Hey all!
Finally got things in order with the copyright. I should be able to resume posting in a few days (have to consider the holiday tomorrow) so I will be sure to do so!
I apologize for the time off, and I am very glad that some of you (or maybe new people) have been visiting my blog and keeping my page views high over the last two weeks! Thank you so much!
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Welcome! Here, we will be tracking the adventures of Aiden Brande through my first book in the series! Each week at [[10pm EST Monday]] I will be posting up a new section of the book, being anywhere from five pages to a full chapter. I will label each chapter in order (i.e. Chapter 1... Chapter 1.2) so that they will be easier to find in the archive. Feel free to leave any comments!
Aiden Brande
And the Book of the Four Mages
Aiden Brande is dreading his Sophomore year of high school. On only the second day of school, his classmates seem to think that he's some sort of freak. After all, he did ignite the entire Boy's locker room, activate the sprinkler system, and burst his way into the gymnasium engulfed in flames only to walk away without a single burn mark . But as Aiden soon discovers, this is his gift....
Magic. It exists beyond the books and movies. It's as real as anything else. In fact, it's like living in a brand new world. He quickly discovers the pleasures of magic. Power, fun, friendship. However, it comes at a price. Secrecy, frustration, betrayal, and even death. Magic is nothing like he thought it was, and his new obligation to foil the plans of a powerful murderer will forever change his life.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Posting potentially halted
Hey all,
I was just informed that I should not post until my copyright is fully processed. So I am thinking of listening to such advice.
But if I can't help it, perhaps I'll post :P
And hopefully it is processed soon!
I was just informed that I should not post until my copyright is fully processed. So I am thinking of listening to such advice.
But if I can't help it, perhaps I'll post :P
And hopefully it is processed soon!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Chapter 10
Chapter
10: CIMPLE
Maybe
telling Garret had gone a little better than Aiden had expected.
There was
this whole other side to Garret that Aiden had no idea even existed. Especially the side that told Matt Kaufee to
cut Aiden a break and stop giving him such a hard time.
And he
stayed true to his word, too. After
Modern Media, Aiden met up with Garret and took him to the room under the stage
to see Kirk, Myriah, and Hazzlok.
The
conversation was lengthy, as Garret was very new to magic and had entirely too
much to learn all at once. A full hour
later, he was caught up to speed and well-informed. For someone who seemed so resilient at first,
Garret believed everything that they told him and didn’t even think about
questioning it. Then again, after magic
had potentially saved Hailey’s life the night before, how could he not trust
the four of them?
Much to
Aiden’s excitement, Hazzlok held up his end of the bargain and arranged to take
Aiden, Kirk, Myriah, and Garret to CIMPLE on the day before their Christmas
break.
“Here,”
said Hazzlok. “Take these home to your
parents and have them sign them. They
are false permission slips, stating that we will be attending a Science seminar
in New York since you are my top students.”
“But I’m
not even close to being a top Chemistry student,” said Kirk. “My mom would never buy that.”
“Your
report card for this marking period says otherwise,” said Hazzlok, winking.
Kirk nodded
a “thank you.”
“Hey,
Hazzlok,” said Aiden. “This doesn’t say
anything about what time our bus leaves.
Don’t permission slips for class trips usually have that kind of thing
on there?”
“Ah, quite
right, Aiden. I suppose I shall have to
print new ones, then. Not to worry.”
“Well, if
we’re going to New York, then what time does
our bus leave? I’m going to need some
time to get ready in the morning,” said Myriah.
“Yeah,
‘cause it must take forever to put your hair in a ponytail,” teased Kirk.
Myriah gave
him a reproachful look and turned to Hazzlok.
“Two thirty
or so,” he said.
Aiden gave
a puzzled look. That seemed a little
late for a four hour round trip to New York.
“Oh! Sorry,” said Hazzlok. “I forgot that you don’t know, yet. We won’t be taking a bus… we’ll be taking my
portal.”
“Is that
some kind of fancy, foreign car?” asked Garret.
Hazzlok
laughed. “No, no. By ‘portal’ I mean that we will be
teleporting to headquarters.”
Aiden
looked nervous. “You mean teleporting
like… defying space and time and getting to New York
instantly-kind-of-teleporting?”
“Yes,”
nodded Hazzlok. “Not instantly,
though. Don’t worry; portal travel is
actually quite enjoyable. Two creative
mages from some time ago invented it… it’s been around for a few decades
now. James Tell, a fire mage, created
the concept. His partner on the project,
Alfred Portus, a wind mage, perfected it.
Hence the name ‘teleporter.’ We
owe them many thanks.”
“Whoa,”
said Kirk, his eyes wide. “That’s pretty
freakin’ awesome.”
“Quite. Now, let me print some new slips for you
four. Try to get them signed tomorrow…
just to seem legitimate. We don’t want
anyone to know what we’re really up to.”
“We know,
we know,” said Kirk. “You’ve only told
us a hundred times already.”
“Good. When we finally get to headquarters, perhaps
you will understand exactly why I am so adamant about it.”
For the next two weeks, Aiden could hardly contain
himself. It was like he was going off to
a really awesome vacation or something.
He was
going to teleport, something he only ever fantasized about when he was feeling
particularly lazy. On top of that, he
was going to the center of all things magical in the country, where he would be
surrounded by enchanted objects and other mages. He was also looking forward to picking up on
some new magical lingo. Hazzlok said
that he would even get to meet the CEO of CIMPLE. The head honcho. The real deal. It was nerve-wracking, but exciting all at
the same time.
To add to
this, their regular meetings were now much more fun with Hazzlok and Garret
there. They spent most of the time
trying to help Garret, who wasn't exactly a natural when it came to magic. It took him two full sessions to cast the
same spell that he had done on the football field. It turns out that the spell was some sort of
shielding mechanism that helped him topple his opponents. Even finding out what his Intagrum was proved
to be a challenge, which ended up being the black and brown wristband that he
always wore.
Aiden could
not have been happier, though. His
parents were glad to see that all of his time after school “getting extra help
with Hazzlok” had amounted to his becoming of a top student. This put them in better spirits and they were
much more pleasant to be around. In
fact, they were in such a good mood that they even started up a conversation
outside the realm of academics.
One Saturday
morning, Bruce Brande set down his newspaper and cleared his throat.
“So, Aiden…
who’s Myriah?” he asked.
Aiden
nearly choked on his pancakes. “Dad!” he
sputtered.
Bruce
shrugged and raised his hands in the air.
“Sorry, bud. You left your phone
on the table the other day and she must have texted you five times in about
forty seconds. I thought it was an
important phone call or something.”
Aiden’s
heart sank. They had been texting about
the CIMPLE trip.
“Dad…
please tell me you didn’t read them…”
“’Course
not. I don’t snoop into your business
without asking first.”
“Why? Embarrassed?
Sounds like Aiden’s got a girlyfriend!” his mother teased.
“She’s not
my girlfriend…”
“Oh,
please,” said Lauren. “You’ve done
nothing but text all day long for the last two weeks, Aiden.”
“I’ve just
been talking to some of my good friends,” he said, truthfully.
Lauren
winked at Bruce. “Ooookay,” she said.
Despite how
irritating the nagging from his parents was, it made Aiden realize just how
lucky he was. He finally had a close
group of friends, not just Kirk. Even
Hazzlok was beginning to feel more like a friend and less like a teacher. Aiden felt like he could trust them all and
he enjoyed the time that they spent together.
On the
morning of the trip, Aiden's excitement disappeared and was replaced by
something close to fear. Something about
having his body de-materialize and then reappear somewhere else made him feel
uneasy. Kirk and Myriah were certainly
pumped up all day, so Aiden did his best to hide it. He just could not shake the unsettling
feeling that something wasn't going to go right.
The final
bell of the day rang and Aiden and Garret left Modern Media together.
"I
wonder why he wants us to meet him in the lab instead of our usual spot?"
said Garret.
"Yeah,
I have no idea. Seems kind of
flaky."
After a few
minutes of walking, they reached the Chemistry room to find Myriah and Kirk
sitting on one of the tables, swinging their legs.
"Where
is he?" asked Aiden.
"No
idea," said Myriah. "We were
hoping he'd be with you."
"Nope,
haven't seen him," said Garret.
"Guess
we'll just keep waiting, then," said Aiden. "I hope he doesn't think that we're
meeting in our usual place."
Garret
hopped up on a table next to Kirk while Myriah jumped down and started pacing
the room. Aiden moved over to the
storage closet and leaned against it, crossing his arms. Nobody said anything and they waited for a
minute in silence.
Suddenly,
Aiden was vaulted forward against his will.
It felt like he got plowed over by a bear. The storage closet door had violently swung
open with Hazzlok standing in the archway.
"So
sorry I'm late. Had to make sure that
everything was in order... Aiden, why are you on the floor? Never mind, let's hurry. We have much to do!" he said excitedly
waving his arms.
Kirk could
only laugh as he helped Aiden to his feet.
"Wait...
in there?" asked Myriah.
"Yes,
yes, come on! Quickly, before somebody
passes by," he said ushering them into the closet.
The five of
them hardly fit inside. Aiden had never
been in there before, but he had to give credit to Hazzlok; he was quite
organized. Every jar was labeled and
alphabetized along the wall and all of the boxes were stacked neatly in the
corner. Hazzlok moved over to them and
slid them aside, revealing a very strange looking pattern on the tile
floor. It was primarily a circle, with
several purple, glowing lines weaving in and out of it, making it look like
a very interesting snowflake.
"Step
over here," said Hazzlok.
He moved
aside three jars of acetone and pressed a small red button.
"Hello,
Claudia. I am traveling as a party of
five. Are the pathways clear?" he
asked, apparently talking to no one.
Seconds
later, a high-pitched, nasally voice played out from behind the jars. "Yes, Mr. Ether. Authorization is complete, the halls are
empty, and the meeting is underway... you may proceed."
"Ready?"
asked Hazzlok.
"Wait
a minute," said Aiden. "Did
that woman just call you 'Ether?’”
"Er,
well, yes, yes she did," Hazzlok said quickly. "It's an alias. I must ask that you refer to me as Ether
inside headquarters. I don't have time
to explain it right now, but just please do as I ask. Now are we ready?"
"Uh,
sure," said Kirk.
"Okay. Oh, and do try not to move… just relax. Three, two, one!"
It sounded
as if someone just turned on a vacuum cleaner right next to Aiden's face and
then sucked the light out of the room with it.
He felt his feet leave the ground, or rather that the ground left his
feet. His body felt weightless as it
sailed, belly up, toward the sky.
And then a
pleasant tune played in Aiden's ears, a piano medley mixed with sounds of the
ocean. He felt a gentle breeze blow
through his hair that smelled strongly of cinnamon buns. Light entered his eyes again and he found
himself floating over a beach on a massive, fluffy cloud. The water below was transparent, revealing a
shiny array of coral and sand beneath the surface. The sun shone brightly and warmed Aiden as he
floated along. This was the most relaxed
he had ever felt.
And then he
began to fall, slowly. He drifted down
toward the beach and landed in the soft, warm sand. The vacuum noise sounded again and sucked the
scenery from his eyelids. He opened his
eyes to see a very large, but very bland, grey room with several strange
patterns on the tiled floor, much like the one in Hazzlok’s storage
closet. Myriah and Kirk were wearing
wide grins upon their faces, but Garret looked a little green.
“That was
awesome! Can we do it again?” asked
Kirk.
“Ha! Speak for yourself,” said Garret, who now
looked like he was going to vomit.
“I tried to
tell you to relax,” said Hazzlok. “Teleporting
is supposed to emulate the traveler’s idea of paradise. However, if you aren’t fully relaxed or if you
fidget too much during the initial few seconds, it can be rather… unpleasant.”
“Interesting…”
said Myriah, turning slightly red.
“In any
case, welcome to headquarters! This is
the Portal Room. People from all over
the country can teleport to this room as long as they have been granted
access. It is rare to have your own
private portal, so let’s just say that I got lucky,” said Hazzlok.
Garret and
Kirk nodded their heads, looking thoroughly impressed.
“Follow me,
please. First, we have to check you in
as guests at the desk near the main elevator,” said Hazzlok. “Oh, I should probably check my mailbox while
we’re here. This way.”
He led them
out of the Portal Room and into a small hallway which opened up into a very
large, central area with a high ceiling and several hallways branching off in
all sorts of directions. Hazzlok stopped
at the first door on their left and let the four of them inside.
It took a
minute for Aiden’s eyes to settle, for the entire room was nothing but rows
upon rows of small, metal mailboxes that had been carved into the walls. The room seemed to be divided into sections
as well. Red mailboxes lined the left
side, with grayish-purple ones to their immediate right, followed by blue, and
then brown ones. Aiden understood
immediately – opposing elements were as far away from each other as
possible. Apparently Hazzlok wasn’t kidding…
“Afternoon,
Ether,” grunted a voice to their left.
Hazzlok
nearly left his skin in fright. “Oh! Hello, Jeff – er, you’re here later than
usual, I see,” he said nervously.
“Helluva
day, pal. Just one hell of a day. Left
everythin’ in here this mornin’, then came down in a rush to get started for
the day. And wouldn’t ya know it, left
the damn thing open. Just lockin’ her up
now. I swear, this Clarke nonsense’s got
me goin’ loopy. And who are these kids?” he asked, gesturing
to Aiden and his crew.
Hazzlok
shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, well – you see,
students of mine, yes. I was rather
lucky this year – four fire mages in my senior class,” he lied. “I am taking them to see Raine.”
“Ah, well,
good luck to ya’ll. Raine’s havin’ a cow
today. I’ll be seein’ ya, Ether.”
“Goodbye,
Jeff.”
When the
doors shut behind him, Hazzlok gave a sigh of relief.
“Luckily,
Jeff doesn’t quite fit the bill of a fire mage… he’s rather dumb, you see. Had we run into anyone else, they would have
recognized your auras and the way in which you carry yourselves around one
another and we would be answering questions for days.” He held up his hand and walked over to the massive
wall of red mailboxes. “I’ll only be a
moment,” he said. He stuffed something
inside his suit jacket, which Aiden couldn’t see, adjusted his hair and glasses,
and led them out of the mailroom.
Aiden could
see the information desk a ways in front of him, now. The rest of the gigantic room was empty, so
Aiden figured it was a good time for some questions.
“Who was
that?” he asked.
“Oh,
Jeff? Just someone who I see in the mailroom
every day. His mailbox is next to
mine. He is a Scout as well.”
“And Raine
is the CEO or whatever who we’re going to meet?”
“Mr. Raine, Aiden.
And yes, that is him.”
“Okay. What did Jeff mean about Clarke
something-or-other? I saw you looked
uneasy when he said it.”
“A true
fire mage, Aiden. Very observant, you
are. And quite intelligent to boot.”
“Don’t
change the subject on me, Hazzlok”
“Shh! Ether,
Aiden. Remember what I said? Now, come.”
They
reached the huge, L-shaped desk in the center of the room and were greeted by a
young woman with vibrant red hair, laid in perfect curls, and eccentric-looking
black glasses. She snapped her chewing
gum obnoxiously as she waved to them, a pen in her hand.
Her accent
was a fierce shade of Brooklyn but Aiden recognized her nasally voice from the
storage closet. This must be Claudia. “Hello, Mr. Ether. I have ya guest passes here. Aiden Brande?” she asked looking down at the
four of them, waiting for a response.
“That’s me,”
said Aiden, holding out his hand to take the laminated slip chained to a red
lanyard.
“Okay, and
you must be Myriah,” she said, handing her a blue lanyard.
“Thank you,
Miss”
“Ah, don’t
mention it, honey! You must be Garret –
you look like one. My cousin’s name is
Garret and he’s big and strong like you, doll.”
“Uh – thanks,”
said Garret, awkwardly.
“So that
leaves… Kirk? Lovely name. So handsome, you are!”
Kirk turned
pink and smiled shyly as he took his grey lanyard.
“Thank you,
Claudia. Much appreciated,” said
Hazzlok.
“Anytime,
dear. When are ya takin’ me to dinna, Mr.
Ether?”
“Er – well,
I’m – how about we talk about that tomorrow?
I’ve got to get them up to Raine’s office immediately.”
“Alright,
alright. But just know you can’t play
cat and mouse foreva’ with me,” she said, winking as they walked away from the
desk.
“Real
smooth with the ladies, I see,” said Kirk, jabbing Hazzlok in the ribs with his
elbow.
Garret and
Aiden gave a hearty laugh, but Myriah crossed her arms. “Oh, you’re one to talk, Kirk,” she
said. “You didn’t even say thank you to
her and your ears are still red!”
This made
Hazzlok smile. “Rather intimidating
woman, isn’t she Kirk?”
“I hate you
guys,” he pouted.
“Hey, man,
if you can’t take it, don’t dish it,” Garret chuckled as he slapped him on the
back.
The
conversation came to a halt as they reached a glass elevator and quadrupled
archways. Four long hallways extended
from underneath the archways in a brilliant rainbow of colors. Each hall was guarded by a statue, which,
like everything else in this building, was enormous. As far as elements, it was easy to decipher
which hallway was which, for the statues that guarded them were clad in their
own respective colors.
On the
left, a burly, long-bearded man clutched a flaming hammer in his right hand about
twenty feet off of the ground. A black,
metal anvil lay at his feet. A plaque
along the archway of the hall read Kenneth
‘Hephaestus’ Hadyn. The next hall
over, a thin, cloaked man with eagle’s wings protruding from his sides leaned
heavily on a crooked cane. The plaque
above his head read Feng ‘Hermes’ Govad. To the right, another statue stood erect. A man with scraggly hair that was covered in
seashells and a scarred face held a net in his left hand. Water dripped from his mouth and moved along
the webbing of the net into a small fountain pool at his feet. His plaque depicted him as Irvine ‘Poseidon’ Wiley. And finally, a very muscular young lady, wielding
a bulwark and dagger, stood tall on a small mountain of rocks on the far right. Her plaque called her Gina ‘Gaea’ Avani.
“Brilliant,
aren’t they?” said Hazzlok.
“They have
the names of Greek gods and goddesses,” said Aiden.
“Yes. It is CIMPLE’s way of paying homage to our
ancestors of magic while also poking fun at the rest of the world. You see, Greek gods and goddesses never
actually existed. The Greeks were sort
of careless when they first discovered magic and didn’t try to conceal it. When Normals could not figure out what caused
great floods or earthquakes, they created the image of the gods to explain the
forces of nature. Little did they know
that it was all just the work of mages.”
“That’s
incredible!” cried Myriah.
“Indeed, as
were the mages who we have put on display here.
Each of these four can easily be regarded as the best of their element. The most powerful, hard-working, and cunning
mages to ever roam the Earth.”
Just then,
two doors echoed noisily from far behind them and a throng of people began to
flood the central area.
“Meeting
must be over,” said Hazzlok. “Quickly,
into the elevator!”
He ushered
the four of them into the glass elevator directly behind them and jammed the
last button furiously. As the elevator
made its ascension, Aiden stole another look at the statues through the
glass. A man shot a fireball at the
Hephaestus statue and it quickly moved to the side, allowing him to pass. What a
neat form of security, he thought.
Ding.
The elevator stopped at the top
floor and the glass doors slid open with an awful grinding noise and the five
of them stepped out.
Aiden was not surprised in the least
at the hallway’s décor. Olive green and
burgundy carpeting cupped his feet as he walked and the thick, mahogany walls
watched him as he walked. Photographs of
strange men lined the hallway and orchestral music played through the speakers
overhead.
They paused outside of a set of
double doors and Ether fumbled in his pocket for something. He pulled out a small card and swiped it
through a scanner on the door. Aiden
could hear a soft voicing playing from behind the doors. Mr.
Ether. Department One. Identification
number: nine one six zero zero one three nine nine. Scout.
The same voice called out on Aiden’s
side of the door, now. Access granted. Welcome.
Please step away from the doors.
The doors opened slowly
and they stepped inside.
“Good afternoon, Mr.
Raine,” said Hazzlok.
An older man with a
funky, white comb-over sat at the desk in front of them. His eyes lit up when he looked at Aiden.
“Excellent! Well done, Ether! I knew I could count on you!” he shouted.
The doors shut behind
them with a Click. “Please, Mr. Raine, as long as we are not
being overheard, do call me by my real name.
You know how I hate that alias.”
“Certainly, Edwin,”
said Mr. Raine. “Now, you four must be
Aiden, Kirk, Myriah, and Garret!”
“That’s us,” said
Aiden. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.
Raine.”
“No, no, my
friends! The pleasure is all mine! Please, have a seat – we have much to
discuss.”
Aiden and his friends
did as they were told and sat down in the four seats in front of the desk. Hazzlok stood off to the side.
“So, what has our dear
friend Edwin told you so far?” asked Raine.
Aiden was a little
caught off guard. He wasn’t expecting to
have to answer a bunch of questions already.
Maybe this was secretly an interview to see how they would be as future
CIMPLE employees.
“Who, Hazzlok?” asked Aiden. “Aside from the fact that we are the youngest
mages in a gajillion years, we can cooperate with those outside of our element
and it’s uncommon, and there is apparently some war going on… nothing, really.”
Hazzlok
interjected. “It’s not that I withheld
information from them, Sanford, but rather that I thought that you could
explain it a bit better than I.”
“Ah, well, that may be
true,” said Raine. “It is alright, I
will do my best to give the short and sweet version of exactly what is going
on.” He took a deep breath and cracked
his knuckles, then continued.
“Over the last few
years, a certain man has been quite a thorn in the side of the magical
world. His name is Vincent Clarke, an
ex-employee of CIMPLE over in Britain.
He is vastly powerful and highly persuasive – a combination that does
not bode well with anyone. For that, he
is somewhat renowned, and has gained a bit of a following over time.
“About four months ago,
he assassinated the CEO of Britain’s headquarters and dressed his office with
the blood of the corpse. He had certain
demands of which we are not sure.
However, we do know that those demands were not met and, in a fit of
rage, Clarke terrorized the building, killing an additional forty seven people,
and then left the scene with over one hundred followers of his own.
“This left Britain’s
headquarters in complete disarray for several weeks. Thankfully, everything is in order over there
again and added security measures have been taken. On the other hand, Clarke has gone missing,
and many famous mages are suddenly dropping dead. We believe that this, too, is the work of
Clarke.”
“Wow,” said Kirk. “What a nutcase.”
“Indeed, my
friend. He is on a quest for power –
blinded by it, actually. He is ruthless
and does not seem to have regard for anyone but himself,” said Raine.
“Hang on a second,”
said Aiden. “You mean to tell me that
the guy who killed a CEO and forty seven people by himself is trying to become stronger?”
“That is correct,
Aiden. Indeed, it is scary. It is pretty evident that he is building up
an army and eliminating any potential threats.
To do what with this army… we are not sure. Some of us have theories, but nothing has
been proven, yet.”
Nobody said anything
for a bit.
“So… where do we come
into this picture?” asked Garret.
“Ah, yes,” said
Raine. “You see, Clarke is more than
just powerful. He is at a bit of an
advantage. He is a legendary Quadramage.”
“And… what exactly is a
Quadramage?” asked Myriah.
“He means that Clarke
can perform spells of all four elements – hence ‘Quadra,’” said Aiden. “Am I right?”
“One hundred percent,”
said Raine. “You were right about this
one, Edwin. He is quick-witted. We should make him the leader.”
Despite the compliment,
Aiden was getting frustrated.
“That’s fine and all,
but it doesn’t answer Garret’s question.
What does this guy being a Quadramage have to do with us?”
“My dear boy! He is the first Quadramage in over two
thousand years! You are the youngest
mages in two thousand years! Connect the
dots, don’t you see? History is
repeating itself… fate is at hand!”
“We still don’t know
what you’re getting at, sir,” said Garret, coldly.
“You can’t possibly
mean to tell me… haven’t you heard the tale of The Book of the Four Mages?”
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