The next morning, Casey was told to
meet Victor in the meadows. She knew every
narrow, straight, or unknown path to the
people. Roads that even the bandits did not
know. Since she was a little girl, she always
escaped to the forest to play alone. It was here
that she met a boy different from the other
villagers. She never liked Calne, nor its people,
but the open country surroundings, the green
meadows reflecting the nearby forest, and the
rainbow-coloured flowers were beautiful, and
day after day, she welcomed the sunrise on the
hills of Calne.
But today, as she walked, the boy
stood on the meadow gazing at the black
smoke rising above the hills and trees beyond,
and she wondered what happened. He must
have been up all night, Casey thought. He stood
there with his hands behind his back, wearing
the same clothes as last night. Earlier in the
morning, his father went to Casey’s grandparents’ house, and Casey told him she
would help look for him. He had been in his
mind-palace again, so much so that when she
tried to get his attention, he barely noticed
until she threw a rock at him.
“What was that for?” he yelled.
“You were daydreaming like a loon.
Still, I can’t blame you. Last night was crazy.
Where did you go?” Victor was silent but
shrugged at her.
Given Gareth’s reputation in the town,
she dared not ask him about the men in the
inn last night.
“What are you doing tonight? My
grandparents said you can come for dinner if
you wanted.”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
“You need to pay for it, though!”
Casey added. “They need some help on the
farm. Are you okay with that?” Victor gave an
affirmative shrug, and the two set off towards
Casey’s home.
It was a large plot of land filled with
the fresh smell of animals, manure, and
woodsmoke. She wondered if Victor had been
a farmer in another life, he always seemed welcome to work and happy to help others.
Given his parents’ status, no one would
believe it. The Cardnells, as Victor always
referred to her grandparents, were old now
and would often hire the help of young men
to do most of the work. Her grandfather,
Thomas, owned the large farming estate that
was always busy. And her grandmother,
Amelia, was a retired servant. But today the
duties fell only on her friend, Victor.
After a little guidance from Casey,
Victor spent a good hour grafting some
weaker and younger apple and pear trees to
older, stronger ones so they would have a
better harvest the following year. After that,
they struggled to guide the dairy cattle from
the fields into the milking parlour, and it took
over three hours to fill all the buckets. Casey
had been fixing the hay piles when Victor
came to her.
“I never want to see a cow’s underside
ever again,” Victor said.
Casey laughed out loud.
“Could be worse.” She took off her
gloves to remove some hay strings that had mixed with her hair. “Come… let’s see what
Grandmother made.”
Lunch held an open-fire roasted pig
that her grandfather had butchered the day
before. Pork belly and blood sausage lined the
tray placed on the table with fresh potatoes
and carrots stewed into a bowl of fresh root
soup to compliment, all at the behest of her
grandmother. Victor served himself
vegetables as usual. No meat.
“It had been so long since I had eaten
real farm food. The staff at Waltz Manor are
not as good as my family pretends. They leave
much to be desired,” Victor admitted.
Alas, she could only handle potato
porridge and boiled chicken for a while before
she felt crazy. But the meal presented to them
by her grandparents was sublime.
“Honest food for honest work,” said
Mrs Cardnell, scattering further trimmings
around the table.
The lunch was excellent, and Casey
realised how hard she had been working all
morning by the multiple servings she
shovelled down. By the time they had all
finished, Casey didn’t want to move for the rest of the day, but as she let her meal digest,
she thought about what she would do for her
grandparents in the afternoon. After a
somewhat overextended break, they finally
returned to work, and for afternoon duties
Casey and Victor moved to watering and
weeding the potato fields, so they worked
them alongside each other so they could pass
the time more easily.
“This is sort of boring, don’t you
think?” said Casey. Victor shrugged.
“It suits me fine. It’s better than all the
other madness people seem to enjoy doing or
talking about these days.”
“Like what, Victor?” He shrugged
again. “You should tell me more things, you
know. I can tell something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Victor asserted to
her. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately.”
Casey’s ears perked up like a cat.
“Yeah? You want to talk about it?”
Suddenly and without restraint, Victor
immediately confided all the weight that had
been sitting on him. He told her about his
blackouts and nightmares, and how everybody thought he was some magic-user or
something ridiculous.
“I don’t understand what is wrong
with everybody. They’re all crazy, thinking I’m
a ‘warlock’ or whatever. Everybody is so
delusional. I just want a quiet life here. And
they say they want me to join this ‘Darklight
Academy’, which I’m sure is an asylum for the
psychotic. I’m not psychotic. I’m just tired.
I’m just tired!” Casey could see the anger built
up in him for a hot minute, but after a
moment he calmed down his breathing and
brought himself back down to equilibrium.
Casey’s eyes had welled up, and she
was looking down to the floor beside him. All
this time, all she needed to do was tell him.
Confess.
“What is it, Casey?” asked Victor.
“Victor, I’m sorry,” she started, but
her voice caught in her throat. “Victor, I need
to tell you something.” She paused for what
felt like a long time and they could hear the
leaves and branches of oak and pine trees in
the surrounding thicket knocking gently
against themselves, that sounded almost like
the rolling waves of an ocean.
“I feel embarrassed. I should have
told you, I’m so sorry for not trusting in you.
And here I was talking about trust. I-I… I am
leaving soon for Darklight Academy.”
A dark fantasy where the lives of nine people meet in the midst of an interplanetary battle between wizards and alien deities set in the Edwardian Era.
Note: This story is an extended preview of the actual novel, "Warlocks & Sorceresses: The Timeless Grimoire". The original novel was completed and published in digital and paperback print edition in April 30, 2021.
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