The Phoenix Ring(22)

The rocks didn't even twitch, though he did manage to knock down a stalagmite with an earth spell.

Eventually, Aidan felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around, rowan wand at the ready.

"Relax, it's just me." Malachi said. "What seems to be the problem? We thought you might be… hurt."

In other words, you thought I might be dead. Aidan thought, feeling a little anger rise in the pit of his stomach.

"I don't know, the magic won't work."

"Show me." The warlock said.





And so Aidan did. First he showed Malachi, then Edwin, who seemed to be almost happy, and each and every wizard that had agreed to take him on in the camp. At one point, Timothy and Eleanor came down to see his failure.

Finally, right as the sun began to set, Bartemus came down into the cave already packed with wizards and requested that he see what all the noise was about.

Aidan finally lost it.

"I can’t do it!" he yelled, “I’ve been trying all day, It isn’t going to word!”

Everyone turned and stared at him, and he mentally began kicking himself. In truth, he was more disappointed than anyone else in the room. In his mind, he had failed to become a Ranger, and now he was failing to follow the path of a sorcerer.

Bartemus stepped forward.

"Do it one more time, then you can be done."

"Yes sir," Aidan said, greatly relieved. "Yok!"

To everyone's immense surprise, a large blue Soulrock attached to an expensive looking ring fell from a shelf.

"Someone knocked that down!" Timothy yelled, but his voice was lost among the excitement of the crowd.

This is just another bit of entertainment for them. Aidan thought. It's the same as sending young people into this stupid cave and gambling on their life.

His hand clenched tighter around the rowan stick he had been holding.

Somehow someone had brought him the Soulrock and laid it in front of him on the rocks.

Aidan's felt his heart begin to defiantly hammer in his chest as the wizards began to yell for him to touch the rock.

Then he actually felt heat at the tips of his fingers as the anger and magic within him sought an escape.

The small part of his brain that was still thinking logically told him that he had to find something to cool himself off before he blew the cave and everyone in it into magical bits. Then he realized that the outlet for his anger was the very thing that was causing it.

He reached out his middle finger and just barely brushed the surface.

He knew in a moment that the Soulrock was not his. It felt foreign, weak, and so small.

It was like trying to fit a horse into the little chicken coop back at the orphanage.

He opened his eyes and saw the rock lying in his hand, though he did not know how it got there. It was vibrating, slowly at first, but then it began to move faster and faster.

One of the wizards caught on faster than the rest.

"Everybody duck!"

Everyone fell to their knees except Aidan, who was still staring at the blue gem.

He felt the power leave the crystal a moment before it threw him against the wall, smashing wizards into each other and knocking down at least half of the Soulrocks in the room.

"Is everyone okay?" One of the wizards yelled.

The others began to stand up and find their bearings, not without some cursing.

Bartemus walked to the front of the crowd and stood on a large rock so that everyone could see him.

"Sorcerers!" he yelled. "We have never seen anything like this before, so Malachi, myself, and three others are going to try attempt to understand what has happened here. Aidan, you may return to your quarters until further notice."

"Wait." said a voice at the top of the entrance.

Everyone turned to see Edwin, awkwardly favoring one leg.

"The boy has to have a master, Soulrock or no. Any volunteers?"

Aidan knew that almost every single one of these wizards would have gladly taken him on had he acquired a Soulrock. Instead, they looked at the ground and shuffled their feet.

Aidan's fury began to rise again.

Edwin smiled. "Well, then he will have to be sent home-"

He was cut off by Bartemus. "I'll take him."

Edwin's smile faltered.

"Are you sure, Barty? This is a daunting task for an elderly man who has never taken an apprentice."

Bartemus’s eyes were steel as he answered. "I'm positive. Follow me boy, we are going to need to talk."

He brushed down the path past the speechless councilor and out the entrance.

Aidan followed, "accidentally" knocking into Edwin as he passed.





"The Soulrock exploded because you put so much power into it. It never would have done that if you were weaker, or its true master. "

Aidan and Bartemus were inside room number thirty-seven, sitting across from each other at a large wooden table. Aidan had learned that there was a storage facility for the furniture that seemed to appear from nowhere. Timothy had explained to him that sorcerers were incapable of creating objects, instead they moved them from place to place with such extreme speed that any living creature would be killed. With enough practice and enough speed, the items could even be moved through walls. Aidan was still baffled by this theory.