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As Mr. Daegon's eyes glanced over the crowd, he was pleased to see his plan had gone so smoothly. Watching as the villagers dispersed, some looking back anxiously still unsure of everything that was taking place.
"Is this really the right thing? I mean they're just kids!" Karen whispered to Sheryl as they left the town hall.
"Could they really do all of this?" She pressed in a hushed tone, wary of the riotous villagers.
"Something just doesn't seem right..." Karen drifted off in thought and worry.
"I agree it's all been so sudden, and didn't those people from before warn us about an incoming disaster?" Sheryl said, recalling the elderly warlocks.
"What if this wasn't their fault at all and ..." She suddenly thought, her eyes growing wide as she looked back at Karen.
"And what if it isn't? You don't think they can use their magic to produce something to this extent?" Daryl responded, stepping closer to his wife.
He shook his head, still in disbelief that not everyone saw these witches for the monsters they were. "If we don't take care of them now, what's to stop them from coming back and destroying everything just because we locked them up ?!"
Again Karen and Sheryl seemed to doubt themselves, but having remembered the magical visitors and their warning the suspicion in the back of their minds did not fade.
Daryl chuckled, placing an arm around his wife, "Don't worry about it, everything will be fine after tomorrow, we can start over with our livestock and clean the river and it will be like none of this ever happened."
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Mr. Daegon made his way back home, seeing his wife already asleep he made his way to Rodney's room.
Pausing for a moment outside the door he knocked, unlocking it to find his son still wide awake with dark eyes gazing back at him.
"Are they still alive?" Rodney questioned, the only thought on his mind was the wellbeing of Jared and Alysa.
"For the moment." His father said, letting the door shut behind him.
The room was dark, fitting for the time of night and tension in the air, only a single lamp on Rodney's nightstand provided some illumination into the somber atmosphere.
Rodney nodded looking out across the room, trying to keep calm.
"When then?" He asked, his eyes turning to the window and the few torches flickering in the midnight.
YOU ARE READING
The Visitor
FantasíaMagic exists everywhere in the world, in the distant town of Zil, people have forgotten about the magic that once freely flowed through their lands. That is until a traveler stops to visit and changes everything they thought they knew.
