She was not preparing for school.
Or to play with her friends.
Playing was no longer permitted in Bedgewood Harbor. In fact, very little was permitted.
“Morning, Mom,” she spoke softly as she entered the kitchen.
“Oh, good morning, dear. Breakfast is on the table. I’ve just brought your father his.”
Mireya did not respond. She knew her mother would not give up. She also knew that if she looked right now, her father would be in the same spot he had been in since her brother’s death. And that he would not have touched a bite of his food.
“I’ll eat later,” Mireya told her. “Can’t be late, you know.”
Sheila Mochrie threw her daughter a wide, blank smile. “Have a good day, dear.”
Mireya shook her head as she put on the thick coat. Both my parents have completely checked out...
In a way, she could not blame them. It was easier than dealing with their son’s death. It was much easier than dealing with the manner in which he died. It was also much easier than dealing with the current conditions of the island.
Before leaving, she stopped to say an obligatory goodbye to her father. It always gave her a start to see him now. His face was sunken in. His eyes glazed over, staring endlessly out a window, for what, she did not know.
“I’m leaving now. Bye, Dad.”
He did not respond to her. Not even a movement in her direction. Her dad has just vanished, deep inside himself, somewhere out of her reach.
Irving Mochrie might have been strict with her brother, she’d seen it a hundred times. Sometimes overly so, but she never doubted, especially now, how much he had loved his son. He just wasn’t good at showing it. And now, it was too late.
For some reason Mireya could not get Jae out of her thoughts today. It would lead nowhere good, to dwell on what she could not change.
She had chosen to remember Jae for the good brother he had been, and nothing more. She missed him. Now more than ever. Now that her parents had checked out, now that Ivan was gone, now that Jae was gone, now that Meghan and Colin Jacoby had gone... her once vibrant household had been reduced to a shadow of its former self.
Mireya left her father and stood at the front door. She was not permitted to leave until 9:01am, and she had to be at her destination by 9:15am. This left a few long minutes for her mind to keep wandering. She was almost glad it was a workday; she needed to keep busy.
It made her sick to think of that first day after her brother’s death. After Juliska Blackwell had killed Garner and Ravana, in the process revealing that she had created the Scratchers. Juliska ordered an attack on that first day, against her own people.
Mireya was not sure in the end how many Svoda had died or how many had been taken prisoner.
Many prisoners were released a few days later, after the Stripers had arrived. Adults were put under house arrest. They were not permitted to leave their homes. Ever.
School was permanently canceled. Businesses closed.
Children under the age of sixteen were the only ones permitted to leave their houses and that was to work. Each had been given a specific job in order to keep the island operational.
The worst part though, were the sessions.
Each Svoda, no matter how young or old, had to attend mandatory sessions in that first week. One by one, they were lined up and taken to the school building; only it wasn’t a school anymore.
The Stripers had used magic to change the school, turning the classrooms into prison cells. In these cells, Svoda were subjected to a magic she, nor anyone on the island, knew little about.
Mazuruk stones. Nicknamed Mazy Stones.
Mireya had studied the war behind the stones, but as the stones were believed extinct, that is where the lesson ended.
No information about how to destroy them.
Nothing about any way to combat their use.
Or how long it took the stones to completely drain someone’s magic.
Now, not one member of the Svoda was strong enough to perform any sort of respectable magic. They still had the capability of using magic, if their magical strength could be renewed.
This didn’t happen though.
Each member of the Svoda was required to go through a session twice each week. Stripers would fetch them and drag them away to the prison, only to leave hours later, weak and unable to use magic.
Even Mireya was smart enough to know this meant the Stripers were storing up magic. Treating the Svoda like food, to feed the stones.
Why? No one knew for sure.
Only that Juliska Blackwell was behind it.
Sessions were the only valid reason anyone over the age of sixteen was permitted to leave their homes. At all other times they were under house arrest.
If someone over sixteen did need to leave for any reason, they were escorted the entire way by a member of the Striper guard. Only children between the ages of seven and sixteen were permitted to leave, and that was for only one purpose, to go to work.
The moment for Mireya to leave her house arrived. She stepped outside, sucking in her first breath of frosty morning air.
Her friend, Joseph, should come up along side her any second, the one bright spot in her day. He lived just a few houses down from her and they walked together to work each morning now.
He sidled up alongside her and mouthed hello, tossing her a feeble smile. They did not speak. It was not forbidden, but no one dared talk about much anymore.
They walked side by side, in silence, towards Juliska Blackwell’s old home, the one she had stayed in when they’d first arrived back on the island.
This was where she and Joseph worked. Her job was in the kitchen preparing and delivering food to each home on the island. It was an endless job. Each day they prepped and delivered food to a specific zone on the island. There were four zones, so each house was delivered food once every four days. In the mornings, they prepped, and in the afternoons, they delivered. Sometimes deliveries took them late into the evening.
A scream stopped them in their tracks.
A sinister shadow jetted over their heads.
They ducked, backing away until they hit a fence and could go no further. They huddled in front of the fence, Joseph grasping Mireya’s hand, holding it firmly in his.
Neither took a breath as the shadow lowered, a Scratcher peeling out of the dark clouds hovering over the island. It thudded to the ground just feet in front of them, wings outstretched, threatening to close its wings around a woman running wildly down the middle of the street.
“I won’t go!” she shouted hysterically. “I won’t go.”
The Scratcher lurched forward, gnashing its wolf-like teeth.
The woman screamed again, tripping over the edge of a cobblestone. She sobbed, just lying in the street.
The Scratcher clicked its raptor like toenails on the cobblestone, letting out unnerving shrieks as the Striper guard caught up to the woman. They dragged her to her feet, holding her up by each of her arms. They were about to take her away when another Striper materialized seemingly from nowhere.
It was KarNavan. Their leader.
The Svoda had yet to see Juliska Blackwell step foot onto the island since her initial takeover. However, KarNavan made it clear that when he appeared, or spoke, it was by her order and command.
KarNavan never walked down the street and appeared. Like today, he preferred to materialize as if coming from nowhere.
The fact that the Stripers could blend in with any background was just as frightening as the Scratchers looming ominously overhead.
Their chameleon-like ability allowed Stripers to pop out from anywhere, at any moment. And the point was emphasized almost daily, to remind the Svoda that no matter where they were, they could be watched at any time. Another reason to be careful when speaking.
“Wait,” KarNavan ordered his guards.
They halted, waiting for him to approach.
“What is your name?” the lead
er asked the woman, unkindly.
“Mary,” she squeaked in reply.
“Mary Mary Mary. Do you have any idea what the penalty is for running away from a session?”
She did not reply. A far away look covered her eyes and she lowered her head, accepting whatever was to happen.
“Sessions are law, Mary,” he spoke loud enough that anyone within earshot could hear. “And the penalty for violating this law is to have magic stripped from you. Drained. Sucked out. You’ll join the other prisoners, Mary.”
She was hauled away to the old school, the new prison.
“Get to work,” someone suddenly shouted at Mireya and Joseph.
“C’mon,” Joseph whispered, encouraging Mireya.
They ignored the woman as she was dragged by, hurrying along to work. A short while later, they stepped inside Juliska’s old house and directly into the kitchen, where other youngsters were just starting work as well.
The boss of the kitchen was pulling an apron over her towering frame and barking out orders.
“Morning, Daveena,” said Joseph, upon seeing her.
“Yeah, morning,” added Mireya, although with less enthusiasm.
Daveena nodded back, approaching them. “Heard someone tried to run. Anyone die?”
They shook their heads no.
Joseph added in a low voice, “New prisoner.”
Daveena nodded again and returned to barking orders. She was a gal of few words, but Mireya had come to enjoy her company these last weeks. She could not believe she was saying that. Just weeks ago she would have run the other way if she’d seen Daveena Troast coming her way, but now, they were almost friends. At least as friendly as this place allowed.
“Where do you need me today?” Joseph asked Daveena.
“Rations just delivered. Everyone’s putting together sacks for delivery. You can both help me with the baking.” There was a slight questioning rise in her tone.
They followed her into the baking area.
Joseph took off his coat and offered to hang Mireya’s as well. He was a taller, lanky kind of boy. A year older than Mireya and she had only met him a few months ago, when his group had returned and he had started school again.
“My coat came in very handy with the cold weather this morning,” said Mireya.
Joseph added, “Boots too.” He glanced around, weary someone might be spying and added, “Feels like it might snow.” He wanted the conversation to sound as normal and mundane as possible.
However, Daveena’s mouth turned in the tiniest of smiles. She had gotten her question answered. The three set to work making large batches of dough.
She kept the other youngsters busy outside the baking area. Only herself, Joseph and Mireya were allowed. She claimed it was to keep any of them from burning themselves on the hot ovens. However, most worked in other parts of the kitchen using sharp knives and woodstoves, things that children their ages should not be using. Or at the very least, needed adult supervision to use.
As it turned out, Daveena had a natural gift for making bread.
Who knew a talented baker was hiding inside the rough and tough, Daveen Troast?
She also had another knack; for hiding things inside the loaves of bread. Under the guise of baking, no on ever noticed when she accidentally dropped something into the dough.
They spent the morning baking loaf after loaf.
Conversations were kept light. Guards came inside periodically to check on them and continually made rounds encircling the house.
Daveena always kept a steaming loaf near the front of the kitchen; this kept the guard from venturing too deeply inside. The smell of freshly baked bread always stopped them in their tracks. Even the Stripers could not resist a freshly baked loaf.
It did not make them any nicer.
But it did keep their eyes from lingering too long on things Daveena, Mireya and Joseph did not want them to see.
In the early afternoon, a cart pulled up in front of Juliska’s old house, the new makeshift kitchen, and parked itself a few feet from the front doors. It was pulled by a horse, and driven by one of the Striper guardsmen.
Daveena ordered the youngsters to start loading up the cart. One by one, they grabbed hold of the burlap food sacks and took them outside. Two of the children hopped up into the cart, gently stacking the sacks as they were hoisted up.
Daveena herself brought up three sacks that were noted as special delivery sacks. They were going to the new prison to feed the prisoners. She also had a fourth sack marked for the guards at the prison; it contained a few loaves of fresh bread. The heat made the sacks warm to the touch. She shoved it underneath the others to keep it that way.
The cart operator blew out impatient grunts as he waited for the loading to finish. After awhile he jumped down off the cart shouting for them to hurry up. He rounded the corner and came face to face with Daveena. Her height equaled his.
She just stared into his eyes, as if to egg him on and dare her to get angry. He grunted something under his breath but backed off, huffing and puffing his way back to his seat atop the cart.
Not too long after, the ration-sacks were loaded and ready for delivery. Inside each sack was just enough food for each house it was being delivered to. Just enough.
Mireya guessed that was the point.
There may have been a new prison, but in reality, they were all prisoners. And were given only what they needed to stay alive. Only what was needed to keep them strong enough for the Stripers and Juliska Blackwell to feed off their magic.
Before the cart pulled out, Daveena barked orders to the youngsters that would remain behind. They would need to clean up the mess created by that mornings prepping, in order to do it all again the next day.
Only three made the deliveries.
Daveena. Mireya. And Joseph.
The cart pulled away, with Mireya steadying herself inside the back of it, while Daveena and Joseph walked alongside it. They stopped just a few feet later. Mireya handed each of them a sack and Daveena and Joseph stepped up to a front door, knocked and then left the sack.
They were not permitted to wait for someone to answer the door.
They were not permitted to speak to anyone that came to the door.
This went on for hours, until finally, they reached the final stop of the evening. The prison. A guard met them just outside the oversized double doors. The one thing they had left the same: the life-like statues of the Scratchers.
Mireya, Joseph and Daveena each grabbed hold of a sack.
Daveena also grabbed the extra sack of loaves meant for the guards. It was not really warm any longer, but still fresh.
Mireya let out a soft groan. Not just because she was tired from the long day, but also because a snowflake fell, melting on her nose. It wasn’t bad enough that it was cold, and that the sun never came out over the island anymore. And that when they looked up to see if the clouds were lifting, all they saw were the silhouettes of the Scratchers, flying high overhead amongst those dark clouds. Now there would also be snow to trudge through as they made their deliveries.
“Maybe we’ll luck out,” whispered Joseph. “First snow rarely sticks.”
“Luck, what’s that?” Mireya replied in a sarcastic tone.
“Just saying,” he replied.
She couldn’t help but cast a smile at his attempt at enthusiasm. They marched up the stairs and underneath the statuesque Scratchers, into the prison.
They could not help but stop and stare after stepping through the doors. The newest prisoner, the woman from the street earlier that morning, was being dragged down the hallway to join the rest of the prisoners. She was barely conscious.
The three youngsters followed before anyone could notice them gawking. They had no choice but to do so, it was where they needed to go to make their final delivery of the day.
Rooms that at one time held classes were now session rooms.
And at the end of the hall, where once they had a gym large eno
ugh for school gatherings, was now the general prison. At the backside of the prison was a small courtyard, made out of what had once been a playground.
The prisoners were permitted to be anywhere they wanted inside the large cell, indoors or outdoors, but most were stationary, trying to reserve their strength, too weak to bother moving around.
In just over a week’s time, a trial was to be held, which all Svoda were required to attend. During which, the youngsters assumed that each prisoner would be found guilty of treason to Juliska Blackwell.
As for their punishment, one could only guess what she had in store.
Most of the prisoners had been here since the first days of the takeover. Most for crimes they did not commit. Or because they had caused a ruckus and refused to give in to Jukliska in those first days. Many had just plain been confused and had no idea what was really happening until they had been dropped into the prison cell and heard the tales about Garner and Ravana Sadorus and Jae Mochrie.
Everybody was clear as to what was happening now.
A couple of the prisoners waited near the front of the prison, where they could see the youngsters’ arrival. They were not permitted to speak to them, but were searching for any information they could pass on, with a look or a movement, about their families or children.
Mireya looked up to see the face of Dr. Stamm peering through an iron wall. His eyes begged to know if his son Oliver, was okay. She knew without him voicing the words. What else would he want to know? He had no wife. Only a son. He looked terribly sad.
Mireya tossed him a quick smile, meant to indicate, Oliver is okay.
Was he really? She had no idea. Oliver lived in a different zone and did not work in the kitchen, so she never saw him.
The doctor closed his eyes and walked away.
Mireya was okay with lying.
It was unsettling to see a grown man cry.
And what good would it do? If Oliver was not okay, what were any of them to rush out and do about it?
One prisoner had been selected to meet the children and take the food. He was responsible for rationing it out to his fellow prisoners. The youngsters didn’t know his name. He looked to be around forty and had a scar on his left cheek; it started just under his eye and reached his chin.
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