was atop the stairs and gone. Gatnom waited for the tent flap to stop swaying before he spoke. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, he’s intense.”
“He can be. I’m sorry. We must watch out for anyone suspicious, and he is not as easy to convince as I.”
“I’ll say,” said Will. He laughed nervously. His adrenaline was receding and his blood felt cold.
“Did you hear what he said? If you are ready we can begin training you in the Magi Arts.”
“Did the ceremony work?”
Gatnom smiled. “Yes, more than I’ve ever seen. Magic has been in your speech ever since you woke. Look at your necklace.”
Will took it in his hand. At first glance the midnight blue looked the same, but looking closer Will could see a small line of light, no wider than a single thread, moving back and forth inside of the metal. It looked like a dancing vein of light inside of marble.
“No one can see that, but you. It is now your carrier. As long as you are near, the magic inside of the carrier will shine.”
“I don’t feel any different.”
“You will,” Gatnom replied. “I have something else to show you. I’m not positive, but this may be the first time this has ever happened.”
“What?” Will asked.
“Even Master Jared didn’t seem to understand, but I think it is a great day for us. It is surely the will of the King of All for you to be here! With this, we may even win the games!”
“What?”
“It’s incredible Will...”
“WHAT?!”
Gatnom snapped back from wherever he had traveled to in his mind. He laughed. “Sorry. Your pendant is you carrier Will, but it seems it was not only your pendant that was awakened.” Gatnom leaned over and patted the bag hanging at Will’s side. “Your bag has joined itself to you as well. Wohie told me that when they carried us back they forgot it on the mountain. The next morning it was here, beside you, but no one knows how it got here. It seems you are one of the first, if not the first to have two carriers.”
Will lifted the leather cover and a small thread of blue light danced inside. In the bottom of the bag there was a few inches of sand.
Gatnom continued. “Not only that, but I can see the magic inside it too. It’s almost like it joined to both of us. I hope you will not mind, but I did a few tests. I have never seen a magic bag before, so I decided to put a few things inside and see what would happen.”
“So, you put sand in my bag? Okay. What happened?”
“Nothing yet. I would not use your carrier without your permission, but the possibilities are endless. I may not have used the magic, but I can tell the sand has changed. It seems regular things become magical when put inside.”
“Gatnom, what does all this mean? I mean, why me?”
“I don’t know, but I can tell you this,” Gatnom put his hand on Will’s shoulder, “There is more to you than meets the eye.”
Gatnom smiled and turned to his destroyed home. “Look at this mess. We must clean,” he said.
Will didn’t feel at all like cleaning, but he bent down anyway and grabbed a few books to put on the shelf.
Gatnom stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. “Not like that,” he said as he patted Will’s bag.
“I don’t understand.”
“Reach in and take a hand full of sand.”
As soon as Will reached in the strange tingling returned to his fingers. He grabbed a hand full of the sand and gave half of it to Gatnom. It was cold and blue.
“Now what?” he asked.
“On three, throw it in the air and say, ‘Organize and Order.’ Okay? I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay.”
“1-2-3!”
“Organize and Order!” they said together as they tossed the sand into the air, and just like that books were swirling about (happy to be off of the floor) and the table rocked back and forth and flipped itself right side up. Every grain of the blue sand took on a life of its on, swirling, zig zagging, and swooping here, there, and everywhere. The books and
“Yeah, he’s intense.”
“He can be. I’m sorry. We must watch out for anyone suspicious, and he is not as easy to convince as I.”
“I’ll say,” said Will. He laughed nervously. His adrenaline was receding and his blood felt cold.
“Did you hear what he said? If you are ready we can begin training you in the Magi Arts.”
“Did the ceremony work?”
Gatnom smiled. “Yes, more than I’ve ever seen. Magic has been in your speech ever since you woke. Look at your necklace.”
Will took it in his hand. At first glance the midnight blue looked the same, but looking closer Will could see a small line of light, no wider than a single thread, moving back and forth inside of the metal. It looked like a dancing vein of light inside of marble.
“No one can see that, but you. It is now your carrier. As long as you are near, the magic inside of the carrier will shine.”
“I don’t feel any different.”
“You will,” Gatnom replied. “I have something else to show you. I’m not positive, but this may be the first time this has ever happened.”
“What?” Will asked.
“Even Master Jared didn’t seem to understand, but I think it is a great day for us. It is surely the will of the King of All for you to be here! With this, we may even win the games!”
“What?”
“It’s incredible Will...”
“WHAT?!”
Gatnom snapped back from wherever he had traveled to in his mind. He laughed. “Sorry. Your pendant is you carrier Will, but it seems it was not only your pendant that was awakened.” Gatnom leaned over and patted the bag hanging at Will’s side. “Your bag has joined itself to you as well. Wohie told me that when they carried us back they forgot it on the mountain. The next morning it was here, beside you, but no one knows how it got here. It seems you are one of the first, if not the first to have two carriers.”
Will lifted the leather cover and a small thread of blue light danced inside. In the bottom of the bag there was a few inches of sand.
Gatnom continued. “Not only that, but I can see the magic inside it too. It’s almost like it joined to both of us. I hope you will not mind, but I did a few tests. I have never seen a magic bag before, so I decided to put a few things inside and see what would happen.”
“So, you put sand in my bag? Okay. What happened?”
“Nothing yet. I would not use your carrier without your permission, but the possibilities are endless. I may not have used the magic, but I can tell the sand has changed. It seems regular things become magical when put inside.”
“Gatnom, what does all this mean? I mean, why me?”
“I don’t know, but I can tell you this,” Gatnom put his hand on Will’s shoulder, “There is more to you than meets the eye.”
Gatnom smiled and turned to his destroyed home. “Look at this mess. We must clean,” he said.
Will didn’t feel at all like cleaning, but he bent down anyway and grabbed a few books to put on the shelf.
Gatnom stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. “Not like that,” he said as he patted Will’s bag.
“I don’t understand.”
“Reach in and take a hand full of sand.”
As soon as Will reached in the strange tingling returned to his fingers. He grabbed a hand full of the sand and gave half of it to Gatnom. It was cold and blue.
“Now what?” he asked.
“On three, throw it in the air and say, ‘Organize and Order.’ Okay? I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Okay.”
“1-2-3!”
“Organize and Order!” they said together as they tossed the sand into the air, and just like that books were swirling about (happy to be off of the floor) and the table rocked back and forth and flipped itself right side up. Every grain of the blue sand took on a life of its on, swirling, zig zagging, and swooping here, there, and everywhere. The books and
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