This, to the Wizards and Witches, was strange, for this had never been reported to happen to any other Wizard-Elf. Though it was not just Peter’s eyes, for four of his canine teeth had grown into fangs. The top two were at least two inches long; the bottom two were each an inch. There were also small black claws sticking out of the tips of his fingers and thumbs. The claws were each an inch in length.

Peter was still standing in the exact same spot, unmoved.

“Why do this?” asked Jaucal. “Surely you know Delsani, Saren, and Henkot all have your best interests at heart and would never try to hurt you even if they could. So why?”

Peter said nothing. He was confused by everything that had happened. He now looked very scared. He was afraid that he would get into trouble again and perhaps even get shouted at. He looked over at Helen, but she did not look angry. Instead, she, too, looked confused and maybe even a little scared.

Very slowly, Jaucal reached into his pocket for his wand, but Peter had seen it at the side of his eye and swiftly turned his gaze back to the Wizard.

“Wait!” said Jaucal. Peter had moved his hand slightly, and the Wizard did not want to take a chance. Jaucal then took out his wand by the tip between his finger and thumb and dropped it onto the floor. It hit the wooden floor with a clatter. Peter did not remove his stare, and still he stood unmoved. Then his eyes returned to normal, and his fangs retracted to leave what looked like normal teeth, and his claws also retracted back under his skin. However, the Wizard could see faint little slits where the claws once were and could be again if needed.

“You see, he is dangerous just as I said,” said Galfead loudly. “Something should be done to show these things their place. For if we’re not careful in years to come, we may have yet another Dark Lord to fight on top of the two that are threatening our world at the moment.”

“And are you going to be the one to do something?” asked Jaucal. “And if so, what exactly would you do to this child?”

For a moment, Galfead looked both surprised and baffled.

“And you are also forgetting the Second Prophecy,” added Jaucal, “and that to even threaten the King is treason.”

“I don’t accept this thing as my King. I’ll show you what should be done,” said Galfead, “Oh, great Grand Wizard,” he said sarcastically.

“You speak of Wizard-Elves not knowing their places, and yet you yourself are forgetting your own,” said Jaucal calmly.

“I am forgetting nothing, for I’m doing my duty to protect our world from freaks like that,” said Galfead, pointing at Peter.

Peter looked at Helen, for he did not know what else to do.

Helen’s face was red with rage, and to Peter it looked as though she was about to explode. He knew that look, only now it looked as though it were multiplied by a hundred times more. He covered his ears, bracing himself. “He knew that Helen’s lungs were about to be tested to their limits. But before she could open her mouth, Jaucal said, “Helen, now that Peter has calmed, would you please see if Delsani, Saren and Henkot are all right and look in on Dorana, if you wouldn’t mind?”

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Helen did exactly that. She thought if she did not do something to take her mind off the insult, she would explode.

“Please think about what you are saying, Galfead,” said Jaucal. “Do you have any idea what you sound like?”

“I do,” Galfead replied, “and I would’ve said something sooner. However, I knew that you would have demanded some proof. Well. The boy has provided the proof I needed to show you that he is a danger to everyone around him, and he should be –” the Wizard broke off as though he had not thought of what would happen to Peter if he won the argument.

“He should be what?” asked Berlanin angrily joining the debate.

Galfead now looked furious, for he believed that Jaucal should have listened to him with a keen ear. He was, after all, the deputy Grand Wizard.

“I ask you again, Galfead, what would you do to this child?” asked Jaucal.

“DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?” shouted Galfead, enraged that things were not going the way that he thought they should. “Very well.” And the Wizard saw that Peter’s back was turned, for he was helping his mother.

Galfead suddenly and swiftly took his wand in his hand pointed it at Peter and shouted, “THREPOREEN!” Out of his wand shot different streams of blue light.

Helen had seen this, and she grabbed Peter and held him as close as she could as the blue light got close to them. To Galfead’s own surprise and dismay Delsani, was awake. Delsani’s wand was pointing directly at the blue light, and he shouted, “DEFECTA!” Yellow light flew and collided with the blue. The yellow light disappeared, and the blue flew back and hit Galfead in the stomach. He was thrown against the back wall, and like Delsani, he hit the floor with a thump. He lay there clutching his stomach in pain, for no one was in any hurry to see how he was. They were all too concerned with Peter and Helen.

However, Jaucal had seen the look Galfead’s face before; it was the same look that Noesod had on the night that he attacked Helen.

Jaucal went to pick up his wand from the floor when suddenly it jumped into his hand. The old Wizard looked round and saw that it was Peter. He smiled at him. “Thank you,” said the Wizard. “I’m not as young as I use to be.” the Wizard went over to Galfead, and he saw that he was correct, for as he turned him over, he saw that a little stream of purple vapour had began to rise from out of Galfead’s mouth and nose, just as it did with Noesod.

“I must take Galfead back to the infirmary,” Jaucal said to Delsani. “It seems that he has fallen for the same Wizardry as poor Noesod.”

“Then go,” said Delsani. “We shall finish here.”

With that, Jaucal Phazed back to Dorminya with Galfead, and the rest all stayed to help Delsani perform the spells to suppress Peter’s powers. After they did those spells, he also did two more. The first was to change the colour of Peter’s hair, and the other to change the color of his eyes, for the Council had a spy in the service of Ulicoth’s lower ranks. She had gathered information that Ulicoth had hired the services of a Pilasier-knight created from the cleanest salts of Gecholter, a land well known for the making of perfect assassins. That was why the Council members had shown up at the last minute, to be sure that they could make it so if this assassin were to find its way to Weston Road, he would not be able to see the likeness between Peter and Dragdani, and perhaps that could help keep the child alive.

After they had finished, the Wizards and Witches left for home, all except Saren, Henkot, and Dorana, who was well warned that if she said anything about Peter’s true identity, they would confiscate her talisman while she stayed in the Normal World.

It was decide that if Peter was to lead an ordinary Wizard life in the Normal World, it was best that he have no knowledge of Dorminya and no contact with Wizards and Witches who were not wearing Normal clothing.

“All the spells worked,” said Henkot.

“Of course the spells worked,” said Delsani defensively.

“So I guess this means he’s not the one anymore. Now he’s the Normal One,” said Henkot.

“Let’s hope so,” said Delsani, “for now anyway.”

Helen then came through the kitchen door. “So that’s it? I mean, he won’t be able to use Wizard-Elf magic until he’s the right age?”

“Yes,” said Delsani.