PROLOGUE
In the dark street of Rochester, for several days, it’s
talked about the death of Fronys. It’s been told that Mark and Alexandra
Frony were killed by their son, Charlie. It’s talked about every night in the
pub „At Juniper’s and Sprucer’s“. Even
after visiting hours! „I don’t believe in it!“, said Mr. Grax pouring some beer
into a glass to a gentleman. „Yes, it is!“, said the gentleman already drinking
his beer. „It’s right! The only one who was untouched was their second son, James Frony! That’s because
of the Brotherhood – Wizarding law! Wizard brother can just harm themselves,
they can’t kill themselves, because, then the other one dies! And Charlie did
die, but someone or something is
controlling him. He fell out of a window into a puddle of cement. HA! We’ll call
him Cementarlie!“
Everybody was
laughing in the pub because of that, except Grax. „That’s a good one!“, said
one man in the corner and starts rolling of laughter. „Magic, put away smiles from
their faces!“, muttered Grax at the bar. People were still laughing. „It’s
a lie“, Grax defended himself.
Suddenly, the doors opened. Revikilius Frony entered. „Ah, yes!“, angered Grax.
„You are James’ grandfather, aren’t you?“
„That’s me!“,
said Revikilius. „But, that’s not a lie. James did lose his parents. His
brother is possesed by Morgana“
„Is that so!“,
said Grax sarcastic. „Sarcasm really
wasn’t necessary“, said Revikilius with a very deep tone. „HA!“, started Grax.
„Don’t tell that you will die for that boy now, just because he’s a big
bott...“
„Yes. I will“,
interrupted Revikilius him. „Well, I don’t belive you!“, said Grax angry. „But,
Otis, we were best friends when we were little!“, said Revikilius. His gray
hair was so messy in this moment that every hair in his hair was in a different
position. He closed the door that stayed open when he came in. „You sure don’t
want to break that friendship for us!“, continued Revikilius anxiously. „I
certainly want that!“, replied Grax to him. „What, the heck!?“
Revikilius
pulled out a magic wand made from juniper and said: „Anonimus escapeus!“
The whole pub
was in fog. Revikilius disappeared. „That stupid little“, started Grax, when
noticed Revikilius’ siluete on the doors. „See you, young and old rebels!“,
said Revikilius, when Grax tried to come to the doors. Revikilius came out. He
escaped. Whatever you like. „He really escaped!“, said one young man, who sat
by the table in the middle of the pub. „But, he won’t survive. He won’t be
alive for long!“
Grax laughed
viciously. The whole pub became dust. The wizards and witches in it didn’t
become dust too. They looked at the dust. Grax put the ashes from the fireplace
on the top of the dust.“I thouht you would call the military or the police to
kill him or put him in prison“, said one man. „It’s only important to me that
he dies when they put him in that stupid Cube!“, said Grax angry. „Hm. How did
I become so famous?“, said Morgan with a smile on her face when she saw what
happened. And she definitely saw that in a crystal ball. In fact, she did.
