Wizard Dawning (The Battle Wizard Saga, No. 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

ceiling.
    Grampa hollered, "Holy Crap!" as he stepped away from Sig. Feet pounded up the stairs and the bedroom door swung open.
    "What in the world is going…?" Mom said. She looked Sig in the eye then backed out of the room. How can she look me in the eye? I'm on my knees.
    Grampa stepped in front of him, hands up, also looking him in the eyes. "Don't move. Don't get up. Lower the sword. Slowly."
    Sig looked up to where it pierced the ceiling, tugged it out, and set it on the bed. It stretched almost as long as his bed—longer than when Grampa held it. Plaster dust drifted downward from another hole in the ceiling. An exposed, fractured ceiling beam had a bowl shaped dent in it.
    "What happened? Who hit me?" His voice sounded funny. It rumbled.
    Meredith's eyes searched the room, stopping at the closed closet door and said "Sigurd where are you?"
    "Mom I'm right here."
    She looked back at him and said "Oh, my god!" Stunned, she stepped back and sagged against the hallway wall. "Did he say someone hit him?"
    Grampa Thor walked over, put a hand on her arm, and looked back at Sig. "He's OK. Hit his head on the ceiling. It didn't hurt; just surprised him. I'm sorry." Her mouth dropped open at the sight of the hole in the ceiling.
    Her eyes narrowed as she turned on Grampa. As if to curtail an outburst, he placed his hand on her shoulder and her anger seemed to deflate.
    He stared into her eyes. "I had no idea this would happen. I'm almost as shocked as you and Sig. Before we get everyone further upset, why don't you go downstairs while I get this cleaned up, have Sig change back, and then we'll come down, and explain what happened. You probably need a drink. While you're doing that, I'll take a Stoli on the rocks with a lemon twist."
    Surprisingly, she nodded in acquiescence. Sig expected her to react more like a mother bear. Maybe she was in shock from everything that happened today, like he was. Did Grampa use magic on her?
    Taking her arm firmly, Grampa led her to the stairway. "Everything will be okay" He gently guiding her down the first step. When she continued down, he returned and closed the bedroom door.
    He leaned against the door, looked at Sig, and shook his head and sighed. "You're going to need a bigger horse."

 
    Grampa Thor pushed off from the door and spread his arms wide as he stepped over to put his hands on Sig's shoulders.
    "OK, grab the sword. Leave it on the bed. Don't wipe out the room with it. Hold the grip and repeat after me. Koma aftur. It means 'return' in old Norse."
    Sig repeated it. The room blurred and expanded around him. Grampa Thor grew; arms still extended but his hands no longer touched Sig's shoulders.
    Grampa stepped back and dropped into the chair, leaving Sig kneeling in the middle of the room, holding the sword shaped amulet in his right hand.
    Sig got up from his knees. "What happened?"
    Grampa looked at Sig, as if staring through him. Sig sat down on the bed and repeated in a louder voice. "What happened?"
    Grampa jerked, and his eyes focused. He looked at Sig, really looked at him. Sig felt uncomfortable under the penetrating stare.
    Grampa sighed. "Well, those tests they gave you for magic are a crock. You have magic, powerful magic." He looked up at the fractured beam showing through the hole smashed in the ceiling plaster.
    "At my most powerful, my battle helm would have brushed an eight-foot ceiling like this, or maybe the horns would have dented it a little. You, young man, were going right through the ceiling if your head hadn't run into that beam."
    He raised his eyebrows and said. "I would guess you are nine feet tall. There's never been a nine-foot Battle Wizard. I was the tallest and the biggest."
    Grampa patted his chest and grimaced, "At least I was until my recent problem. It's true what they say, size matters. For Battle Wizards size is proportional to magical strength."
    Grampa Thor's words echoed in his head. He heard them but they didn't make sense. He felt