Once again, as it had happened before, mist erupted from the man’s fingertips. But this time, something was different. It was more powerful than before. Jeffery could feel it. It moved more slowly, as if its strength slowed it down. The mist moved towards the top of the room then came down in the middle in a spiral, like a tornado. When it had finished this strange movement, there was a small, shiny object floating above the man’s quivering hands. “Here,” said the man, “is the object that will give you your power. But first, it must test you. I have already explained this to you. Do you still think you are ready?”

Jeffery was more nervous than ever, but still, he hid it behind a brave face. “I am. Continue, master.” The man laughed at this. “I’m glad, boy. You’re also one of the bravest yet.”

The object lowered into the man’s hands. He held it tightly, and proceeded to chant slowly. Torenistefuna, Meistiza, Jeffery!

The chair and bookcases shook, books fell to the ground. Everything was dark again.