“That town is gonna break you,” Jeff said. The look in his eyes showed
all the sympathy in the world. Orlando
Everyone in the world had magick in one form or another. The ones who had the smallest amounts were known as Novices; the ones at the next level up were known as Mercurial’s. They were given the name mercurial because their magick was never reliable and always unstable. The ones who were at the top of the chain were called Wizards. They had learned to control their power. There were not many people who reached this level. It was very rare.
The reason why
was relocating with his family was because both his parents had found jobs there. The economy crashed so they had to take what they could find. Orlando ’s grandfather was also moving with them. His grandfather was a bit off his rocker. Whenever he started talking about any subject he would never stop to take a breather. At the old place, his grandfather had the room next to his and every other night he kept his TV blasting with sound. The walls would vibrate. Even if he told him to keep it down, his grandfather just ignored him. His grandfather didn’t care; he wasn’t the one who had to get up early to get to school on time. Orlando
That was another thing. It was his last year of high school. He was seventeen years old. He would now have to set himself up at a brand new school, learn the hierarchy and keep a low profile until he got himself situated.
Did his parents care about all this? Nope. Not only were they all relocating, but they were driving all the way from
Oklahoma to L.A. and was stuck in the back seat with grandpa, who either wasn’t aware or didn’t care that he was kind of gassy. Orlando had to keep the window down to let air in. Orlando
The house they finally drove up to looked decent enough. It was a two story building. The upstairs window was cracked. There was no grass in the front yard and the driveway was busted up.
had expected a lot worse. Orlando
The neighborhood was very quiet. No one was outside. No one, he guessed, cared who had moved into the empty house.
“Yeah, I guess.” He said not to enthused.
“Do you want to sleep in here? I brought up your sleeping bag.”
“Yeah, sure,” he was still mad at his parents for making him move out to
. He didn’t want his mom to think that anything changed. Los Angeles
The next morning
was home alone. He didn’t start school for a few more days. His parents had left early to go to work. His grandfather was down the street buying a new window for Orlando ’s bedroom. Orlando
He could hear them arguing. The man with the gun held it pointed at the others chest.
“Please! Don’t!” The man on the ground cried up to at the one with the gun. He was a bit scraggly looking and unkempt.
The man with the gun began laughing, before taking aim and firing the gun. He fired at the scraggly man twice. The gunshots echo throughout the quiet street.
The blood oozing from the scraggly man nearly made
“A guy’s been shot!”
hadn’t meant to shout. He dropped the phone disconnecting the call. He felt that at any moment the gunman would be firing at his door to get him. The gunman might even be climbing in through a window. Orlando
The sounds of the police sirens alerted
that the big guns had arrived. It took Orlando a while to work up the nerve to answer his door at the constant banging. The policeman at the door was stocky, “We had a report of gunfire.” he said, very matter of fact. Orlando
“Where?” the policeman asked.
“He was out there.”
said, as he wondered what was with all the questions. Orlando
“Will you please step outside, sir?” The policeman looked irritated.