The Tale of The Great Sorcerer

Chapter 1

"Just a little bit further" Mirabelle mumbled as she tried to get the loaf of bread off of the bakers freshly baked stack. It was easy, but hard for her to accomplish this without anyone noticing. If they did catch the bread moving, however, no one would know it was her. How you may ask? Why little orphaned Mirabelle has an unusual gift. She is able to move thing with her mind. She can also make things appear and disappear, but not very well. She would never get caught doing this act because of the distance she puts between herself and her crime. She leans a little further out from behind the edge of the building to get a better view. 

"Almost have it." she says to herself, but then she gets interrupted by someone tugging at her tattered cloak. When she turn around she saw two Knights glaring at her.

"Stealing? Don't you know what they do to little girls who steal?" The one knight with a black emblem says. "To the dungeon they go, but a little girl with magic-- a witch, burns at the stake." He smiled the most sinister smile. Almost as if he had just beat satan in who gets hells throne. This scared Mirabelle, so she took off running away from the Knights, but to her loss they followed closely. As she turned down an alleyway she was tripped by an unknown force and slowly began to be pulled backwards.

"Got her!" The knight wearing a black emblem yelled. Struggling to get out of this, she waved her hand and, not on purpose, threw the knight who caught her into the wall. The force was lifted and Mirabelle shot up and began to run away again.

"Forget me," said the tossed knight, "get after her!"
And off the other knight wearing an orange emblem went.

 Mirabelle took a sharp turn down another alleyway. As she was passing a pub, she knocked into a cloaked man walking out of it.

"Sorry-" She tried to say back to the man, but she was swept off her feet and now hanging from a rope off of the pubs sign by one foot.

"No! Let me go!" She screamed, "Please I don't want to die." Tears started running out of her eyes.

"I shall not hurt you. I'm simply calming you down." The cloaked man softly said. 

Mirabelle sniffled, "Not to be rude but, was hanging me from a sign 10 feet off the ground the best way to 'calm me down'." The man laughed and put down his hood. His face was very old, but very famous.

"You! You're the one who helped the Great King! Your Mer-" once again she was cut off.

"Master! I see you caught the thief." The knight wearing orange emblem proclaimed. 

"What shall we do to this? Burn her? Drown her?" hissed the knight wearing the black emblem.

"We shall train her." The old man said, "She is the next Dewin Nesaf."
Both Knights jaws dropped. 

"Merlin, she can't be! She's a girl! Girls with magic are all evil!" Said the Knight wearing the orange emblem.

"Thomas, my dear boy, do you question the great wizard? The one who mentored you?
The one who gave you nobility and a roof to live under?"

"N-no master." stuttered the knight wearing the orange emblem. 

"Good, and you Moray?"

"No sir." Said the knight wearing the black emblem.

Mirabelle rolled her eyes, "Great! Now please get me down. I'm starting to lose the feeling in my foot and all my blood is going to my head."

"Ah yes." Merlin waved his hand and down came Mirabelle, but instead of hitting the ground, Thomas caught her.

As she was put down she thought for a second, "What is a Dewin Nesaf?"
Merlin smiled, "It is welsh, for the next wizard. The next me." He laughed, "Now, what shall we call the next me?"

"Mirabelle."

"And how many years do you have?"

"Eleven."

"A great age. Young enough to learn, and long enough until your time. Now come with me, the new Dame of Y Dewin Nerthol needs to be introduced to her new home." And off all four of them went to Merlin's secret castle. There she met Merlin's third apprentice, Sir Xalvador. To her he was the nicest. For the years to come she will learn the great magic and knowledge from Merlin. And sadly learn of the great evil that others posses.