Lioh Connor and the Lost Wizard Part Four

4 I am a Star Wizard

After Uncle Julian left, the man turned to me. “So,” He smiled, “You are Lioh Connor.”

“How the heck do you know my name?” I asked.

“The thing is, Lioh Connor,” Ferdinand put a hand on my shoulder, “everyone does.”

Okay, that seriously creeped me out.

“So what do I do here?” I said, flipping on my baseball cap. “Do I just do push-ups ‘till I break out in sweat…or what?”

Ferdinand smiled. “You are special, Lioh.”

“Because I can flip on a baseball cap?” I smiled. “Yeah, it took some time to master.”

He looked offended. “No, not that. You are special for a different reason. You’re a Star Wizard.”

“A.k.a a human.”

“A star wizard.”

“Okay then,” I said, pretending to believe him, but doing a pretty lame job, “what is a star wizard, huh?”

“Every new wizard needs this,” Ferdinand smiled. God, he does smile big when he smiles. It practically reaches across his face, the good old grin.

He looks past me, to another woman wearing the same park-ranger uniform, with another badge that read My name is Rachelle, and I’m a Camp assistant leader, 15 years’ experience and looked pretty young to be working for fifteen years. She had a lean body, white-blonde hair, and looked like one of those beach teens from the movie Teen Beach.

“Rachelle,” Ferdinand called.

“Yeah?” Rachelle replied, slapping on her Camp Uniform’s hat. She was currently occupied by a Gossip Weekly Magazine, flipping gingerly through the pages. She was only lightly skimming the paragraphs, though, because she was flipping pages a bit too fast.

“We need to go to camp.”

Rachelle looked around for a bit, out the window to make sure nobody else was coming in the office, and then nodded. “So you’ve gotten a wizard, so we show him the camp.”

Can I admit right now I have no idea what they’re talking about?

Rachelle headed to the right of the room, towards the little broom closet. She then took out a little key and pushed it into the lock of the broom closet, and turned the key.

“Lioh,” Ferdinand said, “your mother and father died a while ago.”

“What do you do, stalk me?”

“And they didn’t die like you think. It was a suicide.”

“How?” I asked. I was concerned. My mother and father died because of some car accident, when they were both going to their workplaces, and I was left at home alone, and was told to be extra careful. They had no choice but to leave me alone, and I forgive them. I was sleeping in my bed the whole time anyway. Then the police came to the door and told me they were dead and I was like, “It isn’t April Fools’ day.”

“I’ll tell you,” Ferdinand nodded, and then got up from his chair, and pushed the chair in under the desk in a swift motion. He nodded toward me, a sign that clearly meant he wanted me to follow him, so I got up from my chair and pushed it in.

Rachelle moved aside, keys in her hands, and then Ferdinand slowly opened the door.

At first I was so amazed, like “WOAH,” and all that, just seeing it. Beyond the door weren’t stupid old brooms with handles that were about to peel off, or boxes filled with camp soccer balls and dumbbells for exercise or fitness, but something almost unimaginable. There was a vast, beautifully green valley that was speckled with summer-blooming flowers and skies that looked like from a painting; blue, clear, and endless with puffy clouds.

In the middle of all this, there were two big columns that seem to go on forever. A big stone sign hung in midair in the middle of the columns, reading:

CAMP

MAGIC

“Step in, Lioh. Into your home.”

“Whoa,” I said, still pretty much amazed by the wonderful scenery and rich color of it all.

So I stepped beyond the door. The air in this place is fresh, and I mean fresh. It makes you feel refreshed, like you never want to leave, and it makes you lungs sort of doze, or kind of feel like a big weight was lifted off of them.

“Fresh air, huh, buddy?” Ferdinand laughed. “Those humans have been polluting the Earth’s air for centuries, just for their own well-being. They never smell the real air, like this one. This might be the only place on Earth with that fresh, ancient air of the far-back times. Makes you think Earth really is magic.”

And he was right.

We walked forward, toward the columns.

“Welcome to your home, Camp Magic.”

“Like Hogwarts?” I asked.

He didn’t respond.

“Lioh, have you heard of Zodiacs? The star signs?”

“Um, yeah. Aren’t they those signs that tell you-’’

“Yeah, those. Well, now think of wizards. Wizards are, of course, magical humans with additional powers. There are many types of wizards. There are Cooking Wizards, Fighting Wizards, even Fashion Wizards, if I must add. There are also wizards that are very powerful indeed, because they have one of the five elements. Like a Sea Wizard. Oh, Imagine a wizard that has the power to control those vast blue waters. And Fire Wizards. The sun is made of some Fire, Imagine a Wizard with the power of that sun. And the most powerful Wizard ever alive: The Wizard of Life. The Wizard of life can control everything, from the tiniest plants to the biggest oak trees. Isn’t that fairly amazing?”

“Um, yeah. I suppose,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, that wizard is the master of this camp.”

“So...you say I’m a star wizard. Does that mean I control stars?” I asked.

“Come along,” He smiled. He led me past the columns.

Past the columns there was an amazing sight: Dozens of people (or Wizards) Were training. Three Fighting Wizards, as I had predicted, were battling dummies with swords. The Dummies seemed to live, though, because they were certainly not standing still like Dummies should…

“That’s Jace, Tay, and Indi. The Fighting types. They can fight to their core, the best thing, they never lose,” Ferdinand said, “They win a lot of matches.”

We passed the fighting wizards. Indi,  a girl that looked almost dangerous with all that armor, glared at me as we walked by. I had never met her before,but I could already predict she hates newcomers more than George Washington hated to lie.

Next thing I saw were two wizards, that looked like twins, each cuddling up with a dangerous looking-python, letting the snake happily weave it’s body around their arms.The girl twin petted the python, while the boy twin happily cleaned the python’s fangs, which were covered with animal blood.

“Ariel and Avry, the animal-types. I remember them nursing a wild bear back to health last time-but possessing the gifts of all the animals ever alive, they are each very important people. Do you understand that?” Ferdinand said.

“Yeah,” I said, “I do.”

There were three girls reading on a bench.

“Lil, Lily, and Lila. They’re the reading-types, that means they can also understand any language when they read,” Ferdinand said.

I nodded.

Ferdinand happily smiled, “Now it’s time to meet your team.”