NATURE (BOOK TWO OF THE WIZARD SERIES)

CHAPTER FOUR

Emit went over and sat down. Everyone looking at him eagerly, waiting for him to start explaining. He picked his cup of ice cream and began digging in. Then, after a few scoops, he put the glass of ice cream down.

The light was becoming even dimmer than it was earlier. Emit waved his wand, and the fireplace got lit up. Even the candles grew tall. Then he took a sigh.

“I’m the one that has been helping you,” Emit said.

“What?” The boys asked.

“But why didn’t you want us to see you if you were helping us? And you probably knew my parents. They even made you do all this. And you know I couldn’t hate you if you meant well,” Trevor spoke.

“I shouldn’t be seen on earth.”

“Why?” Mutale asked.

“Anyone who sees me on earth without the glasses will melt to death.”

“What?” They gasped.

“Exactly, the last glasses were owned by your parents. But ever since they died I haven’t seen them anywhere.”

“But you could have found a way to approach me, surely. Not creeping in my library. Now, what other secrets do my parents have?” Trevor asked.

“There is something they asked me to show you.”

“And I’m only knowing about it now, why?”

“Again the glasses. But for me to show you that thing we have to go to earth,” Emit said. “Which is an impossible scenario,” he added.

“Who said anything about impossible? We are going to earth with you. Now,” he got up.

Then, before Emit could argue, there was a loud burn at the door.

“They are here,” Emit said nervously.

“Who?” they asked.

“The snowmen,” gasped.

“So let me get this straight. They are your rulers, right? So you are slaves here, isn’t it? But you are a wizard, why not teach them a lesson instead?” He smiled mischievously.

“It’s of no use we have to leave now,” Emit waved his wand and the ice cream disappeared, even the one in Justine’s hands.

“It’s too late. Once he displays that face, there is no turning back. You see now why we didn’t want him here,” Mutale spoke.

“Just like his father,” Emit spoke.

The snowmen were seconds away from destroying the door. Trevor held his hand, and the wand appeared. The boys did the same. Then Erup tapped his Costa Rican clown from powers.

“I adopted him,” Trevor said after seeing the look in Emits eyes.

Only a few minutes and the house will be full of snowmen bastards. The door blew inwards as they ducked and the door missed them. Snow flicks, blowing inside. They got up and looked at the three snowmen who stood a few feet from them.

The snowmen began walking inside. Trevor gave his wand a casual flick. But they created a snow shield.

The boy’s shadow walked and appeared behind the snowmen. They both said the jinxes at the same time. It hit the snowmen and the adorable bastards went cartwheeling in the air. They missed Erup by an inch and they hit where the door slammed. But they quickly got to the ground as if nothing happened.

Trevor held his hand, but nothing happened. His eyes widened. He flexed his shoulders, but the wings didn’t come out.

“Holy s**t, what the hell did they do?” Trevor asked, not breaking eyes contact with the snowmen.

“Your demon powers are not gonna work here. The maker made sure of that,” Emit said and took a long drag on his cigarette.

“Are freaking kidding me right now? We have a big crisis and you a smoking?” Erup shouted.

“Well, they are four of you. You can take care of these adorable bastards,” he took another drag then patted the cigarette. “You might want to turn around.”

Justine and Mutale whirled, but it was already too late. The two huge snowballs hit them. They skidded on the floor, then finally bumped into the couch.

Erup sent his slimy stuff at them. But they created a shield again.

Trevor gave his wand a casual flick. The blue light came from his wand and wrapped around the shield. The shield began glowing, then it shattered to pieces.

He quickly sent another spell and sent the snowmen slamming the wall again.

The surprising thing was. Their body parts were not dismembering despite them been made of snow. Even the carrot nose was not broken. They had very thin hands that could be shattered upon contact with anything solid. But that seemed not to happen. It was like they were made of metal, not snow.

One snowball held his hand and lightning came to life. It struck all of them well except for Emit, who was busy with his cigarette. They groaned upon impact with the wall. Then hit the ground.

Before they could scramble to their feet, the three of them held their hands, and Trevor, together with his team, began floating in the air.

They sent jinxes, curses and whatever wizarding magic can offer, but nothing seemed to work. They all vanished into thin air before they could even reach the snowmen. Erup sent his pinkish balls, the slimy stuff, but it didn’t work either.

“You bastard, can you do something,” Trevor snapped, giving Emit a stinking look.

“There are four of you. Three are wizards and a Costa Rican clown frog. They are just snowmen,” he smirked.

“Psychopaths,” Erup said through clenched teeth.

“And I thought by now you have realized your powers,” Emit said, and ignited the cigar.

“What do you mean?” Trevor asked, “I swear if you are just one of those bastards after my life I will kill you slowly. And why are they not attacking you?” he gestured for the snowmen. “What are you hiding, you asshole? You are the maker, aren’t you?” He said, eyes burning with anger.

“Back down boys,” the snowmen lowered their hands, slowly bring them down.

Just as they touched the floor, Trevor waffled his wand. And sent Emit flipping on the couch and landed on the opposite. Then he shadow walked and lifted Emit. “What do you want?” He sneered, punching the man in the face. Blood appeared at the corner of Emits lips and he linked it. “What do you want?” He threw him on the table and it shattered.

“For a second I thought your wild side was gone,” Emit chuckled and got up. Their jaws dropped as Emits wounds began healing on their own, “I’m a maker, this is just one of my abilities," he gestured for his body.

“What game are you playing? Did you even know my parents or you are an impostor?”

“Of course I knew your parents, and I’m the one who has been helping you. So get that thought out of your head,” he moved past Trevor, “you can take your sits. It might take a while.”

They walked hesitantly and sat. The snowmen moved and stood close to their maker.

The door suddenly disappeared from where it was and it appeared in its normal state. Even the broken table got fixed. Overall, the house was as clean as it was before the fight.

“But why did you want to assassinate us?” Trevor looked straight into Emits eyes.

“Part of your training,” a smile crept on Emit’s face. “And you look terrible. All of you. I think my boys are becoming more developed than I thought,” he patted the snowmen, “let me help you.” He flicked his wand and got healed within seconds.

“What training are you baffling about?”

“You are about to face the serpents and whoever their boss is. I sensed you have lost your wild side, so just wanted to clarify. And to my luck, you brought yourselves here.”

“First that bastard dog and know you. How many more are out there that my parents told to help me?” His forehead lines appeared.

“I don’t know but I have might the dog once. Anyway, we have to go to earth before my son senses your magic kind. And a word of advice he does, like demons,” he looked at Trevor.

“Wait, you said you aren’t married,” Mutale said, looking at Emit.

“Well, you don’t necessarily need a wife to get married. But in my case my wife died,” he looked down.

“Oh,” they sighed.

“But why are you fearing your son?” Justine asked.

“Well, that bastard is a psychopath. Like my snowmen. Except they listen to me but that bastards don’t.”

“Well, he is your son. So you can probably teach him a lesson or two.” Trevor said, gesturing for Emit to give him a cigar.

“You haven’t met him, Trevor. He is not like you, who follows what his father taught him. My son is obsessed with power. I have tried everything I could, but nothing seemed to work. And he now rules my kingdom,” Emit sighed helplessly.

“Your kingdom?” They gasped.

“Yes, this used to be my kingdom. Until Egayov told everyone that I was helping your family. Egayov is my son’s name,” he added upon seeing their expressions. “So was removed as ruler of Yarrum and Egayov was put into power. And that invisible beast is controlled by him. He took it from hell,” he took a deep breath, “and the bastard is powerful than I’m. I’m now old and can’t get a grasp over my powers at times. So fighting him would be a foolish idea.”

“So you have hidden from him instead,” Trevor said.

“Well, not really hiding. Because he knows where I live. But he keeps a close eye on me. Anyway, we have to go,” he got up.

“After, you show us whatever secret my parents hid. We are coming back to teach your son a lesson. Insolent brats are not my favorite,” Trevor said.

“It’s of no use Trevor, just forget I even said it,” Emit created a gateway.

“Father is right. It’s time that bastard learns to respect his elders,” Mutale said.

“Emit. Just go with it. And once he has said it, there is no turning back. So let’s just go,” Justine cut Emit.

“You guys need to fix your family issues,” Erup nodded and stepped into the gateway.

“Literary,” Justine said and followed Erup.

“Well, what they said. See ya,” Mutale stepped into the gateway.

Trevor and Emit shared thoughtful looks, then stepped into the gateway.

Seconds later, they appeared inside the realm. The boys were already looking around.

Emit moved and gestured for them to follow him. They walked straight into the dark passage wall, and the only source of light was coming from Emit’s wand. After walking for about twenty minutes, they reached the end of the passage wall.

“What did you mean when you said I haven’t realized my powers?” Trevor asked.

“Exactly that. You haven’t realized your powers. What is confusing about that?” Emit spoke. He pressed his hand on the wall. Then an imprint of a hand appeared where Emits hand was. It was glowing, and glowing lines protruded from the glowing hand in all directions.

Then seconds later the wall slide open. Since that wasn’t mythical in their world anymore, they didn’t grasp, nor show, any signs of surprise.

“Oh, come on, I thought that would startle you,” Emit said, sounding disappointed.

They entered the darkroom. Emit waffled his wand, and the room got lit.

It had a marble floor. Rocky walls just like a curve. Then they saw a tree in the center. It was shaped like a Christmas tree. But not with those balls for decoration. But it had diamond-like shiny things on it.

They moved closer to see what was written on the diamond things.

“This is your family tree,” Emit said, and stepped aside for them to get a clear look. “Those are your ancestors from the first Mwansa to the last.” He added.

“Edward Mwansa,” Justine read the name on top loudly.

“It’s ending on us,” Mutale turned to Emit, “and does it sense when a Mwansa is born?”

“Yes. Actually, when a part of your family is still in her or his mother’s womb.”

“But why is my unborn baby’s name not here? And does it also decide the name?”

“Yes, it does. And did you say you have a baby on its way?” He looked at Trevor.

“Yes. My wife is five months pregnant.”

“That child........” He looked down.

“Emit, spit it,” Trevor looked from the tree to Trevor. His mind racing a thousand miles. Was my child in danger? He thought. And if so, from who?