The Book, The Witches, and the Doorway (Fated Chronicles Book 1)

by Humphrey Quinn

  “You’re not wrong though,” Kay said. “Love them or not, if they are corrupted by their father, we won’t just lose them, we will lose everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve.”

  “So, what do we do? Just let things unfold?”

  “We’ll trust Amelia,” Kay said. “She’s not led us astray.”

  Milo turned and tossed his wife a sad smile. “You’re right,” he told her. “Amelia will know what to do.”

  Sebastien shifted in the back seat, digging in deeper to the slumber claiming him. But he'd heard everything. And yet still nothing. Always vague answers. He'd always known there were things he'd never been told. And it wasn't that he hadn't pieced some of these things together over time, but to hear the desperation and concern in his parent's voices only heightened his own.

  More importantly though, is that for the first time in his life, he questioned his job. His loyalty. His future.

  He hadn't a clue what awaited Meghan and Colin, but Sebastien was suddenly splintered by his need to help and protect them, and fulfill his duty at the same time. It felt like something big was coming. Change of the irreversible kind. A moment when he'd have to make a choice.

  That even though his family, Amelia, and others, had spent years protecting the twins from some yet unnamed evil, that even they didn't know if the twins were destined for good, or evil. And he'd always gotten the suspicion that Amelia had her own plans for the twins, but that was something she never spoke of in any great depth.

  He determined himself, his mind a haze of thought and exhaustion.

  Somehow, he'd fulfill his duty to both worlds, even if it killed him.

  By the time the twins neared the camp, the sun was beginning to fade. They lagged behind, mostly due to the fact that Meghan’s bootlace kept coming untied.

  “Oh come off it!” she grimaced. “It never does this.”

  Up ahead, Uncle Arnon rounded the entrance into the campground.

  “Don’t be too long,” he hollered back.

  Meghan stopped again to tie her bootlace. Colin waited for her.

  A branch snapped in the woods down the road a ways. Colin whirled around, searching cautiously. He saw nothing. They listened, but all was quiet.

  “Let’s go,” said Meghan. At the same moment, footsteps crunching on dead leaves echoed out of the woods. The twins hid behind a nearby tree trunk.

  “Probably someone hiking through,” thought Colin to his sister.

  “Yeah probably,” she thought back.

  Still, they stayed hidden.

  Down the dirt roadway, two shadows emerged from the pine thick and crossed the road, heading into the campground.

  “Weren’t they from the gypsy camp?” asked Colin, thinking he recognized the two men.

  “I think they are,” agreed Meghan. Wonder what they’re up to? “Let’s get a little closer,” she suggested in an excited whisper.

  “Really? Closer? I don’t think that is such a good idea, Sis.”

  She eyed him with her we are doing it whether you want to or not look.

  “Fine,” he conceded.

  “C’mon,” she encouraged. “We don’t want to take too long.” They did not take two steps, however, when two more people, this time definitely identifiable as men from the gypsy camp, walked out of the woods.

  CHAPTER 8

  Meghan grabbed Colin and they ducked into a ditch. This time, the two men stopped at the edge of the road and spoke to each other.

  “All precautions have been checked and double checked, Vian Sadorus, Sir. The schedule is set and we should be on time. Barring any unforeseen incidents, of course.” He glanced into the sky, looking apprehensive.

  “We are the last ones out, correct?” authoritatively questioned the one named Vian Sadorus. He was a fierce looking man that the twins recognized instantly, as he wore the same boisterous, too-warm-for-the-season coat.

  “Yes, Sir. We are the last out. Everyone else is back at camp, readying for departure.”

  The man named Sadorus nodded and the two crossed the road and disappeared through the woods toward their campsite.

  “Why would anyone leave the camp through the woods?” asked Colin, bewildered.

  Once the coast was clear, the twins dug themselves out of the ditch. As they wiped dead leaves and bugs off their clothes, Meghan eagerly stepped closer to the path the men had come from.

  “There is no way they are leaving through there. They must have been talking about preparations to leave, while on a hike or something.”

  “I don’t think so, Sis,” Colin retorted. “No hiking gear. Couldn’t have been going far, could they?”

  “You know, that’s true. Why don’t we walk in a little ways? See what’s in there.”

  “Uncle Arnon expects us home, we should get back,” he reasoned, wishing he had kept his mouth shut.

  “No weaseling. It will only take a sec. Like you said, it can’t be far.” She took off down the path.

  Colin knew he would never live it down if he went back to camp without her. Tentatively, he followed. After just a few steps down the path, the pine trees were so thick that no sun could filter through. It was as if the sun had suddenly set.

  “We better not get lost,” said Colin, nervously.

  “Shh. Use your inner voice, just in case.” Meghan said through her mind.

  “We better not get lost,” he repeated with his inner voice.

  This time Meghan ignored him.

  Fifty steps or so in they came to a small clearing where a fallen pine tree lay on the ground. Surprisingly, most of the needles were still a deep lively green, and intact, on the tree’s long limbs even though it gave off the impression of having fallen ages ago.

  “This cannot be where they were coming from,” muttered Meghan, noticing fresh footsteps circling the tree.

  “Inside voices please,” shot Colin to her silently.

  She scowled her reply.

  “The path ends here, as well as the footprints,” sent Colin.

  Upon closer inspection, they noticed the fallen tree had nine room-like spaces hidden amongst the draping branches. A few people could easily fit and hide inside each space at the same time. If they didn’t know better, they’d have guessed it was man made. They’d never seen a tree fall with such specific and similar room-like creations.

  “This would make an awesome fort,” mused Colin, accidentally out loud. He corrected the mistake before Meghan could remind him about inside voice. “You could throw a lot of snowballs from this hideout,” he added in his silent voice, while daydreaming of getting back at the camp bullies. Meghan did not let him linger in the daydream long.

  “We better get back, Uncle Arnon’s gonna worry if we don’t get home soon.”

  Colin frowned. He had just entered one of the rooms and started to climb through the tree. Meghan stepped inside and reached to seize his leg and pull him down, when overhead, they heard the distinct sound of heavy wings snapping against the air.

  A tremendous shadow cloaked what small streams of light were trickling through the clearing.

  The twins froze in position. Colin, clinging to a branch with one hand while sitting on one below, and Meghan, with her hand seizing his leg. Without moving, they tried to see what had landed.

  “I’ve never heard wings that large before,” sent Colin. Even his inner voice was shaky.

  Something hovered over the tree. Something with red eyes that blazed brightly in the darkness. Outside of their hidden tree room, a commanding swoosh and light thud brought them out of their frozen stupor. Whatever it was, it had landed!

  “I knew this was a bad idea,” Colin sent, with an, I told you so tone. Another pair of wings swooshed above, landing just a few feet away.

  Colin squeaked. Meghan yanked on his pant leg motioning for him to shut up!

  Whatever was outside the tree was walking the perimeter, repeating the twins’ movements from a few minutes before; which meant before long it would find their se
cret room!

  The red-eyed creature stopped and sniffed the air just like a dog. Colin held his breath, afraid he would give away their hiding spot if he opened his mouth.

  “Okay, I will never not listen to you again,” sent Meghan to her brother.

  Normally, Colin would have relished such a moment. Fear however, gripped the occasion as one of the creatures lunged to the top of a granite rock on the opposite side of the clearing.

  “Where is the other one?” sent Colin. They searched frantically, without moving their bodies, but could not see it.

  Finally, it joined the other, standing on the ground below the rock. From what the twins could see, the towering creature was hairless and gray skinned. And far too enormous for anything either of them had ever heard of before, other than fictional characters that Colin read about in books, or Meghan saw in movies.

  The wind picked up and the sky drew the two creatures’ attention. The one on the ground lifted off, hovering just a few feet in the air. This gave Meghan and Colin a much better view of the body.

  “What are they, Colin?” asked Meghan, stunned by what she was seeing.

  “If I had to guess… super jumbo sized… bats,” he stammered silently, into his sister’s mind.

  “There are no bats that large!” she argued. “How is this possible? It’s not!” she answered herself.

  Colin gulped, no reply forming. The wind picked up even more, blowing leaves and decaying debris off the ground, violently shaking the fallen tree. Luckily, the needles held fast and did not fall off, keeping the twins’ location to the intruders outside a secret.

  The wind died quite suddenly, and with its end, someone else arrived; someone appearing to be human, but disguised in a dark cloak. The cloaked figure spoke, but the voice was deep and distorted, making it impossible to tell if it was a man or woman.

  “Tonight, you will do what must be done,” the figure spoke. “At midnight they will come. You will wait until the time is right, and then you will strike!” At the word strike, both creatures lifted up their wings, which measured at least ten feet across, and let out a ferocious snarl.

  The creature on the rock sprung into the air, landing just a few feet from the twins. Their eyes popped open wide with disbelief and fear.

  The face of the creature resembled a wolf, with long knife-like fangs. The wings looked like a flexible sort of webbing, with hook-like fingers that curled and clicked against each other, attached to thin, but muscular, arms that extended at least two feet beyond the web-like wings. The bottom half of the creature appeared more human than animal, with the exception of the toenails, which were long and jagged like rusted, broken saw blades.

  Seeing them from behind, or at a distance, had been frightening and unbelievable enough, but up this close… the twins reacted by leaning back into the depths of the tree, wondering if they could somehow sneak through to the other side.

  “We need to get out of here,” Colin managed to croak.

  “How do you suggest we do that? There is no way we can outrun those things!”

  Colin had no ideas and shifted on the branch. As he did so, his new book fell out of his sweater. Meghan caught it before it landed, but the book opened in her hand. The pages glimmered slightly, like bright dust settling.

  “Did you see that?” she asked.

  “Let me have it.”

  “You want to read it, right now? When we are this close to having our heads chewed off by whatever those things are?”

  He grabbed it from her, making strange faces as he read. Meghan tried to tune in but his thoughts were incoherent.

  “I need to get down from this branch,” he sent her.

  Meghan took the book, closed it, laying it gently on the soft bed of pine below her feet, and carefully and quietly helped her brother out of the tree and onto solid ground.

  “Stay low, Sis. Less chance of catching that thing’s eye,” he said, sitting down, cross-legged. Meghan followed Colin, sinking to her knees.

  We should have been home ages ago! I hope Uncle Arnon doesn’t come looking for us. Colin’s heart raced madly after hearing her thoughts, the thought of their uncle happening unexpectedly upon these creatures filling him with dread.

  Outside the tree, the voice spoke threateningly.

  “Do not be seen, or heard, until the determined time!” The creatures were growling and clicking in a high-pitched screech, in what the twins could only assume meant agreement.

  Colin sat on the ground with his new book, Magicante, but the strange shimmering that had been there moments ago had disappeared.

  Another lofty breeze swept through the clearing setting off a chain reaction of events. First, this breeze sent the twins’ scent to their unaware captors, and second, the pages of the book began to flip back and forth, the leaves on each page shimmering as if golden sunlight were beaming onto each leaf. Thirdly, the pages of the Magicante stopped flipping and to twins’ surprise, words began forming on the leaf attached to the open page. It appeared in the form of fiery gold print.

  “If you are capable of reading this, then you obviously need my help. You must ask for what you need.”

  “For what we need,” repeated Colin.

  Meghan shook her head, still disbelieving what she was seeing.

  “Does it need to be specific?” Colin asked the book, trying to understand.

  “Look!” pointed Meghan.

  “Yes, of course specific. Since it appears you have no clue what you’re doing, I suppose I will have to give you an example.”

  “Kinda rude isn’t it,” humpfed Meghan, realizing what she was saying. “This is ridiculous! This is some kind of stupid joke book, Colin. We need a real, safe and fast way outta here and back to camp.”

  A new message appeared on the leaf.

  “That’s the ticket! Knew you would get there eventually. So if you two are ready?”

  Outside their hiding spot, the creatures were on the move, sniffing the air around the tree. The sniffing blended into growling and clicking noises, which the cloaked figure must have understood, as it swirled around, shouting angrily.

  “Not alone? Find them! FIND THEM NOW!”

  “I think we’re about to have company,” Colin spoke, his voice easily an octave higher than normal. In that same instant, a thought dawned on him. “Do you think these creatures are the ones scaring the gypsies?”

  “I somehow have a sneaking suspicion the answer is yes, but this is not the time, Col. We gotta get out a here!”

  “I think the book is our only option.”

  “What! Are you nuts?” asked Meghan. “You seriously think this book is going to just magically fly us away from here?” Her fury was near equal to her fear of the creatures discovering their hiding spot.

  “Maybe not, but do you see any other options?” Colin was not sure why he was defending the book. His gut told him to believe it. Ever since he could read, Colin had read book after book about magic. In fact, his uncle even encouraged his research on the subject, having given him numerous books on the topic himself.

  The creatures methodically searched each open cavern in the fallen pine tree, edging closer and closer to where the twins were hiding.

  “If this works,” said Meghan, “I will never call you Little Bro again.” She shook her head, her thoughts screaming, I cannot believe I’m doing this!

  Colin wanted desperately to relish his sister’s promise, but time was not on their side. The creatures were nearly upon them.

  “On the count of three then,” he sent to her. “We’ll say together, take us to camp.”

  “And when it doesn’t work?” she whimpered.

  He had no reply. There was no other way out.

  They held hands, each of them grasping the book.

  The creatures had reached their room now, clicking and growling as their wolf-like faces started to poke inside. Smelling, and then seeing the twins sitting on the ground, set off a fury of howling and screeching. The cloaked figure ord
ered them to back away and strode toward them.

  Here goes nothing! Colin thought to himself, unsure of whether anything would come out when he tried to speak. The twins jammed their eyes closed and counted.

  “One… two… three... TAKE US TO CAMP!”

  They kept their eyes shut, fully expecting to be yanked from their hiding spot and hurled into the air, or mauled by the ferocious fangs of the hideous creatures outside.

  All went quiet, neither twin breathed, and they kept their hands held together still gripping the book. The growls, clicking, and screeching howls were gone. All the twins could hear was music; guitars playing somewhere not too far away. Meghan was the first to open her eyes. She did so slowly, and just one at a time.

  “Holy crap!” she exhaled, hitting at her brother’s arm.

  He peeked through one eye, then the other.

  They were sitting on the ground, a few feet into the woods behind the Jacoby travel trailer. The music they were hearing was from the gypsy caravan.

  “I am…” Meghan could not finish the thought.

  “This is… ” Colin shook his head, unable to think of a word strong enough to describe how he was feeling. He opened the book, stroking the pages with a fond new reverence.

  To their further bewilderment, there was another message. However, this time the book spoke it.

  “Those tremendous votes of confidence might well be enough for me to give up all of this fun, and retire,” it stated rather snidely. The twins sat in utter disbelief again, their eyes glued to the book.

  “How… can… you… talk?” Meghan asked as if she were talking to someone who spoke another language and could not understand her.

  “I… will... not… answer... such… a… stupid… question!” the voice from the book retorted mockingly. It slammed itself shut, refusing to open again.

  “Great, you’ve insulted it,” said Colin.

  “Listen to yourself! How can I possibly insult a book?”

  “I don’t know, Sis. But only you could.”

  “At least we are home,” she said, standing up.

  “Uncle Arnon!” Colin remembered urgently. They sped to the trailer, where, to their relief, he lounged on the front steps. He did not look happy, but at least he had not followed them.