Fireball

The True Enemy Revealed

Walking into the mountain through the main entrance seemed a bit too easy to Fireball. Nobody appeared to notice them as they wandered the halls. Amos searched for clues and finally found a level that was not open like the others. This level had many doors. This might be where they were storing records to the savage testing he thought. He decided this would be the best spot for them to start looking for answers.

They opened door after door and peered inside. But each room had no more than a table with a few papers strewn across the top. Finally, Amos swung open one of the last doors in the hall, expecting another similar room. Instead he found it jam-packed. Two of the walls had floor to ceiling shelves filled with books and files. One of the remaining walls had a large desk in the middle of it. The surface was cluttered with papers, quills and other items.

"Randall, come in," a voice called from behind the desk.

Amos casually turned toward the wizard but Fireball tensed up. He clamped down harder on the rope, nervously twitching.

"Marcello needs you to round up the others," the wizard behind the desk said. "He is halting his testing for now. He said when he comes back to the island he will have all the power he needs and he will also have the blessing of the Wizarding Council. He just needs to take care of one thing."

"What do you think that one thing is?" asked Amos.

"I don't know and don't care. Neither should you. I expect he plans to defeat a gifted wizard and give us an edge. Marcello is the most powerful wizard in the world. He wants others to know that. Now go."

Amos felt a chill in his spine. He was sure now that the prince was right. First, the testing was the work of Marcello, but worse was Marcello planning to attack Prince Simian? He was the only wizard Marcello feared and if he wanted to prove he was the most powerful...

Amos had to get out of the mountain and back to the prince. He had to warn him that Marcello might be on his way to attack. His face betrayed his anger. Fireball looked up to see Amos's face shifting between Randall's and his own. He was letting his rage control him. Fireball wanted to warn Amos but he knew he would have to let go of the rope with his mouth. If he didn't do something, the dragon was sure they would be discovered.

Hesitating, Fireball realized it was too late. A pair of wizards strode toward them and drew their wands. Amos was ready, but Fireball still released the rope and bolted toward the wizards. Before they could react, the little dragon had their wands firmly secure in his mouth. He glanced at Amos, who was picking up his wand. In the little dragon's haste, he had forgotten that the other end of the rope was still attached to his tail and as he flew toward the enemy, the trailing rope had snapped into Amos's hand and sent his wand spiraling through the air.

Fireball explained to Amos that his anger was causing his face to shift between his and Randall's.

"Well," said Amos. "I guess that means our exit will be a little more difficult, but we need to get out quickly and warn the prince, so any more help you can offer would be greatly appreciated."