The Phone Call

Blake awoke to his name being called repeatedly. His eyes fluttered open, and when his vision settled, he saw a boy with brownish-blond curly hair and green eyes. Blake jumped, and the boy put his hand on his shoulder. “Blake, relax, it’s me! Merlock!”

“What happened to your hair?” asked Blake.

“I washed the dye out,” said Merlock. Blake vividly remembered Silena from his dream. “What’d you do to your room?” Blake looked around at the bookshelf and the bed and all of his stuff on the ceiling.

“We’ll talk about that later. Uh, Merlock?” he said. “Do you happen to know anyone by the name of Silena?”

Merlock paused. “I… she was my sister.”


“She… Lucien kidnapped her years ago, but she escaped… I don’t know where she went.”

“Was she a Magus?” asked Blake.

“A wiccan,” he said. “They have violet eyes.”

Blake remembered how she had green eyes in his dream. “Was she born with violet eyes?”

“Yes,” said Merlock. “But she got contacts so that she could see, and they were green.” The door flew open at that moment, and Steph stepped through the door with Spencer. Steph’s dark hair swept behind her as she walked briskly over to Blake’s bedside, Spencer joining her. His dirty blond hair was curled up at the navel of his neck. He looked at Blake, worry showing in his shining blue eyes. Steph looked at him.

“What’s wrong guys?” asked Blake.

“I saw something,” said Steph.

“What?” Merlock asked. Spencer sighed heavily, and walked out of the room.

“I saw you on an airplane. You were leaving, and your phone said that it was the day after the March Break, which is next week. You were going to Connecticut,” she said. “And I doubt I’m wrong.” She walked back out of the room.

Blake exhaled noisily, and got out of his bed. He walked outside with Merlock close on his heels. When they got out of the room, Blake ran down the stairs. When Spencer saw him, he got up and started walking. Blake ran to him and grabbed his arm. Spencer jerked himself away.

“What is your problem?!” he asked.

“My problem is that you never told us! Did you even intend to?”

“Of course!”


“When I felt that you could handle it without being upset or childish about it! When I expected you to understand and be a good friend about it!” Blake said. “When I expected you not to be hurt as much.”

Spencer looked at him, lost for words. Steph arrived, and then started to leave. “Steph!”

“What?” she spun on her heels quickly. “What do you want, Blake?”

“I want to talk,” he said.

“Well I don’t.”

“Can you just listen to my condolences for once?! How am I supposed to explain myself if you just keep turning me away?” he asked. Steph walked over, her vision slightly blurred from tears.

“I don’t know, Blake. I honestly can’t tell you that,” her voice was shaky. Blake reached out and hugged her, rubbing her back in gentle circles. When he pulled away, Spencer had the slightest smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” Blake said genuinely. He didn’t use his wizard persuasion. Merlock sat on the couch, looking at them. “My aunt wanted me to be closer to Yale. But I—I don’t want to leave you guys.”

No one spoke, and Blake’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and answered it. “Hello?”

“Is this Blake Mauley?” a man’s voice asked.

“Yes it is, why?”

“My name is Zane Morningstar. I am a warlock, and I need your help.”

The End

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