The Magi

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Elijah Hawk embarks on a quest to find his family's killer when he stumbles upon the hidden world of the Magi. While there, he discovers one of the world's most powerful and most deadly secrets.

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Prologue

Inside a wooded cottage, miles from his home, a young

assassin named Roland approached his master.

This was not the first time Roland had been summoned here, but it was

the only time he was told to come alone.

“You wished to speak with me, sir?” he asked, not daring to

make eye contact.

“Sit, Roland. Have a drink.” Casual, but firm.

Roland sat. He

cautiously reached for a tall crystal chalice poured for him. His master never offered a drink unless there

was important business to attend to. The

drink was an appetizer. A symbolic

gesture. It meant blood would be spilled

tonight.

“Thank you,” Roland said, wiping his mouth on his silver and

black sleeve.

“We found them,” his master said. His voice was so low and rich, it echoed

throughout the room like a prison chamber.

“Ten years we’ve searched, and we’ve finally found them.”

“Are you sure?”

Roland instantly knew this was no menial task. He was about to be given the honor of his

life!

“Certain,” his master answered with rising intensity. “And it’s important you leave tonight. Before they suspect anything.”

“Why else would I summon you ?”

Roland took another drink.

“Even the child?” he whispered.

His master leaned in so close the smell of his foul breath burned

inside Roland’s nose.

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Elijah Hawk mindlessly separated his mashed potatoes into

four even piles on his plate. He twirled

each pile into a creamy whip. Dinner was

the last thing on his mind. Usually, he

was ready for seconds by the time his mother finished setting the table, but at

the moment, it was as appetizing as fish bait.

Elijah picked at it as he listened to his sister, Kyria, talk about her

day.

“I’ve heard Mr. Walker is the hardest of the advanced

teachers, but my friend Wendy says I shouldn’t have any trouble in his class as

long as—”

Elijah chortled. His

sister could sure ramble! Ever since the

schedule for her first year of high school came in the mail, she talked about

it incessantly. The new classes. Books.

Teachers. Even lab partners. Elijah wished he shared Kyria’s enthusiasm, but

the mere thought of starting school made his stomach tie into a constrictor

knot.

“Are you okay?” his mother asked him, dissolving his

thoughts.

“I’m fine, Mom,” he answered, sharper than he meant to.

School started in one week.

A year ago, that would have meant nothing, but this was his last year in

middle school. He needed to make an

impression. So far, he was a

nobody. An outcast. Just a nice kid who liked science class. Elijah dreamed of returning to school with an

extra thick layer of muscle on him. That

would sure change the conversation.

He had worked out all summer. Push-ups.

Sit-ups. Lunches. Squats.

Pull-ups. He even tried

butt-crunches. But despite his efforts,

he remained as skinny as fishing line.

“Do you want me to make you something else?” his mother

asked, noticing his full plate.

“Well that’s a first,” she said. “By the way, your father and I need to talk

with you when he gets home. It will be a

little late, but it’s important.”

Great. Elijah took

his dishes to the sink. He set his phone

on the counter as he washed his plate of mostly uneaten food and then excused

himself. He thought a hot shower and a

few hours listening to music would be the perfect therapy for his mood.

Later that evening, Elijah lounged on his bed with his

headphones blasting away when his sister marched in.

“Move over,” Kyria commanded. She flopped down next to him and held her

chin in her palms. Elijah took out his

headphones.

“What?” he asked, trying to sound annoyed.

“Just want to know what’s got you all twisted,” she said.

Kyria rolled her eyes.

“Well, whatever it is, it’s probably lame. Snap out of your funk! You’re no fun like this.”

“And I suppose my entire purpose in life is to entertain

you?” Elijah retorted.

“If it is, you’re doing a horrible job!” she said.

Kyria was as beautiful as she was feisty. Her dark brown hair was long and straight,

usually tied in a careless ponytail. She

never wore braces, but her teeth were perfectly aligned. She had big green eyes and her skin was

golden tan. Her cheeks were lightly

sprinkled with freckles which stood out more during the Californian

summer. She was tall and thin and had

she not been so consumed with school, she would have had the boys lining up at

the front door to go out with her.

Elijah was also tall, even for thirteen. He had light brown hair—some would call it

blonde—and deep-blue eyes that in the right light would rival the color of the

ocean. His parents had dark hair like

Kyria’s, which made Elijah stand out when they traveled together.

“Okay then, we’ll bargain,” Kyria said. “If you tell me what you’re so upset about,

I’ll tell you what I’ve been writing in my diaries. I know you’re curious.”

“Like I care about all the hot boys with dreamy skin you’ve

got a crush on!” Elijah answered. Kyria

punched him in the arm. “Ow!”

“Serves you right. I

wasn’t going to tell you anyway.” She

stood up to leave.

“Okay,

I’ll tell you,” said Elijah. “Promise

you won’t make fun of me?”

“No,”

said Kyria. She winked at him. “And the deal’s off about the diaries.”

Elijah

snorted. “Whatever. I just—I don’t know. Have you ever felt like you were