Brian's Power, Part One-Four, Edited, IMPORTANT INTRO

His apprentice, of course, went with him, and my father later found out was ruining all the trails.  Gillian returned home, with nothing to show for his effort.  He had been gone nearly a year, and when he stepped through the gates, he was nearly on the verge of collapsing.  He was brought in for food poisoning, and as my father later found out, his apprentice was behind it.

About three years after my disappearance, my father's apprentice became greedy with power.  His powers never even scaled up with my family's, and I think he knew that.  The only reason my father bothered to train his was because he was afraid of not having an heir, someone to pass down the family power to, and someone to take over after he was gone.  Gillian saw a spark of power in this young man (his apprentice), and he decided to try and train him.  He never showed anything more than a spark.

My father's apprentice was constantly eager to learn the darkest of powers, and never tried to learn anything he felt "wouldn't make him stronger".  If he felt it wouldn't benefit him, he would skip it.  There was no doubt that father's apprentice was treading on the dark path.  Of course, father didn't mind, but others did.Just when father started to become fed up with his power-hungry apprentice, my mother gave birth to me.  It was that same day the young man of whom father was training took me.

He hid me in his room, and cast an evil spell that would transport the best of souls, to the places they were least likely to survive.  If he had paid attention, he would know that the spell wasn't a hundred percent certain to work, and it didn't.  In fact, it just teleported me inside of the wagon of Fiona and Thet Hollender, and they would raise me for fourteen years.

Father found out about his apprentice's treachery when he was trying to teach him of the memory skill, like the one he had used on me.  When doing this, father found the memory of him abducting me, and he became enraged.  Father blew the top off the ceiling, and it shattered into smithereens.  His hair lit black, his eyes red, and a dark aura surrounded him.  His apprentice tried to run, but only got to the door.  Father bursted through the wall, and grabbed his apprentice by the throat.  He sent a mental message to everyone in the castle to grab their weapons, and to meet him in the courtyard.  He flew out of the building, witch wasn't a big deal, considering there was no roof, and slammed the young man into the side of a building.  He then threw him down towards the ground, and surrounded his apprentice in a purple force field.  His people around him, Gillian told everyone that his so called "apprentice" was a traitor, and that he was responsible for my disappearance.  Somehow the young man found the power to teleport away, but knowing his power, father knew he couldn't be far.  Everyone in the castle searched and searched, but the ex apprentice was never found.  He was presumed dead by the injuries that father gave him, and was never seen again.

"It's getting late.  Should we head back now?"  Mother asked.
"Yes.  You will have a hard day of training tomorrow, and you need your sleep."  Father said as he looked at me.
"Oh my!  I can't wait for you to see your bedroom!  I have kept it clean myself all these years, into the hopes you'd find your way home one day!"  Mother said as she gave me a hug.  We walked back to the castle, and walked past the throne room.  Father led us past a few corridors, and walked up to a fireplace.  He recited a few words that I couldn't understand, and then the fireplace lifted up about a foot.  We crawled under, and it opened up to a vast room, with a two rooms, a room filled to the brim with leather bound books, a kitchen, and a bathing room.
"This is where we sleep.  And also, you will begin your training by studying with those books."  Father said as he pointed to the room with the books.
"We cannot risk anyone getting their hands on the books, or us, so you must never tell anyone where we sleep.  Do you understand?"  Father asked.
"Yes."  I said.  I was still overcome with all the books.  Back with Fiona and Thet, the only book we had was the Bible.

"Your room is just like the thrones."  Mother stated.
"So, it's the one on the left?"  I asked.
"Good, you remembered."  Said Gillian.
"If you get hungry, there's a kitchen over here."  Said mom, pointing to the side of the room.
"We only have water, bread, and maybe some fruits and vegetables however, because anything else would spoil to fast."  Said father.

"Well, you get some sleep, and we will see you at dawn."  Said mother.

They walked into the second room on the right, and I walked into the first room on the left.  Immediately I was filled with awe.  Their was a red velvet rug on the floor, the bed was white silk, the dresser was oak...  I have never seen a room so elegant.  Their was a mirror on the wall, and a chest near the foot on the bed filled with clothing.  Their was red and blue robes, white fancy looking clothes for important occasions, regular clothing but with my father's symbol on the right shoulder side, and a purple tunic.  Was really caught my attention was a green tunic with gold and silver patterns everywhere on it.  There was also my fathers symbology on the right shoulder side, but it also covered the entire back of it.  I knew I had found my favorite clothes.

I felt sweaty.  I hadn't showered since the morning Gillian had came to get me.  Looking in the mirror, my jet black hair was rough, my chest felt grimy, and my shoes where filled with rocks.  There was dirt on my hands, and on my face.

Remembering the bathing room, I exited my room and walked across the room to it.  I opened the door and stepped in.  It was dark, but I found a match and lit one of the many candles.  Making an estimate, I'd say it was about eight-thirty.  I took off my clothing, neatly folded it, and stepped inside the large wooden bath.  I rubbed myself with soap, and poured bucket after bucket of water on my skin until the soap was gone.  I stepped out, shivered, and blew out the candle.  I threw away the match, and I watched the water drain through the hole in the tub.  I walked outside the bathing room and quickly ran into my room.  I stepped into a pair of underwear, and grabbed the blue robe.

I pulled myself into the white silk covers, and put out the lamp.  I wonder what my training will be like in the morning...

I then fell into one of the deepest sleeps I had ever had.

Part Four

Brian's Power, Chapter Four

Hey!  Welcome to Part Four of my Brian's Power stories! In this Chapter, Brian starts his training!  Smaller chapter, sorry.


"Hey there Mister, time to get up."  Said a feminine voice.
I adjusted my eyes to the dim lighting, and realized it was my mother, Janet.
"Got it.  I'll get dressed."  I said as I tried to clear the blur from my eyes.  I walked to the chest at the foot of the bed, and grabbed the green tunic with the gold designs.  I took of the  blue robe, and neatly folded it.  I put it back inside the chest and put on the tunic.  Figuring the training would be intense, I grabbed a pair of white, baggy, pantaloons.

I looked a myself in the mirror.  I looked fairly good, and royal.  Remembering my family ring, I grabbed it of the dresser.  I walked out of my room into the kitchen outside.  Father was sitting at the table, and mother was setting things on the table.  I took a seat near Gillian.
"Janet, would you please prepare three vials of Stamina Elixirs?"  Said father.
"Certainly.  If you train Brian here as hard as you trained your old apprentice, he'll need it."  Said mother with a smile.

I knew I probably shouldn't be, but I was actually really exited about the training.  For breakfast we had apples and the leftover meat slabs from yesterday.
"After breakfast, your training begins.  We start the day in the throne room."  Gillian said.
"Okay."  I responded.
After we finished breakfast, father muttered the same words I couldn't understand, and the same hole appeared.  We crawled through it, walked through the corridors, and arrived at the throne room.  We each took our individual seats in the thrones.  Me in the left, father in the middle, and mother in the right.  A man walked up to father.
"Ah!  I see your son has returned!  Shall I sound the horn, and have the prince meet the castle?"  The man asked.
"Yes."  Father replied, obviously in deep thought.

A large crowd gathered inside the large throne room.  Father, mother, and I stood in the middle of the room, and I shook hands with everyone.  The castle was quite nice, with old men, regular men, women, children, teenagers, guards, archers, warriors, and the rest of the military.  I had waken up at about six in the morning, and by the time I was done meeting everyone,  it was about ten in the morning.  After that, everyone bowed, or kneeled, and yelled,
"Hail the prince!"

Mother went to tend the garden, and father and I walked to the castle well, inside the meadow.  We each drank from the bucket, and then the training began.

"I am going to demonstrate the first power you will learn.  Said father.
He jumped into the air, lifted his arms, and just, stayed there.  He was levitating in the air.
"Now you try!"  He shouted down.
I jumped into the air, and...

fell back down.

"Try again!"  He shouted.
I raised myself off my knees, and tried again.  I jumped a bit higher, and for a second, it felt like I stopped in mid air.
Kind of a slap in the face to fall back down again.
Father dropped back down and landed on his right foot.  He walked back over to me, and helped me up.
"You need to calm yourself.  Think of birds, heights, anything to do with the air."  Said father.
I dusted my pants off, and calmed myself.
"Good.  Now jump, and raise your arms."  Said Gillian.
I closed my eyes, jumped, and I didn't feel myself fall.
"Good!"  Yelled Gillian.
Wait...  I opened my eyes, and father looked like an ant.
I was flying!  Well, not flying, but levitating!  I can't believe it!
"Raise your arms!"  Yelled Gillian.
I did, and I stayed perfectly still.
"Now try and move!"  He yelled.
I moved my head, my arms, and my feet.
"Now try and leap in mid air!"  Yelled father.
I did, and I flew through the air.
"Now come back down!"  He yelled.
"How?"  I mumbled, but right after that, I plummeted back down.  I landed on the grass, but I was at least thirty feet in the air, so it hurt.  Father ran up to me.
"You okay?"  He asked with concern.
"Yeah."  I said as I got up.
"You did good.  Not many people can master levitation and flying so fast before."  He said as we sat on the grass.
I kept trying to catch my breath as we rested for about a half hour.

"What do you say we work on one of your battling abilities now?"  He asked.
"Yeah!"  I said as I sprung up.
"Punch me as hard as you can."  Said father.
"Umm...  Sorry dad, I don't think I can do that."  I said
"Just do it."  He said.
I reached back, and my fist shot through the air.  Just as it was about to hit dad, he disappeared, and reappeared on the side of my fist, grabbing my wrist.
"Nice power, but that's not going to cut it."  He said as he flung me by my arm, face first into the dirt.
"Ow!"  I yelled.  "What'd you do THAT for?!"
"A real opponent doesn't got easy."  He replied.
We sparred for about an hour, using our fists.

"Now I think it's time for Class Placement."  Said Gillian.
"What's that?  Like school?"  I asked.
"You'll see."  Said father.
"I am going to teleport us to a special mountain.  Say near me at all times."  Said father.
"Okay."  I responded.
He grabbed my shoulder, and his normally blue eyes turned yellow.  We appeared on a mountain with a pink sky.  The grass was a bright red, and the trees' leaves were blue.

This is one f***ed up mountain.


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