Rise Of The Phoenix

The legend says that when the Phoenix rises from the ashes of a fallen wizard, six young heroes are ready to take on the honorable task of restoring the country's long lost greatness, but before that can happen, they must be taught the ways of their ancient heroes.

17 year old Beatrice leaves her home in the early morning, to fulfill her duty as one of the chosen ones, knowing she might not return.
For more than thirty years, the country has been ruled by an evil wizard, whose power lies solely in his ability to raise the dead. Now, his reign has come to a turning point, that will either mark the end of his terror, or grant him even bigger powers. Only six chosen youngsters have the ability to change the future.

Most likely part I of a trilogy

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14. Thirteen

 

Chapter Thirteen:

That afternoon it was time for the second lesson and after lunch they all gathered in a room in the end of the dungeon, once again waiting for the wizard to show up.

Bea had spent her lunch break with Devin and Percy. Despite his graceful and mature appearance, the young faun was no more than twelve. Only a single year older than Jonathan. The thought that anyone could send such a young child on a mission like this scared her. She couldn't help but ask herself, what if it had been her brother? She would never have let him leave.

She looked around at the other apprentices, Percy had to be the youngest, followed by Julia. Gray, the big, burly, warrior looked to be around Bea and Devin's age. There was no telling how old Analiese was.

"Good afternoon.” The wizard said as he walked into the room. It once again struck Bea how fragile he looked. He was either really good at fooling the enemy or just an old wizard who had outstayed his welcome. The more she looked at him, the more she began to suspect the latter.

"For our first combat lesson, you will have to defend yourselves against these, with your weapon of choice.” He said, gesturing towards the now lit row of old mannequins.

"Storefront mannequins? Are you for real?” Gray asked, his muscles were already tense and his face drawn back in a defensive grimace.

"Would this suit you better?” The wizard asked and swung his hand. Suddenly the mannequins sprung to life and equipped with heavy weapons flew towards the group.

Gray reacted faster than any of the others and grabbed a large sword from the weapon rack behind him, before he charged the wave of 6 mannequins, closely followed by Devin who pulled a hunting knife from his jeans.

Bea watched in horror as the two boys fought the dolls. Devin fought defensively, but Gray's attacks seemed fuelled by a rage that Bea had never seen anything like. Within minutes the mannequins were all slaughtered and Gray turned his attention back to the wizard.

"Is that all you've got?” He asked with a half smile. The wizard simply waved his hand and many more mannequins charged the group.

Having never trained with weapons before, Bea grabbed a wooden staff from the rack and jumped into the battle. Before she knew of it, she was fighting back with fury and it felt great. For the first time in her life she was doing something to fight the regime she so bitterly hated.

The mannequins were soon reduced to puzzlepieces on the floor and the wizard watched the three apprentices calmly.

"Very nice.” He said. “Now we'll be moving on to some more focused training.”

The next three hours were spent on basic training. Something that seemed to annoy Gray endlessly. It obviously wasn't the first time he had been training.

Feeling exhausted, Bea went to head back to the girls' chambers, but before she even left the room, the wizard stopped her.

"Beatrice, come here for a minute.” He said, leading her towards a door in the back of the room. He held the door open for her, and she walked into a room full of cauldrons and books, and jars on shelves everywhere. Everything was covered by a thick layer of dust and cobwebs hang from the ceiling throughout the room.

"What is this room?” Bea asked. She had never seen anything like it. It seemed almost magical in it's decay.

"Now? Nothing more than a storage room.” His reply surprised her, despite the obviousness of it all. “There are some good books in here. You can read, right?”

"Of course I can read.” Bea said dryly. Trying to ignore the wizard's condescending tone. “How are books going to help me control my powers?”

"Along with daily training sessions, they will make quite the difference. Which is why we will meet every morning before dawn.” The wizard explained. Bea already feared the outcome of trying to use her powers. It couldn't possibly end well.

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