The Salem Concord Book 1: Interview for a Wizard
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Chapter 13
Friday
Jesse received a text message from the wizard Beifar to meet at the usual place for breakfast. He quickly dressed, and drove off on his motorbike into town. It was too early for the Deli to be open, so he didn’t even drive by to visit Cindy on the way to the café. He parked the motorcycle at the back of Alivan’s Wizards and Witches Corner Store and methodically walked to the café, where he found the wizard at the usual table, sipping coffee. Jesse plopped down in his chair, placing his helmet on the floor. The waitress spotted him from behind the counter, and brought him the usual breakfast and milk. Jesse looked forward to breakfast. He was starving and weak. He didn’t fall asleep after the near death experience last night. He couldn’t. There was no way that he was going to allow himself to go through that experience again in the same night, or any night. As far as he was concerned, he was done sleeping.
The wizard apologized, he hoped that the protective spell cast by his cousin Ana, would work sooner, but the curse was very powerful, and that was the best she was able to do. He assured Jesse that she was still exploring other alternatives, and to not lose hope. Jesse shrugged and continued eating.
Beifar explained that he was away doing research on the Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers, and that it was an underground organization that dealt in corrupt operations. The elders were mysterious, business professionals and were very savvy dealing in international, illegal operations. Their network spanned throughout the world and every despicable member was allowed to join for a large monetary donation. That was the extent of the information that the wizard was able to uncover, and he still did not know how it all related to Raven Fidgewidge.
“Unless Fidgewidge wants to become a member of the Secret Society of Seven Sorcerers,” mentioned Jesse, “and he has to go through an interview. I wonder what kind of questions they would ask. Are you a murderer? How many people have you killed in the last six months? Would he go through one interview, or six? I wonder if he needs to submit a résumé?”
The wizard thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s not a résumé, maybe, it’s something else.” Jesse continued eating. “…And let all hell break loose?” Beifar repeated pensively. “What did he mean by that? It sounds like terrible events are going to take place. Something else, besides what Claw is up too?”
“Whatever it is,” Jesse chewed his toast. “They all thought it was cute, except Lord Bane.”
“Lord Bane?”
Jesse nodded, “He’s the one who was missing, dead, killed. That’s the reason they’re going to interview for a wizard. Did you know Lord Bane?”
The wizard rose from his seat. “No, I didn’t, but there is someone else I’m acquainted with who calls himself Lord.”
Jesse swallowed, “What a coincidence?”
“Or not,” The wizard tapped his staff, there was a quick flash of light and he was gone.
Jesse shifted in his chair nervously scanning the area. No one noticed, not even the waitress, they were all absorbed in their own affairs. Jesse let out a sigh of relief, before he noticed that he was left stuck with the bill.