Contents

Chapter 1......................................................................... p. 3

Chapter 2........................................................................ p. 11

CHAPTER 1

Once upon a time, there was a mighty wizard in the kingdom of Sethonia. The wizard's name was Mellikat. Mellikat could defeat any other witch or wizard in Sethonia, and no one knew why. Some people said that he was 900 years old, and had a lot of training while he lived and still lives. Other say that it's all luck, luck, luck that the wizard gets. There is also a saying(which other witches and wizards do like not) that it's the wizards and witches that Mellikat battled were weak, just. Thousands of theories there were, but none made sense. Only the Mellikats knew why the wizard was so powerful: Mellikat was the great-great-grandson of Titimet, the first wizard in the kingdom of Sethonia. Mellikat had gotten Titimet's will.

Of Titimet had only spread wizards in Sethonia. Titimet's best wizard subject was Potions. Titimet even created even potions himself. For example: the Transfigurative Potion, the Owl Draught, Potion of Sickness. But so was Mellikat, good at Potions. Everything matched to Mellikat and Titimet, except people weren't that smart in Sethonia. Mellikat had defeated lots of wizards, and so did Titimet. But one day(just like Titimet), a match came for Mellikat. 'Twas his brother, Forgenat Mellikat. Forgenat had always envied his brother, and worked hard to overpower him, or at least get even. So duel did start between the two brothers. Days and days their duel went, spells slashing, potions splashing. The duel did end, but no one won. But the brothers promised for another battle.

And so the dueling came. Again, like before, spells slashing, potions splashing. And no one won again. Five times they dueled, and a draw it lucked. But on their sixth duel, the tired and old Mellikat lost and passed off. So the sinister Forgenat had caught the Mellikats, and pushed them of the edge of their soul. Only then did he find out that the will that Titimet had given Mellikat was the power and wisdom. For that, the punishment Forgenat had given himself was the same as the Mellikats. But survived though, the little Sindra Mellikat, the youngest and smallest of them. In the battle between Forgenat and the Mellikats, Forgenat had noticed her not, for she was so tiny. Now the only hope of the will depended on little Sindra.

Years passed, and Little Sindra grew. When 11 years she was, and when the name Mellikat had gone, and the house of Mellikats had become a big, wooden bush, an old man and an old woman were passing the Mellikat house.

"What a big bush that is!" squeaked Masafa Soonrea.

"I agree, I agree..." wheezed old Garadse Soonrea.

"Let's buy it! We'll need it in our garden!"

"We would, but there is no owner of the bush, dear..."

"I am the owner!" popped up Sindra. "And you cannot claim this, for this is the old and noble house of the Mellikats!"

"Oh dear, Gar, we'd better take this girl to the healing station, she's talking babblish!" Masafa had a sincere look on her face: worried.