Guardian in Magic is a fantasy novel located in a world very similar to the one we live in. It is telling the story of 16 year old Lucas Trent, an IT student living in Luton, England. His fascination for the supernatural leads him to take a glimpse at the world from an angle only few others look at. An angle that teaches him the true meaning of friendship, loyalty and trust in ways he had never experienced before. Journeying through a secret community, that is hidden in plain sight, he suddenly finds himself forced to living two lives at once, keeping his true identity even from his closest family. In a struggle to handle this situation he gets pulled deeper and deeper into a swamp of conspiracies and coincidences surrounding a young girl and the very truth about magic in the real world . . .

Lucas Trent

Guardian in Magic, Second Edition By Richard Blunt

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Copyright © 2012 Richard Blunt
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ISBN: 978-1-4685-4971-3

Contents

Prequel..................................................viiChapter 1: The Founding of Circles.......................1Chapter 2: Names.........................................17Chapter 3: Coincidences..................................37Chapter 4: One small step................................57Chapter 5: A girl in trouble.............................71Chapter 6: Drawbacks & Mysteries.........................84Chapter 7: The planning of a crusade.....................103Chapter 8: Locating a villain............................117Chapter 9: Unknown territory.............................132Chapter 10: Uneasy Moments...............................145Chapter 11: Friendship...................................160Chapter 12: Revelations..................................174Chapter 13: Diversions...................................188Chapter 14: Preparations.................................204Chapter 15: Showdown.....................................219Chapter 16: Evidence.....................................233

Chapter One

The Founding of Circles

About one year earlier ...

"Lucas honey, hurry, you will be late for school!" a voice yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah Mom, I'm almost there," Lucas responded without taking his head out of the drawer he was searching through.

The room looked messy, a bed in one corner that had definitely not been made in a long time, a desk in another that was packed with books and booklets to an extent that it was hard to recognize the wooden frame below it, two computer screens in the middle with only the space for keyboard and mouse looking a little bit cleaned up. Aside from the bed and the desk, only two big closets were standing in the room. One was filled with clothes, the other was full of books and loads of indefinable stuff that seemed to be lying around without any order. This particular closet stood open, a drawer pulled out to its full extent, and Lucas was leaning over that drawer, throwing things out of it, searching for something.

He was a handsome young man, 16 years old, 185 cm, slim, looking quite nice with his short, dark blonde hair and his blue-grey eyes. As one could tell from his room, he was sort of a geek. Lucas was the kind of guy who was nearly always alone-no friends around, no girlfriend, no one to really stick to. Some would think this was the kind of social problem like you see with many teenagers these days, but Lucas was a bit different. He really was a geek, one of the best with the things he did. Unfortunately he seemed to be the only one who didn't see this, thinking of himself as just an average student, leading to the fact that he was most of the time mystified why everyone else around him seemed so extremely incompetent. This, in combination with a lack of tact, meant that he easily got angry with people for not understanding the simplest things. Other than that he really was a nice guy-always trying to help, not the kind of guy that would leave anyone alone in a time of need, no matter the cost he would have to face personally.

"Finally ..." he mumbled as he drew out a sheet of paper. "TimeStop bar, Friday, 6 p.m." the paper said, followed by the address of the place. Lucas hurriedly pocketed the paper, grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs. Dressed in blue jeans and a red sweater, he ran by his mother, jumping into his jogging shoes and continuing outside on his hasty way to school.

Lucas liked school very much and normally was never late, but today was different. He was deeply interested in two things, and two things only: Computers on the one hand and the supernatural, magic you could call it, on the other. As most of the people around him would have flagged him as a lunatic for being that much into the esoteric, he always kept this to himself as much as he could, therefore spending most of his time with computers. And that's exactly why he liked school so much, because he went to a school that was entirely about computers.

But today was different ... A week ago Lucas was surfing the net looking for magical theories and phenomenon when he stumbled over a forum website where someone had announced a get-together of interested people only a few miles down the road from Lucas' home. It was perhaps the most exciting discovery Lucas ever made in this sector. Now he would finally find some others that were into magical things; he would at last have someone to talk to and have a chance to be together with others without having to worry about being seen as a lunatic. And today was the big day ... Friday ... at 6 p.m. the group would meet. He was so excited that he had a really hard time following the lessons. Everything was about this very evening; his brain had no capacity left for anything else but that event.

"Trent, are you listening?" an old teacher asked him. It was 2 p.m. already. The topic of the lesson was sorting tree structures, a topic Lucas normally would have embraced, but today he didn't have the slightest clue what was going on.

"I'm sorry, Professor Tatarski, what did you say?" he responded in a voice like someone who had just been awakened from a deep sleep.

"You seem to be a bit beside yourself today, Mr. Trent," the teacher replied with a hint of laughter in his voice. Lucas' face turned slightly red as he nodded silently. "Don't worry," the professor continued, patting him on the back, "even you can't have a perfect day every day."

Then he turned around to some other guys who were chatting a few rows behind Lucas and continued in a much angrier voice: "But not everyone in this room can afford to let their minds slip ... Or can you explain the difference between a Quad-Tree and an Oct-Tree to us, Mr. Tait?"

The chatting stopped. The called student looked down to the ground, saying nothing at all.

"Or you Mr. High?" the professor continued in his angry voice, facing Tait`s neighbor. "No? What a pity ... I am quite sure that Mr. Trent could give us the answer even though he was not listening, isn't that right, Mr. Trent?"

Lucas' thoughts were far away again already, but even in that state of mind the question posed no real challenge for him. He nodded silently and starting babbling the answer without even thinking about it.

"You see?" the professor raised his voice again. "Take an example from him." Then again lowered his voice to a calm friendly tone as he talked to Lucas. "Trent, is this your last lesson for today?"

Lucas nodded silently, a little fright surfacing as he thought of detention afterwards for not listening, but the professor had other things in mind.

"Then get the hell out of here and get some sleep," he said.

Lucas looked up with a questioning look on his face.

"Now, Mr. Trent, before I change my mind," the teacher repeated with a little impatience in his voice.

Lucas quickly grabbed his gear and ran out of the classroom. His mood started to get better the farther away he got from school. Now he had some time left to grab a bite to eat, finish his homework along the way and get moving to the TimeStop bar.

It was shortly before 6 p.m. when Lucas entered the TimeStop. The place was divided into five separate rooms, the main one with the bar and four extra rooms for private hire. It didn't need much more than a single look for Lucas to realize why this place was called TimeStop ... All the rooms had the same strange...