So, here's Septimus Heap: Magyk but just in Boy 412's (Septimus Heap) point of view. I will try to update every week at least once or twice depending on how long or short a chapter is. Sorry if my vocabulary is not English, I'm an American, so I don't really write like Angie Sage.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Angie Sage
I woke up this morning to the wonderful sound of the Chief Cadet yelling in my ears to get up. I jumped up out of bed, fixed my blanket up neatly, and ran outside for roll call. You had thirty seconds before roll call started, so if you don't get up, the Chief Cadet takes pleasure in pouring cold icy water on you.
After roll call we went to the mess hall. Every day we had the same cold lumpy porridge, which we had to eat in five minutes. Then, when breakfast was finished, the Chief Cadet would rattle off a list of names and their duties for the morning: Expendable Boy 400, exercise and fitness; Expendable Boy 401, tracking; Expendable Boy 402…
And finally, "Expendable Boy 412, guard duty."
Yes, I thought, now I don't have to worry about anyone yelling in my face!
I got on a little wagon and they dropped me off at the Wizard Tower to guard. Actually, we weren't guarding at all, we were, in fact, spying on the wizards. Personally, I don't think the Wizards were fooled. I'm sure they knew that we were there to spy on them, not protect them. The Young Army can't seriously believe that the Wizards believed that a boy is going to be able to protect them. A full-grown Wizard, I'm sure, can protect themself.
After awhile, I got bored so I started throwing snowballs at a stray cat. Then, I accidently threw one on someone's silk cloak. Oops. I looked up and got the surprise of a lifetime.
It was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, Marcia Overstrand.
"Don't do that!" she snapped, brushing the snow off her cloak.
Marcia Overstrand was a very intimidating person. She was a very tall woman with dark curly hair. She had the same piercing green eyes all Wizards have. She had on her winter ExtraOrdinary Uniform. The purple double silk cloak was outlined with the softest indigo blue angora fur. It fell nicely from her broad shoulders, and gathered itself around her pointy purple boots. Her boots shimmered from the light reflected from the gold and platinum ExtraOrdinary Wizard belt. And, around her neck was the Akhu Amulet, the symbol and source of her power.
"How old are you?" she asked accusingly.
I blushed. No one like Marcia had ever looked at me before, let alone spoken to me.
"Then why aren't you in school?" she demanded.
I felt proud…sort of. "I have no need of school. I am in the Young Army. We are the Pride of Today, and the Warriors of Tomorrow."
"Aren't you cold?" Marcia asked me.
"N-no, Madam. We are trained not to feel the cold." But even as I said that, I shivered.
"Humph." Marcia Overstrand, the most powerful wizard in the Castle, stomped off through the snow, leaving me to another four hours of boredom.
I leaned against the Tower and laid my head against it. I closed my eyes and accidently fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes, I could not understand what was going on. All I could figure out was that I was not where I was supposed to be, and that I did not know who I was with, but there was a boy, a girl, and…two wizards.
The girl stroked my shave head."Your safe now," she told me."You're with us. I'm Jenna and this is Nicko. What's your name?"
"Boy 412." I mumbled. Please let this be a dream, I thought.
"Boy Four One Two…?" Jenna, the girl, repeated, puzzled." But that's a number. No one has a number for a name."
I just stared at the girl. Then, since I didn't like the situation I was in, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. I woke up when something cold touched my foot. I sat bolt upright and stared around the room. I didn't like that I was still with the strange people.
Any minute now the Young Army Commander would come for me and then I would be in real trouble. Consorting with the enemy-that was what they called it when someone talked with Wizards. And here I was with two of them. And an old Wizard ghost by the look of it. Not to mention the two weirdo kids, one with some kind of hold circle on her head and the other with those tell-tale Wizard green eyes. And the filthy dog. They'd taken my uniform too and put me in civilian clothes. I could be shot as a spy. I groaned and put my head in my hands.
The girl, Jenna, reached over and put her arm around me. "It's alright," she whispered. "We'll look after you."
The Wizard ghost was looking agitated. "That Linda woman. She's told them where you've gone. They're coming here. They're sending the Assassin."
"Oh, no," Marcia said. "I'll CharmLock the main doors."
"Too late," gasped the ghost. "She's already in."
"Somebody left the door open." The ghost said.
"Silas, you idiot!" snapped Marcia.
"Right," the man, Silas, said making for the door. "We'll be off then. And I'll be taking Jenna with me. She's obviously not safe with you, Marcia."
"What?" squeaked Marcia. "She's not safe anywhere, you fool."
"Don't you call me a fool!" spluttered Silas. "I am just as intelligent as you Marcia. Just because I am only an Ordinary-"
"Stop it!" the ghost shouted. "For goodness' sake she's coming up the stairs."
Shocked, we all stopped and listened. All was quiet. Far too quiet. Except for the whisper of the silver stairs steadily as they slowly brought the passenger up the Wizard Tower right to the very top, to Marcia's doors.
Jenna looked scared. Nicko put his arm around her. "I'll keep you safe, Jen," he said. "You'll be safe with me."
Suddenly the dog let out a bloodcurdling howl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand right up.
Crash! The door burst open. Silhouetted against the light stood a very tall and scary looking woman. Her face was pale as she looked around the room. In her right hand she held a pistol. She stepped forward.
"You are under arrest." She said menacingly. "You are not required to say anything at all. You will be taken from here to a place and-"
I stood up trembling. They were going to shoot me-just as I had expected. Slowly, I walked over to her. She stared at me coldly.
"Out of my way, boy," snapped the mean lady. She struck out at me and sent me crashing to the floor. Why had she hit me?
"Don't do that!" yelled Jenna. She rushed over to me. As she knelt down, the lady grabbed her.
Jenna twisted around. "Let go of me!" she yelled.
"Keep still, Queenling," the lady sneered. "There's someone who wants to see you. But he wants to see you-dead."
Oh, they aren't here for me. They're here for Jenna, the long-lost Princess. They aren't going to shoot me, I thought to myself.
The Assassin raised the silver pistol to Jenna's head.
A bright white light flew from Marcia's outstretched hand. It knocked the Assassin off her feet and Jenna clear from her grasp.
"Begird and Preserve!" shouted Marcia. A brilliant white sheet of light sprung up like a bright blade from the floor and encircled us, cutting us from the unconscious Assassin.
Then Marcia threw open the hatch that covered, I assume, the Rubbish Chute.
"It's the only way out." She said. "Silas, you go first. Try to do a Cleaning Spell as you go down."
"You heard what I said. Get in, will you!" snapped Marcia, giving Silas a hefty shove through the open hatch. Silas tumbled into the chute, and with a yell, he was gone.
Jenna pulled me to my feet. "Go on," she said and pushed me headfirst into the chute. Then she jumped in, followed by the others.