The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It

Backyard 050“I’m starting to think you’re right.”miles for blog 2 003

Miles gave me a surprised look. “Historic moment! My wife admits I’m right about something. Now . . . about what, exactly, am I right?” He cocked an eyebrow at me questioningly.

Falling out of manuscriptI stuck out my tongue at him. “Very funny. I often admit you’re right, wise guy!” I frowned and chewed on my lower lip. “I’m starting to think you’re right about my characters. They’ve been gone on their illusory trip for more than three weeks. Maybe they did find their way back into the manuscript. Or maybe they do like wherever they went on their trip better than they liked living here with us. Maybe they don’t even remember us.” I sighed gloomily. “I just wish we knew for certain.”

Grocery billsMiles took my hand in his. “I know you miss them terribly. And, as much as I complain about them, I must admit I miss them, too.” But then he smirked. “Of course, I don’t miss the grocery bills!”

“There is that. May I presume we don’t need to go shopping again this week?”

Miles lifted his eyebrows and shook his head. “If they don’t come back, I don’t think we’ll need to go grocery shopping for the foreseeable future, except for milk and other perishables.”

I sighed again. “Well, at least you and I have more time together.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled.” Miles winked and chuckled. “I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it.”

“So have I, honey!” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “But I’m afraid I won’t be spending this afternoon with you.”

Miles frowned. “Oh? Why not?”

“I received an invitation from Chris and Talia, from the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store. They would like me to join them for afternoon tea today.”

Chris and Talia

“Afternoon tea? And I’m not invited?” Miles pretended to pout for a moment before grinning.

I grinned back at him. “Nope, sorry, the invitation was just for me.”

Miles furrowed his brow. “Just you? Not you and Dragon?”

I shook my head. “Just me.”

Dragon studying scrollMiles started pacing. “Isn’t that a bit odd? Why would they invite just you, and not Dragon? Wasn’t Dragon with you when you first met Chris and Talia? And wasn’t it Dragon to whom they provided two much-needed spells?”
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I cocked my head and rubbed my chin. “I never thought about that, but you’re right. It is odd that they didn’t include Dragon . . . not that she’s here to accompany me.”

“Maybe they know she’s not here?” The furrow in Miles’ brow deepened. “Maybe they’re the ones who have been watching you?”
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My eyes widened at that thought, but before I could say anything, Miles continued. “Marge, something doesn’t feel right. Maybe you shouldn’t go there alone.”

I shrugged uneasily. “I’ve already accepted the invitation. Besides, what’s going to happen? I don’t think Chris and Talia are dangerous.”

“But you don’t really know much about them. And who else is going to be at this afternoon tea?” Miles was really frowning now, and I could see the worry in his eyes.

“I wasn’t apprised of the guest list. But really, Miles!” I gave my husband a reassuring hug. “I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”

I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.

Later that day, I drove to the small town where Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store was located. As I approached the area of the hamlet where the store was located, the streets seemed dirtier, the buildings looked more dilapidated, and more of the businesses appeared derelict than they had the last time I was there.

 

Looking in windowWhen I reached the store, I parked my car and walked up to the storefront. There were no lights on inside, and the front door was locked. I took my hand and tried to wipe away some of the grime from the window. When I peered inside, all I saw were empty shelves and overturned display cases. I gasped.

Wondering what was going on, I decided to go around to the back door. As I rounded the corner, I almost ran into two figures walking along the alleyway.

“Well, hello!”Met Crawford and Griff

I was startled to see Crawford and Griff. Crawford was an acquaintance whom I first knew as a repair technician. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/03/17/not-exactly-deja-vu-all-over-again/

Later, I had discovered Crawford was also a writer and member of the writers’ group Lost in the Words. He was the one who had directed me to Chris and Talia when one of my young neighbors caused a baffling problem. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/09/08/still-looking-for-answers/

“Hello!” I returned Crawford’s greeting with a smile.

Invitation 2“Are you here for the afternoon tea?” Crawford held up his invitation, a gilt-edged square embossed with black lettering.

“Yup.” I produced my own invitation, identical to his.

“Isn’t Dray with you?” Griff looked disappointed. Like my own characters, Griff had arrived in this world from the pages of a manuscript. He and Dragon were very taken with each other.

“No, she’s not.” I chewed on my lower lip while trying to decide how much to divulge. “She and my other friends are on a trip at the moment.”

“Oh.” Griff’s shoulders slumped.

Crawford reached out and patted Griff’s arm. “Well, we better go in. We don’t want to be late.” He reached out and opened the door.

afternoon teaInside, the room was bright and airy, with sunshine pouring in the windows. A nice afternoon tea had been set, but the room was otherwise empty. There was no sign of Chris or Talia.

Crawford looked at me and shrugged. “I guess it would be rude to start without our hostesses.”

I looked longingly at the delicious treats but nodded my agreement to Crawford. Suddenly I gasped.being watched at afternoon tea

“What is it?” Crawford turned to me.

I pointed. There on the wall, over one of the windows, a pair of eyes watched us.

Before Crawford could say anything, Griff grabbed both of us and turned us toward the opposite wall. Another pair of eyes peered from a wall motif.

second wall

When I turned toward one of the remaining walls, I almost screamed. It was covered with eyeballs.third wall

“What’s going on?” Crawford’s eyes were almost as wide as mine, his breathing almost as rapid.

“I wish I knew.”

What is going on? Why are there eyes, everywhere, watching us? Where are Chris and Talia? Hopefully, some answers will be forthcoming next week. Be sure to come back. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Eye’ll be Seeing You . . .

Eye’ll be Seeing You . . .

Bounty Hunter full body 2Still . . . very still . . . silent and motionless . . . barely breathing . . . watching and listening, always watching and listening . . . learning . . . evaluating . . . waiting . . . planning . . . using all the skills I have learned as a bounty hunter.Falling out of manuscript

My fellow accident victims – flesh-and-blood, sentient creatures who, like myself, supposedly fell out of the pages of a manuscript into an alien world – they have developed an unnatural attachment to and affection for the witch who is responsible for this accident, the one known as The Writer.

Me

At this moment, my fellow expatriates and I are on an illusory trip. It was at the suggestion of Dragon, who felt the witch . . . excuse me, Mistress Writer as the others insist on addressing her . . . who felt Mistress Writer and her spouse needed some time away from our company.

Empty conference roomFor more than a fortnight, we have been in the large room Mistress Writer calls the conference room. Of course, with her limited powers and minimal intellect, the witch is unaware of our presence. Dragon has cast a spell of concealment upon us.

While the others of my company are enjoying the diversion and amusement afforded by our illusory travels, I am barely aware of our unreal surroundings. I watch my companions and I listen to their conversations. I observe each one of them, trying to determine their allegiance and the motivation behind it.

Why would Dragon care if the witch . . . Mistress Writer . . . and her spouse need some time away from us? Why would Cleric worry that we have been an imposition? Why would the Old Dwarf care that the witch and her man are alone and vulnerable?

This witch is the creature who caused us to be ripped from our world, our lives, our purpose. This witch is the creature who caused us to be exiled in an alien world, never to return to the familiar. Why do my companions care about her and her spouse?

Shadow, not featherI watch and listen, too, to the witch. Many times now since our departure for this illusory trip, the witch has entered the conference room, looking for us. She appears worried. She has lamented our departure to her spouse, expressing concern over our extended absence and reflecting on the possibility of us not returning at all.

Why would she care? If we really hold any meaning for her, if we really hold a place in her heart, why did she not leave us where we were, in our own world, pursuing our own aspirations and goals? Why did she bring us here? For what purpose does she need us?

I will find out. I will uncover her motives and lay them bare for my fellow expatriates to see. And I will determine who among my companions share my feelings, upon whom among them I can depend to aid in my quest to return home.Bounty Hunter head shot

Still . . . very still . . . silent and motionless . . . barely breathing . . . watching and listening, always watching and listening . . . learning . . . evaluating . . . waiting . . . planning.

* * *

HesitatingI hesitated at the top of the stairs, fear holding me tightly in its grip. I had not been to my office since seeing a giant pair of eyes staring at me from my computer monitor. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/12/the-eyes-of-the-something-are-upon-me/

Eyes

Miles walked up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder. “Honey, you need to do some writing. You wanted to complete that article you’ve been researching and send it to the magazine while it’s still timely.”

I nodded and swallowed hard. “I know.”

“I’ll go with you and sit in your office while you work, if you think that will help.” He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

I shrugged. “Thanks. I really appreciate the offer, but I don’t know if it’ll help. It hasn’t helped at night. Even with you right there next to me, I haven’t slept well in the past two weeks, ever since I saw those eyes watching me from the bedroom ceiling.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/05/7507/

Being watched

Miles sighed. “I never thought I would say this, but I wish your characters were here. I think you’d feel better with Dragon and your Old Dwarf and the others here to protect you and to investigate whatever is behind these incidents.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Unless they’re the ones behind the incidents.”

Miles furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

I sighed. “Well, what if they’re the ones watching me? It started after they left for their illusory trip. First, it was just the feeling of someone watching me. Then I would catch movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, nothing was there. Then the eyes started appearing, first on the bedroom ceiling, then on my computer monitor.”

Miles scoffed. “Why would they be watching you? They’re probably having so much fun on their illusory trip, they haven’t even thought about either one of us since they left.”

I chewed on my lower lip, realizing the truth of what Miles said. Suddenly, another thought occurred to me. I grabbed my husband’s hands. “You don’t think they’re in trouble, do you? They might be trying to reach me for help!”

Miles tilted his head and rubbed his jaw. “I suppose that might be the case, but I don’t know what you could do for them if they did need help. If a fire-breathing dragon and a bunch of magic users can’t keep the group safe, how could you help?”

I sighed again. “I suppose you’re right.”

Miles stroked his chin and furrowed his brow. “You know, both times you’ve seen the eyes watching you, you’ve pretty much freaked out. If you see them again, maybe you could try to stay calm and ask whoever or whatever it is what they want.”

I smiled. “My calm, rational husband.” I gave him a quick peck on his cheek. “I’ll try, but you have no idea how frightening a huge pair of eyes can appear!”

Miles chuckled. “Well, that’s true, I don’t. Still, if I had seen the eyes, I don’t think I would have been as terrified as you were.”

“Honey?”

“What?”

“Now would be a good time to test your courage.”

Miles frowned. “What do you mean?”

I pointed at something behind him, and he turned around. There, on the opposite side of the living room, a disembodied pair of eyes was peering through the French doors at us.

Eyes watching from the door

What is going on? Who is watching us and why? Be sure to join us again next week as we try to deal with this disconcerting situation. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

The Eyes of the . . . SOMETHING . . . Are Upon Me?

The Eyes of the . . . SOMETHING . . . Are Upon Me?

Miles looked shocked. “I don’t think we need to do grocery shopping this week!”Gaping at full freezer

My husband and I were gaping at a giant chest freezer so full I doubted we could fit one more frozen hamburger in it. We had just finished checking out the refrigerator and the pantry, also bulging with foodstuff, fuller than I could remember seeing them in recent years.

Falling out of manuscriptDollar signs waving goodbye 3Ever since my characters had begun falling out of my manuscript to live in the real world with Miles and me, food had become a very large part of our budget – Miles often complained that we were headed for the poor house – and shopping for meals had become a very large part of our weekly schedules.

Grocery shopping

A Full FreezerI continued gaping at the freezer. “I guess not.” I raked my hand through my hair and frowned. “My characters are still on their illusory trip, so they evidently haven’t been eating here this week.”

MilesMiles turned to me, the emotions flickering across his face clearly showing concern warring with hope. “They’ve been gone a long time now. Are you sure they’re coming back? Maybe they found their way back into the manuscript. Or maybe they like wherever they went on their trip better than they liked living here with us.”

MeI sighed and chewed on my lower lip. I knew Miles would be happy if my characters disappeared and left us to enjoy a normal life, but they had given me no reason to believe they were leaving forever.

My characters had told my husband and me they were giving us a gift. They were going on an illusory trip to give my husband and me some time alone. But I had no idea where they were or when they would be back . . . or if they would be back. They had been gone the better part of a week now, and I was starting to worry.

“Honey?” Miles put his hand on my arm.

I sighed again. “Well, I don’t have any answers. I guess we just skip the grocery shopping until next week. We’ll see if they’re back by then.”

Need to clean the garageMiles nodded. “Well, if we don’t have to go grocery shopping today, maybe I can get the garage cleaned out. I’ve been trying to get that done for a while now, but there always seems to be other things that interrupt our schedule.”

Computer_keyboard“Yeah, there always seems to be something going on. With my characters gone, maybe I’ll be able get some writing done today.”

Feather in conference roomOn my way to my office I glanced into the conference room and stopped dead in my tracks. It stood empty now, as it had when I had looked there for my characters just a few days ago, but I noticed something new. On the floor under the window was a large, black feather.

Morcant's familiarMy mouth went dry, and my mind conjured the image of a large, milky-eyed grackle, the familiar of the most dangerous wizard any world had ever known. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/the-keys-part-4-the-mystery-resolved/

Shadow, not featherBut that’s impossible! I told myself. We eliminated the threat of Morcant years ago. I shook my head and crept cautiously over to examine the feather. I laughed. It wasn’t a feather at all, just a shadow on the floor.

Being watchedEver since my characters had departed for their illusory trip, I had been jumping at all sorts of shadows. I felt as if I was being watched, even thinking I caught movement out of the corner of my eye several times. Then, a few nights ago, I thought I had seen a huge pair of eyes watching me from the ceiling of my bedroom. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2020/01/05/7507/

It had taken Miles more than an hour to calm me down and convince me it had been just a dream. Still, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling of being watched.

146-computer-free-vector-clip-art-lI told myself to snap out of it, that it was all my imagination. I went to my office and sat down at my desk. I turned on the computer, and waited for the old machine to boot up, a process that seemed to take longer every day. I started daydreaming.

Where did they goI tried to picture my characters on their illusory trip. Where would they have gone? The mountains? The beach? Some fantasy world of their own design? Or perhaps Miles was right, and they were not on an illusory trip at all. Perhaps they had found their way back into the manuscript.

Did they go homeThey would be so happy back home. My Foreman and the lads would be back on the horse farm belonging to my Young Hero’s father, with its miles of white-washed fencing enclosing emerald green pastures. Sorceress would be back on the lush tropical island where her people lived in relative isolation. Dragon would be back in her beloved desert, basking in the vast, scorching sea of sand dunes with the jackals and scorpions, never needing to warm herself by her illusory fireplace. And the others? Where would the others be? And would any of them miss Miles and me? Would they even remember us?

I wiped a tear from my eye and dragged myself from my bitter-sweet musings and glanced over to see if the computer had finished booting up yet. I screamed. A pair of eyes filled the computer screen.

Eyes

Miles came running down the stairs and into the room. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

I pointed. Miles looked at the computer, then looked at me questioningly. The monitor displayed only my usual desktop, a picture of a Bald Eagle I had taken a few years ago, surrounded by various icons.

My computer monitor

I stammered. “B . . . b . . . but there was someone watching me! There was a pair of eyes on the monitor.” I was almost hysterical.

Am I imagining things, or is someone watching me? Will my characters return from their trip and help me investigate, or are they gone forever, back into the manuscript from which they fell, or in some illusory world they like better than this world? Be sure to come back and watch as this mystery unfolds. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Not a Good Way to Start the Year

Not a Good Way to Start the Year

Bounty Hunter full body 2It makes me most anxious to see what the coming year will bring. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/12/29/the-year-in-review/

Bah! What caused me to utter those words? Why should I care what the coming year brings? I daresay it will not bring me any closer to home.

*Sigh*

manuscriptI have been in this horrible place for nigh on four years now, reckoning by the measure of time used in this place. I first arrived in their month of March in their year 2016. Upon my arrival, I met others from my world. They explained to me that we were here through a mysterious accident. It seems we fell out of the pages of a manuscript. Yes, you heard me correctly. We – flesh-and-blood, sentient creatures – fell out of a manuscript. We slid off some parchment that had been inked with words and symbols, and landed here. Preposterous, I say!

The sorceress who created this manuscript makes wild, unbelievable assertions. She claims we – myself and my fellow victims of this accident – are living in two places at the same time. We are here, bumbling around in this foreign world, while at the same time – she claims – we are in our own world, continuing with the lives we were living when we were ripped from that world and trapped here. Again, I say preposterous!

original bounty hunterI have been here for nigh on four years. When I arrived, I was a pint-sized man of indeterminate age. I was leathery-skinned and bald as a billiard ball. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/how-did-i-get-here/
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Bounty Hunter full body 2Do I look small or bald to you? No, I thought not. I – like my fellow accident victims – have changed since arriving in this land. Dragon has changed color. Sorceress has changed species. The Old Dwarf is now a loyal, noble, principled being, hardly recognizable as the amoral, ego-centric, cunning creature he was in our world. I could continue, detailing the changes in each of my fellow expatriates, but I think I have made my point.

We are no longer what we were, what we should be, what – according to the sorceress who calls herself The Writer – we still are in our own world.

Me

TechnologyI do not know if having to live in, and adapt ourselves to, this world with its strange magic system known as technology has caused us to change, or if the changes have been the whim of The Writer, who continues to chronicle our lives, both in this world and in our own.

Bounty Hunter full bodyWhat I do know is I am the Bounty Hunter. My last memories of my life in my own world are of pursuing my prey. When I arrived here, I thought perhaps I had come of my own will, following my quarry, even though I had no memory of doing so. Alas, no. I am, like the others, here by accident. And The Writer has informed me in no uncertain words that in this world, I am not to pursue my objective.

So, what is a bounty hunter to do when he is no longer allowed to hunt his bounty? I have continued honing the skills needed for my profession in the hopes I will someday be able to return to it, either in this world or back in my own.

eavesdropping 2I practice my stealth. Many are the conversations I have overheard, completely unnoticed by The Writer or any of my companions. Many are the times I have followed one of my associates throughout an entire day without once being seen, either by my subject or by anyone else.practice weapon skill

I practice my weapons skills. I regularly parry with my comrades who are proficient in swordplay, and I continually sharpen my aim with my knife, often in the guise of a game.

busom buddiesI practice my subterfuge on many levels. Frequently, when in conversation, my companions know not that I am lying. Often, when challenging an opponent to a knife-throwing game, I intentionally lose, thus concealing my true weapons proficiency from them. I strive – with great difficulty and frequent failure – to comport myself in a mild manner, speaking softly and assuming a non-threatening stance. And no one suspects my true feelings toward my bosom buddy, the pretentious elf – not even the loathsome creature himself.

I practice my negotiation skills. I have lost count of the times I have gone to the defense of that pompous elf, justifying his actions to the other exiles, and even to The Writer, saving him from their wrath.

PatientI practice my patience. I continue to do my best to fit into this world. I listen without rancor to the prattling of my companions. I carry out the orders of The Writer and her spouse. I remain close to the elf and do his bidding. I do all this while biding my time.

Someday, somehow, I will once again be the Bounty Hunter in truth and not merely in name.

* * *

in officeAll morning long, I had had the feeling of being watched. It was unnerving. I kept looking up from my computer, expecting to see one of my characters at the door, ready to barge in and disturb me at my work. Each time I looked, there was no one at the door, although several times I swore I saw a quickly retreating shadow.

At lunch, Miles noticed how distracted I was. “Honey? Marge? Marge!spilled tea

“Huh?” Startled from my thoughts, I dropped my cup of tea, breaking the delicate porcelain vessel and splashing hot tea over the table.

As my husband rushed to grab a towel and help me clean up my mess, he gave me a look of concern. “Sweetheart, I’ve been talking to you, trying to get your attention, for the past five minutes. You’ve been a million miles away. What’s up?”

I took the towel from him and started sopping up the spilled tea, and he began sweeping up the shards of the broken cup. As we worked, I explained. “I’ve just had the feeling all morning that I’m being watched. Whenever I look up, there’s no one there. I don’t know if I’m being paranoid or if someone really is watching me, either physically or by some magic means.”

6-19-13 - Miles 001Miles frowned. “I don’t like the sounds of that. Do you think it could be someone from another world who has a grudge against you, like that evil wizard, what’s-his-name?”Morcant

“Morcant.” I shuddered, my eyes widened, and I could feel my mouth go dry. When I found my voice, I tried to reassure Miles. “No, no, no, no. It can’t be Morcant. We forever ended any threat from that depraved being more than three years ago.”

Miles sighed. “But was he the only one who held a grudge against you?”

I frowned and raked my hand through my hair. “I honestly don’t know.”

Miles took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Maybe you should talk to you characters. Maybe one of them knows something. Maybe it’s your Arrogant One, playing a prank again. Or maybe Sorceress is giving your Gypsy more lessons in scrying. There’s any number of possibilities.”

I nodded. “You’re right. I’ll talk to my characters.” I looked around, suddenly bewildered. “Wait. My characters! Why aren’t any of them here? They never miss a meal!”

Miles sighed and gave me a look of pity. “You really are stressed out over this. They told you yesterday they wouldn’t be around for a while. They’re giving us a treat – a few days to ourselves. Remember?”

I frowned, then sighed. “Oh, that’s right. They did tell me that. But do you know exactly where are they?”

Miles shrugged. “Dragon said something about taking an illusory trip. Maybe they’re in the conference room?”

I nodded. “I’ll look for them there after lunch.”

But when I opened the door to the conference room, no one was there.

Empty conference room

in officeI spent the rest of the afternoon in my office, trying to work, researching some facts for an article I was planning to write. I ended up jumping at shadows so often, I finally gave up and went back upstairs.

Miles took one look at me and shook his head. “Still feel like someone is watching you?”

I nodded.

Miles sighed. “You know, sweetheart, your characters gave us this gift of time alone. I think we should try to enjoy it. Why don’t we go out to dinner tonight, and then catch a movie?”

“Sounds like a great idea. Let’s go.” I gave my husband a warm smile and a big hug.

Woken by noiseBy the time we returned later that evening, I had forgotten all about my earlier discomfort. Then, in the middle of the night, a noise awakened me. I opened my eyes and thought I saw a shadow rushing out the door, which closed slowly behind the unsubstantial image. I jumped up, scrambled into my robe, and bolted into the hallway, but the corridor was completely empty. I made a quick search of the rest of the house but found nothing.

When I returned to bed, I couldn’t sleep. I lay there, tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. The only sound in the room was the steady rhythm of my husband’s breathing accompanied by the faint whoosh of his CPAP machine.

I looked at the clock. Morning was quickly approaching. As I rolled over once more, I glanced up toward the ceiling. There, a huge pair of eyes looked down at me.

Being watched

My scream echoed on and on.

 

Who or what is watching me? And why? When my characters return from their illusory trip, I shall have to enlist their help in uncovering whoever or whatever is behind this matter. Be sure to come back next week and see what we find. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

The Year in Review

The Year in Review

Dragon looks up from fireplace“The year in review?” Dragon opened one sleepy eye. She raised her head and gave me a curious look. “What is that?”

I wrinkled my brow. I thought it quite self-evident, but I shrugged and offered Dragon an explanation anyway. “It’s just a brief summary of the events of the past year.”

“Oh.” She went back to basking next to her illusory fireplace, curling up tightly, dropping her reptilian head onto her arms, and tucking her tail around her nose.

Arrogant OneMy Arrogant One shuddered. “Who in their right mind would want to dwell on the events of this year past?”

I shrugged. “Many people would. It’s fun to recall some of the good times we had.”

wish listeners“Not everyone had good times. This year did not start out well for some of us.” The elf’s usual smug, superior look was replaced by a pensive expression. “Do you not remember? At the end of the previous year, I had developed a problem controlling my power. At the start of this year, Dragon and I returned to the land of the Wish Listeners to search for the cause and – mayhap – a remedy for my affliction.”

My Arrogant One grasped his cloak and pulled it tight around himself. His voice was so soft I had to strain to hear him. “Dragon almost died there. And I almost abandoned her to her fate, shaming myself and dishonoring the elven race.” His face was pale, and he drew his cloak even tighter around his shivering body.

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Dragon raised her head again, studying the elf through heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, I remember that. The elf is right. It was not a good start to the year.” A small plume of black smoke drifted from her nostrils, underscoring her words.

Unicorn and dwarf 2My Old Dwarf walked over to Dragon and caressed her scaly face. “But thet you-nee-corn been tookin’ me ta tha udder world ta be savin’ ye, beastie. An’ tha elfie been doin’ right by ye in tha end, when it really been countin’ fer summat.”

Dragon considered this for a moment before nodding and resuming her basking.

bounty-hunterMy Bounty Hunter cleared his throat and nodded. “It was a long and frightening eight weeks. Those of us who remained here had no way of knowing where you were, what was happening, or if we would ever see you again.”

“There were a number of other frights and scares this past year.” My Young Hero blushed as he remembered. “I was beset by nightmares for a long spell.” He smiled warmly at me. “You helped me understand that even heroes can have nightmares.”

“Your fears were nothing compared to the terror I faced after meeting our young neighbor, Marisol. She quickly demonstrated not only the capability to see through my spell of concealment, but the capacity to see my true nature.” Dragon sat up again, dark smoke drifting from her nose.

Stu-04-NatGalSorceress entered the room as Dragon was speaking. She placed a tray of eggnog and Christmas cookies on the table, then turned to Dragon and nodded. “That was a frightening predicament for all of us. The child’s inexplicable ability may have revealed our existence to the inhabitants of this world beyond Mistress Writer and Master Miles.”

MilesTaking Marisol by the hand“Marisol and her mother, Bastina, were not the only new acquaintances this past year.” Miles helped himself to a glass of eggnog and a few cookies as he turned to me. “You and Dragon met that repairman who came out to fix the heat element in our rain gutters when we had a problem with the formation of ice dams. You remember him and his alleged griffin, don’t you?”Crawford and Griffin

“I assure you, Master Miles, there was nothing alleged about the griffon.” Dragon got a sappy look on her face, and her cheeks glowed bright red. “It was nice to meet someone who understood my nature and my presence here, and with whom I could communicate in the old ways of my race.”

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Miles gave me a questioning look.

“The griffin apparently arrived here much the same way Dragon and my other characters did – falling out of someone’s manuscript. And, according to Dragon, Griff has the ability to communicate telepathically, the same way the Great Wyrms of Dragon’s world communicate.”Dragon and Griffin

“Oh.” Miles furrowed his brow and nibbled another cookie as he digested this information.

CrawfordGriff2I nodded. “Yes, I had almost forgotten about meeting Crawford. He and his friend, Griff, proved themselves to be allies and valuable resources. After the meeting of the writers’ group Lost in the Words, Crawford directed us to Christine and Talia, the owners of the Chris-Tal Clear Metaphysical Store. He said they might be able to help us determine just what Marisol is and whence she gets her power.”

Dragon chuckled. “But getting Talia to help was most difficult. Christine had to exert a great deal of persuasion on her partner. Still, the spells the two ladies provided remedied the problem, and we remain undiscovered by most in this world. And Talia did say when Marisol is older, Talia can teach her, train her to use her power rather than be used by it.”

Foreman facing right closeup“We made another new friend this year as well.” My Foreman raised an eyebrow as he settled into the recliner with a glass of eggnog in his hand. “And a new enemy, mayhap?”Gypsy

“By friend, of course, you mean either Didi or Arthur.” My Gypsy waggled his eyebrows and smirked. “But whoever could be the enemy of whom you speak?”

My Foreman guffawed. “Arthur is no friend.” He turned to me. “Mistress, did not Crawford predict you had made a powerful enemy in Arthur?”

I sighed. “He did. I thought after Cleric had put Crawford’s mind at ease over the circumstances surrounding the death of his nephew, the danger he represented was over. But then Crawford apparently interfered with my Arrogant One’s magic, causing one of the elf’s spells to go awry.”

“Didi turned out to be a friend, though.” My Gypsy smiled broadly. “She wrote an excellent article on Colton and his new pony, Blue.”

“Blue!” Cleric exclaimed. “The therapy pony is another new friend we have made this year!” Her smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. “Of course, we lost a good friend when Colton’s first therapy pony, Peaches – who we knew as Mystery – passed away.”

We all nodded somberly.

Young hero 2“But not everything that happened this past year was bad or sad or frightening,” my Young Hero reminded us. “Because of your strong bond with Mystery, and your ability to communicate with animals, Cleric, we attended the auction and found Blue for Colton.”

Colton and Peaches 2John, Casey, and Old Blue 2My Gypsy agreed. “We helped them both deal with their depression over losing their closest friend – Colton had lost his pony, Peaches, and Blue had lost his owner, Casey. Later, after Colton and Blue were working well together, we got to enjoy a wonderful trail ride with them and Colton’s mom. Colton and I had another outstanding competition identifying birds. That blind boy can identify birds by sound better than most sighted people can identify them by visual observation! And then we had a delicious barbecue after the ride.”

“Ye dinna been toldin’ me there be a barbecue at thet trail ride.” My Old Dwarf frowned. “Iffins I been knowin’ thet, I been learnin’ how ta be ridin’, too!”

We all laughed.

camera for blog“The trail ride was not the only fun any of us had this past year.” My Bounty Hunter rejoined the conversation. “Do you not all remember the debate over magic versus technology? We all went on a nature hike and were afforded the opportunity to use Mistress Writer’s magic box that she calls a camera. The wildlife pictures taken by the magic users were no better than those taken by those of us unskilled in the arcane arts.”

ruby-ring2My Old Dwarf scoffed. “Aye, lad, but I already been ‘splainin thet ta all o’ ye. It do na be becausin’ anythin’ thet tha lass be callin’ tech-nol-o-gee. Tha magic box really be magic, but tha magic be in tha object, liken me old ring o takin’ me places.”

I leaned closer to Miles and explained, “He means his ring of transportation.”

“Aye, lass, me ring o trans-port-tatin’. Tha magic be in tha ring, so’s even non-magic folk kin be usin’ it, same as tha magic box ye all be callin’ a cam-er-ah, what holds tha magic inside it.” My Old Dwarf shook his head at our lack of understanding.

I laughed. “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on the technology issue.”

“That was not the only time we got to use the magic box . . . er, camera.” Cleric grinned.

“That’s right. We saw many different birds and animals when Mistress Writer took us on another nature hike at the beginning of summer, as well.” My Bounty Hunter smiled as he remembered. “Dragon had created illusory cameras for us, so we did not have to share. We all took a large number of photographs that day.”

“I remember.” I nodded and turned toward my Arrogant One. “And there was another time when you took some outstanding nature images, too.”

The elf flushed with pride and sat up a little taller.

“And when you and Master Miles were sick with pneumonia this past spring, Mistress Writer, I took a lot of pictures of the birds in your yard and on our deck to share with you after you recovered.” Cleric smiled at the memory.

“We should have taken pictures the previous month, when the weather was so bad, and all those robins were on the deck.” Dragon shivered as she remembered.

Cleric chuckled. “You were so fascinated by the robins, you shrank to the size of a housecat and climbed up on the back of the sofa to watch them.”

“The robins may have been the most numerous that day – I think there were almost a hundred on the deck – but they were not the only birds we saw,” my Gypsy recalled. “I think we identified 11 different species in the snow and ice, including two different hawks.”

“See?” My Young Hero grinned. “I told you not everything about this past year was bad or sad or frightening. We shared a lot of fun and good times as well.”

My Bounty Hunter nodded. “It makes me most anxious to see what the coming year will bring.”

We hope, dear readers, you have enjoyed following the adventures and misadventures of my little band of displaced characters this past year, and for all the years they have been creating chaos in this world. And we hope you will continue to join us in the coming year as we face whatever comes our way – good, bad, sad, or frightening. It will always be nicer for us if you come along and keep us company. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Happy New Year

‘Tis the Season for Cooperation

‘Tis the Season for Cooperation

Conference roomCleric stepped into the conference room, stopped dead, and gasped. Books, scrolls, parchments, and all manner of magical reference works were strewn about the large chamber. It looked as if a small tornado had torn through the area.

Following right on Cleric’s heels, Sorceress didn’t notice her friend had stopped. She plowed into her smaller companion, nearly knocking Cleric over. “Oof! Sorry! Did I injure you? Why did you stop so abruptly?”

Then Sorceress followed Cleric’s gaze. “Oh!” She looked about the room, her eyes growing big as saucers, her mouth agape. “Oh, my! What ever could have happened?”

Dragon pops upThe two companions jumped as Dragon’s reptilian head suddenly popped into view from behind a bookshelf, along with her leathery wings and scythe-like claws.

“Sorry. I did not mean to startle you. I have been trying to find a specific spell, and I seem to have misplaced it.”

“The spell you told Mistress Writer we would weave?” Sorceress paled.

Dragon nodded. “I have looked everywhere, but I cannot find it.” She frowned, smoke drifting from her snout. “I am fairly certain I remember it, but this is no time for fairly certain. I must be positive. We must use the correct components, combined in the prescribed manner, and we must enunciate the incantation flawlessly.”

“Indeed.” Sorceress pursed her lips. “A mistake could be disastrous.”

The three magic users turned their attention toward the door as two more characters entered the room, arguing loudly.

Gypsy and Arrogant One“If you had not been so eager to show off again, this never would have happened.” My Gypsy scowled at the other figure.

“I was not showing off. I was attempting to . . .” My Arrogant One’s voice trailed off, as he surveyed the formerly orderly room.

My Gypsy took a look and let out a long, low whistle. “Wow! What happened here? Did you attempt another spell, elf?”

The elf turned beet-red and his face contorted with anger. Before he could respond, however, Dragon interposed herself between the two figures. “Enough! There is no time for quibbling and squabbling. We have work to do.”

Dwarf“Work wot ye canna be doin’ iffins ye do na be havin’ the spell. Be ye findin’ it yet, beastie?” My Old Dwarf entered the room, munching on a sandwich, bits of food flying out of his mouth and lodging in his beard as he spoke.

My Arrogant One turned to face my Old Dwarf, looking down his nose at the old reprobate as he spoke. “You are totally disgusting. I have seen swine in their mud wallows exhibit better manners than do you!”

“An’ a good day ta ye, too, elfie.” The dwarf chuckled as he bit off another oversized mouthful of food.

“Do not call me elfie!”

“Ouch! I think you have outdone yourself this time, elf.” My Gypsy winced and rubbed at his ears. “I daresay dogs back in our own world are probably howling in pain at the pitch of your protestations!”

My Arrogant One opened his mouth to reply, but Dragon silenced him. “Enough! Any more bickering and the perpetrators will meet with a fiery end.” Dragon glared at the elf and the Gypsy.

Turning back toward the dwarf, Dragon sighed. “No, old friend, I have not found it yet.”

“It dinna be in yer hidey-box?”

Dragon finds spellDragon blinked. “Of course! Where else would I have placed it for safe-keeping?” The beast rushed toward her podium, shrinking as she ran. When she reached the podium, she squeezed herself into a small, hidden cubbyhole. When she emerged and returned to her previous height, she had a wooden puzzle box in her hand. Once she had manipulated the various pieces and opened the box, she extracted an ancient and fragile parchment. Scanning the piece, she smiled and nodded. “Yes, this is it.”

She turned toward her diminutive friend. “Dwarf, you will stand guard outside the door. Let no one enter. We must not be disturbed.”

The dwarf nodded once and took up his post, closing the door behind him.

Dragon and Arrogant OneDragon turned to the other magic users. “First, we must make certain we are alone, that no other entity is among us. We must also ensure that no spell has been cast by any magician that would compromise, change, or block our efforts here today. Once we have made those determinations, I will ward the room against entry and against eavesdropping, both mechanical and magical. Then and only then can we begin to weave this spell. It will take all of us, cooperating and sharing our abilities, to create this enchantment.” She glared at my Arrogant One. “Are you able to do this, to put aside your ego and ambition and cooperate with your fellow magic wielders?”

The elf turned beet-red again. “Of course, I can cooperate.” He looked as if he wanted to say more, but clamped his mouth shut and merely glared at Dragon and the others.

The beast narrowed her eyes and studied the elf for a few long moments. Finally, she nodded. “Very well. Then let us begin.”

* * *

While my Old Dwarf guarded the room where the magic users worked, my Foreman, my Bounty Hunter, and my Young Hero were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing with my husband his plans for this year’s Christmas Village.

Reviewing diagramsMiles passed some diagrams to the others. “See? This year will be different from past years. This year, I plan to keep the entire village confined to one half of the downstairs room but spread out over various levels.”

The other three nodded.

“And you require our assistance, Master Miles, in constructing your village?” My Young Hero examined the diagrams.

“Well, I suppose I could do it all myself, but I would appreciate any help you care to offer. I got the impression last year that you all enjoyed working on the holiday decorations with me.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2018/12/23/will-dragon-help/

“Oh, we did, sir, we did.” My Foreman furrowed his brow. “It is just that . . . well, last year we had the assistance of the others. This year, five of our company are in the conference room, trying to weave a spell of protection, so no outside magic can interfere with any they cast, as happened when someone interfered with the elf’s illusion on your neighbor’s house.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/12/08/the-what-is-missing/
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My Young Hero nodded. “Yes, and the dwarf stands guard for them. Without his muscle and their magic, it may take a bit more effort on our part.”

“I am sure it will take less effort for the four of us together than for poor Master Miles, were he to attempt it alone.” My Bounty Hunter took the diagrams from my Young Hero and nodded in approval at the plans.

“Very well.” My Foreman stood and extended his hand to Miles. “You can count on us, sir. When do we start?”

“First thing tomorrow morning.”

* * *

SickIt was three days later when Miles and I felt well enough to get out of bed. Cleric had been attending us through our sudden bout of illness, bringing us tea and broth at regular intervals, and wiping the sweat from our feverish brows.

At the breakfast table, Miles and I munched on toast and sipped tea as my characters sat quietly around the table, eying my husband and me with great concern.

When I finally felt strong enough to speak, I asked, “Were you able to weave the spell of protection?”

I addressed all my magic users, but it was Dragon who responded. “We were. It took us the entire day and well into the night, but we believe we were successful. Unfortunately, it is one of those spells whose failure is only revealed if someone succeeds in defeating it. Until such time, we can only hope we were successful. But did not Cleric explain all this to you already?”

I shrugged. “She may have, but I fear in my fevered state I was not comprehending or remembering.”

“Be tha two o’ ye feelin’ better now?” My Old Dwarf looked solicitously at Miles and me.

“We are.” I smiled, and Miles nodded in agreement.

“Then mayhap, sir, you feel well enough to accompany us downstairs?” My Arrogant One was being uncharacteristically polite.

Miles looked at him and nodded. “Sure.”

All my characters jumped up eagerly. Miles furrowed his brow and gave me an inquiring look, but I was just as curious as he.

Downstairs, my characters crowded around Miles, who gaped at the room. It had been transformed into a Christmas wonderland.

“We constructed the Christmas Village according to your designs, Master Miles.” My Young Hero looked shyly at Miles and shuffled one foot back and forth.

“An’ we been scatterin’ tha other holiday decorations aboot, too.” My Old Dwarf grinned.

“Do you like it?” My Gypsy eyed Miles nervously.

“We all . . . every one of us . . . cooperated to complete this for you while you and your good wife were ill.” One could not fail to notice the pride in my Arrogant One’s voice and bearing.lugged some large plastic bins

“I been doin’ tha heavy totin’, the fetchin’ o’ all tha decorations from yer storage closet.” My Old Dwarf’s chest puffed out.

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“I supervised and made sure we followed your master plan.” My Foreman held up the diagram Miles had created.

With my Gypsy and my Young Hero standing with him, my Bounty Hunter pointed at a number of the displays. “The lads and I set up the bulk of the layout.”

Dragon placed her one arm around Sorceress and her other arm around my Arrogant One. “We three did not set up as many of the displays as did the others, but we lent our magical talent to the exhibit. We animated several of the scenes. Your Santa and his mount move, your snowman really plays the piano, the fox and several of the other tree ornaments sing carols, your villagers walk down the ramp to the skating rink and ice skate, and your Abominable Snowman climbs the ladder and places the star atop the tree.”

 

Cleric looked at us nervously. “Although I am not of your faith, I am a cleric; therefore, I thought it appropriate that I set up the Nativity scene, the focus of your religious celebration.”

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Miles looked around at the work my characters had completed while he and I had been bed-ridden. His smile grew and grew as he inspected each section of the village, and then scrutinized the placement of the other decorations. Finally, he turned to my characters, anxiously awaiting his judgment. “It’s perfect! Thank you! Thank you all!”

My characters began whooping with joy. “Merry Christmas, Master Miles! Merry Christmas, Mistress Writer!”

And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you, dear readers, from Miles and me, and from my little band of displaced characters. We hope to see you here again next week. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

 

What Has That Elf Done Now?

What Has That Elf Done Now?

Arrogant One full body 2Gaping hole“Freeze, elf!”

I glared at my Arrogant One, who was trying to tip-toe past me unnoticed after I had seen the gaping hole in the ground where our next-door neighbor’s house should have been. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/12/08/the-what-is-missing/

The elf let out a strangled yelp, and sprinted down the steps and out the door.

dwarf“Be ye wantin’ me ta be fetchin’ tha elfie back fer ye, lass?” My Old Dwarf narrowed his eyes and slapped the flat of his axe into his open palm. His grizzled, unkempt beard could not quite hide his smirk.Bounty Hunter full body

My Bounty Hunter stepped in front of the dwarf. “No!” Turning toward me, he bowed slightly. “Milady, the elf meant no harm. Please allow me to speak with him. I am sure I can convince him to return . . . without the use of weapons or force.” The man glowered at the dwarf.

I shook my head. “Speed is of the essence. We don’t have time for polite discussion, nor for lengthy negotiations. My Old Dwarf will go after the elf. You stay here and explain things to me.”

My Old Dwarf nodded, pushed past my Bounty Hunter, and took off at a dead run.

“So, talk.” I frowned at my Bounty Hunter.

The man crossed his arms over his chest and remained silent, eyeing me sullenly.

Dragon looks out doorGaping hole“Yes, talk.” Dragon had walked to the French doors and looked through the glass. Her bemused expression told me I had not imagined the crater at the front of the next property. “I daresay we would all be interested in hearing the explanation behind this.”

The rest of my characters jumped up from the table and crowded around the doors, soup bowls in hand, eating as they gasped and gaped at the hole.

“What has that elf done now?” Sorceress tsk-tsked and shook her head.

“It looks like he blew up the neighbor’s house.” My Young Hero’s eyes grew big as saucers as he stared at the chasm.

“No.” My Gypsy scoffed. “Had he blown it up, there would be debris, or at the very least, singed grass around the edges of the hole.”

My Foreman craned his neck to see over the heads of the two lads. “Seems like a very thorough excavation.”

“But where is the house?” Cleric peered at the hole as if expecting the house to rise from the depths of the cavernous opening.

6-19-13 - Miles 001MeMiles joined us, handing me my bowl of soup while balancing his own bowl and a plate of bread and butter for the two of us. “I noticed it yesterday. Rather, I noticed yesterday that the house was gone. Since no one was running around the neighborhood screaming, and there were no police cars or fire engines out front, I figured the owners must have just moved the house. They have been talking for quite some time now about buying some land in the country. I thought they were going to build a brand-new house, but then, when their house here went missing, I just figured they changed their mind.”Moving a house

I furrowed my brow. “I never saw or heard anything out of the ordinary yesterday. I would think the moving of a house would entail a lot of noise and commotion. Why didn’t you say something when you first noticed it missing?”

Miles shrugged. “You were in your office, working on your writing. I didn’t want to disturb you. And, after all, a missing house didn’t seem like such a big deal compared to some of the things I’ve seen since your characters moved in.”

I ducked my head and grimaced, feeling the heat in my cheeks. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.” I turned to my Bounty Hunter. “So, judging by your assertion that the elf meant no harm, I surmise my Arrogant One must have had something to do with the missing house. Are you ready to enlighten us?”

My Bounty Hunter sighed. He started to speak, but then apparently changed his mind and clamped his mouth shut without a word.

Dwarf brings back elfA commotion at the front door drew everyone’s attention. Most of my characters tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to stifle their laughter as my Old Dwarf hauled my Arrogant One up the stairs by the scruff of his neck. The dwarf unceremoniously dumped the elf at my feet. “Here he be, lass. I be toldin’ ye I be fetchin’ ’em back fer ye right quick-like.”

My Arrogant One scrambled to his feet. He brushed himself off while glaring at my Old Dwarf. “I hardly think I deserved such manhandling. Surly that vile bantam could have requested me to return to the house without resorting to such coarse and brutal behavior!”

My Old Dwarf chuckled. “I did been askin’ ye ta come quietly, elfie, but ye been declinin’ me invite.”

“Do not call me elfie!”

Ah! The dulcet tone of my Arrogant One’s glass-shattering screech! It had been a long time since I last heard it. It took me a few moments of head shaking and ear rubbing to regain my hearing.

After recovering, I glared at my Arrogant One once more. “Talk.”

The elf drew himself up, rocked back on his heels, grasped his cloak with both hands, and sneered. “Just what would you have me say?”

Neighbor's houseI raised an eyebrow. “Suppose you tell me exactly what happened to our neighbors’ house.”

“House?” My Arrogant One fidgeted, shifting his weight from foot to foot while giving his fingernails a thorough inspection.

I could feel my patience waning quickly. “Stop playing dumb. What did you do to the house?”

“Why do you always assume I am responsible when something is amiss?” The elf’s whining was almost as annoying as his previous screeching.

“Because, as a rule, you are.” Dragon joined the conversation.

“Why do you not just tell them what happened?” My Bounty Hunter frowned at his comrade. “Mayhap they might help you.”

With a hang-dog face, my Arrogant One began to mumble an explanation. “I was just attempting to emulate one of your world’s great illusionists. The one who made some huge statue disappear.”

“David Copperfield? The Statue of Liberty?” I gaped at my Arrogant One. “I remember seeing that illusion on television back, oh, about 35 years ago or more. How did you ever learn of it?”Copperfield and Lady Liberty

Still mumbling, my Arrogant One replied. “Your magic box . . . er, computer. I was attempting to discover if your world had produced any notable illusionists. When I learned of this man’s feats, I decided to try a similar illusion.”

“So, it’s just an illusion?” I sighed in relief. “The house is really still there?”

I had to strain to hear the elf’s answer. “Errrr…we are not certain.”

“What?” I gaped at him. “What do you mean, not certain? Either the house is there or it’s not!”Neighbor's house disappearing2

My Bounty Hunter came to his friend’s rescue. “After the elf made the house disappear . . . er, appear to disappear . . . he was unable to end the illusion. We were going to examine the site where the house should be, but we were afraid that someone would see us.”

I waited for a further explanation, with my arms crossed over my chest, and my foot tapping in impatience.

“Well, if the house is still there, we did not want the occupants to see us standing there, as if we were peering in their window.” My Bounty Hunter ended with a shrug.

“Dinna it never been occurin’ ta ye thet ye could jus’ be disappearin’ yerselves an’ be takin’ a quick look-see?” My Old Dwarf chuckled at the hapless duo.

“Yes, that would seem logical.” Dragon raised a delicate eyebrow. “But then, considering of whom we speak, logic would not likely enter the equation.”

“We are right here.” My Arrogant One glared at Dragon. “You need not speak as if we were not; nor need you be so insulting.”

“Okay, let’s just skip the finger-pointing, the verbal barbs, and the bickering. Let’s just figure out what happened to the house.” I turned to my Arrogant One. “Make yourself invisible and go check it out.”

My Arrogant One lowered his eyes and shuffled one foot back and forth on the rug. “I would rather not.”

“Why not?” I could feel the vein in my temple start to throb.

“He does not want to risk further failure,” my Bounty Hunter explained.

Elf cleric close-upDragon tittered. “I can understand that.” She turned to me. “I will go, Mistress.”

Before I could answer her, she was gone. It was almost twenty minutes later when she reappeared.

“Well?”

Dragon furrowed her brow and chewed her lower lip for a moment before answering. “Well, Mistress, the good news is, it is just an illusion. The house remains as it should be.”

interfere“And the bad news?” I raised an eyebrow in quizzical fashion.

“The bad news is, I could not break the enchantment, either. It appears that some other magic user has interfered with the elf’s spell.”

“Another magic user?” I looked at Dragon, Sorceress, Cleric and my Gypsy, my only characters other than my Arrogant One with any ability in the arcane arts.

Art - leader - multi-genre (1)“It was none of us, Mistress.” Dragon twisted her mouth in a show of distaste. “If I am correct, our friend, Arthur, is involved.”

“Arthur?” I felt my jaw drop. “I had a feeling he might have some arcane ability. Crawford gave me a cryptic warning that I had made a dangerous enemy of Arthur.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/09/08/still-looking-for-answers/ I sighed. “But how did he find us, and what would be his purpose in messing up one of my Arrogant One’s illusions?”

“I know not how he located us, Mistress, nor could I speculate on his purpose. I do, however, suggest my fellow magic users and I study the threads of magic holding the illusion captive. Perhaps, together, we can remove Arthur’s spell, thus bringing your Arrogant One’s illusion to an end.”

I nodded, and the group of characters headed toward the door. “Do not worry, Mistress,” Dragon called back over her shoulder. “I will maintain a spell of concealment over us while we work.”

It was late that evening when my band of magic users returned to the kitchen for dinner, which the rest of us had eaten hours earlier. They dropped silently into their chairs, overcome with fatigue, barely able to deal with the task of eating.weave

I waited patiently while Dragon drained two cups of tea and half a bowl of leftover soup. Finally, she turned to me and gave me a weak smile. “It took a great deal of effort on our part . . . Arthur wove his magic tightly around the elf’s spell . . . but we finally separated the two magics and terminated the illusion.”

“Do you think he may do something like this again?”

Weave a new spell“I do not know, Mistress, but first thing tomorrow, my companions and I will start weaving a new spell of protection, one that will prevent any magic user, save the five of us, from casting any spells on your property, or from adding their magic to any spells we cast elsewhere.”

I nodded, but secretly wondered if Dragon and her companions were actually powerful enough to give us the protection we needed from Arthur, or any other magic user with inclinations toward either mischief or mayhem. It seemed such an impossible task! I sighed and hoped for the best as my exhausted characters wandered off to get some sleep.

 

How did Arthur find us? How did he know about my characters and their magic abilities? Why did he interfere with my Arrogant One’s spell? Was this somehow connected to our recent encounter with Arthur at Anna’s farm? Perhaps we will find the answers to these questions someday, but for now, I will be happy just knowing Dragon and the others are doing their best to keep us safe. Be sure to return next week for more of the adventures and misadventures of my little band of displaced characters. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.