live anymore
And the snake’s darkness, will riddle the land
By doing this thing the land it will churn and upon its face the land will Forever burn
So a sacrifice needs to be made
For the One to survive it is to the cave, that he must go to hide
Hide the glow that comes from his eyes
Or like a moth to a flame the snake will arrive
So bind him well, for him to survive
For it shall only be one night, before they arrive
If all goes well it is to the cave
The One must return for all to be saved.
Henry had stared at the passage in the book and then he’d reread it. He’d known what the message meant and he knew what had to be done.
These people had been at the Keep. If they knew Christopher was the One, they’d never stop their search for him. If they knew about Christopher they’d know he wouldn’t be alone and they’d look for the two of them. What should he do? Where should he place the boy until he was old enough to return to the cave? Then he’d thought about Eleanor’s brother Albert and his wife Rose. There he’d be with family. There he’d be safe. Albert was wise and knowledgeable and he could teach Christopher what he needed to know. Henry was sure they’d take the boy and he’d told Clarence of his thoughts.
‘They’ll still find him, Henry. You know his essence is strong. Even when he was born we could all see it.’ It was true. Christopher had probably the strongest magic Henry had ever seen. None other at the Keep, not even the Hierarch, could compare with his grandson.
‘We shall bind the boy’s essence,’ Henry had said. ‘They won’t be able to find him then. With Eleanor’s family he’ll be able to grow strong and be loved and I’ll be able to keep an eye on him until the time comes for him to return to the caves.’
‘How will we bind the boy? You know it takes eight in the circle to fulfil the requirements of the ritual.’ Clarence had said.
‘I know, but it only takes two Wizards to cast the spell. The other places need only to be filled by witnesses.’
‘They still have to be of the Order, Henry. If you didn’t notice we’re a little short here.’
‘I’ll call upon those who’ve passed on to the Other World to fill the other places. I’m sure they’ll see our need is great and come forth to help us,’ Henry had said.
Clarence wasn’t so sure. Even in the festival of The Dark Moon the ancient Wizards didn’t like to interfere in matters that involved life. But Henry had made his decision, and Clarence packed what they’d need for their journey. When the cart had been packed, they’d gathered the items required for the ritual. A Binding wasn’t a common event that occurred within the Wizard’s community. They were usually only performed upon an individual’s request.
Christopher had been asleep, wrapped in the furs over by the fire. In a basket Clarence had placed the candles needed for the ritual and then he’d taken them over to the stone circle. He’d blown on each wick until it had smoked and then flickered to life as the flame had taken hold. He’d placed each candle between the stones in the perimeter of the circle. The large stone slab set in the middle was the altar and Henry had carried Christopher over and placed him on it. The boy had slept on, still wrapped within the warmth of the furs, and Henry had cut a lock of Christopher’s hair and had placed it in a small dish next to him. Henry then went to the far side of the room and lifted the lid off a large glass jar and he’d removed eight small stones. They were as black as midnight and he’d carried them over to the circle and placed one small stone on top of each of the large rocks. They’d been almost ready, they just needed the amulet to call the Wizards forth.
The ritual would require eight Wizards of the Order; two to perform the Binding and six others to make the circle complete.
Clarence had placed the empty basket back on the table at the far side of the cavern,
And the snake’s darkness, will riddle the land
By doing this thing the land it will churn and upon its face the land will Forever burn
So a sacrifice needs to be made
For the One to survive it is to the cave, that he must go to hide
Hide the glow that comes from his eyes
Or like a moth to a flame the snake will arrive
So bind him well, for him to survive
For it shall only be one night, before they arrive
If all goes well it is to the cave
The One must return for all to be saved.
Henry had stared at the passage in the book and then he’d reread it. He’d known what the message meant and he knew what had to be done.
These people had been at the Keep. If they knew Christopher was the One, they’d never stop their search for him. If they knew about Christopher they’d know he wouldn’t be alone and they’d look for the two of them. What should he do? Where should he place the boy until he was old enough to return to the cave? Then he’d thought about Eleanor’s brother Albert and his wife Rose. There he’d be with family. There he’d be safe. Albert was wise and knowledgeable and he could teach Christopher what he needed to know. Henry was sure they’d take the boy and he’d told Clarence of his thoughts.
‘They’ll still find him, Henry. You know his essence is strong. Even when he was born we could all see it.’ It was true. Christopher had probably the strongest magic Henry had ever seen. None other at the Keep, not even the Hierarch, could compare with his grandson.
‘We shall bind the boy’s essence,’ Henry had said. ‘They won’t be able to find him then. With Eleanor’s family he’ll be able to grow strong and be loved and I’ll be able to keep an eye on him until the time comes for him to return to the caves.’
‘How will we bind the boy? You know it takes eight in the circle to fulfil the requirements of the ritual.’ Clarence had said.
‘I know, but it only takes two Wizards to cast the spell. The other places need only to be filled by witnesses.’
‘They still have to be of the Order, Henry. If you didn’t notice we’re a little short here.’
‘I’ll call upon those who’ve passed on to the Other World to fill the other places. I’m sure they’ll see our need is great and come forth to help us,’ Henry had said.
Clarence wasn’t so sure. Even in the festival of The Dark Moon the ancient Wizards didn’t like to interfere in matters that involved life. But Henry had made his decision, and Clarence packed what they’d need for their journey. When the cart had been packed, they’d gathered the items required for the ritual. A Binding wasn’t a common event that occurred within the Wizard’s community. They were usually only performed upon an individual’s request.
Christopher had been asleep, wrapped in the furs over by the fire. In a basket Clarence had placed the candles needed for the ritual and then he’d taken them over to the stone circle. He’d blown on each wick until it had smoked and then flickered to life as the flame had taken hold. He’d placed each candle between the stones in the perimeter of the circle. The large stone slab set in the middle was the altar and Henry had carried Christopher over and placed him on it. The boy had slept on, still wrapped within the warmth of the furs, and Henry had cut a lock of Christopher’s hair and had placed it in a small dish next to him. Henry then went to the far side of the room and lifted the lid off a large glass jar and he’d removed eight small stones. They were as black as midnight and he’d carried them over to the circle and placed one small stone on top of each of the large rocks. They’d been almost ready, they just needed the amulet to call the Wizards forth.
The ritual would require eight Wizards of the Order; two to perform the Binding and six others to make the circle complete.
Clarence had placed the empty basket back on the table at the far side of the cavern,
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