A small lake lapped the shore of a deserted campground. His aged body, clothed in an elegant attire of fine brown woolen trousers with a matching green jacket adorned with only small silver cuff links turned, noticing Lady Aluria not far off glancing around. He hadn’t been here for some time and even then it was only for a short while. This was where he had approached her, a young wide-eyed ten year old and asked her to learn to use her magic and to help fellow earth mages. No one had known then the impact she would have on Ilarsis nor the decision she must now make.
She was now in turmoil trying to decide whether to accept the position as his majesty’s seneschal leaving her family and normal life behind or go on to university and pursue a more normal life. There was also the fact that her parents were still oblivious to the fact of her being a respected and honoured sorceress or even the very existence of magic itself.
Aluria turned, her elegant clothing, a mix of leather and cloth spun into a shape befitting her attractive body, apt for fighting yet still elegant for status, headed towards her family’s cabin. Her feet picked their way over the field, as she picked up every forest sound by instinct, noting the unchanging shadow cast by her old mentor.
Within ten paces she came to a simple water pump. They had just been installed then. She bent down, feeling the handle noting all the bumps and chips that had appeared.
“Recalling fond memories?”
Aluria started, having forgotten her mentor in, indeed, the recalling of fond memories. She turned to him smiling, “Yes, it was an interesting first experiment with elemental magic.”
“I seem to recall you freezing the entire pump instead of merely the drops that escape.”
“I guess I did too good a job.”
He shook his head cocking a smile as she stood with a slight wrinkle touching her mouth, continuing onward, now with a slight spring to her step. The sun was bright with few clouds in the sky and the day was particularly warm for October. Memories flooded her mind as she looked up the path to a flat, long rock she had played on with her parents many years ago.
The cheery memory chilled her skin causing a few goosebumps to appear. She had barely talked to her parents in the last eight years. The space between them had been slowly widening throughout the years. The most communication now was through the notes and text messages from her mom, telling her they were going to be late and not to wait up or something like that. Hell, they probably haven’t even seen my report card in years. They just sign stuff without a second glance or question.
Aluria sighed, knowing the situation hopeless, finally realized where she had ended up. Through habit her legs had carried her back to her family’s cabin, locked and boarded up like a forgotten box stashed in the far corner of an attic.
“I take it this is your cabin?”
“Mmm…yes, my family’s cabin although we haven’t been up here since…..”
The un-spoken words hung in the air of the pungent silence. Finally, Aluria stepped onto the porch, whispered a small spell and headed through the boarded up door. Inside the air was musty and damp yet the place had the feeling of a time capsule, forever forgotten yet perfectly preserved.
Having lit a candle, Aluria walks through the entire cabin taking in every item in its place without disturbing the peace of the room. She finally noticed her mentor having followed her in, standing at the main chest of drawers covered with knick-knacks, photos and other miscellaneous items. Making her way over, she noticed that he was staring intently at a particular photo. Stepping nearer, she saw that it was a photo of her with her dad when she had caught a big trout. She had been eight, on her first true fishing trip at Tunkwa Lake with her dad. After an hour or so of sitting on the boat, her pole had started to wiggle. Aluria and her dad had fought that trout for a good five minutes before they had succeeded. Dad was beaming the entire way back and even after mom had gasped at the size. That fish didn’t taste the best though…. Didn’t the boat start leaking after that? Heh, maybe Dad had hit the fish with a tad too much force. Once he had gotten it repaired, we had all gone out. Heh, that was the trip when mom fell overboard. Well, apparently fell overboard although Dad did have on a mischievous smile when it happened…
Aluria picked up the photo and cleared off all the dust before setting it down again. She turned and started heading to the door. Her mentor raised an eyebrow.
“Where are you going?
“Home. It’s time to tell the truth.”