NATURE (BOOK TWO OF THE WIZARD SERIES)

CHAPTER TWO

After, been hit by several tracking spells, he finally gave up. Sebastian, on the other hand, threw a brown big book that not everyone can actually manage to lift and it missed Trevor by an inch.

“Dude, what the heck,” Trevor hooted.

“Sorry. But there is nothing useful in any of these books,” Sebastian got up.

“And they are the only books I was expecting to find useful information on.”

“By the looks of things, you are not having the best time either,” Sebastian said, looking at the books that now clouded the floor.

“Yeah.......”

Before he could finish, they heard a noise in the realm. They exchanged thoughtful looks, then looked up again. They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, hoping to hear the noise again, but nothing.

In the guise of whirling, they heard the noise again. But this time it was even louder.

“I will be back,” Trevor said, and without waiting for Sebastian’s reply, he winked out of sight.

Seconds later, he appeared inside the realm. It was very dark, which made the stranger’s eyes glow brighter. Trevor’s jaw dropped.

His veins began glowing, making the stranger know he messed with the wrong person.

The stranger waved a hand at Trevor and moved past him quickly. Like that flash boy in those superhero movies.

But before he disappeared at the corner, Trevor managed to rip part of his shirt.

Not even bothering to follow the man, he moved to see what the stranger left.

He looked to the left from where the stranger was standing and then saw a huge black book. He picked it up. The cover has stone-like things on top. Not just any stones but precious stones because they were kinda shimmering by the light from the moon, which made its way to the room through a tiny window on top.

He examined it carefully, then he waved his wand with his other hand and seconds later he appeared in front of Sebastian.

He moved and laid the book on top of the books on the table. Sebastian followed.

“What was it?” He asked casually.

“I don’t know. His eyes were glowing due to the room lacking light. But I managed to take a piece of his freaking dirty shirt,” he smirked as he brought the clothing closer to his face.

“Do you think it’s the same bastard who was helping us during the Ryan time?”

“I think so because he left this,” he pointed at the book.

“A book?”

“Yeah, it might have information about what we need. If he is the same person, then we will find what we need here.”

“Then dig in,” Sebastian moved closer.

Trevor sighed, then opened the book. Both the men’s eyes widened. They looked at each other, then at the book again. Trevor flipped the pages until the last.

“Dude, there is nothing written in it,” Sebastian said.

“I can see that, dammit,” he scolded, going through the book again. “What the hell is this? Hopefully, it doesn’t have my parents written all over it,” he groaned.

They sighed and sat down. And none of them spoke for an eternal heartbeat.

“I think we need Willo’s help, man,” Sebastian spoke.

“What? Are you crazy? I can’t trust that bastard. We will find a way.”

“When? The more we delay, the more people die, man. Put your ego aside. We have failed, not to mention miserably,” he looked at the book on the table than the ones on the floor, “we need to go and find Willo before his kind or even worse the serpents get to him.”

Trevor kept quiet. Then, “alright,” he sighed.

“Wise decision. But I have to go home quickly. I just left saying nothing. I’m sure Natasha is worried.”

“Alright, and I will try to figure out how this book works.”

Trevor took the book, and shadow walked them out of the library. Then they appeared in the leaving room seconds later.

The boys and Loveness got to their feet.

Sebastian said goodbye and left. Trevor went over and sat down, putting the book on the table. They all just looked at him, waiting for an explanation or anything.

“Father,” Mutale began, “why did you bring the book here?”

“I have to figure out how it works, soon. Loveness, can you please make something for me? I think I’m just hungry,” he leaned on the couch.

Just as Loveness went out of earshot Justine asked, “what do you mean figure out how it works? I thought you just have to read it and move on.”

“Not this one,” he said lamely.

“What do you mean?” Trevor just gestured for the book.

Mutale took the book, and the two moved closer to see what he was talking about.

The boy opened the book, then he flipped about half the book. They exchanged thoughtful looks, then Mutale carried on, flipping the pages until they reached the last page.

“Nothing is written in it,” Erup looked at Trevor.

“Exactly,” Trevor responded, eyes rolled up.

“Maybe it is a diary of some kind,” Mutale suggested.

There was silence for a few minutes, then Trevor looked at the boys.

“The man who was helping us brought it. Well, I’m not sure if it is him or not.”

“You saw him?” Erup asked.

“Not really. But we locked eyes for a few minutes. Due to lack of light, I couldn’t tell who he was. But his eyes were glowing. And the only person who has access to the realm is that man,” he took the book from Mutale.

“So it’s him,” Justine oozed.

“Oh, yeah,” Trevor removed the piece of clothing and laid it on the table, “I got this piece from his shirt. Let me try those tracking spells again,” he took a long breath, remembering how terrible he did earlier.

He waved his wand. Green light came out of the wand and hit the clothing. There was silence for a few minutes, then a word appeared on top of the clothing. Yarrum. The boys slapped their hands on their mouths. Eyes wide open.

Trevor looked at them. And the clever bastards pretended as if they knew nothing.

The name slowly faded until there was nothing left of it.

Trevor stayed in silence for a while, then turned to look at the boys again. He read their minds. “What are you bastards hiding? Wait, you know about Yarrum don’t you?” He shot them a meaningful look.

“No father, we aren’t hiding anything. We are as surprised as you are,” Justine said.

“Mutale, spit it,” he looked at Mutale, the boy just looked on the floor.

“There is nothing Trevor, we will help you with finding information about Yarrum. Right guys?” Erup said and got up.

“Sure,” Justine and Mutale stood as well.

“You are not going anywhere. Sit your asses down. Now,” he scolded.

He examined the boys without saying a thing. But he knew what they were hiding. It was all written on their faces. And all it took was a glance at them.

Loveness block the silence as she came with a white plate covered on top. With a bottle of wine and a glass. She sat them at the table and gestured for Trevor to dig in.

He dipped his head and removed the plate on top.

The plate contained vegan meatballs, rice, thick gravy, and broccoli. After a few digging he looked at the boys, “you aren’t eating. Not until you tell me what you have been hiding for the past five years,” he said mouth full, “and Loveness don’t give food to these bastards.” He added.

“That is probably the worst punishment. Food is important. Boys, what have you been hiding?” She turned to look at them.

“Nothing, mother. I don’t know why he thinks we are hiding something,” Justine said.

“Mutale, you have one last time. What do you know about Yarrum?”

“Alright.....”

“Mutale,” Erup interrupted.

“Erup, keep it shut. Mutale, go on,” Trevor spoke.

“So we came across a gateway in the library. Bu accident,” he added upon seeing the look on Trevor’s face and went on, “then as we went through it we appeared in Yarrum. But we didn’t think it was necessary to tell you. And at that time you were busy with the Ryan situation. And we assured each other not to tell......”

“Apparently, some just did,” Justine spoke.

“So as I was saying before, I was rudely interrupted. We didn’t want you there because,” he paused.

“Because?” He opened the bottle of wine and pulled it into the wineglass.

“Because when you step foot in that place, things might just go south East,” Erup responded.

“What do you mean, boys? I’m a problem solver.”

“And you are a problem, causer,” Justine added.

“What? Loveness back me up,” he whirled and looked at her. Taking a sip.

“Boys, your father is right. It is just that s**t follows him. He doesn’t cause them,” Loveness said supportively.

“Exactly,” Mutale smirked.

“Alright, don’t try to deviate from our talk. You bastards lied. If you had mentioned this earlier, we would have known about the man helping us by now. So your punishment still stands. And you are taking me to Yarrum just after I finish my food,” you shoved half a meatball in his mouth.

“Time difference, father. It’s probably nighttime there. And another thing. A minute spent there might be an hour or so,” Mutale spoke.

“I will keep that in mind,” he dipped his head.

“Will you please reconsider your punishment? At least take the TV from us,” Justine spoke.

“You bastards have phones and laptops,” he chuckled.

“Mother, please talk to him,” Mutale spoke.

“Trevor,” she looked at him.

“Two slices of bread each. That’s all,” he added, shoving the last meatball in his mouth.

Time went by so quickly. Around seven pm, Mrs. Sinkala and her grandson entered. The boy was now around seven years old or less. Light in complexion, kinda tall for his age. Brownish short hair and black eyes. He wore a school uniform and black school shoes. With a bag on his back.

Mrs. Sinkala had lost weight, but she was not slim either. Her long black hair caressed her shoulders and there was a bit of gray in it. She was indeed getting old. She wore a white shirt, a green jacket, and a matching skate. Black flat shoes and a handbag.

Loveness was bringing dinner at the dining table when she noticed them.

“Oh, Mrs. Sinkala, today you took longer,” she shot the old woman a cheerful smile.

“Yes, since it is the time of the exams, there is a lot of work to be done at the school,” she sighed, sitting down.

“I can understand. So are you gonna freshen up first or you are gonna eat first?” She asked casually.

“I think a bath will do my dear.”

“Mrs. Sinkala, you are back? For a second I thought about following you. What took you so long today? Hey Isaac,” he ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Uncle Trevor, where is Mutale?” Isaac asked.

“I think he is in his room.”

“Alright,” he got up and went running. His school bag dancing about.

“Boy, go and take a shower first ok,” Mrs. Sinkala shouted.

“Yes, grandmother,” Isaac shouted back and went out of earshot.

“I’m good to finish preparing dinner,” she got up and went to the kitchen.

“And I’m gonna take a quick shower. This job is gonna kill me,” she carried her bag and shoes.

“And Mrs. Sinkala, I want to talk to you. Of course later, not now,” he added after noticing her turning back.

“Is everything ok, my son?”

“All is well. Don’t worry?” He lied.

“If you say so.” And she left.

He took a long sigh. Thinking of how he was gonna phrase everything. Because Siobhan wanted to get to Trevor so badly, the basted kidn*pped Mrs. Sinkala and her family and later he killed Mr. Sinkala. And then Ryan killed Mrs. Sinkala’s son and his wife, Isaac’s father, and mother. So just blunting everything will not work. The last thing he needed was for the serpents or whoever their boss was to kill Isaac to get to him. That was a scenario to be avoided.