Welcome back! Today we continue with the student versions of Unveiling the Wizards’ Shroud Chapter Three.
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Student Versions of Chapter Three
Group 12 Chapter Three
Cedric had said that it would take less than two days to arrive at the desert. If they could find horses… They had walked half a day when they arrived at the first village. Cedric turned to Owen and handed him money.
“Go and find two horses. We shall meet right here in an hour.”
“Where you are going?”
“I have certain personal matters to attend to” replied the magician “Just go buy horses, this is our first priority “. Owen pretended to go to the ranch to buy two horses.
“Personal matters” repeated the Prince to himself “and you thought I was going to let you attend to your personal matters without reacting!” Owen raced after Cedric.
He was hiding in the crowded little shops along the street. Suddenly the magician turned left into a dark alley. He entered a little red door on the right. Owen waited a short time before walking into the alley. After a moment he came to the front door. A weird symbol was on it, a spiral within a circle. He tried to listen by putting his ear on the door. No sound came out. He, then, went to the window. The color of the window was the same as that of the door. At first Owen glanced in the house. He saw two men speaking to each other. Then, stealthily, he took a second look, for more details. The first man was Cedric, he was talking to a young man, maybe the same age as the Prince.
The inside of the house was pretty simple, on the left was a table, with two chairs. Behind the table, was a big chimney. The walls made of stone were all grey with no decorations. A tiny movement on the right of the room captured his eye. He saw a rat, flying to the young man who was talking to Cedric. “Wait, a rat?” A small gasp escaped Owen’s mouth as he was trying to figure out what he had just seen. He looked back through the window. The two men weren’t there anymore. Owen guessed that they had left through the back door.
After a small hesitation, he stood up and walked to the little red door. Very slowly, he opened it and stopped right there in his tracks. He even stopped breathing. Owen went back to the window and then back to the door.
The room did not look the same. As the room seen through the window, was small and simple, when you entered the house, it was the total opposite. The place was big and messy. All around the chimney, on the walls, were shelves. An incalculable number of bottles were lined on them. On the right side of the room was a huge bookcase, full of what looked like magic spell books. In the middle of the room, there was a huge and round wooden table.
Owen walked in, noiselessly, keeping all his senses in alert. At first he walked along the walls looking at the different bottles. They were full of varied liquids and each had an inscription on them. The young man took a bottle, then a second one. It was written that one had the power to heal instantly and the other ones the power to explode. He hated magic but thought that it could only be useful to him. He saw a book already open on the big round table. It was written in an unknown language and was illustrated with paintings representing demons, witches, death and black horses. Owen took a step back. His heart started beating faster and faster. What sort of place was that? Why had he followed Cedric? And where had the two men gone? Owen turned around to the back door. Where was the back door? He walked backwards, tripped on a pile of books on the floor and banged his head on the bookcase. He stood up, rubbing his head as he heard a noise behind him. “No…. ept…. Certainly!… You?” The young prince put his ear closer to the bookcase. The voices came from behind the walls.
“Cedric, my friend, you can have it but you know it is dangerous.”
“I need it Theodore! I will have to be able to kill him afterwards.”
“I know but remember he was your friend.”
Owen stood there without moving. His eyes wide open and his heart beating as it never had before. It took a moment to understand that the two men were about to go out. He took a step backwards, turned around and rushed to the door. Just before going out he stopped, looked at all the bottles, took a third one and ran to the stable.
“Hello, I would like to buy two horses please. It is for a long journey.”
As he was waiting for the man to bring him the horses, Owen took the third bottle out. The liquid inside was transparent, as clear as water. The young prince opened the lid and smelled the potion. It had no smell but Owen’s head started turning. He quickly closed the lid and looked at the label.
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