Mandiri Novels & Stories

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim. "This here, is called a Scrying Mirror." Kaylus marveled at the object. "Those goosebumps you felt are an indication that you have a strong spiritual power, as well as magic. When you're a magician, sensing magic should be easy and natural like breathing," his Master explained. "Descrying objects do come in different forms though, but I liked this mirror. It comes in handy." Chuckling, his Master patted his head as Kaylus watched in awe, his mouth still agape as he observed the mirror in front of him. It looked like an ordinary hand mirror, and it doesn't show anything but his reflection.

"It's here, in Iridian." Something else caught my eye, another door--this one different in every way. It sat at the center of the floor, a mirror image of the circular opening in the ceiling. A single handle sat in the center of the door, the same midnight stone with silver flecks in its surface. I crouched down, running my fingers over the smooth stone. It glittered and sparkled under my touch, its smooth surface showing the fiery reflection of my tangled hair. I jumped as Aidan's reflection shimmered over my shoulder, his face still pale and pained.

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It was the type of place you sat down and read the deepest, most meaningful book. The little spot she had taken me to was a small clearing deep into the forest. The sun was not quite on it, but it wasn’t far from it. A clear blue pond reflected that sun into beautiful rays projected onto the trees. It was very quiet and away from cars and buildings. “ Wow, Katherine. This is beautiful, “ I said amazed “ Yeah, I’ve gone out here a couple of times, “ she says

“You should try and practice using your magic. We need to see the extent of the damage.” “I feel fine, I’ve been feeling fine for a while now.” “Cordelia.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. She always called my name in that no nonsense tone when she wanted to have her way. “Fine.” “Practice in the garden.” Morgana ordered as I stood up to follow Maria. “Last time you burned the carpet in the magic room.” She gave me a pointed look, “The Persian carpet, pretty expensive might I add.” Both Maria and I raised an eyebrow at her, but we both headed out. “Now, I want you to try simple growth spell.” She pointed at the lemongrass, “Start with this.”

She said nervously. “Tom Adams?” Olivia and I spoked at the same time. The guy who was in front of us, was not nothing like the popular basketball player who was in charge of making my life impossible. Where years ago was blond hair and a muscular body, now there was a bald head and a beer belly. “Minister Adams.” He said correcting us “I am the minister of the largest Christian church in the city.” He looked at us with an amused smile. “I can't believe it's you!” He turned to see a pale Hillary “Honey, go drink something full of sugar, you look very pale.”

“I’ll get the food ready. Maki-chan, Kenta, come help. Akiko, you can show them the rooms that they will be using.” “Yes. Leave it to me!” Aki-chan saluted and so did the other two kids. While they ran off head towards the kitchen, Aki-chan, still being carried by me, verbally guided us to our rooms which were right next to each other. Once Hiro-san had gone and left his backpack in his room, he came over to mine. “It’s a really big traditional house.” “It’s ancestral property. It’s been in the family for over two centuries.” “I didn’t know they were so well-off.”

She elucidates better. “Protection? Why would it need protection? Isn't it stronger enough to protect itself?” Shaw questions “The oracle is indeed a powerful entity, but only when it comes to its role. She or he has no powers to hurt the other, only to alert him. The oracle is only a messenger of fate, who cannot intervene in it.” She answers Shaw “Wait, did you say ‘she or he’?” Pandora asks completely confused. “Isn’t the oracle immortal?” “It is. The entity nor its body.” She answers with a smirk playing on her lips.