Magical: The Sacred Book- Book One

Chapter II: Hale The Liberators

Leon and his father had arrived in town after leaving the countryside. The hardest part of leaving home, according to Leon, is seeing humans. Leon, because of his magical birth, possessed those characteristics. His keen hearing could pick up even the tiniest sound. As a result, a forest fairy with large ears wandering the marketplace's narrow, congested streets can be intimidating. There is also how to put the trinket on. Leon despised the sensation of being so helpless, of teetering on the edge of a perilous destiny. Leon was vivacious and outgoing at home, but shriveled and fell silent in Ravenhurst's town square. Magnus had to stop before entering the dark forest. Leon wished they could have taken a different path out of town and into the dark forests. Magnus had to oversee the regular jobs while Beatrice attended to her individual duties assigned by the king. The inspection of the servants who sold the apples from their family's orchard was one of them. Beatrice had a knack for growing apple trees. The Gresham's were renowned for their gleaming red and juicy apples, which they used to make the most delectable pies in Ravenhurst.

After only a brief journey, Leon found the family servants standing with barrels upon barrels of apples. When Leon saw the young women dressed in ragged clothes and dirt sticking to their flushed, tired faces, he felt a pang of guilt. Beatrice's job provided her with bags of coins, including the hard-earned money of honest employees who labored for every ounce of silver. Surely, by some conviction, a tiny tinder position in his mother's heart, she will repay the favor, at the very least, by offering decent clothing and good food for her staff. Leon respected his father's attitude toward the servants. Magnus stopped near the barrels. A gentle bearded face accompanied soft eyes as he gazed into the women's eyes. When it was his turn, Leon would treat the servants in the same manner.

"Good morning, ladies... Abigail, Nora, Mara," Magnus said gently. Behind the barrels, three ladies stood. Their looks were remarkably similar, with sandy hair hidden under bonnets, slim, broad-boned features, and enormous pale blue eyes. Leon knew they had to be sisters. The oldest had buck teeth, the second was plump, but the youngest was stunning. Abigail, the oldest, seemed to be the braver of the two.

"No worms, I hope?" Magnus inquired.

"Not a single one," Abigail said emphatically.

Nora, the hefty one, said, "Respected madam never allows worms."

"And if there were," Mara said, "we'd eat them." Leon had to keep his mouth shut as he imagined these sisters eating live worms.

Abigail dashed towards her sister Mara and jabbed her in the ribs. "You don't say such nonsense."

Nora smirked and shammed her with a pointing finger, "Abigail. I saw you eating one the other day."

Abigail appeared to object, her buck teeth showing in the air as she opened her mouth wide. "I might have eaten a few worms, but only for medicinal purposes."

Magnus was amused by the odd yet amusing squabble. He noticed his son's pleasant expression. While Magnus was inspecting the apples, the three servants were permitted to entertain Leon. Abigail huddled her sisters and whispered together as Magnus turned his attention to the apples. Leon found it odd, and he felt he caught a glimpse of their excited faces a few times. After a while, Nora and Mara turned their attention to two noblewomen dressed in blue and green casual garments and doll-like faces. Magnus knelt beside the apples, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"It's a pleasure to see you today, lordship."

Leon heard Abigail's melodic voice. At first, he thought she meant his father. Leon wasn't' unaccustomed to being treated in such a formal manner. That is before he saw her standing over him, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling brightness.