The Spinning Top

On the Spinning Top there are three kinds of magic users, The Gardener, the Wizards and the Necromancers. The Gardeners were from a tribe called Raipur. They being the least know of the three enjoyed a very laid back existence in the floating mountains. The Wizards lived in the very biggest city on the top. They were generally lazy but at the same time very excitable, you did not want to pick a fight with a wizard. The last kind was the Necromancers. They drew their power from the remnants of a dead person’s energy. They choose to keep their practices secret as it was not the most respectable art.

Our story beginners in the city of Bruwerstrat, the capital of Dentyne. It was the beginning of the New Year at the Academy of Wizards and the Chancellor, Taise had his hands full. Checking and double checking every thing. Taise hurried off to the library, his cloak bellowing behind him. He liked this cloak. It was big and a very dark blue. It made him look big and powerful. When he arrived he looked around for the librarian.

“Taise there you are!” Taise jumped and turned around him to see the face of the librarian. The librarian was a goblin who had given up his mischievous past but couldn’t help doing things that he was not supposed to.

“You called.” said Taise. The goblin grinned showing several pointed teeth.

“I want you to strengthen a few charms for me.” The goblin replied.

“Yes, yes.” said Taise waving his wand. Sparks shot out of it.

“Thanks.” mumbled the goblin. With out answering Taise swept out of the room.

He checked the clock on the wall, he had half an hour. Deciding to go clean up he tapped his wand on the wall and the bricks folded back. He went in and started walking up the stairs to his door. He had hidden his door in this fashion because a few years back a few students had snuck into his room and charmed his bed to through anybody who lay in it ten feet into the air. This was quite unpleasant due to the fact that his roof was only 9.5 feet high. When he arrived he was greeted by his cat saddle pus. Wizards liked cats. They, like the other magic users could see past the line of reality. The only other creatures that had this gift were the ants and only the Gardeners bothered with them. He shivered, “The Gardeners.” Pushing the thought back from his mind he busied himself preparing his entrance. He looked at the clock. It was almost time, 5, 4,3,2,1… He waved his wand again and a door appeared. He stepped in and in front of him. He entered. His eyes skimmed the hall. He was very pleased to see that the first years had terrified looks on their faces.

“Welcome all of you. I hope that you all have a very good year. That’s all I have to say to you so bugga off and go get to bed. Tomorrows a big day.” There was the sound of lots of chairs scraping as the students stood up and ran to the door.

“Theenth like a good buth of studanth this year.” said the elderly history professor.

“They look tasty.” hissed someone at Taise elbow. He turned to see the whiter face of the crypt manager. ”I think that I am going to have some fun with these kids. Its one of the only things that I look forward to these days.”

“I think that its time that we hurry of to bed now.” said Taise

“Or coffins piped I the crypt manager.”