Runaway

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

        “Zander, wake up son. We need to get some measurements.” A voice called to me through the dark realm of dreams. And I was honestly relieved to hear it.

        I’d been stuck in a horrible nightmare where I couldn’t get to Lezlai and she ended up as a zombie for the rest of her life, and had completely forgotten me.

        “Up, Zander!” the voice commanded again. I cracked one eye open and saw Robbie standing over me, right in my face.

        “YACK!” I shouted, falling out of my bed. Robbie stood and gave me a queer look.

        “Up, Zander. We have work to do. We need to get your measurements so we can get these cloaks made.” Robbie said. I stood slowly, my wound still making me a little dizzy. But Victory had been right. It’d only been a couple of days and my body was already feeling close to normal.

        “Who’s going to take my measurements?” I asked. A tall man walked into the room. He had no muscles, and he looked intelligent. Small, wire glasses were on his face and a bright smile beamed from between his lips.

        “I’d like you to meet Victory’s husband, Marcos.” Robbie introduced.

        “You’re Victory’s husband?” I asked. He looked quite a bit older, but that didn’t seem to faze him. He smiled down at me,

        “That I am.” He said and I instantly liked his voice. It was warm and deep, and I could’ve sworn that I heard the whole house sigh at his words. Suddenly I got why Victory liked the guy. “Please stand.” I stood in front of him and he started to measure me with a small measuring tape.

        “How do you know how to make the cloaks of Python Bart?” I asked curiously as Marcos bent over to measure my height.

        “Python Bart hired me only about a month ago to make all of his cloaks. Let’s just say that I’ve become very good at making his style of cloak.” Marcos winked at me and I liked him even more.

        “Oh Marcos, your soup is ready when you are.” Victory stuck her head into the room.

        “All right, sugar bottom.” He grinned at her and she blushed, receding back into the hallway. I decided then and there I would never in my life resort to calling Lezlai ‘sugar bottom’. She would just be Lezlai. “All right. I shall have these made in no time. You just sit tight son, let that wound heal.” Marcos left the room and entered another. I could hear scissors clipping only moments later.

        “So, I’m assuming you don’t want to stay in that bed anymore.” Robbie commented dryly.

        “Heck no.” I answered, grinning. “Give me some work to do, please! Before I go insane!”

        “All right son. Let’s get you back on your boat, and you can help clean it a little bit. But nothing too hard.” Robbie answered.

        “Of course not, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I grinned, excitement filling me.

        I soon found myself mopping the decks of the Marigold. It wasn’t hard work, but it was still work. I was up and I was moving and that was really all that counted.

        I stopped, leaning against the mop. I stared out at the sunset. I wondered what Lezlai was doing. I wondered what Belle and the twins were doing. And I even wondered what my own family was doing. I imagined that Aylin would have graduated to the castle witch, and Morgana was probably watching her student proudly. I wondered if Morgana thought of me, and if she still smiled as bright as she had before.