The Wizard's Apprentice

by Janice Ayre

Chapter Fifteen

  Story of the Pendant

  Zebulon and Brock had decided to spend the last evening in their room. Tomorrow they would set out on the journey to retrieve the ruby. Earlier they had had a special supper with Uri and his family. Brock felt sad to be leaving. Elvira had shed a few tears and Uri had looked misty eyed. Minerva had given Brock a little gift and told him to come back and visit.

  It had been a busy day as they packed their belongings and made sure they had everything they would need. They had some stout rope because Zebulon said they may need to do some climbing. He had also told Brock he would be doing some swimming to retrieve the ruby. Brock loved to swim. This part of their journey could be fun.

  Zebulon seemed distracted as he rehearsed in his mind the course they would take on the morrow. He took the pendant from its pouch and held it before him. He mused about its history as he turned it slightly to observe the changing appearance of the gems. The three black opals showed flashes of iridescence. Their predominant red or blue colouring, their sparkle, and their continual changing colours gave the feeling of fantasy.

  His focused changed to contemplate the two rare exquisite pink diamonds. They were small, but in their form they captured purity and strength. They showed a quality of what could be the result for any beings willing to endure the lessons of life. These little stones had crystallised deep within the earth billions of years ago, waiting for violent eruptions to transport the rough exterior rock to the surface. No wonder few survived the journey.

  He traced the frame of the pendant with his finger. He wondered at the craftsmanship of the wizard who worked these metals into an intricate design. What skill and dedication had gone into it.

  Brock had quietly observed Zebulon, trying to read the many expressions passing over his face. Zebulon raised his eyes and looked steadily at him as he placed the pendant in the pouch.

  "Will you ever tell me the story of the pendant?" Brock asked quietly.

  "What do you want to know?"

  "What makes it so special...apart from the precious stones, that is? Who made it, and how did you come to own it?"

  "I think you have earned the right to know."

  Brock felt a sense of pride swell in his breast. He settled himself comfortably against some big soft cushions, waiting expectantly.

  Zebulon took the pendant back out of the pouch and held it up so that Brock had a better view.

  "As you can see, the pendant is made up of seven stones enclosed in a silver and gold frame. We have recovered five of the stones. The ruby will be placed here." He indicated with his finger the empty space.

  "What goes in the centre?"

  "A peridot. It is known as the evening emerald because its colour does not darken at night and is still visible even in dim light. A peridot is always green or yellowy green. The one in this pendant is olive green. It has the power to drive away evil. Its power is even more intense when the stone is set in gold. The gem will lie within the golden hand in the centre.”

  “How did the pendant get broken?" Seeing Zebulon's dark look, Brock regretted the question. "I'm sorry," he added hastily.

  Zebulon leant forward, placing his elbows on his legs and clasped his hands together. He continued. "The pendant, with its magic stones, has been handed down from a long line of wizards until it reached my hands. The first wizards had collected these special stones from various parts of the land. The stones, themselves already possessing special qualities, absorbed the energy from each wizard who owned them. They have become very powerful.”

  "It was the wizard, Theron, a magnificent and superior magician, versed in working with metals, and having a great comprehension of the quality and strength of gems, who decided to make the valuable gems into a pendant.”

  "He toiled long and hard to find the best position for each stone so that its strength was magnified. When he finished he realised how strong the pendant had become. His concern about the damage that could be done if it fell into the wrong hands caused him to immediately implement a safeguard to prevent its use for evil purposes. He placed an irreversible spell on the pendant to render it useless to anyone who dared to use it wrongly. He also needed to make it so its power was renewed once it came to its rightful owner, or to another who was more worthy.”

  "As Theron's great abilities became common knowledge, he gained enemies. Fearing that his beloved would be at risk, he place a protection spell on the pendant and gave it to her. He still had the use of its energies but now he had confidence that he could keep her safe also."

  Zebulon paused. Expressions of shame, anger and sadness passed fleetingly over the fine lines of his features. He did not look at Brock but continued in the telling of his tale.

  "And so down through the generations it has come, full of beauty and strength. It would have continued in its purpose had not a moment of uncontrolled passion rendered the pendant asunder, reversing the process as each stone returned to its original resting place. While each stone retained some of its magic, the pendant's power will not be re-established until the pendant is once more complete. Even then its former full capabilities do not return until the offending wizard has made amends for his transgressions, or it passes to another."

  It was so quiet in the room that Zebulon thought he had lulled Brock to sleep, but as he glanced up, the elf was looking at him with bright eager eyes. He understood that Brock had many questions to ask but had the sensitivity not to ask.

  "I know you have many questions. I will do my best to answer them. Theron understood the frailties of even the most powerful and good wizards. He knew that he needed to provide a tool that would allow the offending magician to locate the stones and restore them to the pendant. You have seen me use the tool. The device is a crystal which fits into the centre of the pendant where the peridot usually rests.”

  "By focusing on the crystal and uttering special words, a deep trance is entered in which the scryer can bring visual images into the mind's eye. This is how I have been able to find each gem. The crystal is unique in that it understands the heart of the user. If one does not have purity, the crystal will not give up its secrets.”

  "What has made it difficult for me is that many generations of man and elf had passed since the first wizards mined for the stones, so changing landscapes distorted their whereabouts. Buildings too, such as at the farm, have been constructed over the original area.”

  "It has been my great sorrow and concern that others could find the stones before me. With the accumulated skills and power of many a wizard, even the individual stones would be a prize worth having for any magic user."

  "What would happen if the magician had become so bad he cannot have the pendant any more?"

  "It will eventually go to another who is worthy."

  "Who gave you the pendant?"

  "My teacher, Kareem."

  "You are a good wizard, why would the pendant break for you?"

  Zebulon looked away, but Brock's eager young eyes maintained an unfaltering gaze.

  Zebulon looked back and met Brock's eyes. "Bad temper," he stated simply. "Terrible rage towards the one most precious to me."

  Brock shifted uncomfortably. He felt he was in a position he had no right to be, and had asked a question he should not have asked. There was silence.

  Zebulon cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was deep with emotion.

  "The most important thing now is that with your help I will have all the stones and the pendant will be complete."

  "Mustafa?"

  "He wants the pendant. Being a magician of superior knowledge, he discerned the energy of the pendant was disturbed, that the gems had scattered. He always believed he should have had the pendant given to him so he sees this state of transition as an opportunity to correct the wrong he perceives, and gain ownership."

  "Was he your friend once?"

  "He was never really my friend. We studied together with Kareem. He was with Kareem before I became his student. He was a bright
pupil, very dedicated and hard working. Then I came along. I suppose I had much natural ability. By comparison with him I was lazy. Learning was easy for me. In time Mustafa became aggressively competitive. In my youthful ways I didn't give it much thought. I was interested in obtaining knowledge not judging myself against another. This attitude offended him even more. The time came when we were mature magicians. Kareem was old, he felt it time to pass on the pendant. When he chose me, Mustafa became embittered, but even then I did not see him as a threat until I lost the pendant. I have not seen him in a long while, but I feel his magic and know that he has been travelling down a bad path. I felt his presence when Orville came to the farm. It was no accident that the young man came there. Even then, I did not think of a threat to you, only to myself. I'm sorry."

  "You could not have known that."

  "Yes I should. It was not by chance that Orville met you here in the village. If I had known, I may have saved you some suffering."

  "I do not know why I didn't tell you."

  "You still had some issues about me. Buried deep within your being you still had fears, doubt and feelings of injustice, rightly and wrongly attributed to me... Do you want to talk about it?"

  "No."

  Zebulon gave him a quizzing look.

  "No," Brock repeated firmly. "You have answered many things which had troubled me."

  "Then have you anything more to ask?"

  "I would like to know more about the individual qualities of each gem."

  "Very well then. You know much about the opal already but I can tell you more. The opal is a noble gem, a symbol of hope, happiness and truth. It is a spiritual stone, especially the black one, and has strong mystical power. It works within the pendant to give a kind of invisibility in that others cannot discern your presence. The two opals with the blue colours are special for allowing you to see beyond the immediate physical reality to the wonders within nature and life.

  Brock lay his fingers on the opals which were now encased within the pendant. Once more he felt their energising power and their delight to the beholder as he gazed at the fascinating interplay of colours, visible even in the dim lantern light.

  "And the diamonds?"

  "This gem possesses the most marvellous virtues. It gives victory to he who possesses it and guards against pestilences and evil. It grows dark in the presence of poison. It can heal in both the physical and mystical sense. It is a symbol of purity and a bringer of treasures of knowledge and virtue. It provides the link for us to the higher mind. Diamond is said to be an amplifier. If the wearer is good, it amplifies their goodness. If the wearer is selfish, egotistical or evil, it will amplify those qualities as well."

  "What of the ruby?"

  "You should be getting your rest young lad, for tomorrow and the days that follow will test your strength."

  "Just a little more. Is the ruby very beautiful?"

  "With your preference for red, it will please you. It is truly a majestic stone with blazing true red colour. It symbolises success, devotion and integrity, and gives to the possessor, wisdom, happiness and health. A truly powerful gem."

  "The one in the centre, what is it called again?"

  "The peridot. Some believed that it became invisible in sunlight but that is not so. It is valuable to the magician because in the hands of one sensitive to such things, it activates physical and spiritual sight. Within its shimmering depths, visions of the past, present and future are produced. It is impressive and as it works synergistically with the other stones, is capable of giving some insight into the future. Its correctness depends on circumstances, as well as the spiritual quality and dedication of the one who is using it."

  Brock's mind was filled with wonder. Zebulon had made the story of the pendant come alive and given him knowledge of its many possibilities. He could imagine Theron with great magic and power surrounding him as he worked on it. He admired his wisdom in protecting such a powerful possession. He admired Zebulon too, for his worthiness at receiving such a gift. He had made a mistake but now nearly everything was almost as it should be, and he, Brock had become part of the pendant's history.