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Wizard in a Witchy World

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WIZARD IN A
WITCHY WORLD

 

 

JAMIE McFARLANE

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication / use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

 

 

 

Cover Artwork: Silviya Yordanova

 

 

 

Copyright © 2016 Jamie McFarlane

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1-943792-08-9

ISBN-13: 978-1-943792-08-5

 

 

RED

 

The delicate smell of perfume caught my attention just before a flash of red drew my eye. A pretty young woman opened the door to the bakery, looked my way and gave me an innocent smile before disappearing inside.

For a moment, time froze and my vision became clouded. In my mind's eye, this same girl was being chased by a wolf, calling my name for help. Her desperate cries tore at my soul, spurring my dream self into action. We hadn’t ever met, but in the vision, I felt a deep connection to this woman and knew I had to save her. Just as quickly as the vision came upon me, it vanished, leaving my heart racing. I shook my head and looked around, hoping no one witnessed my break with reality.

Picking up my e-reader from the black wire-meshed table where it had fallen, I tried desperately to lose myself in the story again, but my mind continued to wander. I'd only had a few visions in my life and they eventually all came to fruition exactly as I'd seen them. Unfortunately, that's nowhere near as helpful as you might expect. Without a date or some sort of context, I had no idea when or where this event would take place. Replaying the vision over and over, my mind searched for something more, but the dream faded, details slipping through my fingers as dreams are wont to do, leaving only fear, desperation and a hideous sense of foreboding.

It was weird. I'd only been in town a few weeks and my choice of Leotown was purely random, or so I thought, but that was the nature of my life. What I thought was random often turned out to be something entirely different. At least Leotown had an amazing bakery like Wheatfield's, I thought, as I finished the rest of my scone.

With renewed determination to concentrate on someone else’s chaos, I tipped my chair back onto the bakery's brick façade and took a swig of coffee. It wasn’t the best in town, but the scones more than made up for the coffee’s shortcomings. Geez, get going already, I thought, willing the author to introduce some sort of villainous character. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, reading would be a lost cause unless this guy picked up the pace.

The next thing I knew, a musky scent wafted across my senses. I hadn’t even gotten through the next paragraph. My highly sensitive nose is more of a burden than a gift. For the second time in as many minutes, I lifted my head and looked around. A shaggy, heavily-bearded man in rumpled clothing leaned against the brick building adjacent to the bakery. The Old Market District was hardly the place to come if you intended to be picky about smells. Now, where was I again? Damn my A.D.D.

The cheerful ding of bells attached to the bakery door made me sigh. It was the girl in the red jacket, carrying a bag that I was sure contained wonderful baked creations. I sarcastically checked myself. Yup, girl goes into bakery and buys baked goods. Certainly not out of the ordinary or the start of some dangerous journey. Yet a strange urge to take a deep breath and hold it, as if I was about to step forward and peer over the edge of a cliff, overcame me.

My life would have been much simpler if, at that moment, I’d just started reading again. It was irrational to feel protective toward a woman I had yet to meet. Some small part of me wondered if staying away from her would somehow prevent the danger I’d felt in the dream. My instincts, however, were on red alert. Something bothered me about the incongruity of Red and Shaggy. It further disturbed me that once she was past him, his head swiveled, tracking her. When she was a dozen yards away, he pushed away from the wall, looked around to see if anyone was watching and followed after her.

I gave him the same dozen yards. With my reading tablet safely stowed in my shoulder bag, I got up and followed along. They both turned the corner at Tenth Street. Too late, I slowed, nearly running over Shaggy while rounding the corner. He’d pulled up short and was using the shade of the building as camouflage. I’d already committed to the corner, so I walked on past him. Man, did he have a smell.

By the time I overtook her position, Red had slipped into a small gray sedan. I kept on walking, glancing back when I got to the next crosswalk. I paused by the stoplight and watched her drive off to prove to myself that she was safely on her way. I risked a look back at Shaggy and didn’t see him anywhere. For once, I was being too sensitive. I crossed the street again and headed back to the coffee shop. If I was fast, my coffee might still be on the table where I’d left it.

As I turned the corner, rough hands grabbed my shirt and pulled me in close. Shaggy had waited for me and we were face to face. His stink assaulted my nose and I placed my hand on his chest and pushed hard. I’m strong for my size - coming from farm country and having had plenty of manual labor in my past - but this guy wasn’t moving.

"Are you following me?" he asked gruffly, pulling me in closer.

There was something wrong. Maybe my eyes were watering from the stench, but I had difficulty focusing on his face.

"Back off," I said through clenched teeth.

I grabbed his wrist and released a small amount of energy from my thumb ring. It should have felt like a small taser jolt, which was usually enough to temporarily disable someone. The yelp and relaxed grip I’d expected, but the rest, not so much. For a moment, while the energy discharged into his wrist, Shaggy’s face became crystal clear. He transformed into a half-wolf-half-man creature, complete with long fur and pointy fangs, the pupils of his eyes yellow and bloodshot. In short, the worst possible thing I could imagine happening while being confronted on the street. Oh, how I’d look back on that day and wish that’s as deep as the rabbit hole went.

His face reverted back to what I would have to call ‘Normal Shaggy’ from now on, i.e. his human visage. His eyes told me he was not going to be forgiving about being zapped, but he seemed to take a moment to reassess the situation. I guessed he was simply trying to determine what level of violence to respond with. And yes, I was right. I really should have been more prepared as Normal Shaggy swung a fist into my gut. I doubled over and wheezed in pain. He followed up by smashing his other fist into the side of my head.

A shout from down the street warned him that others were taking an interest in our scuffle.

He leaned over and growled, "Don’t get involved, Slim, or next time I’ll rip off your head."

I felt sure he wasn’t speaking figuratively. He pushed, attempting to knock me to the ground, but I still had some pride and resisted. As he walked away, I stood up, using the side of the building to help me.

"Are you okay?" A middle-aged woman approached me with her phone on her ear. "I called the police. They’re sending an officer." She held her phone out to me.

I assured the dispatcher I was okay and didn’t need medical attention, but he asked me to stick around long enough to talk to the officers. A moment later, a police cruiser pulled up with lights flashing.

A young officer in a dark blue uniform exited the cruiser purposefully, adjusting his belt as he walked toward me. He eased into the conversation by introducing himself as Officer Alan Tuttle, writing my name in his notebook and asking if I needed medical attention. By that time, a second cruiser pulled up. I was pretty sure my situation didn’t warrant the extra attention. I’ve always had a knack for seeing through BS and Tuttle was on the level.

The second officer joined him, standing just behind his shoulder. "Mr. Slade, could you tell us what happened? Start from the top."

"Felix, if you don't mind," I said, allowing my mind a minute to work.

Tuttle just nodded, holding his pen over the small writing pad.

"I was drinking coffee at the bakery. I saw this guy follow a young woman after she left the shop. It seemed sketchy, so I followed them just to make sure she was okay. Long story short, the girl got in a car and took off and the guy figured out I’d been following him."

"Do you know this girl?" Tuttle asked.

"Not at all."

His questions were asked politely enough, but he was trying to establish whether Shaggy and I had any previous relationship. At some point, I either convinced him of the truth or he gave up.

"Very well, Mr. Slade ... Felix. I strongly recommend you avoid this man in the future. If you think of anything else, please give me a call." He handed me a business card and left.

As the cruisers pulled away, I knew I'd be disappointing Officer Tuttle. Shaggy was a werewolf and he was hunting that young woman. Even without my vision, it wasn't the sort of thing I could walk away from. I loped back past the bakery and jumped into my faded blue 1977 Ford pickup. I needed to get to my new lab if I wanted to have any chance of helping her.

I’d rented the top floor of Katherine Willoughby's home. A nicer old girl you’ve never met, and deaf as they come. The perfect landlady and the perfect setup for keeping a low profile – private apartment with an exterior staircase, alley parking and an empty garage. The apartment had been advertised as having two rooms and a small bathroom. In reality, there was a combined kitchen / den / library and an overflow library that some might otherwise call a bedroom.

I found the book I was looking for in my library and tucked it under my arm. There was wizard's work to be done and limited time to complete it.

My lab was set up in Mrs. Willoughby’s garage. She hadn't driven a vehicle in at least a decade and I needed a quiet place to work. The lab was enchanted with a glamour so if someone looked into it, they would see a normal, empty, dusty garage. The doors and windows were locked and I'd even gone to the trouble of enchanting the ground with a 'creepy feeling.' That's not the technical term, of course, but it's more descriptive than the eight syllable Latin phrase that describes the enchantment. Just a few tricks I liked to use to discourage visitors.

The bolt slid back after I waved my hand across the door handle. Kinetic manipulation was a particularly useful ability I'd discovered when I was younger and had become second nature.

Spells to pinpoint Shaggy’s location, say, on a map weren’t familiar to me, but I did know how to track him. As far as enchantments went, it was pretty straightforward. I placed a copper cauldron over a low flame. Ideally, the cauldron would be silver, but who can afford that? I then pulled out a preserved willow switch I’d collected the week before, bent the narrow end into a circle about the size of a saucer and tied it off with a leather cord.

With the cauldron heated, I added paraffin, mouse toes, moth wings, sulfur and a half dozen other items. The real power of an enchantment comes from the blood of the wizard. Coincidently, it was also the part that sucked the most. I hated slashing my finger - or any other part of my body for that matter - but, it’s who I am. With a sharp, ceramic knife, I drew a thin line across my right forefinger. Counting six drops of blood, I mixed and stirred the potion with the straight end of the willow switch, all the while chanting:

Aperi Fenestram Incantatum, Aperi Fenestram Incantatum, Aperi Fenestram Incantatum …

Energy welled up from the earth beneath my bare feet and transferred through my body, down the switch and into the crimson paste. Instinctively, I knew the spell had activated.

A two-foot square granite slab lay on my enchanter's table and I placed the magnifying-glass-shaped willow switch on its smooth surface. With my bare hands, I lifted the scalding hot cauldron from the flame and poured the contents over the rounded end of the switch, careful to completely fill the circle. Aside from cooling, my enchanted seer's glass was complete. As for my hands… that's an old enchanter's trick, hot and cold had little effect on them when I was working an enchantment.

It was midnight when I got back to the Old Market District. My chances of finding Shaggy’s trail seemed good. There was always a lot of helpful natural energy at this time of night anyway, but the boost from uninhibited bar-goers in the surrounding streets would add to it. High levels of energy in the present somehow made tracking remnants of the past a whole lot easier and I would take every advantage I could get.

All was quiet in front of the bakery. The spot where I’d initially observed Shaggy leaning against the brick still reeked of his energy, if not his actual smell.

I pulled the hardened seer's glass from my shoulder satchel and held it as one would hold a magnifying glass, scanning the area a few feet away. Initially, it was just as you would expect. The darkened building shone through the 'glass' portion of the device. The change occurred when I waved my hand from right to left over its surface. Slowly, at first, time through the glass rolled backward, light increasing within the circle until Shaggy appeared. I reversed my hand’s direction and swung the glass around to follow the path he took as he turned to walk down the street after Red.

The dimly lit street helped protect me from looking like a complete nutcase as I walked, waving my hand over a wax-covered willow switch. I paused for a moment when the phantom Shaggy took a whack at me. It made me dislike him further if that were possible. I traced his path to a motorcycle parked along the street. I’d need to get my truck if I wanted to keep following. I allowed time to move forward, stopping after Shaggy pulled out into the intersection. It would be easy enough to find him again.

Following the motorcycle out of the busy Old Market was an exercise in multi-tasking I was barely up to. The image in the seer's glass was starkly juxtaposed with my current reality – literally night and day, which was probably the only way I made it through. Traffic lights I was supposed to obey were not in sync with Shaggy’s and I found myself waiting almost too long to slam on the breaks at a few reds. More than once, I nearly ran into the back of another vehicle because my brain was focused on the wrong perspective. I also couldn’t stop my reflexes from firing when cars in the daylight came at me, even though I knew full-well they weren’t really there.

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