The Detective of the Dead

Book of Shadows

  Eventually, Leo Pewter's mom died because of heart attack. I take care the funeral because the boy can't do that alone. She was crying at me. Poor little boy. His dad died and now his mother too. 

"Don't worry, Leo. I'll fix the papers of custody for you." 

 "I'm a Celtic chief but I can't stop crying." he replied. 

 "It is because of your relationship and your fate. You are not just a chief now. You are a child. A child's faith and power is stronger than mine or the other adult." 

 He doesn't respond to my words. He is quite calmed now.I fixed the paper of the custody to prevent the orphanage from getting him. The court allowed me to take care of the boy. If I am going to work, Mrs. Hidalgo will supervise him.A day without work. The boy poked me while I am reading my newspaper and smoking my pipe. 

 "Can you teach me?" he asked. 

 "Of what?" 

 "On how to control myself." 

 "Just meditate!" 

 "Ah! But, how?" 

 I look him with disapproval. 

 "We will do hiking on the plains." 

 We went to the old castle located at the middle of the forest. The boy was tired so carried him on my back. 

 "Are we there yet? Where are we?" he asked. 

 "On our coven." 

 "It just a bunch of beautiful trees." 

 "You said in your past life that forest is our church." 

 "Of course!"I made two steps. The trees became a castle. 

 "Oh, a barrier and portal!" he cried. 

 "Yes, it is used to protect from ordinary humans and invaders. If you are not invited or the fate doesn't welcome you here, you can't see this place. This place was protected by nature spirits and by the law of the human because a member of this coven made a law that this land was a preserve." 

 He saw the old but beautiful castle with witches and wizards within. Some of them are training with spells and flying with dragons other creatures as mounts. 

 "Wow..." 

 "We don't fly with a broom. We fly with dragons, griffins..." I added. 

 "And why some people thought that we are flying with brooms?" the boy asked. 

 "Maybe they are drunk or ordinary people invented that. Maybe they saw a witch riding on a big stick insect or they saw an alien with a high tech gadget. Oh, before I forgot, here is your Book of Shadows." 

 I took out the old fashioned notebook from my pocket. 

 "No. That is for you. Take care of it." 

 "Thank you."