Aunt Skye rubbed his shoulder. "Derek, you see, for many many years, our family has been born into magic. It courses through our veins. Yet, some of us are not born with the gift like your mother.Instead I got it, and now you do! Magic is very powerful, and you are about to learn how strong you are" she explained softly. Derek hardly believed in what she said, but then he had remembered how he was thrown out of the window without being touched. How Cein made fire come out of his palms, and Aunt Skye made water appear to put the flames out. He sighed, and nodded his head. "But how? And why? How is this possible and why do I have to get this magic?" he said feeling weird. "You were given the gift of magic because you have been seen for great things. You will be one of the most powerful wizards there have been besides---" Skye paused and shook her head.

The rest of the way, Derek slept. His dream was a very nice dream...At first. He saw himself standing in a large house, and unvoluntarily he walked up the stairs into a huge white room. An man, about in his 50s stood in the room in white, long robes. He stroked his beard and set down a glass of wine. Looking at Derek he said, "Ah. Come join me! Glad you are here, Derek. Please, sit!" Derek calmy sat down, and seemed safe next to this man. "Um, hi" was all Derek managed. "There's something you need to know. When you get to Colorado, Skye's 'friend' will not be there. But you will find something there. Take it and then leave! Yet, I am sure you will run into some trouble. When that is taken care of, go to New York City and the friend will be there!" said the old man with a grim face, but then he gave a hearty smile. "Tell her Mrynn says so!" he said, then the scene changed.

It was a battlefield. With what looked like a forest in flames. Men in robes and staffs weilded in hand charged each other in a magical war. Some had a faint yellow glow, and others a black. Derek found himself in the middle of it all...