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  The Hero’s Peril

  The Sorcerer’s Saga Book 5

  Rain Oxford

  The Hero’s Peril © 2017 Rain Oxford

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover art by Brooke Gillette

  Edited by Crystal Potts

  Narrative Exposition

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Books by Rain Oxford

  Narrative Exposition

  I was the seventh son in a family of infamous sorcerers, known for their ruthlessness and malevolent powers. On my world, wizards only used light magic and sorcerers only used dark magic. To my family’s disdain, no matter how hard I tried to cause chaos and destruction, I could only do light magic.

  When I left home to prove that I could be a powerful sorcerer, I ended up releasing Merlin from a magical prison. Merlin was a very powerful wizard from another world who had been cursed. Along with losing his magic and immortality, he was transformed into a wolf. Since I was the one to release him, we could talk in each other’s minds. With his help, I learned to accept that I had both wizardry and sorcery and joined Magnus, one of the most powerful wizards of Caldaca. The three of us banished five of my evil brothers to another world. The youngest of my brothers, Thaddeus, was the least terrible and thus I felt he deserved a chance to live in peace. He later redeemed himself and became a great ally.

  People from Caldaca had limitations on what type of magic they could do. Aside from wizards and sorcerers, there were also mages, who were healers; magicians, who did illusion magic; necromancers, who controlled the dead; seers, who saw the future; and rare elementalists, who could control the elements.

  There was a phenomenon in which the seventh son of the seventh son and the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter had great power. Even on worlds without magic, these people had special abilities. On Caldaca, where almost everyone had magic, these people had an even greater advantage.

  They were called Sjau, and they could do any type of magic that didn’t conflict with their personalities. Very few people knew about them, and there were only ever seven male Sjau and seven females. When one died, another was immediately born. I was one of them, which was why I could do both light and dark magic. I used this advantage and became a curse breaker. People traveled great distances to have their curses broken.

  That wasn’t to say I was an expert at it. When I attempted to break Merlin’s curse, I ended up enabling us to switch forms instead, so that I would be a wolf and him a man. Nevertheless, he was teaching me magic from other worlds, including dragon magic, so I was hopeful that we would find a better solution.

  Mason, predominately a wizard/mage, knew more about the Sjau than the rest of us. He and his wizard family were living with Merlin, Thaddeus, and me at Magnus’s castle.

  My aunt, Livia, was also a Sjau with both wizardry and sorcery, but she had locked her dark power away. It was with great shock that I learned my father had loved her, not my mother. Unfortunately, his mother forbad him to be with Livia and he ended up marrying my mother. It was all because of power.

  My mother, Ilvera Dracre, was the most malevolent sorceress I knew. She manipulated everyone and repeatedly tried to steal the power of the Sjau. We ended up using this to our advantage when we had to defeat an even more powerful opponent.

  Baltezore was an enemy from Merlin’s past who turned out to be an ancient dragon stripped of his true form by other dragons. He was after a very special egg; an egg containing the first female dragon to hatch in over a thousand years. All the magic on Caldaca was produced by a dragon even more ancient than Baltezore, and that dragon was dying. His magic had to be passed to the female so that she could sustain the world. Baltezore wanted that magic, but we needed it.

  When we discovered he was working with Ilvera, we allowed her to take our power, knowing that she would immediately turn on Baltezore. Convincing all Sjau to work together was difficult, as a few of us were on her side to begin with. Kalyn, a magician and shapeshifter, was a perfect example of how conniving Ilvera could be; she had put a love spell over Kalyn to make Kalyn obedient to Sven. Sven was obedient to Ilvera because she had kidnapped his wife. After a lot of work, we were able to form a united front and pretended to fall into her trap.

  Everything went according to plan until it came to taking back our magic.

  Fortunately, I had a galaxy stone, which I learned was a dragon’s heart, infused with the crystal of my staff. All of them had power over dragons, but they each did something different. Mine could make a dragon peaceful or call them for help. I could also summon the dragon whose heart my galaxy stone was made from, or I could invoke the dragon’s power. I rarely did either one because it was a dangerous strain on my energy.

  With help from dragons and all fourteen of the Sjau working together, we were able to defeat Ilvera and regain our magic. The black star, a massive hole in the sky that had formed when the ancient dragon died, closed before too much damage was done. Magic was saved.

  Prologue

  There once was a wonderful kingdom, where the citizens were happy and well fed, and the king and queen were greatly loved. The only thing missing from their life was a child. With every year that came and went, the royal couple lost hope that they would ever have children. They began to seek mages for help, to no avail.

  Finally, a seer journeyed to their castle and told them they would have a child if they attained a very special treasure. The seer even told them exactly where to get this treasure. When the couple went to a family of sorcerers, they were expected. Along with the treasure, the sorceress gave them a potion for the queen to drink and promised that a healthy child would soon grace their lives.

  Naturally, the queen was hesitant to listen to a sorceress, but she decided it was worth the risk. Nine months later, they had a beautiful baby boy. He was the perfect child and brought great joy to their lives. Then, on his fifth birthday, the seer returned to the castle and told the queen and king that their son was destined for something great, but first, he would face terrible danger.

  The king and queen reinforced their castle with the strongest magic and never let their son out of sight. For years, their lives were wonderful. Then magic started to fail throughout the land and the kingdom’s defenses weakened.

  The prince was brave and pure of heart, so when the kingdom was attacked, he realized he had to do something to protect them. With little magic left in him, he snuck out of the castle and went on a quest to discover why magic was dying and save it.

  Unfortunately, he returned unsuccessful and disheartened. The king and queen were so happy to have their son home safe and sound that they threw a celebration. The magic-less citizens rejoiced and put their fear aside.

  What they didn’t know was that two other kingdoms had been preparing to overthrow the castle. The peaceful kingdom was attacked mercilessly and the prince was mortally wounded. With the help of healing herbs and potions, he lived for two days, but without any powerful mages left, there was no hope. Only his love for his parents gave him strength.

  When a black hole opened in the sky and the sun turned r
ed, everyone in the kingdom thought it was because the prince was dying. With the help of his mother, he stood and walked to the window, where he could watch the strange phenomenon. “Is magic gone for good?” the prince asked weakly.

  “I don’t know,” his mother said.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t save it.”

  “That was not your responsibility. It was mine to protect you, and I failed.”

  As the prince took one final breath and closed his eyes, the black hole began to shrink. Right before it collapsed, blinding bright shards, like miniature stars, shot out of it. One of these shards flew through the open window and struck the prince in the chest. It filled the room with brilliant light, and when it faded, the prince’s wounds healed in front of his mother’s eyes.

  Over the next few days, no one in the kingdom could believe the prince’s recovery, not even himself. Barely five days passed before he accidentally stuck his hand in a cooking fire and was completely unscathed. He decided that he was invincible, and when he tested this theory, it was proved true over and over again.

  Magic had returned to Caldaca, and the young prince was stronger than ever.

  It was only a month later that a powerful sorcerer broke into the castle, defeated all of the castle’s defenses, and stole the treasure that the seer had sent the king and queen to get. The royal couple had never told the prince what the treasure was, but they were convinced that without it, the prince would be taken from them.

  Once again, the prince snuck out of the castle and went on a quest, this time to defeat the sorcerer. Even with the kingdom’s fastest horse, it took him half a month to find and reach the dark castle. He was not greeted by a vicious army or sinister curse. Instead, it appeared that no one had been in the castle in years. He walked through the main door and shivered from the cold that clung to the thick air.

  “Hello?” the prince called. “Sorcerer? I’m here to take back my family’s treasure! If you give it up peacefully, I will leave without causing trouble.”

  There was no answer.

  The prince studied the dusty room and found something covered by a discolored sheet, which was cold to the touch. Curious, he tugged down the sheet, revealing a mirror, almost twice as tall as he was and four times as wide. “Creepy,” the prince whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and started to turn. The mirror creaked. Instinctively, he threw up his arms, yet he could do nothing to stop the mirror from falling on him, reflective side down.

  But the prince was not crushed by the massive mirror. Instead, he was suddenly standing alone in the dark. Slowly, he lowered his arms and tried to make sense of his surroundings. His first thought was that it was a forest, but not the kind that grew on his homeland. The trees looked dead and mutated, with hideous twisted, mangled limbs. Snow blanketed the ground and the biting cold air seeped through his clothes as easily as if he was bare. Along with his body heat, it sucked away hope and joy. Although the prince had never known this feeling of dread before, he was brave and level-headed, so he focused on finding a way out.

  Among the trees, he encountered items that were surely treasured, such as jewelry and children’s toys, but everything was eroded, as if they had been lost for many years… or as if the dark realm had drained the love out of them.

  The prince was unnerved and his courage began to weaken. The cold, stale air crept deeper into his bones. He was so cold by then that he had trouble taking another step, but he knew that if he gave in, he would soon be lost like the doll at his feet. He could feel the cold reaching for his heart.

  And then he found a mirror. It did not reflect himself; it was completely dark. The prince studied the massive mirror, which was quite a bit taller and wider than himself. He knew it was a way out of the forest, but beyond was the unknown, and that was scarier than the dark and cold.

  The distinct sound of a twig snapping spooked him and he turned. His eyes told him that he was alone, that he had been since he arrived. Something else told him otherwise. A soft crunch made him look down, where a massive print formed in the snow. It was the print of an animal’s paw that was as long as his arm.

  A second one formed in front of it.

  The prince fell back, but instead of soft snow breaking his fall, it was hard stone that he landed on. He was now in a new room, on the other side of the mirror he had seen in the forest. Beneath him was a strange fabric he didn’t recognize, which he realized had covered the mirror and prevented him from seeing the room. He scrambled to his feet. Through the mirror, he saw the footprints slowly advancing.

  For the first time in his life, his bravery failed him. Instead of drawing his sword and fighting the creature, he ran. The only way out of the room was up a set of stairs. The room contained crates, but he had no way of knowing what was in them and he didn’t have time to search them for a hiding place. Fortunately, the door was not locked, and he found himself in a hallway. There was one set of stairs and one other door. He decided to use the door, which led to a room with a crackling fire.

  The room was sparsely furnished with two cushioned chairs facing the fire, a cupboard, a table, decorative rug on the floor, and a bookshelf. The walls were brick, the floor was hardwood, and there were only two doors, one of which he was exiting. The most colorful feature of the room was a large maroon curtain. A painting on the wall of a skull with mist coming out of an old magic book suggested to the prince that this was a house of dark magic.

  The sound of glass breaking in the basement below made him jump, and he quickly shut the door.

  “You should have covered up the mirror,” said a soft voice behind him. He shouted this time and spun around to see a young girl, about twelve, with long black hair and deep green eyes. She wore a plain white dress, which was dirty along the hems, and she was barefoot. “It looks like something followed you out.”

  “Who are you? You’re not the sorcerer who took my family’s treasure.”

  “No, I’m not. I’ve been waiting for you, Yuri Romanus. I’m Alice. First, I’m going to tell you a story, and then we’re going to play a game.”

  Chapter 1

  “Ayden, wake up,” Merlin said. It was the sharpness in his tone, not the volume of his voice in my head that woke me with a start.

  “I’m awake!” I shouted, startling the stranger in front of me.

  “Yes, I should hope so,” the stranger said, eyeing me with warning.

  I ignored it.

  I was in the throne room with Merlin, Mason, and my brother. Mason’s family had left two days previous to gather belongings from their home, so it was up to me and Mason alone to break the curses of those who came to us. Mason dealt with the small curses, but most people who made the journey to find the curse breaker did so because a wizard couldn’t handle it. Therefore, the line of people outside waiting impatiently to have their curses broken stretched further than I could see.

  The man in front of me didn’t have a particularly impressive case and they all blended together after a while. “So, just to be clear, you stole a sorcerer’s sheep five times because they kept winning in your village’s contest, and each time, he took them back without inflicting any sort of punishment. Then the sixth time you stole them, he cursed you to be allergic to wool.”

  “Yes, that’s what I said, now break the curse.”

  “No. You would just steal his sheep again.”

  “It’s not fair that they win every time.”

  “Have you considered that they win because the sorcerer puts so much work into taking care of them?”

  “So?”

  “So I’m not doing it. Find a new way to make a living. I suggest the thieves guild.”

  “That’s not fair! He should have warned me he was going to curse me!”

  “You’re lucky that was all he did and that he didn’t do so until you stole them the sixth time.”

  “You’re not a king, you’re a curse breaker! It’s not your job to tell me what is right and wrong!”

  “No,
it was your mother’s job, so go home and ask her where you went wrong.”

  “Break this curse!”

  “No.”

  “You’re a fake! You can’t break it!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Thaddeus, do you need another rat for your potions?”

  “Sure, but he’s a bit overweight. I’ll keep him in the dungeon for a month until I’m ready for him.”

  The man blanched and ran. “That’s what I thought. Mason, who’s next?”

  Mason checked his scroll. “The next one is a man who cheated on his wife. His wife then hired a sorcerer to shrink his…” He trailed off, laughing.

  “Great. Another one.”

  “I understand that you want to use your gift to help people,” Merlin said, “but when was the last time it made you happy?”

  “Does that matter? I thought helping people was the point, not being happy.”

  “If breaking curses does not make you happy, then it is a job, and you need to take time off to do things that do make you happy. You cannot save a village from burning in a fire if you yourself are drowning in the river.”

  “You’re right; I’m not an elementalist. I think the reason I’m not happy doing this is because I don’t feel like I’m helping. Most of the people who come here anymore deserve the curse they’ve got or worse. People who really need my help are those who can’t travel.” I stood. “You’re right, Merlin. I can’t keep doing this. From now on, the curse breaker travels, and I’m going to keep changing the color of my robe in order to hide myself.”

  “Where will you go?” Mason asked.

  “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

  “I should go with you,” Thaddeus said.

  “I can’t go because my parents won’t know where I am. Your father took the small magic mirror when we defeated Ilvera,” Mason said.

  Thad’s expression was conflicted. “In that case… I should stay, because Mason can’t do sorcery and needs my help more than you do.”