Frederick looked around.
'No one's here'.
'There!', Karen said.
Nearby was a sign that read: The Ancient Wizard's Tavern. There was a picture of a wizard wearing a grey hat, a brown tunic, red breeches, and gold boots on his feet. 'Simon Mooreland', Robert Westcott, a wizard, said.
'Oh, I didn't know. I'm Frederick'.
'Karen is my sister. She's a witch'.
'Let's go inside. It's dangerous to be alone', Karen said.
They went in, and the Iron Doors closed behind them.
*
Frederick saw several elves, dwarves, and village girls. Some were wary of the new comers; some were warming their cold hands by the warm fireplace. Their eyes focused on Frederic. A tall man, a hunter, stood near the ashy chair. 'It is not my business of course, but you're here unannounced, boy. I'm Edward Roach'. Frederick nodded.
'He came through the portal', Karen said.
'Come towards the fire, lad'.
Frederick backed away.
'The fire won't hurt you, unless it harms you'.
'Tell me about the portal'.
'Well, my parents are magic folk. They go through portals, and other countries, at will; they know their way from South Africa, to Australia, to New York, America, and the United Kingdom. And throughout Europe. I am American. Karen, and Robert Westcott, are with me'.
'I am with Sabine Price, a witch. She's my wife'.
'I see. Where is she?', Frederick asked him.
'Here', Sabine answered him.
She smiled, and Frederick relaxed, as he rested his tired feet.
*
Frederick waited.
He yawned, and went tp sleep on the chair.
*
The wizard looked at Frederick.
'Not many people go through portals. A long time ago, in New York, there was dark wizards who used bad magic. They came from Dublin, Ireland, Edinburgh, Scotland, Cardiff, Wales, and London, England, after Daniel Fortescue, a dabbler in arcane magic, disappeared from America. Some legends tell of Dar' Morch, the Dark Lords; some were in libraries where boys, and girls, were studying before the Last Wars of 1565. In short, a lot of people were scared, and Weston Abraham, the Head Grand Magician, went inside exile'.
'Who are you? I'm Frederick', he asked him.
'Graham Zachariah. Grand Magician of New York', he answered.
'I'm glad to meet you', Frederick said.
*
The wood was burning.
Frederick opened his eyes.
'Hurry up!', Karen yelled.
'What's the matter?', he asked her.
'The Dark Wizards are here', she answered.
'Let's prepare to fight', Robert said.
They ran outside.
Six Dark Wizards were wearing grey hoods over their heads.
Their cloaks were made of gold.
Wands illuminated the New York skyline.
'It seems you're here to deal with the Portal Wizard. I am Kane Schorr, Dark Wizard of the Realms', he said.
'Why do you want from me?', Frederick asked.
'You shattered the portal; you are not going to die, yet', Kane Schorr answered. He waved his hands, and the other Dark Wizards vanished into the ether. Frederick, Karen, Robert, and Edward, were glad that they were gone.
'Let's get you away from here, Frederick', Edward said.
Frederick nodded, and knew he was in danger.
'Let's leave, Edward'.
He looked around, and Karen smiled.
Maybe another place will be safer for me, Frederick thought to himself.
*
Frederick watched the darkness.
He looked at the clock on the wall.
It was Midday.
He looked at the bird that chirped, and smiled.306Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwv5GrzFu9t
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