They both stood rooted to the ground, still trying to comprehend all that had just happened. Reneaole looked from the case in her hand to her mother and back to the case again. As if driven by fear, she took off for the house at an incredible speed, the case clutched tightly in her hand. She ran through the back door and headed directly for her room. She locked the door to her room as she entered then threw the case onto the desk beside her bed and fell face flat on the bed.
In just one night, she had found out that Michael Amazon was not her father, that Trinity was not her sister, that she was a witch and that Ron, her best friend, was actually a wizard! She rolled over to her side and stared outside the window. It all felt like a dream! A scary dream! A nightmare!
'None of this is real,' she told herself, 'it's all a dream. Mom will soon walk in and wake me up and all this will be over. . . Not real. . . Not real. . .'
A knock on her door brought her back to reality.
" Reneaole, open up, it's me. " Her mother called.
" I wanna be alone! " She replied. Penny tried opening the door but it was locked.
" Come on, open please! There's a lot more you need to know . . . so much more! "
When no reply came, she continued, " If I don't tell you everything, you won't be ready for so much ahead of you! You need to know everything! "
" No, not now! Tomorrow will have to do! Goodnight mom! "
" Tomorrow? Fine, tomorrow will do. Goodnight! " And with that, Penny left, utterly disappointed.
Reneaole lay spreadeagled on her bed, staring at the high ceiling. She had so many questions fogging her mind that it was becoming almost impossible to think straight. Her biggest question that she thought deserved an answer right away was how and why her mother knew she was a witch and never told her.
'How is Ron a wizard? Is mom a witch too?' She wondered. 'But if she is, how did I never notice? And why is it that she and Ron never told me a thing? Who was that old man called Doltus? How did he know I was a witch? What did he mean by see you next week. . .' Such questions seemed to never stop flowing into her mind.
She sat upright on her bed and looked around the room absently, absolutely lost in thoughts. Her eyes fell on the case and she stared at it for a minute or two before reaching for it. She studied it with real interest.
It's edges were lined with fine silver and it's wood was of the best quality she had ever come across. She moved closer to the window for a better look at the case, here the moon shone brightly through the great window panes making clear everything that the moon's light fell upon. She examined it a bit more and for the first time since receiving it, noticed some patterns on it. Curved into it's wooden top was a little diadem with a green gem in the shape of a diamond on its top. The emerald seemed to glow as she ran her fingers over it. She looked at the crown - curving, admiring every inch of it.
It then occurred to her that she had not opened the case and didn't know what was inside. All she knew was that it contained a wand, but had no idea what it was like. Slowly, she pulled back the lid, but it was not what she had expected to see. In it was an old piece of paper; a dirty old piece of paper. She pulled it out, careful not to rip it, and ever so gently, unfolded it. It was a letter, written in a perfectly curved handwriting she had never seen before. It read:
" Reneaole,
It is my belief that this was presented to you on your twelfth birthday. I left it for you, hoping you'll get it some day. I hope all's well with you and your mother. I also believe that it was today that she told you the truth, the whole truth. Don't be mad at her, she was simply protecting you from so much. She is also the only family you have left. I had to leave, I had to run! It was the only way both of you would be safe.
But I wrote this to warn and advise you; you are about to enter a whole new world, learn new things and face all kinds of dangers. Know who to trust as you'll definitely make more enemies than friends in your lifetime. Trust the old man, will you? He was my good friend. Share whatever you know with someone, someone you can trust. Never ever work alone! Keep no knowledge to yourself. Guard that wand like your life depends on it, because it does! Your mother protected you for ten years , it's your turn to protect her.
You're in danger! Danger too much to handle alone! I thought I could do it alone, now I'm gone. My final advise to you is, keep those who you love closest to you! I loved you, I always did!
R.G.B "
She read and reread the letter over and over hardly believing what she was seeing. Who was it that had written the letter and how did he or she know all this? She read the letter once more, searching for clues, hoping against hope to find just a single clue that would reveal who the writer was. Whoever had written it had really done their best not to reveal their identity. All that was there was the writer's initials, but what did 'R.G.B' stand for?
Reneaole placed the letter on the desk and looked at the case once more. Then, she saw it! The wand! It lay in the heart of the case, whose walls were lined with fine purple linen. Its wood was snow - white, its two tips were made of pure gold and it was about twelve inches long.
She simply stared at it, eager to pick it up, but too scared to do it. It took her all the courage she had left to reach for it. She pulled it from the case and the moment she did so, she felt a light burning sensation spread from her head to the tips of her silver hair and for a moment or two, her hair seemed to glow a bright silver and gold! Scared, she threw the wand and its case down and covered her mouth to stifle a scream.
She stared at the wand on the floor, petrified. It was all too strange to be real, to scary to be reality! Unknowingly, she raised her hands to feel her hair; it was perfectly normal! But how was all this possible? Was he imagining the feeling in her hair and was the glowing hair all real?
Bending down, she retrieved the wooden case from the floor, finding it wiser to leave the wand where it was. But as she picked the case, she heard a jingling sound, like that of a small Christmas decoration Bell. Cautiously, she opened it up again, but there was nothing in there. She gave it a little shake and could still hear it. She looked at the case carefully, both inside and outside. She was feeling the case with her fingers when she felt the little green gem again. This time, she it truly glowed upon her touch. Scared, but determined to find the source of the sound, she pressed the little emerald and with a puff of silver smoke and a whirl of green light, the bottom of the case opened, revealing yet another letter.
She pulled it out and read it aloud,
"Reneaole,
I truly hope you find this. It's a little present, from me to you. If you do not know who I am, you'll soon find out. Take care of that wand, especially when you are near The Black Phoenix. I cannot tell you what this means but you'll soon discover. Do not lose the wand, do not lend it out! Keep it close to you and guard it with your life!
R.G.B "
It was another letter from the strange R.G.B! She read it again, reading every single word with much concentration. Looking inside the case closely, she saw a silver necklace lying at the bottom. She expected the same feeling as when she had held the wand before but to her extreme relief, nothing happened this time. It had a small winged silver horse whose wings were spread out as if it were flying and it's hind legs rested on a little cloud. For a moment or two, she felt the urge to put it away, never to touch it again, but thought better of it and decided it best to simply wear it.
She got off her bed, switched on the light beside her bed and looked in the mirror; the necklace was a pretty one. It was entirely made of silver; the finest she had ever seen in all her life. Turning to go back to bed, she saw the wand on the floor and picked it up, scared of what might happen, but to her absolute shock and relief, nothing happened! She placed it in the drawer in her desk along with the its case. The necklace worn and the lights in her room on, she fell asleep.
YOU ARE READING
RENEAOLE BLACK AND THE BLACK PHOENIX
FantasíaWhat's better than a witch? A young witch. What's better than a young witch? A young witch on the run from strong forces of evil far too much to handle on her own. Reneaole just learnt that she is a witch with powers stronger than any other on eart...
