place.
I found my room after a couple of turns, and crawled into bed, too tired
to care that my slippers were still on my feet. This was only one of the
many sleepless nights Ive had since we moved here. But if I hurried up
and fell asleep quickly, I could get about four hours of rest.
I nearly slid into oblivion the second my head hit the pillow.
Dream-like thoughts and conversations filled my head.But one voice, among the other dreamy voices, stood out to me, even
though it was whispering:
You have been chosen
CHAPTER 2
I woke to what sounded like a dying animal.
BEEP BEEP SHREIK! BEEP BEEP SHREIK! No its just my dang
alarm clock. A great start to the last day of summer. Just peachy. I
checked to see what time it was. 12:34. Well, I slept half the day away.
Apparently my alarm clock isnt working properly. I slipped out of bedand went to get ready for the day.
My mom and dad were up. I know this because my dads thoughts were
on where he last put his car keys while my mom was wondering if she
should have a tuna or ham sandwich. I threw on my favorite gray shirt
with an old pair of jeans and headed down the halls toward the kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen, I found Haus staring very intently at my
moms ham sandwich.
Hey honey. Howd you sleep? she said. Mom has been asking me that
every morning since the move. Her mom-instincts have been telling her
I havent been sleeping well. Either the mom instincts or the blackcircles under my eyes.
Fine. Is there ham left? I replied as I sat down at the table. No, but
there is just a bit of tuna left to make a tuna sandwich. she answered.
Did I mention how much I hate tuna? I scowled at the little can with the
overly happy fish on it. My dad walked into the kitchen. Has anyone
here seen my car keys? I have to get to Harvard before one. Dads
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thoughts were trying to retrace his steps from the time he walked into
the door last night. He knew he had his keys when he walked in, but
after he saw dinner for him in the microwave, he lost track of where he
put them.
Try looking in your pants pocket. You know, the pants you wore
yesterday? I suggested. Remembrance dawned on his face. Thank you
Dani! he turned to my mom, Do you know where my pants are? My
mom took a minute to answer. Oh! There in the washing machine.
Dad ran in the direction where he thought the laundry room was. By the
time he returned, my mom had a finished tuna sandwich on a plate for
me.
He held up the remains of what was his car keys. Do you think it will
still work? he asked. I tried to stifle a laugh. The key will. my mom
answered. At least its clean now. I said. He frowned and headed out
the door to his car.Now I have to walk all the way up to the car to unlock it. he thought.
I couldnt help it. I burst out laughing. My mom joined in and we
laughed for a good bit. Men are just so lazy sometimes.
Well that was an interesting lunch break. Mom said after a bit.
That confused me a bit. Wait, youre on your lunch break? I asked.
She walked over to the sink and started to wash off her dirty dish from
lunch. Yes, I had the morning shift at the store today. I get an hour
break and then I have to go back. Becky is sick, and I have to cover her
afternoon shift. She said.Apart from writing travel books, my mom works at Go Global
Traveling Agency as her day job. She hadnt been working there long,
only about a week, so Im surprised she is on a first name basis with
some of the employees. My mom looked at me sadly. I hate leaving you
here like this. She chided. And she really meant that. The only reason
she let me keep Haus was so that I wouldnt be completely alone all the
time. Mom, Im sixteen. Ill be fine. I said.
She started to gather her purse and her car keys. No wild house parties
while Im gone. She joked. As if I knew any people that would willingly
talk to me, let alone party. I smiled and played along, Guess Ill have tocall all those people to tell them my mom is on to us.
She laughed and headed for the door. Ill be home around nine. Bye.
And that tuna sandwich better be finished by the time I get back. she
thought.
Dont worry, it will be gone. I said, eyeing Haus. Wait a second. Oops.
My mom looked at me real funny for a second. Her hand was on the
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doorknob. So close, all she had to do was walk out the door. What?
she asked. What to do! I decided to do what I do best. Frame Haus.
Um, Haus still looked spooked from that thunder storm last night. I
was simply telling him it would be gone. Why do you ask?
Mom looked doubtful at first, but then thought, She does talk to that
dog a lot
No reason. Ill see you later, sweetie. she finally said. She turned the
doorknob and she walked out the door.
Whew! She bought it. There are reasons why I dont like to talk much,
and its because my big mouth can get me in big trouble. I turned to
Haus. Looks like its just you and me, boy. I got up from the table and
was about to leave the kitchen, until I saw what caused the close call this
morning. The tuna sandwich. I walked over to it and rattled the plate.
Hauss eyes never left the sandwich. I set it on the corner closest to him
and turned away. Haus is smart; he wont eat anything off the tableunless no one is watching. I heard his big claws click against the kitchen
tile, then stop. I heard a shift of weight and paws thud on the table. And
finally I heard a chewing sound and satisfied thoughts. I turned back
around, and sure enough, the plate was empty of both sandwich and
crumbs. I took the plate and put it in the dishwasher.
Now what? My parents are gone and its the last day of summer. I
walked out of the kitchen until I was in our living room. The TV had
been left on, and it was talking about the upcoming 2012 presidential
inauguration. Not one for politics, I switched it off. I glanced around theroom. This is were we have all the other boxes we havent unpacked yet.
My mom, being such a neat-freak, had labeled ever single box. There
were three small boxes labeled attic that were pushed in a corner.
Well, there is nothing else to do, and I can carry boxes.. So I put two and
two together and went over to inspect them. They were small boxes, so I
could carry them all at once. I grabbed the boxes and started to walk
towards the stairs. The downside about carrying boxes is that if you
stack them up to carry them and you cant see well. So I made the trip
up the stairs, tripping over every third step I took. By the time I reached
the top of the stairs, I could have sworn that the boxes were full ofrocks.
I walked around the halls, looking for anything that looked like it would
lead to the attic. Haus loped up the stairs and found me, and then took
his usual place at my heals. The boxes were now getting heavier with
every step. I looked at Haus (hard to do with boxes in you arms) and
said, You could help you know. He just wagged his tail and pretended
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to know what I just said. His dark eyes seemed to laugh.
I turned the corner and saw a rope hanging from the ceiling.. The attic.
I set the boxes down and hopped up and down until I caught the tip of
the rope. I pulled down, and with a loud creak, a set of ladder/steps
greeted me. Now I see why these boxes had been left for someone else to
put up. How do you carry a box full of unknown crap up a ladder? Very
carefully, thats how. I grabbed the first box and ascended up the ladder.
It was dark, and I couldnt see a thing. I felt my way to the wall, and set
down the box. I walked around, slowly so I wouldnt trip over anything
that might be up here.
Something cold and string-like brushed my forehead.. I reached out and
blindly found it. Curious, I gave it a tug, and a naked light bulb
illuminated the attic. The whole interior was made of wood. It was like
being on the inside of a ship or a small abandoned cabin. There was a
very old chair in the corner. At closer inspection, the chair looked like itmight have been bright red, but lets just say the years havent been
very kind to it. Next to the old chair was a small reading table. If the
lighting was any better, this would be an ideal place for me to read!
There were ancient boxes everywhere. Even with the small light, I
couldnt see everything about the room. And the smell! It smelled as old
as the place looked, with about a pound of dust coating everything. I
walked around, looking in some of the aging boxes. Some boxes had
books in them, some had old cloths, while others were just empty. A
large box caught my eye. It was in the corner, and it was barely visible. Iworked my way around the room, focused on that one box. A stupid idea
when there is stuff everywhere just waiting to trip you.
My foot got caught on what looked like the oldest box in there. I fell
head first onto the hard floor.
THUD!
When my head hit the floor, I saw black and red stars dance
everywhere. Haus, hearing my clumsiness, was barking as loudly as he
could. I tried to call out to him, but between the dust coating my mouth
and the breath getting knocked out of me, I remained silent. I sat on the
floor for a minute and then stood up. I continued on toward the big box.Extra carefully this time though. When I got to it, I blew the dust of the
top. I place my hand on it and lifted the lidonly to find that all that
was in there was a dead mouse.
Great, I trip and hit my head for a dead rodent? Happy last day of
summer to me!
Disappointed, I walked over to see what I had tripped over. The
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contents of the box were flung around it. There were lots of papers, all
elegantly written by hand, and journals. Well this is a cool find! Making
sure there was nothing under me, I sat down next to the box. I picked up
an old journal and flipped through the pages. Most of the ink was faded,
but I was able to make out a few sentences:
an evil that must be stopped at all costs
The citizens of Massachusetts are confused
the mission is far more.may God help me
Wow, this guy had an interesting life! I wonder whos this is? I flipped
through the journal, looking for the owners name.. I found a promising
signature on the last page: Sir William Phips.
Phips. He has the same last name as me! Are we distantly related? I
flipped through the journals to see if there was anything that could give
me a clue. I couldnt find anything, so I set the journal down. As I did, a
small white envelope caught my eye. What have we here? Imurmured to myself. The envelope hadnt been open before, since the
red circular seal was still intact. I picked it up and looked at it.
It was very old; so old that I felt that if I dropped it, the envelope would
shatter into many small pieces. I carefully turned it over. It was
completely blank. Should I open it? Or should I not? For all I know, it
could be report on how crops were doing back in the day. Or worse, a
love letter. But thats just the thing. I dont know.
Curiosity killed the cat, I guess.
I fumbled with the seal, trying to get it open without shredding thepaper. But despite my caution, I tore right through to the letter. Oops.
Even more carefully than before, I unfolded the fragile letter.
And nearly dropped it.
Thats not possible! I whispered.
It was addressed to me.
CHAPTER 3
My dearest Dani,
I read the line over and over again. It felt like time had stopped. There
was a strange silence, creepy and maddening at the same time. Even
Haus had stopped barking and the house seemed to put off the creakingfor now. It had to be some kind of coincidence. It couldnt possibly be to
me. I mean, it was written in the late 1600s! Its not possible!
But it felt possible. If I can read minds, I think it could be possible.
Ok, lets just think for a second here. The only way I could ever find out
if it is addressed to me is to simply read it. So I forced my widened eyes
to leave the first line, and read,
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My dearest Dani,
You have questions that have been unanswered. There are differences
from you and others. You have a gift, Dani. A powerful gift. I hope that
you will receive this letter as the answers you have been searching for.
Dani, you are a Magician.
You are called to help mankind in some way. That is your mission. Your
mission will be apparent. It will be a passion that you feel you must
complete. And you must.
I do not know exactly what you will accomplish. I only know of you.
When the world is about to go through some of its darkest times, we are
born. Always to our family and always on February 2nd. It is a
Magicians job to bring light to the darkness. It is not a simple task, I
know from my own past experience.
I do not know who is in control of the hardships to come, but I know
that without your help, things will go very wrong. It is myunderstanding that what I did was to save freedom. I guess that
happened after I was gone. I know what I did was impossible without
my gift. Let you instincts guide you, and trust them blindly.
You will not be alone through all of this. You will be meeting someone
new. This person is to be you Guardian. Their mission is very clear. To
keep you safe so that you can finish your mission. You must trust them
with your life, for they will gladly give up theirs.
Dani, you will be finding new abilities. They will come quickly and
naturally. Forget all that you know about magicians. You will never seea real magician on a stage. A real magician lives by a code and for a
cause much bigger than themselves. It is never about them, but about
the mission.. It is there purpose in life.
By tomorrow, you will know who your Guardian is. Things will not feel
right at first, but you will grow accustomed to them. Remember to trust
your Guardian. This person will have the passion, strength, and skills to
take up the task of protecting you. Let this person into your life.
Dani, this is a secret that you must keep. Dont give it away to anyone
whose intentions are wicked. For to know this secret without being
endowed with the gift and passions it takes to protect them, could causethe whole world to parish.
Signed through love,
Sir William Phips
219 Brimmer Street
Boston, M.A.
October 14th, 1692
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I was dizzy. I felt like I was about to pass out. Breathe, Dani, remember
to breathe. It could be another Dani, right? I folded the letter, even more
carefully than before and slid it into the envelope. Not a simple task
when your hands are shaking.
He couldnt have been talking to me. Its not possible. Im just not
Magician material. But part of me hoped he was talking to me.
Because either Im a Magician, or Im just slowly going in sane. I looked
down at the envelope in my shaking hands. The seal was now broken, its
secrets now revealed. I flipped it over to the back. It was still blank.
Dont get you hopes up. Youve read way to many fantasy books. Its
finally getting to your head. He wasnt talking to me.
But then the impossible happened.
The blank envelope was no longer blank. On it, in big fancy letters,
words were being written. I watched in awe as it wrote my full name.
Dani Beth PhipsThats when I had what you would call a wow moment. I think I
stared at the no-longer-blank-envelope a full ten minutes. Haus, who
had been patiently waiting for me, woke me from my wow stupor with
a loud bark. I jumped as the loud bark echoed in the attic. It seems that
Hauss patience had worn off.
I stood up slowly, my bones making little snapping noises from sitting in
one position for so long, still clutching the envelope. I walked over to the
square hole in the floor and looked down. Haus seemed to be attempting
to find a way up the ladder/steps. When he saw me he literally startedjumping up and down, trying to get up in the attic. I smiled down at
him. Look whos laughing now! I said.
Revenge was so sweet.
After hearing my voice, he decided to try a new tactic. He went all
puppy-eyed on me. He sat still long enough to look at me and whimper
pathetically like a newborn puppy. Smart dog. He knew I could never
resist the puppy face. I climbed down the ladder even more carefully
than I had with the boxes, clutching the envelope to my chest. He
wagged his tail triumphantly as my feet hit the hard floor. This time I
glared at him.Enjoy it now, Haus. One day I will find a way to ignore that face of
yours. I said. That just made him wag his tail all the more. He shoved
his nose into my hand, wanting me to pet his head.
You just cant stay mad at a dog forever can you?
I patted his head all the way to my room. When I got there, I started to
look around to see where I could put a 320 year old letter. I examined
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possible hiding places. My room was always neat. My bed with the miss-
matched colored comforter with an old tattered blanket was made army
style, with all the sheets and blankets tucked into the mattress. The
dresser was un-cluttered and had a small stack of books to read on top..
The small outdated tv that refused to work no matter what I did sat next
to it, My reading table was barely fitting a small fan, a lamp, a clock,
and a book. But it looked neat the way it was set.
The messiest part of my room was the desk. It had a computer, a large
can of pencils, paper scattered on top, and little speakers for music.
There were drawers full of useless crap. This was probably the best
place to hide the envelope. I walked over to the desk and pulled a
drawer completely out of the desk. In the spot where the desk drawer
had been was a flat surface where the drawer sat when it was unopened.
I placed the envelope there, and put the drawer back in its place. No one
ever takes out a drawer, so the letter should be safe.Now that the letter was safely hidden, I could actually think about what
it said. Apparently, something big was about to happen. Something very
big. And I had to stop it. You can call me crazy all you want, but after
reading that letter and seeing my name written on the back of the
envelope, as if by an invisible hand, Im gonna believe every word that it
said. So what was a Magician? What powers are there? When am I
gonna get these powers? Will they help me get an A in math this year?
That would be a miracle in itself!
At least I dont have to do this on my own. I have a Guardian. Now Ijust need to figure out who this Guardian is. The letter said Id know by
tomorrow. Well thats good for me, because I prefer quick results. There
is too many questions that are unanswered.
I sighed and sat down at my computer desk. I clicked and found myself
of an internet search page, where I typed in the word magician. A
bunch of websites came on the screen, and I randomly clicked on the
first one I saw. It had a picture of a tall scrawny dude on stage pulling a
rabbit out of a hat. I didnt even bother to read anything on the page. I
went back and clicked on another website. This one had stars shooting
out of wand. It didnt look promising. I decided it was worthless to tryto just look on other peoples websites. I went to an online dictionary
web page and typed in the word magician as I had before. There were
two definitions.
The first one said: an entertainer who is skilled in producing illusion by
sleight of hand, deceptive devices, etc.; conjurer.
The next one wasnt any better: a person who is skilled in magic;
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sorcerer; witch or wizard.
Well, Im sure not a witch, that much is sure!
The sound of protesting springs reached my ears. I turned around in my
chair to see that Haus had made himself very comfortable on my bed.
Haus, how many times do I have to tell you I stopped there because
when I turned around, I had gotten a good glance outside my window. It
was already dark. Dang it..
I dont wear a watch because I hate numbers, so I checked the time at
the bottom of the screen. 8:35. Mom would be home any minute now.
How long was I in that attic? It couldnt have been that long, could it? I
guess I was starring at the letter a bit more than I thought. Oh, well.
A high pitched whining caught my ears. I turned around for the second
time. My TV was making the noise. Hauss ears went back. He clearly
didnt like the high pitched noise as much as I did. I turned away from
Haus and looked at the TV. It was just a fuzzy haze of black and whitespecks. I got out of my chair to go investigate. The closer I got, the
better the picture was on the TV. And I know it had nothing to do with
my vision.
The whining had now turned into audible words. It was the news
channel, talking about the 2012 presidential election. The screen was no
longer fuzzy, but had the perfect picture. I was now close enough to
push the off button, but I hadnt seen who had actually won the election.
A sharply dressed man that looked to be in his late fifties came up to a
podium. The bottom of the screen said that the mans name was CharlesVallend. He adjusted the microphone and let his gaze go around him,
posing for cameras and paparazzi. He smiled one more time and spoke
up in the microphone, saying, I speak to you for the first time today, as
your next president.
So this was the new guy in charge. I knew he was important because of
the not-so-inconspicuous body guards hovering in the background. But
now that he said it on screen, you can tell he played the part well.
Behind Charles, a group of political-looking people were crowded into
seats. The only sign that showed they were still breathing was when they
nodded. Or in others cases, shook their head.Suddenly, a handsome man who looked to be in his late twenties came
up to the podium and whispered into Charless ear. Bit young for
politics isnt he? Apparently no one else thought so, because Charles
turned to the man and nodded. He continued on with his speech. But the
camera was no longer focused on Charles, but on the handsome guy. I
got a good glance at him before the camera switched back over.
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He had a full head of black hair, slicked back. A hard look to pull off
without looking greasy, but with that face, he looked fine. Dark eyes
seemed to match his dark hair. He wore a perfectly tailored suit that
looked like it cost more than my house. He wasnt scrawny, but he
wasnt well built either. At the bottom of the screen, the name Edric van
Raphen was being displayed.
You could tell this man was powerful. Just at the first glance. He just
radiated power. I think it was the way he carried himself, with grace
and confidence. Edric was now on his way back to his seat, and the
camera adjusted back to Charles. The speech was still going strong, and
my curiosity over the new leaders had worn out. I reached out and
pressed the off button on the TV.
But it wouldnt turn off.
The button had done absolutely nothing to the picture on the screen. I
pressed it a second time. Nothing. A third time. Zip. I was now gettingfrustrated. Well, if your TV wasnt responding to you, youd be
frustrated, too.Id had enough of the Im-broken-now-Im-not TV. I
walked around my dresser until I could see the wires and pulled the
plug. The screen went black.
Thank God.
I heard a rustling on the bed behind me. Haus was sitting up with his
head
cocked to the side, listening to something I couldnt hear. Then he
jumped off the bed, shaking everything on that wasnt more than his200 pound bulk, and ran out the door.
Mom was home.
I knew this because of Hauss behavior and also from my mothers tired
thoughts. Dani! Im home! she called up the stairway. I got up,
glanced warily at my TV and headed downstairs. When I got to the
bottom of the stairs, the hallway split into two directions. I stupidly took
the left and ended up in the living room. Well, I took the long way, but I
can get to the kitchen if I go through the door on the other side of the
room. I took a step to cross over to the other side.
And the living room TV came on with a high pitched whining.I looked at the TV. Charles was finally finishing up his speech, and an
old lady in a stiff blue suit stepped up to take the mike. But none of this
concerned me. I just want to know how the TV came on. The remote
was lying on the living rooms coffee table. Glancing around to make
sure that my mom wasnt coming in, I walked over and picked up the
remote. After a minute of looking for the off among the many buttons,
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I slowly pressed off.
It didnt turn off. Again. Even after I pressed the button multiple times,
it would switch off.
Dani, where are you? my mom yelled from the kitchen. Crap.
Ill be there in a minute! I yelled back. I didnt want to unplug the
living room TV like I did with the one in my room. This was the TV that
my dad used to watch