Copyright 2017 Mark Mulle
Published by Mark Mulle at Shakespir
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This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this “Minecraft Adventure Series” such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine…etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch
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Oliver turned a corner, he was in the same stone castle that he had been in a thousand times before. As he quickly walked through the castle, the sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. The hallways in the castle were like a maze, but Oliver had memorized their paths throughout the years.
Oliver made another turn. Torches lined the walls in this hallway. When he saw this, his heart started to beat faster in his chest. A feeling of dread filled his body. This is where the chase always began, and he had a feeling that tonight would prove to be no different.
He started to walk faster as he heard a pair of footsteps following him. Oliver started to run, but the footsteps behind him sounded like their owner was running as well. Oliver knew who was following him, but he didn’t dare to look back. There wasn’t much more of the castle that he had memorized, and he had to focus if he wanted to find a path that led out of the castle.
He turned down some stairs, which he had never done before. The man behind him didn’t get thrown off by his new path. Oliver was sure this man owned the castle, and he was sure to know every path inside of it. As Oliver reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw a door which he had never seen before.
No matter how fast he tried to run, the door didn’t come any closer. He put his hand out to reach for the doorknob anyway, in some hopes that doing that would bring it at least a little closer. As he reached and ran, he tripped. He fell to the ground. As he looked up, the man looked down at him, his long white beard almost touching Oliver’s face.
“I’ve got you this time!” The old man snickered. Then, everything went dark.
“NO!” Oliver screamed. He wiggled around in the dark, screaming for help from anyone who would listen. A bright light appeared out of nowhere, making it easy for him to see. When he finally opened his eyes and could see clearly again, he saw that he was in his bed at home. The light that had saved him was really just from the lamp on his bedside table that his grandmother turned on.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Oliver’s grandmother asked him. She looked concerned; wrinkles creased her skin more than they usually did. Oliver wasn’t sure why she looked so worried. He had the same nightmare at least once a month, if not more often.
Oliver shook his head yes. “Do you want to talk about it?” His grandmother asked.
He shrugged. “Not really. It was the same as usual, except this time, I took a new path. I could swear that I was almost out of that castle. I even saw a new door. Only, when I tried to get closer to the door it was like I couldn’t move no matter how far I ran, and then the old man caught me.”
Oliver’s grandmother sighed and pulled him up for a hug. “I’m sorry you keep having these dreams. It seems like you are getting close to ending this nightmare. I’m sure once you leave that castle the nightmares will end.”
“I hope so,” Oliver sighed. “I just wish the old man would leave me alone. I don’t even know what he wants.”
Now it was his grandmother who shrugged. “Well, you don’t need to worry about it anymore. You’re safe here. The only old man around here is your grandfather, and the worst he could do is bore you to death with his stories.”
Oliver couldn’t help but smile as he heard this. “Do you think you could tell me something nice so I can fall back asleep without thinking about that creepy man in my dreams?” He always asked something like this whenever he had a dream like this. His grandmother’s stories always helped him to fall back asleep.
“What do you want me to tell you a story about?” She asked him.
“Can you tell me about my parents again?” He replied. His parents had both died when he was very young, and he couldn’t remember much about them. Hearing stories about them helped him to feel closer to them, in a way.
Oliver’s grandmother thought for a moment before starting her story. “Well, your mother was the perfect daughter in pretty much every way, except, she always slacked on cleaning her room, just like somebody else I know,” she playfully looked down at Oliver before continuing her story. “She had great grades in high school and earned a lot of scholarships when she graduated. She didn’t want to go to college here, though. She moved across the ocean and stayed there for four years. When she came back, she brought your father with him.”
“Remind me what he was like, again,” Oliver was starting to feel calm again, making him sleepy.
“Oh, he was quite mysterious and very handsome; I think that’s what your mother liked most about him. He didn’t talk much, but I think he was just embarrassed by his thick accent. He didn’t really open up until after he married your mother. A couple years after that, you were born. He opened up so much then. Your mother was never happier than when you were a baby. She would take you on long stroller walks, watch kid’s movies, and sing you to sleep. It was so cute to see all of you when she visited.”
“Do you think it would still be like that, everyone being happy I mean if they were still alive?” Oliver was almost asleep now, but he wanted to hear the answer to his question before he could rest.
“I’m certain that it would be. Your parents loved you very much.” She looked down at Oliver, who was already asleep. “Your grandfather and I love you very much, too,” she whispered. She stood up and turned off Oliver’s lamp. “Sweet dreams,” she said softly as she left the room.
Oliver always felt tired on the days after he had a nightmare. He couldn’t help himself from falling asleep during class. Of course, he had a hard enough time staying awake in his math class even when he hadn’t had a nightmare the night before. There was just something about Mrs. Jefferson’s voice that made him want to fall asleep…
There was also something about Mrs. Jefferson’s ruler smacking on Oliver’s desk that woke him up. “Too bored to stay awake, are you, Mr. Augur?”
Oliver wiped the drool off of his chin with the sleeve of his shirt. “No, Mrs. Jefferson, I just didn’t sleep well last night.” He yawned.
“Well, you’re not going to be having a nice nap after school either,” she spat as she talked. “Detention. After school. This classroom. Got it?” The rest of the class giggled. Usually, Oliver would have laughed along too, but an outburst in math class wasn’t nearly as funny when he was on the target end of it.
Oliver couldn’t help but sulk throughout the rest of the school day. He couldn’t help but dread the detention that was about to happen. He had never gotten a detention before. He had also never had Mrs. Jefferson as a teacher before. Nasty rumors went around the school, saying that no one got through a year in Mrs. Jefferson’s class without getting a detention. He hadn’t believed it at the beginning of the school year, but now he knew the rumors were true.
When it was time for his detention, Oliver quietly entered Mrs. Jefferson’s classroom. He sat in his normal spot. Mrs. Jefferson hardly looked up from her desk when he entered. She set a timer on her cell phone. “You can leave when this goes off,” she said sternly.
“What am I supposed to do until then?” He had brought a book, and since the school didn’t use chalk, there weren’t any erasers to clap out. He wasn’t sure what the average detention was like.
“Just sit there and think about what you’ve done,” Mrs. Jefferson said, and then went back to grading papers.
For the next hour, Oliver sat, staring at the motivational posters on the wall and wondering how well he did on his last quiz. He spent very little time thinking about what he had done. He understood that sleeping in class wasn’t a great thing to do, but it wasn’t like he did it on purpose. He would have told Mrs. Jefferson just that if he wasn’t worried that she would add another hour to his detention if he did.
When the alarm on Mrs. Jefferson’s phone went off, Oliver jumped out of his seat so quickly that he couldn’t have done it faster if he tried. “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Jefferson,” he called from the hallway.
He left the school, free at last. His time in detention had made him miss the bus. Instead of calling his grandparents, he decided to walk home. It was still early in the school year, and the weather hadn’t turned too cold yet. It might have been one of the last warm days of the year, and Oliver wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to take it all in.
When Oliver finally got home, he opened the door, only to see that all of the lights were turned off. “That’s weird,” he mumbled to himself as he flicked the light switch.
As soon as the light turned on, a group of Oliver’s friends from school and his grandparents jumped out from behind the sofa and chairs and all yelled, “Surprise!” Oliver jumped back. He wasn’t expecting something like this. With detention and everything, he had forgotten that today was his birthday.
The whole downstairs seemed to be decorated for the party. Blue and red streamers were hung from the ceiling. Colorful balloons were tied to the chairs in the kitchen and were on the floor in the room. All of Oliver’s favorite snacks were laid out in the dining room on the table. There was everything he could have ever wanted, from fruit salad to blue gummy sharks. The cake also looked delicious. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into it. While other kids hoped for a store bought cake, Oliver knew that nothing could beat the chocolate cake his grandmother knew how to make.
The actual party was relaxed. It wasn’t Oliver’s first boy-girl party, but he wanted it to be his first mature girl-boy party. There were no games of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Instead, he and his friends sat down to watch his favorite movie, eat snacks, and play a card game during the boring parts of the movie.
After eating cake, which was even tastier than Oliver could have hoped for, it was time for him to open presents. His friends knew just what he wanted. By the time he was done opening his presents, he had a stack of new comic books, another cool movie, and more candy than he could eat in a month. “We are going to give you your present from us later,” his grandfather said. “It’s very special, and we want to give it to you in private.” Oliver nodded. He wondered what it could be. Maybe it was a new bike or a ticket to visit an amusement park during winter vacation. His mind filled with possibilities.
At the end of the party, he said goodbye to his friends. There were no goodie bags (that was kiddie stuff), so he let his friends have the leftover candy from the dining room, which they were more than grateful for. He was so pooped from the party that he flopped into bed only minutes after the party. He had all but forgotten about the present his grandparents had told him about.
“I think I ate too much candy at your party last night,” Oliver’s best friend, Charlie, said. He grabbed his stomach. “I’ll never be able to eat another gummy shark again,” he said as he instead put a handful of chocolate candies in his mouth.
“I know what you mean,” Oliver agreed. He had been feeling strange ever since he woke up that morning. He knew that he wasn’t quite sick, but he didn’t feel healthy, either. “I was planning on eating all of the candy I got over the weekend, but I’m starting to think that I should pace it out a little.”
“Well, if you have too much, I can always take some off your hands,” at the same time, Charlie rubbed the melted chocolate from his hands onto his pants. Oliver squinted at Charlie, not knowing how someone could eat that much candy and live to want more of it.
“I’ve got to get going,” Oliver said, not really knowing what else to say to Charlie. Oliver left the school and began to walk home, even though he hadn’t missed the bus that day. He felt weird, and he didn’t want to risk getting sick on the bus.
When he finally got home, he laid on the sofa, not doing much else. His grandmother knew that something was wrong. “I knew this would happen,” she said softly to herself. Oliver only wished that he had been warned beforehand. He would never have had a second piece of cake if he knew this would happen to him.
He laid on the sofa until it was time for dinner. His grandmother hadn’t exactly made his favorite meal. Even though she could have been a chef, the food on his plate looked like gruel to Oliver. He pushed his plate away from him, not wanting to put anything else inside of his stomach, especially not Brussels sprouts. His grandmother encouraged him to eat, anyway. “It’ll be good for you to get something green in your body. You need to eat healthy foods if you want to be able to feel healthy.” Oliver believed what she said, but that doesn’t mean that he was ready to eat his dinner.
He stared at his vegetables in disgust. He wished more than anything that he had a dog to feed them to or that the vegetables would just disappear. As he stared, the vegetables did just that. They seemed to vanish into thin air. He stuck his head under the table, thinking that he might have accidentally bumped his plate, sending the vegetables to the floor. However, they were nowhere to be seen. “What are you doing down there?” His grandfather asked.
“Uh, I lost my knife…” Oliver lied. He didn’t know how to explain what had just happened.
“I didn’t give you a knife,” his grandmother replied. “You won’t find one under the table, either.”
“Oh, uh…okay.” He sat back up. He didn’t know what to say or do. When he looked down at his plate, he half expected the vegetables to have returned, but they were still gone.
“If you’re not hungry, you don’t have to eat anymore,” his grandmother said. “I appreciate that you ate all of your vegetables, anyway. I know they aren’t your favorite.” What she said only proved that Oliver wasn’t going crazy. His grandmother couldn’t see the vegetables either. Oliver continued to wonder where they went, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“I’m going to go to bed. I’m not feeling well,” he said, this time not lying at all.
“Okay, goodnight,” his grandfather said. Oliver hugged both his grandparents and then walked up the stairs and went into his bedroom.
“What just happened?” Oliver asked himself as he sat on the bed. When he went to sleep, he was still unsure of the answer when he drifted off to sleep.
Oliver still felt funny the next day at school, and he hadn’t even touched a piece of candy the day before. He had no idea what could be causing to feel so weird. He was starting to think that he was really just sick. He hated the thought of thinking that he might have the flu, especially since it was just his birthday a couple of days ago.
On top of his stomach ache, school was even more annoying than usual. The school was scheduled to have a pep rally because the winter sports season was about to begin. Usually, Oliver would have been full of pep, but on top of his stomach ache, he also had a headache. He just couldn’t stand all of the noise. He would rather have screamed for everyone to shut up than to cheer for the basketball team.
“I just wish I could go home!” He complained loudly to his friend, Amelia, after science class had ended and they were in the hallway, grabbing their books for their next class. Before Amelia could say anything in reply, the lights went out. The backup generator lights flickered on, but they were nowhere near as bright as the normal lights.
The teachers walked out of their classrooms and looked around in curiosity in the hallway. It wasn’t raining or snowing outside, which is what usually caused power outages. No one was really sure what could have caused it, although that didn’t stop students and teachers alike from mumbling their guesses. Oliver stayed silent. He suddenly felt hot, like he had a fever. He couldn’t help but wonder if his wishful thinking was the cause of all of this.
The power was only out for about half an hour before the buses arrived to take all of the students home. The whole time Oliver was on the bus, he couldn’t help himself from feeling guilty. “It’s just a coincidence,” he said aloud. He said it to try to convince himself, but it didn’t work half as well as he needed it to.
Oliver tried to walk in the house quietly, so he wouldn’t bother his grandparents. He wasn’t usually home this early, after all. However, his grandmother was sitting in the living room and was able to see him as soon as he walked in. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall and then looked back at him. “What happened? Why are you home so early?” She sounded more curious than concerned, but it still made Oliver feel guilty.
“I think something weird is going on with me,” Oliver said. He didn’t know exactly how to phrase his problem. “I feel sick, but I don’t think that I’m actually sick.”
His grandmother shrugged. “It’s probably because you ate too much candy the other day. You’re not as young as you used to be, you know.”
She wasn’t understanding what he meant. He felt so frustrated. He wished he knew how to explain what he was feeling. He fumbled for the words, muttering a few “um’s” and “uh’s,” but when he couldn’t think of the words to describe how he felt, he settled for describing what he thought happened. “School ended early today because the power went out and I think I’m the one who caused it to happen.”
Now his grandmother looked concerned. It wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for, but it was better than nothing. “What did you do?” She wasn’t yelling, but her voice did have a tone of concern to it. “Did you get in trouble?”
“No, no, no, it wasn’t anything like that,” Oliver shook his head. “I don’t know how exactly it happened, but I wished that school would end early, and right after I said it, the power went out.” It sounded silly once Oliver said it but it actually helped him to feel better that he was able to share what he thought happened.
Oliver looked towards his grandmother, hoping she would laugh, smile, or agree with him, but she did the opposite. “Oliver, there’s something that we need to talk about. First, let me get your grandfather. Sit down while I go and get him.”
Oliver’s eyes grew wide. For a second he wondered if his grandmother was just playing a prank on him, but as she got off the couch and rushed to her bedroom, it didn’t seem like she was pulling a prank. Oliver slowly walked over to the couch and sat down slowly. He had no idea what was going on, but he felt like he was going to be in big trouble.
When his grandparents came back into the room, he saw that his grandfather was holding a thin black box. When they got to the couch, they sat on either side of him. His grandfather handed him the box. “Open it. It’s the birthday present we meant to give you.”
Now Oliver was really confused. He thought he was about to be punished, but instead, he was being handed a present. He slowly opened the box. “It’s…a stick?” He asked. Now he was sure his grandmother was playing a prank on him.
“No, it’s a magic wand,” his grandfather said. The words sounded sarcastic, but his tone isn’t. Oliver raised an eyebrow at him, hoping he would say more so he could understand what was really going on. “It belonged to your father. He was a wizard, and now that you’ve shown that you can do magic, we’re sure that you are a wizard too.”
Oliver sat frozen. He was in shock. There was no way that he could do magic. He tried to convince his grandparents that they were wrong, “I only started doing ‘magic’,” he put air quotes around the word, “a couple of days ago. If I was a wizard, wouldn’t I have been doing it my whole life?”
“No, no,” his grandmother took over the conversation. “Before he died, your father told us he was a wizard, and that you might be one too. He said that if you were, your powers would show up when you turned twelve.”
He was more confused than ever. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“Well, we didn’t know if you would be magic or not. No one in our family is magic, especially not your mother. We weren’t sure if you would be non-magic like our side of the family or magic like your father’s. Besides, if we told you that you might be magic one day, and then you weren’t, we didn’t know what would happen.” She explained.
“What happens now, though? Everything’s different now!” He was so frustrated. He was angry at himself for not being able to understand.
“Well, that’s up to you,” his grandfather said. “You can either forgot about all of this and go back to school tomorrow and pretend like nothing ever happened, or you can become an apprentice to a wizard who can teach you everything you need to know about magic.”
“Can I…can I take some time to think about it?” Oliver asked. It was the biggest decision he ever had to make. It needed more than a minute to choose what he would do.
“Of course,” both his grandparents said at once.
Oliver pushed himself up from the couch and slowly walked to his room. Once inside, he closed the door and fell back onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. He had a lot to think about tonight. “It looks like I’m not getting much sleep tonight,” he whispered to himself.
Oliver woke up in the middle of the night; he couldn’t remember falling asleep, but the dream that had woken him up was more vivid than the other dreams he had in the past, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. He had a dream that he met his father. He looked just like he did in the pictures, only older. In the dream, he had run up to his father and gave him a huge hug. The dream wasn’t long, and there wasn’t much more to it than that, but when he woke up, Oliver knew what he wanted to do.
He got out of bed and walked into his grandparent’s bedroom. They were already fast asleep, but he needed to tell them what he thought now before he had a chance to change his mind. He gently shook his grandmother’s shoulder. She looked up at him, squinted a little, and put on her glasses. “What is it, Oliver? Do you have another nightmare?”
Oliver shook his head. “No, the opposite, actually. I had a great dream that I met my dad.”
“That’s nice,” his grandmother replied in a sleepy voice.
“I think I want to learn how to use my magic.” No, that wasn’t good enough. “I KNOW I want to learn how to use my magic,” he rephrased.
“Are you sure?” his grandmother asked.
“I’m sure,” he said more confidently than he actually felt. He then hugged his grandmother goodnight and went back into his own bedroom.
He tucked himself into bed, thinking about the decision he had just made. He knew in his heart that he made the right choice, but he was nervous about what it might mean. Just a few hours ago he found out he was a wizard, and now his whole life was changing because of it.
When Oliver woke up in the morning he thought all of the events from the night before were just a dream. Sure, he remembered everything clearly, but then again, he remembered most of his dreams just as clearly as he did his memories.
He walked downstairs and saw breakfast on the kitchen table. With all of the craziness that had gone on recently, he forgot that it was already the weekend. He was relieved to see that his grandparents were acting normally. His grandmother was at the stove, flipping her usual batch of Saturday morning chocolate chip pancakes and his grandfather was sitting at the table reading a day-old newspaper.
Oliver grabbed a comic book off of the bookshelf and took his seat next to his grandfather. He read quietly for a few minutes before his grandfather looked up from his paper and looked to Oliver. He suddenly stood up without saying anything and left the room. Oliver didn’t know what to think. He sniffed his armpits to find out if he smelled. He did, a little, but not bad enough for his grandfather to jump up and leave the table.
When his grandfather came back to the table, he had a thin black box in his hands. Oliver’s eyes opened wide. “You forgot this downstairs when you went up to bed last night. You’ll need to practice keeping it close to you if you want to be a good wizard like your father.” That’s all his grandfather needed to say to prove to Oliver that last night wasn’t just a dream. Everything he remembered had really happened.
He couldn’t think of what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all for a long while. It wasn’t until his grandmother put a plate of pancakes in front of him that he even muttered the word, “Thanks.”
His grandmother took a seat at the table. “Before he died, you father told us the name of the best trainer in the country. I e-mailed him this morning and told him about how you want to learn how to control your magic.” Oliver didn’t say anything. He had been speechless often as of late. “Well, he must have been sitting at the computer right when I sent the e-mail because he replied right away. He said he would be ready for you to move in with him next week if you’re still willing to go.”
“All of this is real? Isn’t it? I mean, it’s really happening…” Oliver asked this both to himself and his grandparents.
“It really is,” his grandfather replied.
Oliver slowly took a bite of his pancakes, just trying to take it all in. His life was about to change, whether he was really ready for it or not.
Over the weekend, Oliver packed up everything he thought he might need for when he was away at his magic trainer’s home. He didn’t know how long magical training took. He wondered if he would only be gone for a few weeks or if it would take up to a few years. He had asked his grandparents if they knew, but they were clueless. All they knew was that he was going to the best trainer in the country, but since his mother wasn’t magical, they didn’t actually know what the training would be like.
Since he had no idea how long he would be gone for, he packed just about everything he thought he would need. He didn’t know much about where he was going, other than the fact that it was far enough away that he would have to live there. Oliver had never spent much time away from home, other than summer camps and sleeping over at friend’s houses.
As Oliver packed, he took in a deep sigh. If he thought about his training like he was going to a summer camp, then he would be able to take it just one day at a time. He didn’t know how to feel about living at some stranger’s house. At first, he thought he was going to live at a school, like in books and movies about wizards. Knowing that his father had specially requested that he be trained by this wizard made him feel a little better about staying with him.
On Monday, Oliver’s grandparents drove him to school. They walked into the principal’s office to begin the process of getting him out of school. When the principal asked why Oliver would be leaving school. Oliver was glad that he wasn’t personally asked because he had no idea what to say. Luckily, his grandmother knew an answer just vague enough to work. “He’s moving, so he’s transferring schools.” The moving part was true and Oliver figured the transferring part was true enough, so he didn’t say anything until they were out of the principal’s office.
“I left some stuff in my locker, and I want to say goodbye to some of my friends. Is it okay if I go on my own and meet up with you later?” Oliver asked his grandparents, and they agreed to let him go.
He walked down the empty hallway. His footsteps echo. He had never been in the hallways alone when class was going on, not unless he needed to use the bathroom, anyway. It was weird to know that this would be one of the last times he would be in this school. He was almost done with middle school, after all, and by the time he was done with his wizard training, he might be in high school or even college!
He went to his locker and grabbed all of his books to give back to his homeroom teacher. When he was done cleaning out the books, he realized there was a lot of trash in the bottom of the locker. He thought about just leaving the trash there, but he knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. While he was cleaning out the papers, he found some old notes his friends used to pass to him in class. He would miss his friends most of all.
Once he cleaned out everything, it was time to give his homeroom teacher his books and say goodbye to his friends. He stood outside of his classroom and knocked on the door. He had never left a school before, and he didn’t really know what he was supposed to do. His friend, Martin, answered the door for the teacher. “Ms. Una, Oliver is here.” Oliver slowly walked into the room with his arms full of books. He walked over to Ms. Una’s desk and pulled his books on top.
From the direction of his classmate’s desks, he could hear someone whisper, “What’s going on?” Another kid asked, “Did he get kicked out of school?” Oliver rolled his eyes. As if he would get kicked out of school. He never got in trouble.
“Oliver, do you want to tell your classmates what you are doing?” Miss Una asked. She already knew Oliver was ‘transferring’, but he hadn’t told his friends he was leaving yet, mostly because he only found out he was leaving a few days ago.
“Uh, I’m transferring to another school.” He said. He wished that he had time to tell his friends why he was leaving, but he wasn’t sure they would believe him even if he told them the truth. He didn’t want to tell his whole class he was a wizard. He didn’t like all of the kids in his class, and he would hate for them to know his favorite secret.
“I’m moving far away. I don’t know if or when I will be coming back.” He said. He was a little sad to have to say it out loud. It was just now becoming real to him. He looked away from the class and towards Miss Una. “Can I say goodbye to my friends in private, please?”
“Sure thing.” A group of Oliver’s friends stood up from their desks and followed Oliver out into the hallway.
Oliver started to talk once he was sure the classroom door was closed behind him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was moving. I only found out about it a couple of days ago,” Oliver started. “I wish we had more time to hang out, but I need to leave in a couple of days.”
“Do you really have to move because you are transferring?” Martin asked.
“Yeah,” Oliver said. It felt like he was lying, but he knew he couldn’t tell the truth. “My new school is on the other side of the country, so I have to move, too.”
“That stinks!” Charlie yelled. “I’m going to miss you,” he said a few seconds later in a quieter voice.
“I’ll miss all of you too,” Oliver said. He wished that he could say more, but he didn’t even know if he was allowed to tell people he was a wizard. Everything was just so complicated. He didn’t say anything else. He just hugged his friends, and he wasn’t usually a big hugger. This showed just how much he would miss his friends.
After he was done giving many hugs, Oliver’s friends went back into their classroom and Oliver walked down the halls alone. When he got to the end of the hall, he looked back. He took a deep breath, thinking about how he would probably never be back in the school. For how much he wanted to leave school early before, he hated to leave the school now.
He exited the school, got into the car, and began the drive home. He was one step closer to becoming a full-fledged wizard, but he already didn’t like what it was costing him.
Oliver had never been on an airplane before, but there was a first time for everything, including having a first time away from his grandparents.
His bags were all packed, double-checked to make sure that he hadn’t forgotten anything, and triple-checked for the same reason. Oliver would have checked his bag for the fourth time, but his grandmother wouldn’t let him. “You’re just being anxious. There’s nothing actually wrong. It’s normal for someone to feel this way before they go through a big change,” she told him.
Oliver’s grandmother was acting stronger than he would have thought she could be. His grandmother had a habit of being emotional sometimes, like how she cried during weddings and sad movies. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that she didn’t care that he was leaving. He knew that couldn’t be the case, though. She was putting up a strong front so he wouldn’t be scared about leaving. It was a hard thing to do, and Oliver appreciated that she was staying strong. If she wasn’t, Oliver wasn’t sure that he could.
No one talked much on the car ride to the airport. The atmosphere around the family felt tense and sad. No one was mad at each other, but Oliver could tell that everyone was a bit nervous, even his grandfather, who was usually more relaxed than anyone Oliver knew.
Luckily, the airport was just loud and crazy enough to break the awkward silence between the family members. In fact, it was so loud that Oliver could hardly hear himself think! He held tight onto his suitcase and made sure that his backpack wasn’t open. The rest of his things would be mailed to him, and he was glad that he didn’t need to worry about watching over a dozen boxes, too. He was also glad to have his grandparents walking closely to him. If he was any younger, he would have held their hands so he could be sure he wouldn’t get lost.
Oliver’s grandmother did all of the talking to get his ticket, but when it came time to go through airport security, it was also time to say goodbye. Oliver set down his bags for the first time since entering the airport and he turned to his grandparents. Like many other moments in his life, Oliver was at a loss for words, and for once in his life, his grandmother was too. No one said anything for a long time. Instead, they just hugged each other tightly, which said more than words ever could.
After the hug broke up, Oliver picked up his bags and turned towards the security section. He walked for a little while before turning back, only to see his grandparents smiling and waving at him. He did the same. For some reason, seeing that his grandparents didn’t leave right after the hug made Oliver feel much better. Sure, he knew they would be leaving soon, but it was nice to know they were seeing him off.
A few minutes later, Oliver was on the plane and getting ready to take off. He waved out of the window, even though he could no longer see his grandparents. In a way, he was waving goodbye to his home. He was sad to see his hometown become smaller and smaller as the plane flew further away but he knew it meant that his real journey was just beginning.
Hours after the plane had taken off from one end of the country, it was getting ready to land on the other end. Oliver looked out of the window to see the strange new town. In a lot of ways, it looked like his hometown. Then again, any town would look like his hometown from hundreds of miles in the air.
After the plane landed, Oliver collected his suitcase and walked into the airport. It had just then occurred to him that Oliver had no idea how he was going to get to his new trainer’s house, or where his trainer’s house even was. His grandmother had mentioned something earlier about how his trainer would most likely be picking him up from the airport, but since Oliver had never even seen so much as a picture of this man, knowing that he would be there didn’t help much.
Once out of the plane, Oliver grabbed his suitcase and went into the waiting area of the airport. He looked around, hoping that he would see someone holding up a sign with his name on it but that wasn’t the case. Oliver walked around the airport. As it emptied of passengers, he was starting to wonder if his new trainer would even be there.
Instead of looking for signs, Oliver started to look for people who stood out from the crowd. He imagined a wizard wouldn’t know how to blend in well with a group of tourists, and he was right. Once he started to pay attention to the right things, he noticed a strange-looking man was sitting in the waiting area. From behind, Oliver could tell that he was wearing a long black coat, almost like a cloak. The man also had short black hair. Oliver didn’t know if he was looking at the right man, but the only thing he could do to find out was to ask him.
Oliver walked in front of the man. He was reading a funny-looking newspaper. The paper looked yellow and old, but the date of the paper was from the same day. Oliver cleared his throat to get the man’s attention. The man looked up at Oliver and put his paper down.
The man’s face was a deep shade of brown, so dark that it was almost black. Oliver had no memory of seeing someone that dark in real life before. He had seen pictures of his father before, and he was about as dark as this man. The man’s irises were also a dark brown color, which made the whites of his eyes look even brighter. The man looked both intimidating and familiar like Oliver had seen him somewhere before, even though they had never met. After staring for much too long, Oliver finally said, “I’m Oliver, are you waiting for me?”
The man stood up, folded his paper, and put it in a deep pocket. “Yes, I e-mailed your grandmother about this. I am to be your new trainer. I’m assuming you know that you will be living with me.” He spoke in monotone. He seemed bored to have to meet Oliver in a boring human airport. Even though the man didn’t say anything about being bored, Oliver still felt a little offended.
“Follow me,” the man said. He led the way out of the airport.
Once outside of the airport, Oliver asked, “How are we getting to your house? Are we teleporting there or flying on a magic broomstick?” Oliver thoughts he sounded silly after he asked his question because his trainer rolled his eyes even before he finished his questions.
“No, we’re taking a taxi. We can’t just use magic around all of these non-magical people. The first and most important part of being a wizard is knowing how to keep a secret. There are much more non-magical people out there than there are magical ones, and if they found out about us, then we would be outmatched for sure. It’s just best that non-magical people don’t know about us. Do you understand?”
Oliver nodded but said nothing. It only occurred to him after asking his questions that it should have been obvious from the start that he shouldn’t have guessed they would be using magic right out of the airport. After all, doing things like transporting and flying were probably more complicated than Oliver would imagine. He didn’t even know how to use his wand yet. Who knows how long it would take him to learn how to fly?
His new trainer waved for a taxi. “What should I call you?” Oliver felt weird referring to him as just a trainer, even if he hadn’t actually called him that out loud yet. He didn’t want to have to do that later, either.
“My name is Alistair, but you can call me Al if you want.” It was the first normal sounding thing Al had said since he met Oliver. Oliver started to feel more comfortable around him from just knowing his name.
The taxi ride was long and boring. Al didn’t talk to Oliver at all, and Oliver didn’t want to be the one to have to start the conversation. When the taxi driver stopped driving, Oliver looked out the window to see that they were parked at the end of a long driveway. The driveway was so long, that he couldn’t see the house at the end of it.
Al paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Oliver grabbed his things and followed. Al looked down at him and asked, “Are you ready to see your new home?”
Oliver gulped, nervous about what was at the end of the driveway. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
Oliver didn’t know what to expect at the end of the dirt driveway. Still, he was shocked to see a stone tower, surrounded by a thick forest of trees. He looked around in awe. The tower was made of dark and uneven stones. It looked as though it was made hundreds of years ago. Still, he asked Al, “Did you build this place?”
“No, it’s an ancient house. It has been in the family for generations. Maybe someday you will live here permanently too.” Oliver was confused by this. He guessed that Al had no children, so maybe it made sense for him to let Oliver live in the house next since he was his apprentice. Oliver didn’t say he would or wouldn’t want to live in the tower, yet. He wanted to see the inside of the house.
The front doors of the house were made of a thick solid dark wood. They looked newer than the tower. They were heavy and tough to open. Even Al looked like he struggled a little bit to open them.
Once inside of the tower, Al pulled a wand out from one of the large pockets of his overcoat. His wand looked similar to Oliver’s, but then again, it was the only other wand Oliver had ever seen. For all he knew, they all looked alike. That didn’t mean it was any less impressive when he held the wand high, mumbled some words in a language that Oliver couldn’t understand, and then dozens of candles around the room lit at the same time. It was the first real show of magic Oliver had seen. Knowing that he was a wizard had never felt more real.
With the tower lit up, he could see everything clearly. The bottom floor, which Oliver and Al were currently on, had wooden floors that looked as though they hadn’t been mopped in weeks. The desk of the house wasn’t as ill-kempt, though. The first half of the house looked like a living room. There were a couch and an armchair in front of a now-roaring fireplace. Above the fireplace was a flat screen TV, which was the last thing Oliver expected to see.
“If you’re a wizard, why do you have a TV?” Oliver asked Al.
Al shrugged. “I like to watch the sports games when they are on.” He then looked at Oliver suspiciously. “You don’t think all wizards live like they are stuck in the middle ages, do you?” Oliver in fact, up until seeing the TV, did think that wizards lived like they were in the middle ages, but he wasn’t about to confess that to Al. Besides, he had a less-than-funny feeling telling him that Al already knew. “Wizards only live like that in the movies and in story books. They play it off like we don’t need electricity and that magic messes with it, or whatever. It’s true that large amounts of magic mess with electricity, but with just the two of us here, the cable might go out every once in a while, but that’s about it. As for electricity, we don’t need it, per say, but neither do normal people, but that doesn’t mean it’s not nice to have it around.” Oliver was starting to think that everything he had learned from stories and movies was wrong. Being a wizard was already way different than he thought it would be.
After being shown the living room, the tour continued, leading Oliver into the kitchen. The kitchen and dining area was in the back half of the tower. It was smaller than the kitchen at his grandparent’s house, but it was still nice. Al had modern cooking appliances, and even a microwave. In the freezer were a lot of meals for one. “We can go shopping later and get some stuff that you like. You can probably guess by my supplies that I’m not exactly a chef, but I’ll see what I can do.” Al scratched the back of his head nervously. It was like he was already somewhat warming up to Oliver, but in an awkward kind of way, like he wasn’t used to getting to know people.
Next, Oliver followed Al up a spiral staircase. So far, it was the coolest thing Oliver had seen in the tower. “This is the library.” Al gestured to the entire second floor of the tower. Scratch the staircase being the coolest part of the tower. The library was really the coolest part, and Oliver wasn’t even a big reader.
“Are all of these magic books?” Oliver ran to the nearest bookshelf and ran his fingers along the spines of books that looked to be much older than he was.
“A lot of them are, yeah. I have a few books on normal stuff too. You know, biographies, fiction stories, and how-to-do books.” Oliver had never been more excited to be in a library before. It was the best book collection he had ever seen.
“One more floor to go,” Al said. “Follow me.” Al continued up the spiral staircase and Oliver followed him. The highest floor of the house was separated by a wall. “On the left is my bedroom, and your bedroom is on the right. I didn’t really know what kind of stuff you liked, so I just went to the electronic store and asked what kids your age were into nowadays. You have some video games and stuff. If you need anything else, we can pick it up later.”
Oliver stepped into his new bedroom. It looked nothing like the one he had at home. It looked more mature, and almost futuristic because of all of the electronics. “How did you afford all of this?” Oliver asked without thinking. “I mean, do you have a cool wizard job? Do you have special wizard money?”
Al laughed, but not in a mean way. “No, I actually teach Latin at the local college. Latin is used in a lot of spells, so I pretty much have them down. I guess you could call me Professor Augur if you like, but you don’t have to.” He chuckled again. “As for wizard money, it doesn’t exist. It’d be way too annoying to convert cash back and forth all day. Wizards just use the same money as whatever country they are in.”
Oliver had appreciated his answers, but he had only been half listening to what Al had been saying. “Did you say your last name was Augur? That’s my last name too!”
“Oh yeah, didn’t your grandparents tell you? I’m your dad’s brother, so I guess that makes me your uncle.” Al sounded cheerful when he said this, but his smile faded when he saw the confused look on Oliver’s face. “Is everything okay?” He asked.
“It’s just that… I never knew I had an uncle. I don’t know much about my dad’s side of the family. I mean, he died before he could tell me much.”
Al’s face turned to shock. “Your dad’s not dead! Who told you that?!”
“My dad’s not dead?!” Oliver shouted back.
“It looks like we have a lot to talk about…” Al said. Oliver agreed. There was apparently a lot he didn’t know.
Oliver was shocked to hear his dad was still alive. He had accepted that his parents were gone years ago. Now that he knew his father was alive he didn’t know what to think. All he could think to ask Al was, “How could this be happening? I mean, how is it even possible that he could still be alive? My grandparents always told me that he was murdered.”
Al scratched his chin. “I suppose it would look like he was murdered. My father would have made sure of that.”
Now Oliver was really confused. “What do you mean?”
“Well, like us, my father is a wizard. My brother, your father, he was great at magic, maybe even better than I am. My father is a dark wizard; he hates people who aren’t magical. My father didn’t agree with that, and he left home. I stayed at home because I admittedly dabbled in dark magic for a while, but I stopped once my brother disappeared. You see, our father could live with my brother living away from him, but he was furious when he found out that he married a non-magical person. He threatened to hurt your mother if your father didn’t leave her, but he loved her too much. In the end, my father did kill her, but your father did everything he could to stop him. My father threatened to kill you if my brother didn’t return home, so he did. He faked his death before he left so you wouldn’t get mixed up in any of this. He told me to keep it a secret, but you have a right to know the truth.”
Oliver didn’t say anything for a long time. He sat back, just trying to process everything Al had just told him. He sat on the arm of a chair and looked down at his hands. He moved his lips as if to speak more than once, but he couldn’t think of the right words. Eventually, he just asked a simple question, “Is there anything we can do to help him?”
Al sighed. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried to convince my father to let him go. There’s no use talking any sense into him. To put it in the simplest terms, he’s pure evil. Plus, he’s too powerful for me to fight him on my own, and I haven’t met any other wizards who are brave enough to face him with me.”
“I could help you to fight,” Oliver said. He sounded braver than he actually felt.
“You haven’t had any of your training yet. There might be two of us, but an untrained wizard won’t be a match for my father.”
“Then let’s get to training! Train me as fast as you can, and then we can rescue my dad!” Oliver couldn’t help but yell. Even he couldn’t tell if he was yelling because he was angry or excited.
Al had a look on his face that Oliver couldn’t quite read. “It’s not that simple,” he shook his head. When he looked up the disappointment in Oliver’s eyes was clear to see. “But… I’m willing to try if you are.” He showed a weak smile.
Oliver smiled. It was time for him to learn how to become a wizard. There was no looking back now.
Oliver stood opposite of Al with his wand gripped tightly in his right hand. “You’ve done magic before, right? Like, on accident?” Al asked him.
“Yeah,” Oliver told Al about the time his vegetables disappeared and how the power went out at his school. Instead of sounding nervous like he did when he told his grandparents, he felt proud to be telling his uncle.
“Great. Now, using a wand helps to concentrate your magic. Since the magic is concentrated, it means that you need to focus more if you want the magic to come out right. Think about that while I get something.” Al went downstairs as Oliver focused on his wand. It was strange to think that this small piece of wood could do just about anything.
Al came back up the stairs with a bag of frozen veggies. He conjured a bowl from nowhere. “Forgot about this,” he mumbled. He opened the bag and dumped the vegetables into the bowl. He then used his wand to cook the vegetables. “Your first task is to make the vegetables disappear…and if you can’t…you need to eat all of them.”
Oliver shrugged. He didn’t usually mind most vegetables. He just hated the vegetables he had at home. Then, he looked into the bowl. Mixed in with the tasty peas and carrots were his absolute least favorite vegetable: lima beans. He has no idea why anyone would ever mess up a perfectly good vegetable mix by putting lima beans in it. He was now more determined than ever to make his magic work.
Oliver put his wand so close to the bean that it was almost touching it. “Bean disappear!” He yelled, but nothing happened. He looked up at Al, wondering why it hadn’t worked.
“You don’t need to say it; you need to imagine what you want happening, to well, happen.”
“I thought I needed to know Latin to do spells?” He had no idea how to say ‘bean disappear’ in Latin.
“Not for all spells,” Al corrected him. “You only need Latin for spells that would take more than a couple of words to get right. Like the word ‘destroy’ is really vague. Do you want something to die, catch on fire, or to disappear? It’s not specific enough. It’s for spells like that which need Latin. Those are complex, though, so you won’t be learning those for a while.”
Oliver sighed. “How long is it going to take for me to become a master wizard?” He asked.
“Forever, if you don’t stop yapping and get to practicing,” Al joked.
Oliver couldn’t help but smile back. He focused again on those silly stinky lima beans. He squinted at them and concentrated with all of his might. ‘Disappear,’ he thought. He closed his eyes to focus more. When he opened them, the beans were missing! Well, a few of them were anyway. He looked at Al for some kind of response.
He shrugged, “Well, that’s progress.”
Oliver smiles, pleased he could make the magic work at all. “Do I actually have to eat the lima beans I couldn’t make disappear?”
“Nah,” Al chuckled. “No one likes those things.” He swished his wand in the air and made the rest of the beans disappear.
“Now what?” Oliver asked.
“Now, I’ll microwave us up something to eat with the rest of these vegetables, and after that, there will be more training, if you’re up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it!” Oliver couldn’t keep himself from smiling. He really was becoming the wizard he never knew he could be.
The next day, after breakfast, Al gave Oliver a more extensive tour of the library. “Here, are some of the spell and theory books I will have you start with. Study the theory books first. They will be boring, but very helpful.” He pulled several books from the shelves and stacked them up on one of the tables. “Here,” he said, going to another shelf, “are the books you will use to continue your studies in math, science, English, what have you.”
Oliver couldn’t help but give Al a disgusted look. “You mean I’m going to be homeschooled in magic and in normal stuff? I thought I would be done with math class when I became a wizard.”
Al laughed. “Kid you may have magic powers, but you still need to do math in life. Besides, there aren’t many strictly wizarding jobs out there, and even some of the wizard jobs take math to work.”
Oliver was so confused. “This wizard training stuff is nothing like it is in the movies.” He didn’t know what to think. “When will I be strong enough to help you rescue my father?” He asked.
“I don’t really know what to tell you,” Al shrugged. He had been doing that a lot lately when Oliver asked him questions. “Wizards learn at different rates. My brother zoomed through his training, but I took a lot longer to get it done. We’ll just have to wait and see what you can do.”
“I’m going to try my hardest to work as quickly as possible. I’m going to study so hard that…well, I don’t know, but I do know that I’m going to do everything it takes to be the best wizard I can be!”
“That’s the spirit!” Al cheered.
Oliver didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he did know that he was ready to try anything that could make him into a better wizard. He was going to rescue his father and have a family again. Nothing, not even an evil grandfather, could stop him from doing that!
About the Author
Mark Mulle is a passionate Minecraft gamer who writes game guides, short stories, and novels about the Minecraft universe. He has been exploring, building, and fighting in the game ever since its launch, and he often uses in-game experiences for inspiration on creating the best fiction for fellow fans of the game. He works as a professional writer and splits his time between gaming, reading, and storytelling, three hobbies and lifelong passions that he attributes to a love of roleplaying, a pursuit of challenging new perspectives, and a visceral enjoyment the vast worlds that imagination has to offer. His favorite thing to do, after a long day of creating worlds both on and off the online gaming community, is to relax with his dog, Herobrine, and to unwind with a good book. His favorite authors include Stephen King, Richard A. Knaak, George R. R. Martin, and R. A. Salvatore, whose fantasy works he grew up reading or is currently reading. Just like in Minecraft, Mark always strives to level up, so to speak, so that he can improve his skills and continue to surprise his audience. He prefers to play massive multiplayer online games but often spends time in those games fighting monsters one on one and going solo against the toughest mobs and bosses he can manage to topple. In every game, his signature character build is a male who focuses mostly on crafting weapons and enchanting, and in every battle, he always brings a one hander sword and a shield with as much magical attributes as he can pour into them. Because he always plays alone, he likes to use his game guides to share all the secrets and knowledge he gains, and who know—he may have snuck some information into his fiction as well. Keep an eye out for his next book!
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Diary of a Brave Iron Golem
Book 1: The Village Protector
Book 2: Attacked by the Wither
Diary of Jake and His Zombie Pigman
Book 1: The Creature from the Nether
Book 2: The Spiders Show the Way
The White Eyed Ghost’s Promise
Book 1: Herobrine Lives
Book 2: Herobrine’s Manor
Diary of a Hero Zombie
Book 1: Herobrine’s Gauntlet
Book 2: The Cult of Herobrine
Book 3: Into the Nether Portal
Diary of Erik Enderman
Book 1: Block Thief
Book 2: Adventures with Steve
Book 3: The Legend of the Endermen’s Treasure
Diary of a Valiant Wolf
Book 1: Steve’s Wolves
Book 2: Zombie Horde
Book 3: Defeating the Dragon
Diary of a Mob – Bony the Skeleton,
Book 1: Where the Block is My Bow?
Book 2: Where the Block is My Dad?
Diary of a Mob – Sebastian the Gutsy Sheep
Book 1: No Ordinary Sheep
Book 2: Sebastian Seeks Revenge
Rise of the Wither, Book 1: New Danger
Books in the Carnival of Doom series
Book One: The Angry Ghost
Book Two: To the Nether Portal
Book Three: Trapped
Books in the Diary of a Crafty Player Series
Book One: Blocky World
Book Two: The Fort Keepers
Book Three: The Search for the Dragon
Diary of Reg the Villager,
Book One: In Search of the Creative Mode
Book Two: Nether Here Nor There
Book Three: The Wolfdog and the Dragon
Diary of Steve the Explorer, The Cube World Chronicles
Book One: The Unknown Enemy
Book Two: Diary of the Curious Creeper
Book Three: Diary of an Enderman, the Game Keeper
Diary of Steve the Adventurer,
Book One: In the Lair of Herobrine
Book Two: To the Nether Portal
Diary of a Zombie Hunter,
Book One: The Zombie Specialist
Book Two: Zombie or Griefers
Book Three: The Captain of Overwatch
Diary of a Mob – Rowley the Rabbit,
Book One: The Runaway Rabbit
Books in the Diary of an Adventurous Creeper Series
Book One: Creeper Chronicles
Book Two: Journey to the End
Book Three: Dragon Savior
Books in the Adventures Through the Over World Trilogy
Book One: Creeping Transformation
Book Two: Steven and the Island of Bones
Book Three: The Zoo in Jericho City
The Quest: The Untold Story of Steve Trilogy
Book One: The Tale of a Hero
Book Two: The Unfinished Game
Book Three: The Endings and Beginnings of a Legend
The Obsidian Chronicles Trilogy
The Obsidian Chronicles, Book One: Ender Rain
The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Two: Hell and Back
The Obsidian Chronicles, Book Three: Of Dragons and Demons
The Doppelganger Trilogy
The Doppelganger, Book One: Steve’s Chance
The Doppelganger, Book Two: Steve vs. Herobrine
The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn
The Cult Trilogy
The Cult, Part One
The Cult, Part Two
The Cult, Part Three
The Legend: The Mystery of Herobrine Trilogy
Book One: The Start of the Quest
Book Two: The Truth about the Myth
Book Three: Herobrine versus the World
The Dragon’s Mountain Trilogy
Book One: Attacked by the Griefers
Book Two: The Hidden Village
Book Three: The White Mobs
The Temple of Destruction Trilogy
Book One: The Lost Treasures
Book Two: The Curse
Book Three: Notch versus Herobrine
Books in The Enemy’s Revenge Trilogy
Book One: Ghost Sightings
Book Two: Kidnapped
Book Three: To The End World
Attack of the Overworld Trilogy
Book One: Finding Herobrine
Book Two: Finding Steve
Book Three: The Final Mine
Oliver Augur is an average preteen who lives with his grandparents. He has very little memory of his parents. The only thing that has ever stood out to Oliver was his strange dreams. After his twelfth birthday more strange things start to happen. He doesn’t know what is going on, but when he tells his grandparents about all of the strange things that are going on he learns the truth: he is a wizard who has just turned old enough to have magical powers. Now, he needs to decide what he will do with these powers. Will he forget them and resume his normal human life, or will he be the best wizard he can be?