The Spirit Stealers

Old Ben the Sorcerer

HEY... Haven't uploaded SS in a while! XD! Anyway, enjoy... vote comment, fan if you really like the story, and feedback would be good. Oh, and BTW, Old Ben is connected to Dumbledore. :D xxx S

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked past many roads, and encountered many people smiling at me. One girl around nine asked for my autograph. I smiled at her, and signed her little note book.

I walked there 

a) because I didn’t have enough money for the taxi

b) because the taxi wouldn’t know where Old Ben lived anyway!

It took me a long time, but at least I wasn’t wearing my killer heels. I was wearing my Adidas trainers, for dancing only because they were so soft. I got there in the end, after about fifty minutes. The last twenty minutes was getting across the long rocky path to Old Ben’s motte and bailey. I banged on his wooden tower door twice, and waited patiently. Five minutes passed before Old Ben came and opened the door. I smiled, remembering his soft smile and long white beard and hair. He still had his glasses which now had a funky frame on them, he still wore the same yellow tunic he wore five years ago, and he still looked the same from before! I didn’t think he even changed.

Old Ben was a wizard, and the assistant of Mr Gyerpsy, the old village male hag. He was ugly (so I had read in books), and had the most distinguishing features like yellow rotting teeth, black lank hair, a smell that reached almost a hundred metres away, and dark green eyes that resembled he was ‘a snake’. His real name was Muntiz Serpentey, which made him think at a young age he was the only Serpentey there was. He killed his father with something no one knew, before being sent to a school for mad and ill people.

A few years after, Old Ben found Serpentey and asked him how he could do these things. 

I’m a wizard, child. Come join me and be young forever!

He said. Old Ben obviously wanted to be young, but it didn’t turn out as expected. He still grew to the age of about a hundred, then stopped growing. He amazed everyone, and if you were to count up his age now he would probably be a hundred and sixty seven!

He was so mad by then, he killed Serpentey and ruled for himself. But now he was just the same kind old man he was when he was young.

“Samantha, child! It has been five years! Come in, come in!” he said with colour. I met him when I was thirteen, when I tried to runaway. He was the closest person to me in that forest, so I asked him for help, and money. He then used magic to get me food and money. 

“Ben! Good to see you! Still healthy then? I can tell by your voice.” When I met him, his voice was hoarse, so I could tell now he was drinking this potion to keep him going.

“Yes, yes! Now, come on, I’ve made a few changes!”

I gasped as I entered what seemed like a dump, to find I was in somewhere like New York!

“I had to make a shield over the old place. Like it? I turned the bailey into a mountain, the little huts into skyscrapers, and my own hut into a oversized tepee!” I laughed as he showed me around, and there were even cars going past! The honey grass was replaced with the smell of tar, and the trees were replaced with street lamps.

“It’s amazing! But… where do you get oxygen from?” I asked thoughtfully.

“Ah. I was hoping you would ask! I put another spell on the old place so the oxygen from outside still gets in. That’s the motte. See?”

“Cool! So… can I come in?”

“Of course, of course! Fizzy or sparkling?”

“What’s the difference?”

What was the difference??

“Well… nothing really! I guess fizzy is shop bought and sparkling is what I make in my spare time.”

“Oh. Then sparkling please.”

I sat down on the embroidered rug as Old Ben got out his stick thing and waved it around. Two bottles appeared on the small desk and I took one.

“What is it child? Why have you come? Is it my knowledge you require?”

“Yes. What do you know about Maisy Trelladone? Or, the Spirit Stealers?”

The colour on Old Ben’s face drained almost completely. Something was wrong… very wrong…

“Was it something I said?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Er… So, what are you doing for the weekend?”

Changing the subject. What a cliché.

“Don’t change the subject. I need this knowledge like a person needs water.”

Okay, that came out a little wrong, but it was partly true!

“Really?”

“Yes. They were how my parents died. You knew that when I told you, yet you kept quiet. It could have saved me a lot of time if you did.”

Don’t get violent now. Keep calm.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t always mean it’s okay!” I retorted. I gasped at my tone and clamped my hand over my mouth. 

“It’s okay. I was stupid. I thought you were too young. I think you ought to have found out about them recently?”

“Yes.”

“And I think you would like more information on the topic?”

“Yes.”

“And lastly, I think you already know the main story?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will begin. Close your eyes.”

I did as he said, before my whole body fell to sleep. I couldn’t feel anything… but my brain was still working. A vision appeared in my mind… a person vaguely familiar…

My mum was there. So was dad and a baby. They were in a very familiar shop… Sunny Agent’s! A woman wearing neon accessories was talking to the family. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but something about Maisy Trelladone Way…

The vision suddenly changed. I didn’t know where this was. I was in a room, looking out of a window on to dry patchy grass. The wooden fences were all broken, the trees had all toppled over, the single wooden swing and slide were moving around with the wind and the sky was a light grey. I looked around the room. An attic door was open…

The same thing happened. A body was thrown out of the attic. I screamed, or tried to, before going to look at the person. I caught sight of myself in a mirror and saw it wasn’t me anymore. I was about forty, brown black hair and in a sleeping gown. I crouched down to the man, before bursting into tears.

I awoke suddenly, feeling thirsty. I grabbed my bottle and finished it in one gulp. What had happened? How could seeing two visions make you so thirsty?

“You are doing well, dear Samantha. Usually, people faint after seeing visions, or Gundellons as we call it. Here. Have another bottle. You’ll feel much better.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for reading xxx Keep being patience for next chapter! :D xxx S