The Legend Of The Wizard's Apprentice (Book 1) Read Free Page A

to make a healing lotion to sooth our sun burnt skin.”
    Kerwyn saw his master laughing and was somewhat proud of the fact, that he had finally done exactly what and how his master had trained him how too. Even though he himself was somewhat temporarily blinded and had a sun burnt face from the initial flash of light. Kerwyn looked again at the ball of light and then made a mental note to close his eyes and then cast the ball a little further away from him the next time he cast the spell. Kerwyn also knew that casting the spell perfectly, would now show his master that he could in fact focus his will and cast the perfect spell. Kerwyn thought that maybe one day, he might even be the greatest wizard in the world, just like he had always dreamed of being. But of course those were just fantasies and childhood fantasies like these would never come true for an orphan like him. “One day, just maybe one day.” Kerwyn whispered to himself.
    Neither Kerwyn nor his Master could yet know that they had just begun the biggest journey of all time for good against evil and that the wheel of time had just turned one more spoke closer to pulling all the evils out of legends and bringing them closer to this world. In the Darkest part of the River Glen forest, the evil that lived in the Black Towers squealed with excited hatred at the unsuspecting world that they would soon be released from, by their Evil Necromancer Master to destroy. This was the way of legends. The Wheel of Fate had been turning for this day since the beginning of time. Once a person’s path was caught up in the wheel, there was nothing in this world, or any other that could alter fate’s design.
    Days after Kerwyn produced that ball of light, Master Sernett had him recreate it time and time again. Kerwyn was getting the hang of making the light appear in different degrees of brightness and even in different colours. Master Sernett even had Kerwyn make copies of living creatures with it. Kerwyn made it take on the shape of one of the forest fairies, flying around and flapping its little wings. Then he had it take on the shape of a ten-pointed stag and had it run around bucking and acting just like it would if it was defending its territory. Kerwyn then had it run as far as the eyes could see just to test his limits. Master Sernett was very impressed with how far Kerwyn’s strength of will; could control the One Power.
    “Kerwyn, you are getting stronger each day with your spells and your control of the One Power. I am very proud of you, my boy. But I think it’s time I started teaching you about the different ways of using offensive spells and which one you should use at the right time. You just never know when you may need to put an angry Dire wolf to sleep, or set a Raging troll on fire. You do remember that fire is one of the only things that can kill a troll right?”
    “Yes Master I remember, you told me that a knight could cut a troll into many parts, but unless you burn all of those pieces, the troll can heal itself very fast, and it will come back seeking revenge for all the pain it suffered when you least expect it. Trolls are very big, long limbed and are really strong. They stand anywhere from seven to fifteen feet tall. They can pick up a fully-grown horse and eat it like we would pick up a chicken leg and eat it. They have knobby and usually broken teeth with which they crush and tear the flesh into bite-sized bits. You also said that a troll prefers a living meal to finding and eating a dead one.” Kerwyn grinned feeling that he had explained the ugly trolls in as much depth as could remember. Master Sernett backed up and sat down on one of the many logs that surround their little house by the brook. All the while going over everything that Kerwyn had said about what he knew about trolls.
    After what seemed like forever to Kerwyn, his Master opened his eyes and responded with, “Yes I did say that, but they are not likely to skip over something that