agree,’ he’d said. ‘But an elder of my choice shall fill the last place. Do you agree?’
‘Yes,’ Henry had said.
‘Call to them now.’
Henry had held the amulet between his palms. ‘I call Hierarch Jacob and Hierarch Astern to the circle. I call Brother Joseph and Brother Michael to the circle.’
As Henry had opened his eyes, four forms had appeared behind the stones in the circle and only one place had remained vacant.
The ancient Wizard had spoken to the others that’d arrived. ‘Do you Brothers agree with the choice Henry and Clarence make for this boy who lies upon the altar, in our great circle?’
Each one in turn had spoken their agreement. Then the voice of the Wizard had called forth the last to fill the circle. He was an ancient Wizard of the Order, Brother Asterly. Unknown to Henry, this ancient Wizard was from his lineage. Brother Asterly had looked at Henry and then at Christopher. Within the Other World, he’d watched as the events had unfolded and led them to this place in time. He’d witnessed Christopher’s birth and had watched as Henry began the boy’s lessons. Brother Asterly could see and feel Christopher’s essence and from the moment of his birth he’d watched as it had grown and magnified into the colossal force it now was. The light within Christopher had glowed, even as he lay asleep on the altar. The Wizards had watched the realm of the living; they all knew that one day the Prophecy would come true.
‘Let us begin,’ the Ancient One had said.
Henry and Clarence had opened their arms wide to encompass the circle while the others had chanted. They’d hummed in unison and their voices had echoed throughout the cavern as Henry had initiated the spell that would bind the boy’s powers. As he’d spoken, the small stones on the rocks had begun to levitate and spin on their axis. They’d moved at a slow pace and then as they’d gathered speed, they’d begun to rotate in an anticlockwise direction around the circle. Faster and faster they’d twirled as Henry had spoken the words of the Binding. Henry and Clarence had drawn their hands inwards until their arms were outstretched in front of them and their palms had faced each other as they’d conjured the spell.
Henry had cast this spell a few times before, when it had been requested of him. Foreman Johns had requested the removal of his essence. He couldn’t control his visions and every night as he’d slept he’d had the most horrific dreams.
As Henry and Clarence’s hands had faced each other, the stones converged and spun above Christopher as he lay asleep on the altar. A pale green light seeped from Christopher’s small form and mixed with the stones. As it drew up, the candles’ flames flickered and dimmed and the stones collided together with a cataclysmic bang. Christopher’s essence had changed to a dark emerald green light and it had radiated throughout the cavern, to light the walls with its eerie glow. As the mass came together the stones and light fused into a sphere and trapped Christopher’s essence within the spinning orb.
The light disappeared, the sphere stopped and the black orb had hung in mid-air. It was etched with Christopher’s magic and the emerald green scars had danced upon the orb as it had pulsed to the beat of Christopher’s heart.
The sphere plummeted towards the boy’s small body. The candles had burst back to flame as the sphere had plunged towards the child’s chest. As the orb reached Christopher it slowed and settled gently upon him as he slept on.
‘It is done!’ the Ancient One had said and then his light disappeared from the circle. Gradually the other Wizards disappeared, too, until only Brother Asterly and Hierarch Astern’s lights had remained. They’d watched the boy a little longer before they vanished as well. Clarence had then lifted the sphere from the boy’s chest and collected the hair from the bowl and Henry had given Clarence back the amulet.
Henry
‘Yes,’ Henry had said.
‘Call to them now.’
Henry had held the amulet between his palms. ‘I call Hierarch Jacob and Hierarch Astern to the circle. I call Brother Joseph and Brother Michael to the circle.’
As Henry had opened his eyes, four forms had appeared behind the stones in the circle and only one place had remained vacant.
The ancient Wizard had spoken to the others that’d arrived. ‘Do you Brothers agree with the choice Henry and Clarence make for this boy who lies upon the altar, in our great circle?’
Each one in turn had spoken their agreement. Then the voice of the Wizard had called forth the last to fill the circle. He was an ancient Wizard of the Order, Brother Asterly. Unknown to Henry, this ancient Wizard was from his lineage. Brother Asterly had looked at Henry and then at Christopher. Within the Other World, he’d watched as the events had unfolded and led them to this place in time. He’d witnessed Christopher’s birth and had watched as Henry began the boy’s lessons. Brother Asterly could see and feel Christopher’s essence and from the moment of his birth he’d watched as it had grown and magnified into the colossal force it now was. The light within Christopher had glowed, even as he lay asleep on the altar. The Wizards had watched the realm of the living; they all knew that one day the Prophecy would come true.
‘Let us begin,’ the Ancient One had said.
Henry and Clarence had opened their arms wide to encompass the circle while the others had chanted. They’d hummed in unison and their voices had echoed throughout the cavern as Henry had initiated the spell that would bind the boy’s powers. As he’d spoken, the small stones on the rocks had begun to levitate and spin on their axis. They’d moved at a slow pace and then as they’d gathered speed, they’d begun to rotate in an anticlockwise direction around the circle. Faster and faster they’d twirled as Henry had spoken the words of the Binding. Henry and Clarence had drawn their hands inwards until their arms were outstretched in front of them and their palms had faced each other as they’d conjured the spell.
Henry had cast this spell a few times before, when it had been requested of him. Foreman Johns had requested the removal of his essence. He couldn’t control his visions and every night as he’d slept he’d had the most horrific dreams.
As Henry and Clarence’s hands had faced each other, the stones converged and spun above Christopher as he lay asleep on the altar. A pale green light seeped from Christopher’s small form and mixed with the stones. As it drew up, the candles’ flames flickered and dimmed and the stones collided together with a cataclysmic bang. Christopher’s essence had changed to a dark emerald green light and it had radiated throughout the cavern, to light the walls with its eerie glow. As the mass came together the stones and light fused into a sphere and trapped Christopher’s essence within the spinning orb.
The light disappeared, the sphere stopped and the black orb had hung in mid-air. It was etched with Christopher’s magic and the emerald green scars had danced upon the orb as it had pulsed to the beat of Christopher’s heart.
The sphere plummeted towards the boy’s small body. The candles had burst back to flame as the sphere had plunged towards the child’s chest. As the orb reached Christopher it slowed and settled gently upon him as he slept on.
‘It is done!’ the Ancient One had said and then his light disappeared from the circle. Gradually the other Wizards disappeared, too, until only Brother Asterly and Hierarch Astern’s lights had remained. They’d watched the boy a little longer before they vanished as well. Clarence had then lifted the sphere from the boy’s chest and collected the hair from the bowl and Henry had given Clarence back the amulet.
Henry
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