Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) Read Online Free

our attention. I let down my spoon and walk to the arch door of our small home. I pull the door open, in front of the door, flying with bizarre long wings is a rare-white hefty eagle with red eyes. It drops a golden scroll. I catch it before it touches the dirty ground—the bird flies high into the sky. I gape at the roll paper. My heart sinks. I’m suspicious of what it is. Could it be… could it be it is my time? And although it’s what I want, I suddenly feel nerve wreck.
    “Morgan!” I yell out of breath. She hurries to me. The moment she identifies the scroll her skin becomes pale white. The golden color means one thing; it's from Doomsvell. She takes it in her hands, and carefully reads it. Morgan loses her balance dropping the paper. I take her by an arm, keeping her stable.
    “What happened?” I doubt she loses her head over me leaving. Somethi ng is awfully wrong. Her petrified face speaks for her. I squat and take the scroll. I need to see it for myself. My heart races, my hands are sweaty, and I gulp down zilch.  I can feel it, I can see the upcoming. My heart squeezes tighter and tighter as I read. I slap a hand on my mouth. “This can’t be. This can’t be…this has to be wrong.” I exclaim.
    “I …I…w-what are we going to do?” Tears run down her cheeks. Her hands shake uncontrollably. I hold my pain, especially since Jorsay stays near us.
    “I’m- I’m going to talk to Srogeri. Don’t say anything in front of him…all right?” I beg. Her head trembles. She cleans her tears and heads back to Jorsay to give him a false explanation of our behavior.  I run back to the school that’s a few blocks away from the house. It is there Srogeri stays until nightfall.
    The one-floor stone edifice is filthy of the many years it embraced. The property has three red arch doors that lead not to a simple room, but to an entire education ground. The three doors are numbered, 001 for the first years, from the beginning to the fifth grade. Door 002 for the second years, from the sixth to the tenth grade, and last of all, door 003 for the third years, from the eleventh, to the last grade. I hurry to the last door to the left, 003 . A quivery magic teleports me inside a large two floor room with curl stairs. I run up the stairs to the second floor. It's there the head director headquarter is, Srogeri’s headquarter. I take the doorknob and open it in a rush.
    “ Sroge…” I halt. Three of the school heads sit around him. The old man is in a meeting, except, it’s not the first time I interrupt.
    “Sorry to break i n. Can we have a word,” I plead.
    “I’m in a minor gathering,” did he just give me attitude? I exhale, and miserably stare at him. He narrows his eyes, waiting for me to depart. I’m not going to leave. You know I won’t… “All right…let us speak,” he gives in. He excuses himself and walks toward me. I pass him the scroll before he reprimands for the interruption. He reads it, his round eyes enlarge. 
    “Is this for real? ” I ask, sucking in the tears that want to rush down my cheeks. He grasps my arm and walks me out the room. “How is this possible. Why has he been chosen if he’s asthmatic?” My voice comes out in a crack. He puts a hand over his face. Now in a deep thought. “Is this wrong, should we plea. I mean…it makes no sense, right?” I pray he admits it must be a mistake. I’m hoping he says I’m going to request a reunion with the leaders, but his silence concerns me.
    “ In the meeting, we heard Doomsvell is requesting everyone, sick or not sick. I heard, they have said that-that… if you aren’t dying or a sickness is not contagious the magician, sorcerer or healer by law has to participate if chosen.” He speaks with hesitation, and intimidation. I shake my head. An extreme tweak penetrates my stomach. “We have to do something? I can’t let my brother go to war. He will die. You know he will. He-he can’t use magic, it kills him…” the