3. Chapter Three
For most of his life, Salazar had had no idea what he was capable of. After all, he had no one to tell him he was a wizard, growing up as an orphan. In fact, only two years ago did his caretaker (she was actually in charge of all the orphans in the village, but that was what she was called) bother to mention to him that he had and was growing up in an entirely magical town. Today was the first day he was allowed to journey to the 'Meeting Place', and Salazar was extremely excited.
"Caretaker, is it true the people don't know where the Meeting Place is? Only i've got a strange feeling about today. Its as if something is waiting to happen," Salazar questioned.
"Well don't get to worried," she assured him, as she patched a frayed hole in his robes."Us witches and wizards are pretty able when it comes to defending each other against the people."
Salazar watched the circular motion of her needle for a moment or two before saying,"I'm getting in the carriage." He left with a nod from her. The carriages were waiting by the small, cobblestone path leading out of the town. A bit later, the horses were attached, and they began the slow journey across the plains.
After what felt like hours, the swaying movement of the carriages abruptly came to a halt. When he exited the carriage, all Salazar could see was a great expanse of woods. "Well?" he demanded. "Where is it? Where's the Meeting Place?" He was a tad bit disappointed; he had been looking forward to this for months.
"Right up there." His caretaker gestured at an old sycamore tree. "That's the Meeting Place."