Free Soul of the Sorcerer - Part Three: Daughter of the Dragon by T R Brown

result of magical battles. It reminded Horace that each of these was a Wizard or “Wielder” as they called it this side of the sea. This made his uncomfortable Itch, as he called it, itch like crazy and he wondered if the thingy’s back home in Kalana might have been a better option!
    The Bremethren sat in the order of male, female, male, female, with the youngest towards the outside and the eldest two in the middle.
    The eldest woman, who Horace guessed was in her late sixties, smiled at him patiently, wrinkles deepening around her eyes and mouth as she did so.
    “Horace Burnaby, you have returned our missing sons to us, the two are now again four. For this you will be eternally recognised as a friend of the Bremethren, so you will take your reward with gratitude!”
    “And with no more argument!” The old man sitting next to her, who had not a hair on his head, said less patiently with a glare at Horace. Itch.
    “You are most gracious Senator Cathiana, I will take your rewards with gratitude and make my way to my camp on the beach. Would it be possible to say goodbye to Airon and Ziron before I depart?”
    Horace noticed a flicker of irritation cross many of the faces. Itch.
    Senator Cathiana, placed a hand on her male counterpart, before he could snap the words that Horace could see building.
    “It is not an unreasonable request, Jakarn...Horace Burnaby I am afraid that they are currently undertaking training with their brothers. But if it pleases you, when your ship is finally rebuilt please send us word and I will personally escort them to the beach to bid you a final farewell.”
    “Thank you Senator, that would be more than kind.” Horace said with a very gracious smile, “With my twelve new crewmates here I’m hoping to pick up the pace of repairs. But I still fear it could be over a month before we are ready to go.”
    With that the little man bowed deeply to the senate and turned towards the exit, “Come on you lot!” he said towards the slaves; who immediately ran after their new master heads bowed in respect. Horace Burnaby sighed and wished he could scratch that damn itch!
     
     
    The murmur of voices in quiet conversation from the surrounding audience, pulled the albino mage Ziron, back from the brink of tears.  He blinked away the blurriness and lifted his head to stare angrily at his brother Airon. Behind his brother the backdrop was an auditorium with stepped seating filled with an audience; the senate of the Bremethren, minus the elders, some five hundred plus powerful magic wielders.
    “Ziron, embarrass us in front of our new family again and it will be much worse!”
    His brother, Ziron’s mirror image in every way, except the magic they used, looked at him with anger, but Ziron knew that behind it Airon was as terrified as he was of upsetting the Bremethren.
    “I’m sorry Airon, but it is difficult to undo all those years of training!”
    “I know.” Airon said with at least a touch of kindness.
    The two brothers turned to face their absolute replicas, the other two brothers they had been separated from at birth; cruelly snatched as it had turned out by a rival family.
    “Caikan, Kankai, please forgive us. The way you open your soul portals or Wielder Fonts as you call them is incredibly alien to us!” Airon said to his brothers.
    “As is the way you easterners cast spells!” Caikan replied, a hint of temper in the Fire Wielders voice.
    “Brother, calm yourself.” Kankai said with an arm patting Caikan on the shoulder, Ziron felt that this brother was as solid as the Earth he wielded.
    “This is difficult for us all; we four are rare and a huge threat to any who would stand against Mother and father as lead senators” he concluded.
    “Yes let’s try again. Please forgive my temper” Caikan added.
    Ziron opened his portal, almost saying silently in his mind the command words Aquastream, Aquafast; but he no longer needed these words to open the Wielder Font to its full size.