The Second Prophecy (Part 1 of the Dragdani Prophecies) by R. Alan Ferguson Read Free Book Online

What do we
do now?” she asked.
    “ Well, now that you’ve most likely
stunk out the toilet, we wait until Delsani comes to take me to
start my training,” said John.
    “ Ha ha,
you’re so funny,” said Helen, and then stuck out her tongue at
him.
    John, who was
sitting on the bed merely said, “Revenge.”
    They waited
at least three and a half hours before Delsani came. He gently
knocked on the door. “It’s time John.”
    John and
Helen got up together and followed the old Wizard. He did not lead them to the training room; instead
they went back the way they came when they arrived, back to the
entrance hall. When they got there, they saw that the Wizard
Council and the Council of Witchcraft were there. All of the
Witches and Wizards that worked in the towers were also there, as
well as young Wizards and Witches from the Wizard Colleges, and the
Witch Schools of both Cites, who had all come to see their new King
and Queen.
    “ Why are all
these people here?” asked John.
    Delsani
smiled “They’re here because the Grand
Wizard wishes to present you with a couple of things that are yours
through birthright.”
    Jaucal
stepped forward, and to John’s surprise, around the fingers of the
Wizard’s right hand was Dragdani’s Dragon. Once again it was
hanging from a thin black rope.
    In Jaucal’s
left hand was the Sword of Light, Yeluilat. The Elves had brought
it with them so it could be given to the last living heir of
Dragdani.
    John stepped
toward t he Grand Wizard.
    “ Lord
Jastark. The Wizards Council and the Council of Witchcraft have
decided that as you are the rightful King, you shall be the new
bearer of Dragdani’s Dragon and the sword Yeluilat, which once
belonged to your ancestor, King Dragdani,” said Jaucal. “So with no
further delay, in front of all of these witnesses I present you
with the symbol of Dragdani himself.” John bowed his head to
receive it, and Jaucal put the necklace around his neck. “May your
life and rein be long, my friend,” said the old Wizard.
    “ Thank you,”
said John.
    “ Now if you
would all like to make your way to the dining hall for something to
eat,” said Delsani, motioning his hand in the direction of the
dining room.
     
    A feast was
held in the dining hall, which was one of the largest rooms that
Helen had ever seen. The walls were grey. Long rectangle tables ran
along the left wall, around the wall at the far end of the hall,
and back down the right wall again. Other smaller tables were
placed in the heart of the massive room, and it seemed every chair
at every table had an occupant. As Helen continued to look about,
she saw that halfway up the four walls that made the room ran a
border of gold. The border had depictions on it, but she couldn’t
see what they were from where she sat.
    She continued
to scan the room, and again her eyes fell on the large silver
statues she had seen as she entered the room. There were ten in all
that were sitting on ledges set just below the golden border. Four
of the statues were on one side of the room, four opposite them,
and the last two also facing each other, one above the entrance and
the other at the far end of the room. These were the largest of all
the ten, one a Witch and the other a Wizard. Helen found herself
staring at the one of the old Wizard. He was dressed in long robes,
and in his left hand he held what looked like a page of parchment.
In his right was an old pointed hat.
    Just as Helen
went to look back at her plate, the statue winked at her and then
smiled. She looked at the others all around the room, and like the
first, some winked, others smiled, a few waved and mouthed hello,
and last but certainly not least. The male Witch above the
entrance, after seeing the dazed look on the young woman’s face,
let out a loud robust laugh that filled the hall and made some of
the other people in room jump, so much so that it sent more than a
few forks, food and all, flying through the air. Most of