The dancing brain cells filled with images in Gilbert's head stopped. The visions stopped. Two large cloaked men, Trunk and Gilbert's friend Orson, stood above him. The red Phoenix feather was back on Trunk's triple-peaked hat. Orson was on his back, staring at the night sky. A yellow streak followed a white streak, followed by a ghostly black streak. "Judge". Gilbert pointed up. Orson jerked his head up to look up and Trunk soon followed. “Yes, following a novice,” Orson said. "And a rebel sorcerer," Trunk concluded. "Rebel sorcerer?" asked Gilbert. “They are occurring more frequently these days. A Sorcerer takes and transforms a novice. A judge attempts to save him," Trunk continued. "Only judges can reject a novice, if he fails, the novice falls under the sorcerer's complete spell," Orson said. "And we cannot help, otherwise we might." contaminated,” Trunk said. “And my uncle and my friends? Can you help them?" Gilbert asked from his horizontal position. “What you saw has yet to happen. It's a glimpse into what could happen. The obvious is universally coincidental. There's no need to worry at this time," he commented Trunks. His words touched Gilbert deeply. 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 unclear and dark future mocked him. "Come, we need to get you past the District Village to the Sanctuary before it's too late," Trunk ordered. A quick lift and Gilbert was on his feet, Trunk to his right, Orson to his left. They headed towards the mouth of the great Black Mountain ahead of them. Gilbert turned to the Forever Tree, as he called it, to say goodbye. A trickle of crystalline water dripped from its trunk and splashed against the rock next to it. What he's missing... half the paper... three hairless kittens hissing while shooting purple eyes at passersby. “Bring your Familiar here. Any shape, size or color. Focus your magic on them so that Peomag doesn't notice that you're casting spells on them..." his words trailed off as his horseless cart rumbled down the street past a waving girl, tugging at her his parents while pointing out the noisy hairless kittens. Gilbert remembered the movie Bell-Book And Candle where the witch's familiar was called Piawaket. He liked the name, Piawaket, and while growing up he always liked watching any movie with magic in it He remembered how his father and mother always took him and his sister to see movies about magic or the occult, even scary ones: Halloween was the best day to go, that night everything strange happened and lanterns were the best day. means. Gilbert sighed. Everything stopped when his sister disappeared.