Caelob looked at the lady with nervous eyes.
"How so?" He asked.
The lady looked at him with a neutral face.
"I'm told you already summoned one of them, haven't you my child?"
Caelob looked at her, his heart sinking to his stomach.
"I-"
The lady raised her hand.
"This is my fault," she said. "I should have left that old scrap of pages a long time ago."
She opened the door to let Caelob in.
"Come child, I will rid you of your nuisance."
Caelob looked hesitant to walk in, but something told him to stay where he stood, he looked back in Faye's direction then back to the elderly woman.
"Thanks ma'am, but the fault is mine," he said. "I'm the one who stole your book in the first place."
She looked at him funny.
"Well surely you don't mean to stick with whatever you conjured up as your punishment boy."
Caelob looked at her funny.
"You mean, she didn't say?"
"You mickey moused your own imaginary friend and it probably doesn't even know or care what you say, you probably read it all wrong with those makeshift photos you took on that little phone of yours."
Caelob paused as he pulled out his phone.
"Right, let me take care of that sorry."
'She doesn't know, she didn't tell her. but why?'
He thought.
"What else is there to say?" She said. "She's just mad because I kept that thing for so long, as well as it falling into stranger hands obviously. But no good comes of it she says. I say it's not so but she argues the children need to find their own happiness, one that's real and not from some magic book."
"Well that's true," Caelob sighed.
"She makes it sound like I'm holding on to it.
"Are you?"
"Not really, not how she puts it."
Caelob gave some thought about what he wanted to ask from yesterday when she healed his leg.
"Remember what you said? About you making imaginary friends?"
"Sure somewhat."
"Did you ever have your own? Imaginary friend I mean, like something that made you want to hold on to it because now that you can't see them anymore this is what you have left of them. And so that children could have fun with them the way you had? Or possibly?"
There was silence.
"Something like that," she said. "That book you call it, used to belong to someone special. There were three of us that over looked it from the person that gave it to us, but now it's just me."
YOU ARE READING
A Declaration To The Feathered Imagination: Book 1
General FictionCaelob is by himself his last year of senior high. He takes advice from his younger brother to meet a mysterious Wiccan at his brother's school to make an imaginary friend. Seeing it very curious, he tries it himself, Only to summon an entity of mis...
