Whispers Of Moon

"Rotten worms, crushed mould, lizard tail...fresh fish...yes!"

The large cauldron bubbled up with its swampy violet contents. I stared intently at it to not to miss anything. The potion was slowly taking the colour of midnight. It swirled and hissed, forming a vague image. Waving my wand over it, I had to make the image more clear. 

The waves, the endless expanse of the sea brightened up inside the cauldron. And as it had cleared suddenly, it swirled itself away just within a few seconds.

Clue giving potions were never clear, they only gave you a slight hint for what you were looking for. But what was an witch doing with this potion? For that, I'd have recollect the night of the last full moon when my trainor wizard went missing leaving his apprentice without any clue.

And nine days had passed since then, with me trying every method to look for him. Finally it seemed that there was a hope...because the sea wasn't far away, and possibly I could find him.

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The sand felt smooth under my bare feet. I had long abandoned my sandals when I had arrived at the lone beach. It was almost evening, the evening of a full moon. 

The moon was rising, a glowing blob of soothing light. Waves crashed on the wet shore. But a familiar clocked figure was standing just a bit further away, half-submerged in water. The slow rhythmic chanting was audible to me even with the loud crash of waves. The figure's head was inclined at the moon, waving its wand hand.

Full moon of magic, to call upon darkness...

I stood transfixed, watching the wizard as he pulled the dark tendrils of night towards him, making the moon's glow wan away. My legs moved without me knowing, and softly splashed against the cold water. I waded towards the wizard, gripping my wand tightly. In front of my eyes, one of the darkest ritual was going on, imprisoning the energy of moon to call the creatures of night. 

I wanted to stop the old wizard, but my wand seemed stiff. There was a magical barrier surrounding him which was making the water grow colder. The moon's light was fading...and the wizard of whom I had been apprentice, seemed to be rejoicing in an other wordly glee. 

No more days, only nights, when the creatures are awake...

But, then...what I was seeing? The hand trembled, holding the power of darkness. The wizard slumped, as if bending under the pressure of the moon's magic. Water became lukewarm around me, and I stared at the full moon in wonder.

The darkness was fading, the wizard could barely remain standing.

Out of instinct, I grabbed the old man to steady him.

"The creatures...I failed them." He said in between gasps.

"But they're dark, master."

The sea glittered around us in the moonlight.

"And...who are you? I...am I going mad…?" He asked, in disorientation.

"I'm your apprentice."

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