"Where is the boy?" I heard a harsh, masculine voice ask as I hid behind my mother. She hid me at her back and held my hands tightly. I was barely seven and the call had came to my house. I was afraid. I did not want to go, I did not want to leave my mother. She was all I had.
"He's inside." I heard my step father speak and I suddenly teared up. Mother wrapped her hands around me as the wizards came inside and yanked me from her arms. I cried as they carried me away. I screamed as loudly as my voice could reach but there was nothing I could do. There was nothing any of us could do. The wizards placed me on a carriage of about six other boys like me. I could not believe it. I could not believe I was chosen.
The call was a mighty honour for people who saw it that way. It was a call to beco
