The Legend Of The Wizard's Apprentice (Book 1) by Mike Ezekiel Page A

before he had fallen to sleep. The only difference was that it was now daytime and Master Sernett was waiting patiently for him to get ready to go.
    “Ok Master, I will be ready in just a few minutes.” As Kerwyn got up and started rolling up his bedding, he felt the need to find a good tree to pee behind. Looking around the clearing, he spotted the wolf statues and Kerwyn felt an ominous air about him and didn’t want to stray to far from his Master. But sometimes the call of nature is stronger then common sense. Walking toward the edge of the forest, Kerwyn heard his Master call out.
    “Don’t go too far by yourself Kerwyn, we still do not have any idea what may be hiding and just waiting for a chance to capture or eat one of us. Also, we have no idea of what other helpless creatures have been mutated into something that comes from hell.”
    “Don’t worry Master, I will be back in just a minute. I just need to find a good tree.” Smiling, Kerwyn picked the closest tree and relieved himself.
    As he was finishing up, Kerwyn felt an odd feeling, as though he was being watched or maybe even being judged. Looking around, he couldn’t see anything or anyone. His Master’s back was turned away from him as he finished gathering up the rest of their campsite. But the feeling remained and grew stronger. He sensed rather than heard movement and looked up into the branches of the tree and saw that he was indeed being observed. Crawling down one branch at a time was a Tree Sprite. She was just a little thing, only about three feet tall and couldn’t have weighed very much. Still, here she was, a little girl that looked to be about the same age as he, making her way down the tree towards him.
    When she noticed that he had spied her, she put her finger in front of her lips signalling him to be silent. When she was about one foot away, she reached out and climbed into his arms, lifted her head up and whispered into his ear.
    “Be very quiet, mortal, for we are not alone in these woods. There are things that don’t belong here at the far edge of the clearing and just outside your Master’s sigils. They are evil creatures and they do not know that you are here because of your Master’s magic. What they do know is that there is something hiding in here and they want to know what it is.”
    “What are they? Are they more undead wolves like the ones we killed last night?” Kerwyn asked in a scared, excited voice that he tried to keep at a whisper.
    “No, mortal, they are alive and they are Imps; fallen fairies. They are evil creatures that have magic. That’s why they know someone or something is hiding because they can feel the magic coming off of the sigils. They are unable to break through or to see in, but they can feel that someone is hiding in here. They are not part of the evil that has come from the Black Tower, but they are creatures that would win the favour of the Black Master if they could.”
    “How would a fairy become an imp? I can’t believe that a fairy would give up a life of beauty and fun to become something evil,” Kerwyn said in a shocked voice
    “Mortal, you have a lot to learn. Fairies would never choose to become Imps for they are an abomination to the fairy kind. Fairies become imps by being captured by bad humans who keep them in jars away from all light. A Fairy needs either the sun or the moonlight to keep their fairy magic strong and bright. Being kept away from either of these will distress a fairy so much that they lose all hope; their glow fades and their wings dissolve and fall off. A fairy that loses it wings and its magic glow become a very bitter creature, filled with hate and bent upon revenge. After that there is nothing left of the beautiful fairy that it once was and all that remains is an ugly evil imp that will cause as much mischief that it can. They have such a hatred of humans that they will do whatever they can to cause them harm. An imp will stop at nothing to work some dark