THIRTY-EIGHT

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"I spoke to the archwizards as friendly as I could and since there was no Brian anywhere to destroy everything, it was fairly easy to get them on my side, " I concluded the recap of the war to Mom.

I decided to leave out the bit about me killing Brian with a Death spell though, I didn't know how she will react to it and frankly speaking, I still don't know how to react to it either. Oliver and I had agreed that we wouldn't tell anyone about it because it's no secret that an archwizard wielding the Power of the ancients and also the forbidden Death spell power is an open invitation to war and believe me when I say I've had enough of wars.

"I'm so proud of you, Troy," she said as she leaned in to give me a big hug, completely oblivious to the fact that my smile is fake and that there's a worry crease on my forehead- Why does keeping secrets never get easier?

I was still contemplating about maybe just taking the risk and telling her anyway- She does have a right to know everything about her dear son, doesn't she?- when Oliver, my father and now my co-secret keeper, came into the garden where Mom and I was having a glass of lemonade and playing catch up.

"Do you mind if I steal your Mom for a second, Troy?" he asked.

"Not at all, Ollie," I replied as I stood up to give him my seat, "I was leaving anyway."

I gave Mom a quick kiss and began to walk into the house. I was almost at the door when I heard a very loud girly giggle from behind. I turned to see that it was Mom and I have to say it was pretty cool to see her laugh, I've never heard her giggle before. I looked at them for a second longer and noticed that there was some sort of euphoria hanging in the air between them, making me begin to wonder how 'close' they really intend to be.

Oliver had told me that he was going to offer her a job as some sort of normal consultant on magical issues and I can bet my life that she won't refuse. Looking at the both of them now though, I couldn't help but think that there's more to the motive than just keeping the magical peace- Well, we'll have to wait and see, now won't we?

I sprinted away as fast as I could when the both of them were about to look at my side only to bump right into Denise. She was carrying a big traveling bag which she almost dropped if not that I quickly casted a levitation spell on it.

"Not planning to leave without saying goodbye, are we?" I said to her as I eyed the bag with an exaggerated 'Caught you red-handed' look.

"Wouldn't dream of it, " she replied, put her hands over heart and to the sky in an 'I swear it' gesture.

I offered to help her carry her bag and although she refused at first, she did eventually relinquish it when it became clear that I wasn't backing down either.

"You don't have to but thanks anyway," she said as we began to move towards the exit, "And so you know, I would have loved to escort you to the Council when you face them but summer's about to end and I haven't even gotten anywhere near starting to prepare for school."

"No need to worry," I replied her, smiling reassuringly, "Victor's taking care of it and believe me when I say he's pretty efficient."

"So, is it true that your father and David is going to be opening a school that will be solely for helping the archwizards master their light and dark emotions?" she asked, "I thought those two can't stand the sight of each other."

"They still don't love each other any more now either," I replied, "However, there is a common goal between them and that is preventing another massacre. By the way, since we're talking about schools, grandpa Blake got in touch with a Ms. Pompfrey who happened to own a school for Dragon lords like yourself and she said it would be her pleasure to train the first normal Dragon lady next summer, if you're interested that is".

"Are you kidding me? I would love that very much!" she squealed as she hugged me so tight I think all the air escaped from my lungs, "Although I do have to ask Aunt Nathalie's permission first, but I'm quite sure she's going to agree."

Nathalie Firewalt, I thought to myself, Francesca's younger sister and new head of Firewalt. I heard she's as fierce as fire itself but also very cool and seeing the way Denise talked about her, I don't doubt it.

We had already gotten outside by now and Denise was about to get into the car when we suddenly heard someone say, "Isn't it kinda rude to leave without saying goodbye?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" asked Denise, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly as she turned to face a smiling Stan.

He suddenly came to hug her to, causing her to respond with a confused expression on her face.

"I thought you don't do handshakes," she said, still confused.

"I don't do handshakes," he replied, "But I definitely do hugs."

She was about to go when he called her again.

"How about I come visit you sometime and you take me up on that computer lesson I so badly need?" he asked.

"Looking forward to it," she replied, this time blowing him a kiss.

We both stood there, watching her car drive off when it suddenly hit me. "You like her very much, don't you?" I asked.

He shot me a look as if he was going to devour me at any second and growled "Troy" in a threatening voice.

"Stan Sanders, my beloved half-brother," I cut in in a calm voice before he could say anything else and placed my hands affectionately on his shoulders, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

I left him standing there and watching me like I was some enigma as I returned to the Manor, I still have a lot to think about. I know that I can't just tell someone that I mastered the Death spell but if there's something this whole experience had taught me, it's that no secret gets kept forever. One day, somehow, someone will get to know my secret and that will result in a lot of events that I can guess would be far from pleasant. There's also the possibility of we the archwizards succumbing once again to our insanities. Of course, David and Oliver are doing everything within their power to prevent that from happening, even rebuilding the device in order to be able to locate all the Carriers in the world but we all know that planning is not the same as succeeding.

Anyway, no need to worry about it yet. For now, I'll enjoy being sane, being an archwizard, wielder of the Power of the ancients, last 'known' Scythe alive but most importantly, being Troy Alexander Sanders.

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