The Glowing Wizard A novel

In the Age of Magic, fifteen year old Amy Grahame, a young servant's girl, enters a secret door of The Shadow Family. When she finds an old book about good and evil worlds, she becomes involved in a sinister plot to overthrow all wizards.

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1. Amy Grahame

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​Amy Grahame​ carried the tin pail in her small, right hand. She wiped the sweat off herself, as if she didn't want to spill any muck on the dusty, black, floor. She wore a green hat on her head, a blue cloak, and black boots on her small feet. She glanced at The Shadow Family framed paintings, knowing how wealthy they were. Being a servant-girl who was paid two gold coins a day cleaning up the grime around the ancient looking dim black hallways that led other iron gates that were guarded by dark elves. Her ears were attuned to the silence. Suddenly she saw an old book near her feet. She picked it up. Written in bold letters were the words: "​The Ancient Lore of Dark Magic​". Amy shuddered. A cold, deep, feeling coursed through her body. ​Don't touch that book​, she thought to herself. She ignored it, then she finished her sweeping with a broom. By eight o'clock in the morning, Amy gazed at the Silver Bell. A dozen elves chimed the bell. ​Ding, dong! Ding, dong!​. And so it went on and on. She stopped working. Then she headed towards The Mess Hall to cook hot stew.

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The sounds of shouting disturbed her.  The dwarf door creaked open. Suddenly she saw a young dwarf girl smiling at her. "Good morning, Amy. Ah, stew! My favourite!", Bertha said. Amy nodded. The aroma of the stew filled the huge house. "Avery came over to look at the books", Amy said. Bertha shook her head. "I have a lot of books to read in the house. Some are old; some are new". Amy turned down the stove. "The stew's ready in two minutes", she told her. Bertha nodded. "I'm hungry. Old Nathaniel told me a story about the Shadow Family". Amy took out two grey bowls from the larder. "Sit down, Bertha, and take a rest". Bertha, who wore a grey smock,  sat down in her grey boots on her small feet.

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Suddenly, as they ate, Amy spoke. "No one, human...dwarf...or elf...dares speak about the owners of the house", Amy said. Bertha took her time to digest what her friends was saying. The Shadow Family were evil. They had been around for four hundred years. "Finish the stew, Bertha", Amy told her friend. She nodded. Then, as they ate, the Silver Bell chimed twice more. ​Ding, dong! Ding, dong!...

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​Amy finished eating. "I'll wash up", she said. And, as they headed towards one of the bookshelves, Old Nathaniel knocked on the iron door. She saw the tall wizard smiling at them. "Good morning, Amy...Bertha. It's a wonderful, sunny, day". Amy nodded. "We had stew, Old Nathaniel. I can cook more if you like". He nodded. "That sounds wonderful, Amy. I see Bertha's here, too". Bertha smiled. "Yes, Sir! I wanted to read one of the ancient looks on dwarf culture". Old Nathaniel laughed. "Yes, I see. We all need to connect with our family". He had a grey hat on his head, and was wearing red robes. He walked to the brown seat in his grey boots. Amy walked to the kitchen. She cooked more of the stew. In her mind, she was going to clean all of the house. Suddenly there was another knock on the iron door. "I'll get it", Old Nathaniel said. He opened the door. He peered down at the boy elf. "Ah, Cyrus. How are you?", he asked the servant boy. "Mother is sick. She needs medicine", he told him in elf-speak; he sighed. Cyrus had short, black hair, bright, blue eyes, and tall for his age. His green coat kept him warm. He was wearing brown breeches. His grey boots were small. "Tell Victoria that I wish her a quick recovery". Cyrus, who was eleven, nodded. "I was in The Dark Alley selling items for work". Amy shuddered. "I don't think that a elf-boy should be there at all", she told him. "I was there a short time, Amy. Father wanted a statue there". Bertha stared at him. The aroma of the hot stew wafted across The Mess Hall.

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Amy served the stew in two other bowls. She served Cyrus and Old Nathaniel their meals. "Thank you, Amy", they said. "Enjoy".

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The small group of travellers arrived at The Shadow House. They held onto their sharp daggers. Their red cloaks blew in the northerly wind; their black hoods kept the wind from blowing across their scarred faces; their black boots shifted in the muddy, cobbled, road, that led to the old Iron Door. Argus, the leader, shouted: "​Halt!​ We have to let everyone know that we need those books...​", he said. He tapped on the door with a black cane in his right, black gloved, hand twice. Amy opened the door. Before she could do anything, she screamed. Old Nathaniel blocked the Dark Wizard's path. But it was too late. Argus pushed the wizard with strong force. Then, as they headed inside, Amy, Bertha, and Cyrus, gasped in surprise. Then, as they were about to flee, Argus spoke. "Stop! We want the Dark World Magic books". And Old Nathaniel shook his head. "You can't do that", he said. Argus grinned. "It's time for you to retire, wizard", Argus stated. And he waved his right hand...and they blocked everyone from leaving.

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