Dortju Orfu

BOOK ONE

Preface:

The year is 2034 and after a number of international crisis's in the preceding decades, including North Korea launching at the South and Russia pushing back against NATO. Things escalated to the point that WWIII nearly started.

An International cease fire was established for a period of one year before the nukes were launched. At the end of the year, there was no countries at war, armed forces cancelled between nations, nearly peace on Earth was left with mainly only gang violence as the only organized violence left. And of course declared Wizards and Witches, and also, the need for a License to Write. All as laid out in the new UN enforced Great Convention.

And with Wizards and Witches came the Sassenachs who practiced black magic.

In the WASPS Vs Wogs conflict, Sassenachs hid in spots of power as undeclareds.

Thanks to the one and only co-author and overall inspiration for this book.

To Ceilidh.

Contents:

Chapter One: Wizards being Wizards

Chapter Two: PreWizard Grad

Chapter Three: Graduation

Chapter Four: Hi Chani

Chapter Five: Dortjus First Quest

Chapter Six: Getting into Office

Chapter Seven: Office

Chapter Eight: Foundations Beginning, Failure Hates Persistence

Chapter Nine: The Foundation

Chapter Ten: A Leap of Faith

Chapter Eleven: The First Follower

Chapter One: Wizards being Wizards

All great things have an innocent beginning Dortjus Mentor.

Not again Dortju! That’s four damn times this week this was from Jettro.

They were in the Casino for the eighth time that month, and Dortju was once again putting it all on Zero.

I know I've already been a millionaire 3 times this week and lost it again, but you know we always have a good weekend when it comes in on a Friday! Don't try me with your luck karma bug stuff again, it won’t work. was the answer, and the croupier put the £1,000,000 on Zero.

Such was the way with Wizards in grad school, they have to become millionaires a few times before they can graduate - most end up doing it mainly for entertainment. Money is not something with ANY power over a Wizard (they know it's a dynamic energy force and that is all). Besides the first million or two or three or four or even five, (Ok depends how many years they stay on to be honest) they always donate back to Carnegi Wizard School.

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Bugger! was all Dortju bothered with. Well he tapped his index finger on the table as he walked off but he gave the croupier a nice smile and also a reasonable tip, who then almost but did not quite faint. Croupiers see it all but Wizards don't have to declare themselves in Casinos.

Come on Dortju, why don’t we go for a climb? Jettro being the idea one and well, to be honest the most physical, he was also the blond and they do seem to have more fun. You'd more often find Dortju in meditation, or so he called it - he spent more time counting waves than living. He was a little shorter being a couple of inches under Jettro’s 6 foot. For them both, they walked of health.

Last time we did that you nearly ended up with a Wog seeing us and making a fuss! this was of course in reference to when they scaled the Balmoral hotel when they were both 10 and 11 to engrave their initials on the gold painted crown at the top, hardly an incident as in the end no one knew they'd been there unless they told their story, such is the WAY. They had been bored one Friday night and Jettro reckoned it would be a laugh.

Fine lets head and see if we can build up on some Karma lessons since we won’t be playing this weekend since we've no Earth Credits (locally referred to as spare cash). Let’s go do some Karma work, besides, works as much fun at the weekend as it is during the week.

First things first, we need logs from Dortju.

This was short for logistics, or needing to move around in space at different speeds as necessitated by circumstances. You see, Wizards tended not to own their own means of transport per se - they sort of considered that they owned a small share in all means of transport available and sometimes got involved in some pretty whacky ways of getting about. Free running tended to be the most socially acceptable (as long as you never went through shopping malls too fast on a crowded Saturday morning) stealing cars would only be acceptable if by doing so one saved an innocent life. Suffice to say, you'll never so likely hear a Wizard say I need to save up for a car as I need some logs, loosely translated as he wants machine power to assist him in getting around for a while.

Save a life for a motor - help a life for a bike, heads or tails? Jettro came back with, as he flipped a coin.

Heads! Dortju decided (once he'd seen her), the emphasis of course gave Jettro the heads up on how to call it.

Heads it is, let's find a lost soul.

There she is! said Dortju and pointed out their first prey for the night.

She was sat in a Range Rover parked at the corner near the Casino. It looked like she had been in an evening party and had ended up in her car having a cry to herself. A well enough looking women, dressed in evening wear and in her early 40s, but obviously troubled over an upset.

Drunk routine?

Yeah that'll work - she won’t scare. Dortju said. Jettro frowned, his buddy always worried about spooking the wogs.

They put their arms over each other’s shoulders and started singing Auld Lang Syne as they stumbled towards the Range Rover she was sitting in crying.

As the two approached, Dortju made the briefest of eye contact with her and gave a small smile - enough to say, ‘Don't worry, out of the two of us I am the most sober and I'm getting this lad home to his bed’. She smiled back a thankful understanding.

As they passed the car she asked Dortju if he had a light and being a Wizard of the Order of Anor you would sooner find him without clothes than a means to make a flame. He was glad she asked for a light though, asking for directions isn't always the best way in. He reached into his pocket for a lighter instead of using any form of magic though.

He held out the lighter and as he did, he steadied himself a little Are you okay? again the briefest of eye contact which, when sincerely held, can always mean a thousand words. Besides anyone can 'sober up' in a minute flat from some drink, if there is just cause, and we all know it.

Yeah - it's nothing just my Husband is being his usual self, I'll be fine. Are you two okay getting home? She asked. Not a common offer on George St on a Friday night in Edinburgh, but still the Wizards where in their Armani suits and were obviously 'sobering up' by the min, well Dortju was but Jettro had grabbed a seat on some steps, and Wizards tended to have that effect on people of just being trustworthy - only because they actually were. If a Wizard doesn't have your back when he's said he will it's because he's frying bigger fish elsewhere. If he's not told you, then it might be sharks.

No thanks, but if you need any help working out the husband thing, I might be able to share another point of view since I don't know either of you.

I guess there’d be no harm in letting off some steam. I just wish I could see what goes on inside his head, I mean I try to understand him but sometimes I don't get it and well, we argue sometimes and it upsets me! The woman had got out of her car, and was now pacing the length of it frantically.

"God I can't believe I'm saying this to a stranger- sorry my name is Jane. Your friend seems to be falling asleep, is he okay?

I'm Dortju, this is Jettro. Oi! WAKE UP!

Your nearly done, get on with it, Dortju! Jettro piped up.

What does he mean you’re nearly done? Jane asked somewhat perplexed.

Saving your soul. was all Dortju said, stating it as if to be perfectly normal.

She looked at him for a moment, taken slightly aback. Excuse me?! she blurted.

Dortju said straight out I have to inform you before I speak any more that I am a Wizard of the Order of Anor and I would like to trade with you a life secret for this vehicle?

Dammit! It's a Range Rover worth £80,000! she said.

If the price you pay me is the use of your vehicle for the evening then I would consider this fair for myself. replied Dortju sincerely.

Okay, try me. She feigned dismay but you could sense the excitement. Everyone knew when they were confronted with a Wizard who had declared himself in a trade then the Wizard would most probably get what he wanted out of it. Undeclared Wizards where another matter.

If you would like to know your husband’s thoughts, compare the disparity between his words and actions over time and assess the consequences including his inactions as well as his actions. You will begin to understand what he is trying to tell you! said Dortju.

Jane looked into herself, he could see she was looking over her marriage, comparing her Husband’s words and actions over different periods of time and the different results and realized she knew who he was. She could see what he was saying- it was all so clear, she knew already in her heart who he was. She only had to admit it and try to work with him instead of against him. She’d seen how she was the problem to and also how to fix it. It was like the problems of her life had been log jammed over this one particular problem and it had now just vanished - all that had happened was that she understood her Husband now. She'd even bought the Range Rover just to piss him off, so he'd be delighted if she said she had sold it for some good advice and then simply asked him about his work. She passed the keys to Dortju saying Keep it! her Husband had nearly a million saved up so she'd get another one. Dortju seen it and sighed, another Husband with a careless spending wife.

She quite calmly swivelled on her heels and walked back towards the function she had been at in a determined sort of way, flicking away the cigarette as she went. He put it in the bin after putting it out.

Goodbye Jane. Dortju was pleased with himself, he always loved helping people. Come on Jettro - we got wheels Bro! Let's go do some Godding and get some reserves in our Karma banks! Jane was on her way back into the evening party with quite the spring in her step, the Karma count was going up already. Such it is with Wizards when they play God to wogs which is how they helped put more Karma into the world.

Dammit Jettro, it looks like we've only Taylor Swift for emo energy tonight on the tune box. Dortju sighed at the CD in the cars sound system.

Hey! That's high val emo energy! Declared Jettro. Always a fan of Pop music.

Emo referred to emotional energy, attainable from all the arts and hearts of all and any dose of human happiness, especially the innocent. Wizards knew it as an Energy force which was in fact simply happy emotion wavelenghts from anywhere and if it's Taylor Swift then so be it, a childs happy laughter is better or the safeness of being with a wanted partner, but not always as available, so Taylor Swift would do for Emo Energy for the moment.

Chapter Two: PreWizard Grad.

In being.You Are and so Can. – Elrond

Dortju hit the eject button and said TIDY since it fitted the mood Woohoo, I found some Guns N' Roses! stick on Welcome to the Jungle, if you please? Dortju announced with enthusiasm, passing the CD to Jettro, as always Dortju ended up behind the wheel, for all his meditating when it came to pushing MEST about (MATTER, ENERGY, SPACE and TIME) Dortju switched on best. His fellow students thought he was the best driver in the School. He had rolled at least one car that they knew of and he'd long since admitted it was because he was trying to; in other words he didn't accidentally have a car in a roll but that after a 3rd attempt he managed to make the car roll over. And he never used the seat belt so ended up with a sore neck for a few days.

Fine, just keep it down while I call Go-Skippy Jettro replied. Go-Skippy was the insurance company most Wizards used as they would insure you within an hour (an hour being the acceptable amount of time to be in charge of a vehicle un-insured, while you are insuring it - this is all unspoken common sense between the people and the police). Wizards tend to use it to the last minute sometimes.

Fine said a sullen Mr. Dortju, always one for the beats.

Jettro seemed very pleased with the outcome of his phone call.

Yes, thank you. So that's ok then, it'll be legally insured within the hour? asked Jettro on the phone to the insurance company.

Yes Sir, by 12:10am your insurance will be registered to that car.

Thank you very much. said Jettro. Can I ask your name?

It's Amanda. Why?

Because while I was on the phone with yourself, Amanda I could not help but notice that you are very proficient at your job and I would suggest you ask your team leader for a better hourly rate or a higher position as you're due it. he said calmly.

I know it to. I've been meaning to ask him, but how? Do I know you outside of work?

Sorry nope, I'm just a Wizard and well you kind of do know me you just fixed my car insurance and well yeah I'm Jettro and well yeah your welcome. he was smiling.

I know, of course. I've been meaning to push John for the team leader role for a few months now do you really think I should go for it?!

YES! sigh. That was his whole point.

And I know it to - Thanks, just the bloody shove I needed. Bless ya!

BEEEEEEEP....

Did she hang up? from Dortju

Yep!

Always happens when we call call centres, are we insured? Dortju checked Should we park up for a bit and chill?

Nah said Jettro with a mischievous grin.

We will be within the hour my good Sir, I'm banging the tunes up this is looking to be a good night for the Karma Bank! and so Jettro reached for the Vol button and whacked it up to full!!!! He sat back and sparked up his pipe. Why not, they owned the car now and the windows were down, one thing about Range Rovers is the heated seats ARE nice!

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE BABY, WE GOT FUN AND GAMES, WE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?! WE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO CAN FIND EVERYTHING YOU NEED, WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE BABY WE ARE GOING TO....... and so Axl Rose blared out the car as they rolled off towards the Cowgate to find some hapless souls to assist on a Fri night in Edinburgh. One thing it is easy to do on a Fri night in a decent sized town like Edinburgh is to find souls who need help.

It was going onto Charlotte Square that Dortju seen the blue light.

Feds! he said sharply.

Jettro turned down the music and sat up. Here's hoping we ain't about to run into a grey or black undeclared. Lets be cool. he was not really that relaxed as he said this.

Dortju pulled over and put the window down and waited for the police officer to come to the window..... He could see him get out of the Traffic Police car with shades and swagger and all.

The Great Convention had come into being because political and religious institutions had taken it upon themselves to cause too much violent destruction in the name of their causes, so the Great Convention was created with UN backing.

The KIDNAPPING in Africa, ISIS being set up and Scotlands referendum (which nearly deteriorated Scotland to be like Ireland with the TROUBLES during the 80s) and other events were the catalysts. The WORLD united and INSTITUTIONAL VIOLENCE became ILLEGAL to the extent that our souls won’t rest till we are purged of it, and so grew the Wizard Scale and the less prominent Witch Scale.

The UN managed to negotiate an international law that ANY nation that tried to aggravate another into violence would be set about by the rest of the world united under the anti violence law. Even the USA was not in a position to cause trouble then. Despite their military might no one country would stand against the other 170 and survive. The Global Peace Index became mainly an internal security matter and the arms trade companies were no longer in fashion to say the least.

Some grey and black Wizards still go about undeclared in uniform or worse public life, judiciary or law and wreck all sort of evil in the disguise of 'good on account of I'm with the system." but as more declareds were graduating from the Wizard Schools and Witches Convents that were springing up all over the place undeclareds were getting a harder time of it.

There are also very many good undeclared Wizards obviously and the Warriors protect us all. The warriors were people on known violent capabilities, which is true of everyone but to be a Warrior one had to be trained and declared. Every angry person was in theory an undeclared Warrior.

Most Wizards qualify for Warrior status most of the time although there are occasion when they have to defer to the more trained to deal with mass violence.

Warriors control violence at a massive scale and stress level. Wizards can perform in this capacity at need but prefer a more subtle approach to solving a problem. Wizards tended not to need violence to enforce their realities on others which is what makes a Wizard a Wizard.

I'm assuming your either joyriders or Wizards gentleman as this vehicle is registered to a Mrs. J. Summers. said the slightly whisky smelling policeman to Dortju who gave a small grimace of a glance to his Bro. He had swaggered over to the car as if he owned the town. His assistant in tow trying to be cool but obviously a little nervous. Perhaps one of his first nights out on the beat on a Friday.

Jettro read it right, we either got ourselves a black or quite grey undeclared here.

Come on assholes answer up! said Mr. SAID Policeman as he reached for his gun. Why on earth the Great Convention gave Brit cops guns is a bloody mystery. It also included vidcamsul, video camera surveillance, which meant all 'policing' activity was self monitored by the police themselves. Made declared Wizards at large worried about undeclareds in the system who could switch off the cam as mister whisky stinky breath here just now had.

His side kick looked about 12.

And this could be trouble thought Dortju and as per he is normally mostly too damn bloody right as it turned out. He just seemed to know and you could see it in his face to, always wears his heart on his sleeve does Dortju, as do all Anor Wizards. Jettro knew that they could easily out gun the police officers without being armed themselves but this would be a violation of the WAY.

Is this vehicle insured Sir? asked whisky stinky.

Dortju looked at Jettro who was looking at his watch that had just winked the digits 11:48 pm at him which made him look back at Dortju and mouth the words O FUCK!

IS THIS FUCKING VEHICLE INSURED SIR?! said Stinky with a handgun in Dortjus face!

You could see his 2nd was disgusted. He hated what his 'mentor' was doing. He was still young enough to believe policing was about building bridges with society. Making communities safer. License to violence as a last last last resort to protect innocents et all.

Still the game now had to play out. The Range Rover was not yet legally insured and the discretion on the matter seemed to rest on Stinky here with the .45 in Dortjus face.

it will be at 12:10 as we have just got this car from it's previous owner and have only just got off the phone to the insurance company so if you could exercise some discretion then maybe we could all go on with our nights. Dortju tried.

Get out of the car now! and a wicked smile was all the Officer replied with.

The Wizards allowed themselves to be arrested in the name of keeping the peace, so much for a great start to a weekend. Down a million quid again and now off to the cells at St Lenords police station.

Name?! Said the cell Sgt.

Dortju

2nd name..?

Just Dortju. said Dortju.

Fine, whatever. was all he came back with, he wasn't bothered he was on overtime anyway because of the football tournament today between Hearts and their own derby rivals Hibs what did he care if he never put a name in the surname line of the arrest form.

A NOTION Dortju quickly grabbed onto and started planning as Jettro was nearby and the time for making plans was here and now. The cells where busy because of the football so the least offenders would naturally be... He made eye contact with Jettro and ….

And with some, shall we say ducking and diving.

It took 15 mins but they had got out of St Lenorards Police station again and they were in Kebab Mahal, a very recommended local Indian take away, in time for a late chicken tikka masala, the best in the world and REAL fuel food. So, what's next? asked Jettro as he tucked in with a garlic nan bread.

Let’s get some low down time, after this curry obviously, while the cops search for us for a bit then we can pop up on the radar again and deal with it then otherwise bon appetite mon siouer. said Dortju before tucking into his own chicken tikka masala and chapati, no nan for Dortju as he was Anor and the garlic thing didn't mix well in his order. Jettro argued it made him the more level headed Anor out of them, Dortju argued it made his the most sensitive to the Force.

Call it luck if you want but the custody Sgt was one of the few good undeclareds in the system and he read it right and left a key for the cell and the key for the Range Rover in a bag to.

So after the curry it seemed like a nice evening stroll back to the car through Edinburgh city center, was in order and if done in a relaxed manner should get us there for about when it is insured. Time as usual was behaving itself quite nicely for Dortju, which amused him as he walked under the castles cannons as he was strictly speaking a 'wanted man' by the Police - paperwork really, he enjoyed the walk as the sun set it turned the night sky a violent red - just right for his mood. Less than an hour ago he'd been handcuffed and put in a concrete box like a zoo animal - it was time to throw some reality adjustment at the system or more accurately Mr. Whisky Stinky. All in good time, thought Dortju as he looked out to the Forth and the awesome sunset. Whisky Stinky could wait, this was spiritual. He soaked up the view but also lifted his head up to the bright Sun and just drank the energy from the waves - a common habit of Scottish Wizards, they soak up Sun. It fuels us all obviously but it's Wizards who SOAK.

Chapter Three: Graduation

The only secret to being great is to be great at being you! old Wizard proverb.

Graduation was coming up and Dortju was excited. He was about to be assigned a Padawan. The minor incident involving the Police the month before had settled itself out. Whisky stinky had got sacked obviously and Dortju sent him a case of 12 year old Glemorangie Single Malt to help him onto his next job or probably not, the moral being try not to lock up too many Wizards trying to do a good thing. He then posted him a card the following Christmas saying simply Try live and let live and see if you find peace. As it happens he did and did. His name was not Whisky Stinky, but Criag Findley and he did manage to make a decent life for himself in the end. But the only work he got in the future was doing security work in shops.

Have you decided yet? asked Jettro as they walked through the cloisters of Carnegie.

Nah, I really want to Quest and just the same Research, but being in Halls all the time. I just don't know. Are you still going for a writing license? replied Dortju.

Wizards who stayed in Carnegi and took on roles in the Magic Management department had to have licenses to write so they could do their jobs effectively but obviously were well supervised by their peers. Questing was the other option and the lonely one - thus Padawans.

"I am. It's where I see myself. I've been your wing man forever now but you know me I want to advance myself, I don't mix too well with the BHOYs (Blissfully Happy Or Young is what they say to wogs, Bloody Hopeless, is what is said in the canteen in Carnegi), roughly translated Jettro could not be arsed with wogs and if you QUESTED dealing with wogs was part of the territory.

It was around 2020 that the middle classes of society started to give up on their quest of being normal and trying to enforce normality on everyone else. The pharmaceutical companies had just pushed too far. By flooding society with so many legal drugs the middle class became so riddled with mind numbing prescriptions that it was almost as bad as the prevalence of guns in the USA. Too many of their kids were stealing all these designer legal prescription drugs and using them in parties, once they were hooked on them they were on the road to becoming zombies. And Zombies were another whole problem in society all together. The middle class wizened up some and started to give up the ghost on making everyone be sheeple. Soon the world started to divide into more than middle class, rulers and working class. Made life more interesting to say the least.

But wogs or BHOYs desribed anyone who was not a Wizard or Witch and what had happened to Jettro had happened with a lot of Wizards. They became so much a part of their magic that they could no longer really BE with others who did not understand a Wizards view on life. So they had to try and only associate with others who understood. Dortju knew Jettro had been this way inclined since only his second initiation and that this was rare and normally meant that he could expect to meet his friend in latter years in council as a Master Arbitrator for the Orders. This was in essence a Magic Judge and one of the higher offices available at Carnegie, Dortju could see his friend being happy doing this. He wasn't sure for himself, like most Wizards he just did not fit into the cogs of an institution very well and so would probably Quest.

Dortju was definitely not afraid of the idea of Questing, but he did get the sense of loneliness that such a path might include. He knew he was going to do it. It was in his heart. He knew once he had admitted this to Jettro then it would be done and dusted. He knew all this, he just had to go on and say it.

My old Mucker, if you have a coin call heads for me yet again My Good Sir. I've Decided. I'm Questing and I bet you end up a Judge and I hope you go easy on me my good Sir because I think I may push a few boundaries.

Jettros heart sank. He knew what he was hearing was the truth obviously. He knew all along and wondered if Dortju had held back so long to tell him because he intended to be really rogue, he hoped not as he did see himself as being an Arbitrator of Magic eventually. Having to pass judgement on his childhood friend would be a tough one though.

It was time to get ready as the ceremony was about to begin. They put on their robes and Order regalia. Both being Anor they took their staffs. Dortju would soon have to trade his staff in for a wand since he was going to be questing. It can be hard being discrete with a 6' staff in tow.

Everyone was dolled up to the nines. All frocks and cloaks. It would have been a good scene to shoot for a Star Wars Jedi movie scene. In fact a lot of wogs compared Wizards and Jedi, the younger members of the order still said Go forth with the Force as a salutation, as usual they grew out of it. Everyone still said May the Force be with you obviously. Wogs always say it to on May 4th but never really mean it - Wizards say it always and do.

Dortju wasn't sure how his speech would be taken. All of them were edgy but he thought he pushed the edge a little too much. But then he was sure this was more than likely expected. It wouldn't be long now.

Would Dortju please report for assignment as a Master! said the Master of Ceremonies. This was Ron Elrond. He had been a Master for 86 years and many suspected his age to be over 100 now. He still remembered the first day they had met clear as a bell. He had been walking up the main steps of Carnegi on his first day and Ron was at the top watching. As he approached he said Dortju?!

Astonished Dortju had blabbed Yes. Eh can you read minds Sir?

Of course and I can also read name tags! he replied.

Dortju went bright red and watched his feet as he finished walking up the steps. Ron looked right through him as he walked past, Dortju could feel it and it wasn't until he was well inside the cloisters he realized the name tag on his top was still blank. He never went back outside to take Ron to task but he'd always wondered to this day.

Dortju stood and walked towards the stage for his 4th initiation and the bestowal of the title of Master Wizard of the Order of Anor, the Secret Fire - the very creator of life. And the rarest of Orders attended by Wizards. Less than 3 out of a hundred Wizards and Witches. While it is mainly Wizards who are Anor there are also a few female Members of Anor and their lives are not commonly spoke of. It is thought they ultimately become Sorceress' and not Witches but how they end up living and what Magic they can weave is unknown and a closely guarded secret of the WAY. Anor Wizards are rarely ever granted a license to write. Some have taken one and got away with it. Ron Elrond was also of this Order to.

The other three orders were Amul, almost always favored by Witches, this order is of the body and health. Amul Wizards take it too far and are either Gay or Body Builders. Raka, is the order for the most aggressive and produces the most Warriors. Abby is the most notorious one, she even listens to Necro of all 'bands' He's surely an undeclared. This Order is predominantly Wizards but the Witches who do adopt Raka as their Order are best kept as your friend to say the least and more commonly referred to as assassins, and the Order of Wit produces the learned who mostly often involve themselves in law, politics or even business if they Quest and is the most evenly sexed Order which is composed of half Wizards and half Witches they are perhaps the least eccentric Wizards and Witches of the orders.

The Raka Order have their own code. This is needed as they are the most capable of violence which when it comes to reality enforcement this is the final means. The worlds religions as part of the Great Convention were informed (as were all governments) that they would be allowed to be to the degree that they worked to a more peaceful means of enforcing reality. Al Queda, ISIS and Isreal became quite unpopular as a result. Violence as a means to enforce an idea has always been in the make up of Man but the Great Convention was designed to deter this and to a very large degree this had become a new peaceful reality in the world.

An Order is simply adopted by a Witch or Wizard once he or she begins to study the WAY. During his first year he drifts through his studies and uses his million quid to set himself and others up and makes and looses friends as he goes - but he will always end up with one best friend and they will be of the same Order and by who this is the first initiation has been achieved. Dortju and Jettro where dorm mates and how they both ended up as members of the Anor Order is as closely guarded as the research they do within the Order of Anor which is kept within. How to get into Anor is known by those in Anor.

Most Wizards and Witches though no longer seek high office or prestige. Best not having followers as they say if your that smart. Followers bestow power over others = excessive free will = abuse of power = usual stuff that goes with all human politics etc. Leave the power spots to those who don't have to have TOO much control over others. The spate of setting up personality cults in the mid 20th century made this all too obvious.

Dortju thought of the motto of his Order as he approached the stage for initiation: REVENIMUS. He felt pride and love at the same time, pride for his gifts and love for others he shared the world with. There was easily an inch of air between the souls of his feet and the ground, he felt like he was literally walking on air as Wizards actually do do sometimes when free running or whatever the god else.

After he had given up his staff to Ron and received his wand he took his space in front of the lectern. I would like to thank.....

It was a beautiful day for all, his speech got a mixed spattering of response from a few a standing ovation from some, quite a few cheers and a healthy frown from one of the masters. Perhaps he should have gone a bit easier on Mr. Ron Elrond.

Chapter Four: Hi Chani.

A misery shared is halved, a victory shared is worth much more than double! from the book of proverbs of Man.

Hi Chani she was quite tall and as usual very healthy, she had a natural beauty that left little room for improvement with make up and dressed practically wearing combats and a tank top but he knew she would distract other guys with her looks if needs be.

Dortju was sat at his desk which he had for another day or two at the max if he twisted some arms. Once you decide to Quest you are pretty much chucked out with Padawan into the bargain. And without a license to write!!! Money might never be an issue at Carnegi, Space is.

She was arrogant obviously, as they normally are with such young bodies. She was 19 and full of beans, by god! She had passed her 2nd initiation already and she would have to serve her time with Dortju for the next two years and thus pass her 3rd and 4th and final initiation.

Hee hoo Mr! Dortju. Where is we off to Questing Ma Bro!?!

Sigh. Hot head. Still.

She had done well in her first two years at Carnegi. She was also of the Order of Anor so was one of the very few possible candidates to be Dortjus Padawan. It had not passed her notice that Dortju had befriended her about 6 months before and she wondered how much say he had in who was assigned to him as Padawan.

Nearby for now and then go from there, still not sure if I want to run the country yet or not and if not then I'm not sure what. But whatever, I have to know you have my back - is that understood?

Obviously Chani looked at him and seen something, it was a spark. A life force. He knew what he wanted. She had admired him from afar during her first