1000 years or more ago
I was born a fresh babe
Into the world I came
My mother's pride and joy
Now, I have grown
Old and wrinkled
I have lived my life
Several times over
I expected to die
With a bang
With a catastrophic event
Where winds would roar
And the seas would rise up
And lightening would crash to the earth
But there was nothing
There were no tears
No regrets in the eyes of my killer
For I was killed
I did not die of natural causes
I could not die of natural causes
And for this,
They killed me
Without a thought
Without a regret
Without a tear
I am dead
1000 years or more ago
I said it when Talbot first introduced me to Sheehan, and I still stand by my thought. There is something there. They are not just friends.
Of course, neither of them can actually see it. Talbot is convinced Sheehan sees him as a friend or like a brother. I don't know how he can't see that she is absolutely one hundred percent in love with him.
When Talbot leaves me with Sheehan and goes to do chores around her farm, Sheehan asks me questions about what he's like at home. She wants to know everything about him but she already knows more than I do. When I tell her that, she starts talking about these “sweet” things that Talbot has done. I always make her stop before she goes on about how handsome Talbot is. I mean, I have to live with the guy and pretend he's my brother, I just don't want to know these things.
And then Sheehan will ask me if Talbot ever asks about her. As if he could go a day without saying her name.
Honestly, he goes on and on about her when she's not there. Talbot has told me how pretty and kind Sheehan is. He waxes poetic about the way the sunlight shines on her hair or how her eyes sparkle when she laughs. It is borders on nauseating and sometimes crosses over.
One of these days, I'm going to lock them in a room together and tell them to go at it. Or maybe I should just tell Mamie and get her to do something about it. Then again, Mamie probably knows already. That woman doesn't miss a thing, unlike her son.
Aaron stood facing himself in the mirror. Brown eyes met brown eyes in a staring contest he couldn't win.
“I won't do it. I refuse to do it. If you try to make me, I'll go to the professor.” Aaron's voice wavered a bit as he spoke.
Closing his eyes, he tried again with a steadier voice. “I won't do it. You can't make me do it. I won't. I refuse. I will not break any more rules.”
“Excuse me?” Meghan said from the doorway.
Aaron turned to face her. “I won't do it.”
“You won't do what?”
“Break the rules. I refuse to break the rules with you anymore. I will not allow you to break the rules anymore either. You nearly killed those travellers with your storm and you hardly seem to care.”
Meghan's eyes narrowed as she glared at Aaron. “Who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do? You break the rules yourself, sneaking out at night with your girl.”
“Maybe so, but I don't endanger other people's lives.”
“No? That's not how I see it. And believe me, if you try to stop me from having fun, I will weave a tale so well about you that you'll believe it. So, if I were you, I would just let things be, because Aaron, you don't want me as an enemy.” Meghan turned and walked out of the room, leaving Aaron to think about which choice he would make.
When a knock came at the door, Mamie started. She placed her cup of cold tea on the table and walked over to the door to answer it.
“Why hello Tom,” she said with her usual cheery smile. “Whatever brings you here at this time of night?”
“I thought you might feel lonely in the house by yourself and I decided to come over to give you some company.” Tom shuffled his feet a bit and failed to look Mamie in the eye.
Smiling that knowing smile everyone has, Mamie said, “You know what? I am feeling lonely without my children. Company would be very welcome, won't you come in?”
Tom smiled and walked into the small cottage, allowing Mamie to shut the door.
“Would you like some tea?”
Mamie kept a close watch on Tom's face as she poured him a cup of tea. “Now, Tom, why don't you tell me the true reason you are here.”
Maire caught onto measuring the proper amounts very quickly. She could mix and pour all the ingredients to make the food.
The only thing Maire had a problem with, was knowing the difference between the ingredients. More than once, Maire ruined a dish because she confused the rosemary with the lavender; or parsnips with oregano.
“What in the world are you doing?” Wilfred stood up and dusted off before turning to help Merlin, who was still on the ground. “Honestly old man, I believe all this exertion has gone to your head.”
Merlin pointed past Wilfred into the clearing they had entered. “I think we have found what we are looking for.”
There, surrounded by weeds and rocks, was a small well which, if they were right, held the water of life.
The men made their way through the forest at a steady pace, slowing down only when the trail changed directions.
It wasn't long before they could hear the rushing water of the river. Looking at each other, the men ran toward the river.
They arrived just in time to see the river claim another victim.
Normally he would get so flustered he would wake up. But not tonight. Tonight he was going to dream out this dream and see what would happen.
Jack curled up beneath his blankets and willed himself to sleep.
A few moments later, he was woken up by Meghan knocking on the door. He tried to ignore her but when he didn't answer to her knocks, Meghan came in and pulled off his blankets.
“Meghan!” Jack said in a whispered tone. “What are you doing? I could have been naked for all you knew.”
“You, sleep naked? Jack, you and I both know that would never happen.” Meghan rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand. Pulling him out of bed, Meghan spoke again. “Besides, this is more important than that. I have something to show you which you will love.”
Jack shook his head. “No. I am not leaving this room. Do you know how much trouble we will be in if we are caught?”
“Oh please. Where is your sense of adventure?”
“Meghan, you and I both know I never had a sense of adventure.”
“Please come with me? You'll enjoy yourself. I know you will. All we are doing is going down to the library. That's it.” Meghan put on her best puppy dog face as she tried to talk Jack into joining her.
Jack resolved to stay firm. He was not going to leave with Meghan. He was not leaving his room.
Meghan started to whimper.
“No! I am not leaving. I am not... Oh alright. What is it you wanted to show me?”
Meghan led Jack through the school to the library. Motioning for him to remain quiet, Meghan led him through the aisles of books, stopping just before they reached the study area.
Moans filled the air and Jack's eyes widened in the realization of what people where doing in amongst his books.
“Who is that?” Jack asked, his eyes firmly staring away from the study area.
“It's Aaron and Diana. Apparently she has a thing for libraries, just like you.” Meghan turned to face Jack. “Oh come on, don't be a wuss. It's not like they're naked.”
Jack paled at the thought. “It sounds as if they soon will be.”
“Oh, don't worry. They won't foul up your precious books.” Meghan snickered. “I doubt Aaron would know how to anyway.”
“Oh no! Please, no! I do not wish to think about that.” Jack closed his eyes against the impending images.
Meghan grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the door of the library.
When they were in the hallway, far away from Aaron and his lady of the week, Jack turned on Meghan. “Why would you think I would like to see that! Not only were they fouling up my library but I doubt I will be able to look Aaron in the eyes ever again.”
Meghan burst out laughing. “Yes, but the look on your face was priceless.”
Jack glared at Meghan as she attempted to stop laughing. “Was that the only reason for you to bring me down here?”
Meghan shook her head and took a few deep breaths. After several false starts where she began laughing, she managed to get out. “I needed someone else to see what Aaron is getting up to. He has threatened to get me in trouble for the last time.”
“Why is Aaron threatening to get you in trouble? He's your friend. And while he and I complain about getting into trouble, we are usually there with you. Getting you in trouble would get him in trouble as well.”
“I doubt he cares anymore. But with this, he will be the only one getting in trouble.” Meghan shot Jack a triumphant smirk.
“I won't be a part of this plan. I refuse. Aaron is my friend as much as you are. I won't do it.”
Meghan rolled her eyes. “You don't have to do anything. This is just to make sure Aaron doesn't get us all in trouble. After all, if I get in trouble Jack, you get in trouble too.”
“Merlin?” Wilfred shrugged when there was no response. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out the papers he was in the process of reading through.
Wilfred was so involved in the whos and whys of experimental conjuring that he didn't notice when Merlin came in carrying a rather large package. That is, he failed to notice Merlin until the package was dropped on the paper he was currently reading.
“What is this?” Wilfred asked as he poked the package. “And why is it on my desk, Merlin?”
“It is a package that was sent to you from your family. Goodness knows why they would send something so large through the messenger system. It would have been easier for them to bring it themselves.” Merlin walked toward his on desk and began to pull out his translations.
Wilfred didn't move from his seat to open the package, nor did he go back to his work.
“Well, boy? Are you going to open it or sit there like a newborn?” Merlin's voice came from behind several sheets of paper.
When Wilfred failed to move or make any noise, Merlin put down his papers and walked over. “Child, there is nothing to fear from a package. You have seen me receive them many times. The only difference now is that the package is for you. Now, will you please open the package and assuage my curiosity?”
Wilfred seemed to snap out of his trance and slowly began to unwrap the package. First he untied the string and removed that. Then, he slowly unfolded the paper and opened it up. Lying beneath the paper was a beautiful journal bound in leather.
The leather journal remained empty for many years.
Occasionally, Wilfred would open up the journal and caress it's pages. He would fill a pen with ink and hold it over an empty page. But he always stopped before he wrote down anything.
Merlin was the one who came up with the idea. Wilfred just supplied the book to house the information.
It was simple really. Using spells and enchantments, create a store of information. The book would have to be sentient and able to grow in page number. And they would have to find a faster means of recording the information than merely writing it in, page by page.
Excitement grew as they made plans and found enchantments. If this worked. If this really worked, they would have access to all of the world's knowledge.
It took fifteen years of planning before they were ready to enchant Wilfred's leather journal.
It took another nine and a half years before they finished all the spells and enchantments.
After all that time spent on the journal, they felt it would be a shame to have to share this treasure trove of knowledge. They spent three years figuring out how to magically copy the journal without losing the enchantments.
To avoid confusion, it was decided the books would have different names and they would change the colour of the covers.
One book was to be coloured a very dark, almost black, brown. It was to be called the Leabhar de Oidhche. The other was to be coloured a very light brown and was to be called the Leabhar de Solas.
The only people around were the guards who patrolled the perimeter of the garden and they didn't make any sound. Wilfred was the only one who made any sound in his garden.
There were no birds singing. The wind seldom blew. There were no squirrels or cats or any other animals running through the bushes.
Every morning, Wilfred was alone in the silence, just the way he liked it.