The Writers' Circle

Chapter Two: The Spell.
    Ember wheeled his bike around the corner, his wheels skidding out. He had just stolen a book, and a valuable book at that. It was currently hidden in the shopping bag, and Ember had remembered to cook up a story: Arthur had given the book as a condolence gift for his deceased uncle Vero. Ember was wondering whether he would get caught, and if so, how? Would he be asked to thank Arthur, or to go to " Booked", and then thank him personally? He shivered at the thought of Arthur's fearfully angry look. It was bad enough that he left an apology note in place of the book. Now he just had to hope to God that his luck would last. The only consoler he thought of, was that his parents and Arthur would think that he was just struggling with his Uncle's death. That was the only thing that helped.

    Ember rolled his eyes in frustration, for Ember saw the reason he was nervous beyond human restraint: Arthur's car was parked in the driveway;  and Arthur didn't look good. As Ember pedaled for a closer look, he realized that he had been hurt! Blood, red and thick, poured and seeped from various places on his neck and body, and he had a long, deep scar across his chest and torso. He was unconscious, and Ember was scared to the point of near insanity. His heart and head began to beat and throb jarringly, since he realized that this was his fault. If only he had ignored the book. None of this would've happened had he just done what his mother told him. Unless...

    "Arthur, are you ok? Mom, what's going on, what happened? Why is he dying?" May came out, distressed and teary. She was holding a note, and she gave it to Ember. As he read, his eyes, now wider than a hoot owl's, were turning redder. His irses were reddening, and he was dizzy. He walked inside, and sat down on the stairs. The note read:
"Ember, you are in danger, Read the book, it will help you. Don't worry about thievery, it's yours to begin with. There's something you need to know: I am not Arthur, I am your real father. My real name is Nero. Vero and I were twins. Get the book and perfom Spell 13. This will help me, and will give you The Gift you should have gotten long ago. Now, go!.Hurry. Save me!"

    Ember opened the book, and found Spell 13: Healing and Gifting for Beginners.
HERE BE THE SPELL FOR HEALINGE: PLACE YOUR POWERED HAND ON THE BODY, CLEARE YOUR MINDE, AND SAY:
INTEGRO HAEC CORPORE, ABICIO IS EX PER VULNUS. REPEAT FOR ALL WOUNDS, AND THEY WILL HEAL. TO GIFTE, PLACE YOUR HAND ON YOUR CHEST, COUNT THE LATIN TO YOUR AGE, AND SAY:

MEA DONACIO RECIPERE HOC PARATUS SUM. AND YOU WILL RECEIVE YOUR GIFTE OF THE ELEMENTE.

    Ember was astounded that the book wasn't entirely latin. He placed his right hand on his chest, as if pledging alliegance, and said "mea donacio recipere hoc paratus sum." Almost instantly, Ember changed: His hair grew longer, and redder. He grew six inches in sixty seconds. His right hand and arm grew a symbol of fire, tracing along his hand and arm and up to his chest. He was in pain, but it didn't hurt. He was feeling happiness growing inside him like a lion. Then, just as soon as it had came, it was gone, and Ember Tell, was normal no more.

He knew what was happening, and he had to act fast. With incredible speed, Ember ran outside and up to Arthur's marred body. Ember placed his hand on arthrur's chest, and recited the spell. Instantly, his scar receeded, and sealed itself closed. His cuts and scrapes dissapeared, and his blood fell back into his body. Arthur was new again. Ember removed his hand, and gasped, exhausted from the intense efforts of Healing. He helped arthur up, and then hugged him. He was happy to be united with his real father. With questions flying into his mind like a swarm of  mousquitoes to a sunburned person, Arthur and Ember walked inside, and gathered May into a deeply longed hug.