The Mysterious Nine

Chapter 3: Meet Bran

   The present........

                 It's night again. Sid hated and despised day and loved and always waited for night. because day means school and school means boredom. but night means MAGIC or Sorcery as his professor would like to say. So, from dawn to dusk, Sid  would keep his fingers crossed waiting for times of darkness. Exactly at 10:11 pm, He would sneak out of his bedroom window and run to his professor's home on the next street, or, he used to. He can teleport now, he almost completely learned the skill, in addition to flame conjuring, spellcasting, producing an electric bolt and some other skills. He still required a lot of energy for doing it, though. He also learned the Language of Sorcery.
  He stood in front of the doorway of  his professor's home and knocked the secret musical tap taught by him.
  Knock, Knock. Pause. Knock. Pause. Knock Knock.
  Pretty old fashioned for a modern-life wizard, right? Nevertheless, Don't judge him. You didn't know even what's inside his home. A plethora of well concealed traps awaited for a newcomer to stumble upon. Carefully escaping them itself was a hard and arduous task for Sid that drained half of his energy. "Be aware and vigilant, Death is a devious guy who can lurk anywhere." His professor would say.
"You are late for 45 seconds," uttered the professor, serenely.
"45 seconds is not a big deal."
" Kid, in magical combat every micro second is important. The more speed you have, the more you win."
"Ok, spare me your lectures. What are we gonna learn today?"
"I haven't yet punished you, kid. Now, you are gonna teleport to the first floor and come back again, for hundred times."
After finishing his punishment, Sid stood panting and exhausted waiting for the command of his master.
"Ok kid, today I will teach you how to summon an object at a distance to you, using only your mind. Now take a look at this." He tossed a knife with a golden hilt to Sid.
"See it, observe it, I will give you 30 minutes."
"Why do I need 30 long minutes for just seeing?"
The professor didn't reply.
Ok, this is some sort of test, he thought. He tried to observe every minute detail of the knife. He neglected what surrounded him. His sole objective was to observe it. He even forgot himself. He began to describe the knife in his mind. It has a golden hilt with a shape of dragon's face in it. The hilt is comfortably shaped for easy gripping and it fitted well in his hand. The blade is very sharp with a split end. It is in a sky blue shade  and it reflected light. It can be much useful in close combat.
He caressed it, felt every part of it with his hands. He began to swing the knife, cut and slash it in air. He developed a strange fondness toward it. His knife was the only thing in his world now. What a blade,He pondered, It can pass through anyone's throat like a hot knife through butter. It's so cute, let's try this on something or someone.....
"Your time is up." He was drifted back to reality by the words of his professor.
"Give me the knife." The professor plucked the knife from him.
"No, I want it." He said furiously.
"If you want it, then find it." The professor tossed the knife and it disappeared into thin air.
"How the hell can I do that?" Sid yelled.
"I gave you time for observing it. Imagine it in your mind, kid. Visualise the parts of it, the hilt, the knife blade, think about it's colour, weight, everything. Every damn thing."
  Sid closed his eyes and tried to picture the knife. He remembered how fast and sharp it is. He recollected the dragon's face on the hilt, how fierce the dragon is. He recaptured the sky blue shade of the knife, the way it reflected the light, how well it fitted in his hand. The smoothness of the blade, the flexibility......
All of a sudden, He felt he was holding something. He opened his eyes to see what it was. The knife is gleaming like ever before in his hands. Overwhelmed in happiness, Sid ran to the professor and hugged him. Tears of joy filled his eyes.
"That's enough drama, kid." The professor smirked.
"How did I do that?" Sid inquired with brimming curiousity.
"That's simple. First, I concealed it in my dustbin on the upper floor. As you interacted with the knife, you became familiar with it. That is, To be precise, you familiarised yourself with each and every atom of it. So, when you recaptured it in your mind, you were calling those atoms to you using your Aura. So, those atoms broke their bond and mixed with the atmosphere and reshaped again when they sensed you." He mused.
So, Sorcery is science, after all." Sid wondered.
" Science is a compressed form of sorcery, kid. It's time for you to go home. It's 1:15 already."
"Can I keep it with me?" Sid asked tentatively, signalling at the knife.
" Yes, try not to cut yourselves. Also, I have forgotten to mention, This," The professor signalled towards the dragon-hilt of the knife, "is a portal. That means if you held it in your palm like this and say 'Come, Bran, The Dran', he will come."
"Who is Bran?" Sid asked confused.
" This is Bran." The professor smiled.
The hilt of the knife began to glow and BAM!
  A cute blue dragon with dark orange scales and round big black eyes whined at him indifferently.
"Sid meet Bran, Bran meet Sid." The professor grinned.

Author's Note:
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