The dancing, image-filled brain cells inside Gilbert's head stopped. The visions stopped. Two large masked men, Trunk and Gilbert's friend Orson, stood over him. The red Phoenix feather was back on Trunk's triple-pointed hat. Orson was on his back, looking up at the night sky. A yellow streak followed a white streak, followed by a ghostly black streak. "Judge". Gilbert pointed. Orson raised his head to look up and soon Trunk followed. “Yes, following a novice,” said Orson. "And a rogue wizard," Trunk finished. “Rogue wizard?” » asked Gilbert. “They are happening more frequently these days. A wizard takes and transforms a novice. "Only judges can turn a novice back. If he fails, the novice falls under the complete spell of the wizard," Orson said. “And we can’t help it, or we might.” be tainted as well,” Trunk said. “What about my uncle and my friends? Can you help them? » Gilbert asked from his horizontal position. “What you saw hasn’t happened yet. This is a glimpse of what could happen. The evidence is universally random. No need to worry yet,” Trunk commented. His words struck a chord with Gilbert. Things weren't as true as he had been led to believe. “I guess I have no choice but to believe you,” Gilbert said. His uncertain and gloomy future mocked him. "Come, we must take you beyond the district village to the refuge before it is too late," Trunk ordered. A quick lift and Gilbert was on his feet, Trunk on his right, Orson on his left. They headed towards the mouth of the great Black Mountain ahead of them. Gilbert turned back to the Eternal Tree, as he had named it, to say goodbye. A jet of crystal clear water came out of its trunk and splashed the rock next to it. What's missing... in the middle of a paper... three hairless kittens hissing while shooting purple eyes at passers-by. “Bring your familiar here. Any shape, size or color. Focus your magic through them so the Peomags don't know you're casting spells on them...” His words trailed off as his horseless wagon clattered down the street toward a waving girl, who was shooting at him. her parents while showing the noisy hairless kittens. . Gilbert remembers the movie Bell-Book And Candle in which the witch's familiar was called Piawaket. He loved the name, Piawaket, and always enjoyed watching any movie with magic in it as he grew up. He remembered that his father and mother always took him and his sister to see movies about magic or the occult, even the scary ones: Halloween was the best day to go, anything strange was always was going by that night and the jack-o-lanterns were the most beautiful. mediums. Gilbert sighed. Everything stopped when his sister disappeared.