The Boys of Kendra School of Magic

By Dream Janus

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Warning: This chapter contains acts that may offend some readers, while this is a piece of fiction, these acts happen on a daily basis, but unlike in this story they do not always have a happy ending.

Chapter 3

            Jarrod reached the clearing that was the meeting place of his Loup Garoux pack. The clearing was full of twenty of his pack, some in the form of wolves, others as human and still others as hybrids. The moment Jarrod arrived, all eyes turned on him in anger. Narn, Jarrod's father, appeared from behind a tree with smug look of victory on his face. Just behind Narn were three hybrid Loup Garoux holding Jarrod's mother Marna, who was sobbing.

            Narn jumped onto a nearby rock announced, "Jarrod (Jaroo) Timbra (Tim Braw), you have been found to be an illegal Magi-can and an abomination in that you refuse to breed to continue the bloodline of the Loup Garoux." He then paused for effect.

            The members of the pack began to mill around, some shifting to their wolf form others shifting to hybrid forms. All of them began to grumble or growl. Thera, Jarrod's uncle, tensed in anticipation of what was about to happen. Jarrod was not really surprised by his father's words, just by the number of the Loup Garoux that were present for the punishment.

            "The punishment for either is banishment," Narn said and then paused again for effect. "But for both it, is, DEATH!"

            "NO!!" screamed Marna as she struggled against the three hybrid men holding her, their strength being too much for her though.

            Almost instantly Jarrod spun on his heels and began his transformation. He knew there was nothing he could do but run, the pack would kill him if he didn't. In that moment he was black wolf with icy blue eyes. Jarrod ran as fast as he could away from the clearing in a zigzag formation, trying to make sure to avoid capture. He jumped over the fallen trees and under brush as they came up.

            The pack had totally changed into wolves, with the exception of those holding Marna and Narn who was walking toward her. The rest of the pack ran after Jarrod. Marna struggled against those restraining her. Suddenly she felt her left arm slip from one of the grip of one of the men, she used it to attack. In that moment she changed into a grey hybrid with icy blue eyes. Marna sliced the first man and then the other man holding her arm. She back flipped and sliced open the throat of man holding her waist. She watched as the blood flowed from his throat and puddle at his feet.

            Narn moved toward Marna to stop her but was swiftly side stepped by her. Marna threw her claws upward, surprising Narn and sliced his face and left arm. Narn's face showed four large claw marks that bled, temporarily blinding him. Marna ran in the direction of the pack. She planned to protect her son at all costs.

            The pack ran as a unit following Jarrod's scent with ease. They spread out and covered the forest efficiently. Their wolven forms easily were able to maneuver in the forest terrain, jumping over the undergrowth and vegetation. Within a half hour they had covered the distance that Jarrod was ahead of them and moved in for the kill.

            Jarrod felt the first wolf hit his shoulder and knock him into a tree; he fell to the ground, prepared to fight. He began to feel a knot in his stomach that felt as if it was going to suck him into himself and at the same time it felt as if his head was about to explode. Jarrod struck blindly at the first wolf, his attack hit the just below the wolf's throat cutting off most of the oxygen.

            The first wolf collapsed with foam coming its mouth and nose. The other wolves attacked Jarrod in such a way that he was unable to defend himself properly.  The knot in Jarrod's stomach increased in intensity as he swung wildly trying to defend himself. His head continued to pound and exploded as it pulsed. He fought not only the wolves but his own body to retain control of himself.

            Finally the wolves drew enough of Jarrod blood that he could no longer control himself and was on the verge of death, in that instant Jarrod's mind exploded in such an explosive force that it killed all the wolves in fifteen yards of him and knocked everything else back for another thirty. An instant later the pulling sensation in his stomach became so great that it caused a black space to envelop a five foot area around Jarrod, cutting into wolves, trees, plants and whatever else was in the way. As suddenly as it appeared it winked out of existence taking everything inside its space with it.

            Marna approached the devastation in the forest sadly. She knew the forest would heal in a few years, probably look better than it did before. The pack had suffered great losses in numbers, but most of them were difficult to deal with in general, but it would cause a great hardship on the pack. Marna was not sure if Jarrod was dead or just gone, but she mourned for him anyway.

            At that exact moment a Klaxon alarm sounded in the darkened halls of the Castle Kendra and out of the cell phones owned by Max and Terry Kendra in the islands as they, Jaydon, Tyler and Chris set down to dinner in the hotel restaurant. Everyone in the restaurant turned and stared as both of the men quickly turned the alarm on the phone to silent and set down.

            "What the hell was that alarm?" Jaydon hissed under his breath, looking extremely embarrassed. He was in fact not embarrassed but concerned; he was ready to cast a spell to freeze the room if the need arose.

            "The phone says its emergency teleport stuck in transition." Max said in a calm tone that belayed the fact that he was in fact actually very upset. He knew that could only mean one of two things and both were really bad. "Boys I am going to go back and check on it" Max began. "I want everyone to stay here until I say otherwise." He looked at Terry with a knowing eye. "I will send the all clear when it is safe to come home."

            Max then stood up and walked slowly out of the restaurant as to not draw any more attention to him. It felt as if he was taking a death march, each step was like walking in cement. Once he found an area where he was unobserved and alone, Max sighed, took another deep breath and disappeared without a sound.

            In the restaurant the boys and Terry each ordered their meal in subdued voices. Terry had an idea what was going to be waiting Max when he arrived at the castle but only in the abstract sense, not in any real life experience. Each of the boys had enough time with their adopted fathers and teachers to know how to read their moods and knew that this was serious, all facades and pretenses were dropped. Each one was focused on what they could do to help their family at that exact moment be it a spell, a word or affection; they prepared themselves for the unknown worst.

            The meal itself was excellent as was expect from a four star hotel. The wait staff was equally great as well and if it had been any other time, the boys all would have each flirted with the waiter as he was very cute with dark wavy hair and smoldering dark eyes. His work pants looked as if they were panted on and his work shirt showed that he worked hard on his pecks. The boys and Terry ate in silence though and left him a forty dollar tip.

            Max arrived at the castle, appearing just off of the entry hall beside the main suit of Sir Clanks-a-lot armor and a bookcase. He noticed that the entry hall was lit by the teleport ring on the floor. Its ornate design pulsed red, green and blue, showing that it indeed had a problem. The crystal control dais was also pulsing but one color behind the ring. The stone walls of the castle were almost eerie with the glow from the teleport ring and crystal dais.

            Max shook his head and sighed sadly as he walked slowly toward the dais. He knew that there would be one hell of a mess to clean up. Max waved his left hand over the dais from right to left, the ornate teleportation ring faded back to normal. He then waved his right hand over the dais and it return to its normal pale crystal color, except for the lit control panel.

            Max pressed several of the arcane symbols on the control panel. A crystal cloud appeared in the air just in front of the dais becoming smooth and forming a floating see through monitor. It revealed a data stream of arcane symbols that were perfectly understood by Max. He shook his head sadly and tapped a few more symbols on the control panel.

            The transport ring began to glow green on the outer edge and then suddenly there was a flash of white light. When the light faded the ring was surrounded by charred and bloody Loup Garoux, hybrid and human looking body parts. Some of the body parts began to ooze blood and other fluids.    

            The smell of the carnage began to get to Max; He closed his eyes to attempt to stop his stomach from coming. Max focused for a second and then waved his hand blindly in the direction of the transport ring, almost immediately the smell began to fade.

Max opened his eyes to find that his spell had successfully cleared the mess.

            Max returned to scanning the monitor floating in front of him and tapped a few more symbols on the dais. This time when the transport ring began to glow it was the inner ring that began to glow green and again there was flash of white light. Max again was faced with the gore of charred body parts, but this time he also found full bodies that were charred and a the form of a boy who looked as if he was near death. A partially charred body was lying across the boy's body.

            Max repeated the spell to clear away the extra bodies. He left the body that covered the boy's body. Max checked the body and made sure that he was dead, he clapped his hands and the corpse disappeared with a crack. Max then checked the boy for a pulse finding a very weak one.

            Max used his limited understanding of first-aid spells and regular first-aid to stabilize the boy and levitated his body. He then had it follow him into down the archway hallway into the twenty foot high thirty foot square great room. The room walls were rough rock and timber wood construction with several sofas, love seats, chairs and settees. A stereo and a 56" flat screen TV were against one wall. Another was suit of Sir Clanks-a-lot armor stood against the opposite wall. Max gently lowered the boy onto the largest of the sofas and then turned to the wall of pictures.

            Max walked toward the picture of a set of stairs and then into it. The next moment he stepped out of its twin in his cluttered office. Max walked to his even more cluttered desk and sat down in his black high back executive office chair. He then pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Max focused his mind and attempted to calm himself down without having to take a flight. Max shook his head finally and reached for the phone. The phone was the `Nearly Norm' office model which looked like the standard `Norm' phone except for the additional three buttons at the bottom which were @, ~ and &.

            Max dialed five digits and then held down the @ and &. He waited until he heard a tone and then spoke. "It is safe to return, we have a new boy. He is unconscious and very hurt, he needs lots of help." Max then released the buttons and hung up the phone. He then walked to the office door and opened it.

            Outside the office was the private living room that linked Max and Terry's offices and their bedroom. The room was decorated in French provincial furniture and fine art. There were bookcases with ancient books on each wall, but Max's focus was the empty antique brass bird stand in the far corner near the open window. He walked to the stand and began to stroke its smooth surface with finger tips.

            "The family won't be back for at least half an hour so..." Max thought to himself as he stroked the bird stand. He took a deep breath and then closed his eyes. Max's body began to shrink and reform, within moments he became a white and red falcon. He sat on the stand for a moment and preened his feathers, flapped his wings, looked out the window and then flew gracefully out the window and into the sky. Max loved to exercise his wings, to feel the wind in his feathers, to glide the zephyrs.

Meanwhile... 

            The warm bath water felt so good to Timmy, he leaned back so that his tiny back touched the sauna bath tub's surface. He enjoyed the feeling of being able to lay back and just soak. Timmy had not had a bath in several weeks, so the dirt began to make a film of muck around the edge of the tub. He drained the tub and refilled it with even hotter water. Timmy's tiny muscles relaxed in the hotter water, his dirt darkened skin slowly began to pale to its true sickly color, except for the single mark on Timmy's left butt cheek in the shape of a small flame. Its color was very pale and muted in colors to the point that it was not noticeable most of the time.

            John walked into the bathroom without knocking on the door and smiled looking down on the prone Timmy. His eyes did not show the smile, but a hunger was there instead. John noted that the boy was paler than he expected, that would cut into the expected price, but not too bad for the party price he expected the participants to pay to use the boy, he would just have to increase the number of `invitations' sent out. John walked slowly toward Timmy but stopped when Timmy flinched at his approach.

            Timmy tried not to respond to John's approach but he did anyway. He flinched but at the same time he felt the need to protect himself. The water around him immediately began to rise in temperature, until it was actually above the boiling point. Timmy did not notice the water change temperature at all. John noticed but was not sure what to think as Timmy was doing fine in the water.

When Timmy finally was out of the bath tub and dressed in an oversized body towel, John led him into his expensively appointed dinning room and showed him to a chair at the dining room table. Timmy was scared to see what was next in his new life, but hunger for real food overrode his natural and understandable fear.

John went to the refrigerator and began removing left overs from yesterday's dinner, Roasted chicken breast and mixed vegetables. He then removed a half gallon of milk as well; he retrieved a glass from a nearby cabinet and poured the milk into it. John the placed the leftovers in the microwave and turned it on. He realized that the boy would require at least a week to feed up and prepare for the party.     

            Timmy ate the meal and drank the milk without a word. He took the time to look around the room and found everything in the room interesting. If Timmy had been older he would have noticed that the room was obviously filled with rented furniture and did not have any personal items that were John's.       

Meanwhile... 

            Max returned from his flight entering his office gracefully and landed on the bird stand. He had just completed the transformation back to his human form when the gong that announced an incoming teleportation went off. Max snapped his fingers and instantly appeared in the entry hall as the teleportation ring came to life with a bright blue flash.

            Jaydon was dressed in Lavender shoes, dress and pillbox hat, he stood with his arms crossed and was staring daggers at Chris and Tyler. Chris and Tyler were holding on to each other laughing at Jaydon. Terry was standing behind them shaking his head. Max immediately knew what the cause of the uproar was about, apparently Jaydon's "Ms. Clair's Wonder Widget" must have malfunctioned again, dressing him with a woman's hat.

            "I see it is time for a Wonder Widget upgrade," Max said in a very matter of fact tone, hiding his amusement extremely well from everyone except Terry. He then snapped his fingers and Jaydon's clothes were replaced by a shirt, pants and baseball cap all in the same Lavender color.

            Max then looked at each of them in a way that they immediately knew it was time for silence. "The teleporter stopped an emergency teleport of a boy who apparently was being attacked by large group of Loup Garoux." He began to explain. "They are all dead and the boy is resting in the family room." Max then turned toward Terry "I need you to check my work on the boy and see if we need to take him to WWWM medical center."

            "I want to help," demanded Jaydon.

            "Fine, you are now nurse, Jaydon," Terry responded with a slight smile.

Terry then turned to Max and handed him two black fanny packs. "Please unpack for us." He smiled and then said, "I bought you a gift before we came back; it is in the left zipper compartment, all the way at the bottom.

Max put the bags on a nearby table and began to unzip the fanny pack that belonged to Terry and thrust his hand into the bag. He smiled when Terry shook his head. Max then pushed further into the bag, all the way up to his elbow. He looked surprised at shape and feel of what was in the bag. Max immediately began pulling his arm out of the bag.

The opening of the bag magically expanded as Max began to pull out an ornate brass bird cage from the cavernous space hidden in the bag. Max looked at Terry suspiciously as he continued to pull out the birdcage until all of its 4 feet tall form was complete.

"You always said you wanted more toys for your office." Terry said innocently, but his eyes gleamed with mischievousness.

Jaydon tired of watching the adults with their gift giving and slipped silently out of the room and walked down the castle's inner hall into the family room. He paused at the archway of the family room and looked into the room shyly until he found the prone body of Jarrod. Jaydon was overcome with sadness and compassion as he walked slowly toward Jarrod's body on the Elizabethan style sofa.

Jarrod was awake but kept his eyes closed as the strange boy that was Jaydon approached him quietly. He was not sure if the boy was a treat or not. Jarrod was not sure where he was or even how he came to be here, but he realized that he was not being chased and was not dead. That was always a plus in his mind.

Jaydon was mesmerized by the handsome face that was in front of him, but he felt most likely the new boy would not want him that way so he set his mind to just be friends. Jaydon had been hurt before and was not going to allow that to happen again. It was always better to have good friends anyways.

Terry walked into the room and smiled at the scene in front of him. He knew that many things were changing this year and not all of them were for the best. Terry became aware of Jarrod's trick the moment he entered the room fully. He shook his head and planned to make it easier on the boy.

"Jay, please go get Handy's Handbook on Magical Maladies out of the library for me," Terry asked.

Jaydon obeyed and quickly left the room and headed down the side hall toward the library. He really did not like the idea of being sent on an errand that both he and Terry knew was only to get him out of the room, but he would never argue with his adopted father.

"Hello, my name is Terry and that was Jaydon," Terry said softly. "I know you are awake, you are safe here," he revealed.

Jarrod opened his eyes and looked around quickly. He was not sure where he was but he was sure that he was not in Montana any more. Jarrod was not sure if he should be scared or not.

"You are in the Kendra School of Magic; I am one of the Headmasters of the school." Terry explained. "You are safe here. No one can enter unless we give them permission."

"I am Jarrod" Jarrod said softly.

"You are a Loup Garoux," Max said entering the room. "I am Max, I am the other Headmaster and the one who found you," he explained. "We need to talk."

Editor's Comments: Very good chapter which sets the stage for lots to come.