Brad tried to calm himself down as he focussed on the energy coursing through all his veins. The surrounding atmosphere felt too tranquil, and he felt everything become so clear.

"So, Olympia"s power is so vast! Wow!" He felt thrilled. "Will I become powerful, too?" Brad mulled over the question in his mind. He wanted to become strong, but he knew nothing about magic. Olympia promised him that she would lead him down the path of becoming a magician. He was thrilled to test himself out, to learn new things in that world. He wanted to save Deablo too.

Ah, the priorities! He completely forgot about the priorities. First of all, he needed to let Olympia visit the East Village, and he needed to accompany her. Secondly, he has to save his father, and, third and the most important of all, he needs to interrogate Mr. Collen. That d.a.m.n b.a.s.t.a.r.d tried to poison them. He was apparently connected to someone sinister. Olympia said that she smelt something. Brad"s eyes furrowed with concentration.

He decided that he would think about the rest later. His body underwent a few changes which was too fast for him to notice. He went downstairs to where his mom was sitting beside his dad, before he picked up the telephone and dialled the previous number. The person on the other end of the line picked up at the end of the third ring.

"Mr. Holman, we are on our way." The Chief of the Police stuttered. Brad felt something amiss. "Why is he sounding that way? Is he being threatened?" A bad premonition rose in his heart. "Now is not the time to think. Calm down, Brad." He told himself.

After calming himself down, he mulled over the abnormalities in the situation. The Chief should have arrived by now. He didn"t. Instead, he said with a stuttering voice that "they" are on their way. He used the word "we". What does that mean? Clearly, the chief was trying to point something out. Who is more powerful than his father, who could command and instil fear within the Chief?

Surely, it wasn"t what he was thinking. No. How could that be? His father was the best. Why would that person do such a thing to his father? Brad felt his head exploding with these thoughts. He looked at his mother and made a quick decision. He said, "Mum, give me your cell."

"Why?" Amelia asked with her cracked voice.

"Mum, there is no time to answer your question. I need to talk to someone." Brad asked brusquely.

Amelia handed her cell to Brad, who in turn typed something, and handed it back to her.

Amelia looked at Brad"s serious face before looking at her unlocked phone screen. On the screen was written, "MUM, THERE IS SOMETHING VERY WRONG. WE NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE. PLEASE CALL FOR THE MOST TRUSTED BACKUP YOU CAN GATHER. I AM SPEAKING TO OLYMPIA. DELETE THESE AFTER READING."

Amelia looked at Brad"s side profile before she took a deep breath and got to work. She thought for a while before calling the Retired General and saying, "Tues li nama. Tues li nama. Tues li namae."

"El albeto lama?" An aged voice could be heard from the other end of the line.

"Le albeto gior lama. Les tues meor nama. Mues nena trimore liana. Giane zues fieli de mazo? " Amelia said over the phone. Brad could understand nothing of their conversation.

"Tues zune moko." The aged old voice replied with a sigh.

"El albeto lama nena meor siara?" Amelia asked again with alarm apparent in her voice.

"Gior… Gior…" The aged voice replied.

"Dues kina meori la?" Amelia asked.

"Suezinomoricha zubelo." The Retired General answered in a grave tone.

"Dues?" Amelia asked, her voice slightly raised in alarm.

"Zubleo le tat, Stephanieo lyf le suegro." He said, waiting for Amelia to say something.

"Tues yuiona." She said calmly and added after a pause, " Nama el mazo."

"Zaim zaim." He hurriedly cut off the call. He was already halfway through the route as he instructed his driver to drive faster.

As they drove nearer, they could feel something amiss. The sharp senses of the General detected something, as he squinted in one direction, and dialled Amelia"s number before saying urgently, " Lues mazo. Queno morta nueno temaro."

"Tues grimmynalo." Amelia answered as she signalled something to Brad. Brad nodded his head before asking his mother, "Mum, what was that?"

"No time to explain, Brad. We need to act fast." Amelia whispered. She concentrated on her mind and with her full strength shouted in her mind, "I NEED YOUR HELP."

Olympia could hear Amelia"s shout and said, "What is it?"

"We need a distraction. Stephan isn"t safe here. We need to run from here." Amelia said as fast as she could. "The Retired General is nearby and we need to reach him as soon as possible." Amelia said in one breath.

"What about this house?"

"We have no time. Try to understand." Amelia said with hurry apparent in her tone.

"Okay." As soon as Amelia heard that in her mind, she could feel the surrounding temperature rise by a few degrees. She started sweating profusely, when she felt herself cool down. The surrounding weather was hot as earlier, but somehow she didn"t feel uncomfortable. She didn"t have time to think, before she saw the fire alarm ringing in the house. She grabbed Stephan by his arm, and went to the backyard.

"Dest el meori?" She hurriedly asked, placing her cellphone on her ear.

"Fueto SMS. Geonanru." Amelia put the phone down before checking the SMS. A location was given there. She could easily understand that. She pulled Brad by his hand and they pulled Stephan"s body towards that location. Suddenly, they heard a scream, and what they saw next left them rooted on spot.