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Magic has always been around us, unseen by most humans, it shows up in
literature as Fantasy, Tall Tales and Legends. Those who can wield magic
learned long ago that their numbers are small and are easily overwhelmed
by the non-magic users when there is a conflict between them. The stories
are used as cover by the magic using community to obscure and hide when
the conflicts becoming visible.
This story chronicles one of those conflicts, while it was between good
and evil magical forces. The resulting battles were large enough for non-
magic users to notice and in the process a new tall tale came into being.
Chapter 1 The Trap is Sprung
It was a Friday afternoon and Dylan's life was just getting back to a
level just below pure chaos, finally completing the move into his new
house, and addressing the 30 years of life that a family of five can
accumulate. The kids visited several time to take what they wanted,
Salvation Army and St. Vincent De Paul hauled off what they wanted, and
finally Take My Junk took the rest. Dylan still had enough stuff to fill
most of the rooms that he planned on using and in one of the bedrooms
went the boxes, which someday he would go through but not now.
Today was different, it was the first day of not living under the pall of
grief, two emotions drove him, the hope of a brighter future and a
lingering dread of the recent past. It seemed like he had finally passed
some stage of grieving and getting up this morning was a whole level
easier. Finally, it seemed as though whatever was feeding his mind on the
hopelessness of his situation was gone. Still, the love of his life was
gone; that emptiness had not changed, maybe the distraction of their
crazy dream of starting an Alpaca farm would be enough for now.
The setup in the house was sort of barebones 1980s bachelor pad but then
again it was always been Michelle's pleasure to decorate and set the
atmosphere for a home you wanted to nest in. Dylan had taken a quick
power nap after putting his finishing touches on setting up the last
room. He never heard the delivery truck that dropped off the non-descript
package sitting on his front porch. He noticed it while checking for the
mail. 'Hmmm no mail but this package shows up today.' Dylan thought it
was pretty strange as he was always getting something every day.
Picking up the package which was fairly light and whatever was in there
shifted to the one corner. Now that it was closer to his eyes, what he
thought was a mailing label had lots of small symbols and the words
"Dylan, please open me." With the item sliding around, his thoughts about
anything bad were minimized, so taking package to the desk in his office,
found a knife, and cut it open. In the box, was a green metal box with
more strange symbols and looking back on it now, Dylan realized that
something was compelling him to lift this strange green box out of
shipping box. Touching it resulted in a shock; still he persisted in
pulling the box out and put it on the desk.
The box had some goop on it, so Dylan rubbed it with a rag. BZZZZ-WAP! A
rising arc of electricity captured his attention and now a man was
standing in his office. He was dressed like lumberjack; he bested Dylan
in height, weight and overall physical condition, he was using a rather
large smile to keep Dylan calm. "Dylan, dang glad to meet you." He
reached out to shake Dylan's hand. Dylan paused for a second, and then
took the offered hand, he asked, "And you are?"
"Oscar, that's not relevant at this point, I am Djinn, and I promise I
come with good intentions, to do no harm and just frankly talk to you."
The robust hand shaking continued, Dylan was pretty sure Oscar believed
that he would bolt out of the house or go get a gun, and at this point
both were extremely viable options. The thought of overpowering Oscar was
fleeting; the brain came back with, 'That's not going to happen.'
Fortunately for both parties, Dylan's brain cycled back to 'what the hell
is going on here?' With no immediate answer forthcoming, Dylan stood
there frozen in place; it was not his greatest moment. Oscar continued,
"I'm really glad you're handling my sudden appearance so well, most
people freak."
"For what it's worth, my brain is still trying to catch up with my lying
eyes. Though for a Stage 3 colorectal cancer survivor, you are really
stressing my capacity to avoid soiling myself." Dylan thought, 'Okay I'll
humor him and see where this goes. I can always say no and maybe save my
arm before it falls off.' Dylan realized that the fight or flight reflex
was causing his heart rate and blood pressure into very dangerous numbers
and he really needed to take control of the situation.
"So... let's take this into my kitchen and talk. Do you want a beer...? I
really need one right now and I got some nice local craft beer chilling
in the refrigerator." Oscar finally stopped shaking hands, as Dylan's
eyes pointed towards their destination. "What's up with the Monty Python
lumberjack outfit or are you like me, stumped on what an Alpaca farmer
wears?"
Oscar chuckled. "I guess I should've looked in a mirror before I popped
in here. A yes on the beer, I'll take the Imperial Spruce Pilsner, you've
misplaced it on the lowest shelf in the back, right side."
Dylan looked back at him. "Are you showing off or is that what you really
want?" Not waiting for a reply, "So, you can read my thoughts or was the
beer giving off a Dylan lost me vibe?"
"I can catch superficial thoughts and yes I've been hoping to find it on
my visits here. My operational guidelines usually don't give me much
leeway and yes I am supposed to take whatever offered. Okay, I'll stop
reading your thoughts."
"Thank you." Dylan stuck his head into the refrigerator and spotted
Oscar's beer right where he said it would be. Dylan grabbed the beer and
another one for himself, "Do you want a glass or bottle?"
"Glass please. So, why I am here...? Would you believe you've got a wish
coming to you...? Don't give me that BS meter buried look. The truth is
in this cosmos, there are some beings that can pick-up the pain that
others are suffering and sometimes they're able to help ease it through
vessels like me."
So many thoughts ran though Dylan's mind, why me, danger, danger, danger,
too good to be true. He looked at Oscar and something struck him hard.
'Listen to him, what the hell do you have to lose at this point?'
"Okay, what makes you think I need that sort of help?" Dylan replied with
extreme cynicism while setting Oscar's beer and glass in front of him.
"Yes, I am a recent widower; I just moved to a farm that I have
absolutely no clue how to run, soon to be taking delivery on livestock
that I don't know how to take care of, and the hole in my heart, no make
that my soul seems to be growing every day." Dylan stopped, so he could
hold back the tears that he wanted to shed. 'Why can't I let them out,
I'm man and we don't do that, especially in front of another man.' "What
did I do deserve a wish?" Dylan's pain wracked his response.
Oscar struggled on how best answer. "I cannot answer it directly but I
can assure you that with my input, your wish can address most of what you
just told me. One of the things that I am trying to do, is give you hope
that there is a way forward and from there you can build on it with the
faith that there are better days coming with the promise of some speed
bumps along the way. It won't be easy."
Oscar stopped for a moment; he could see that he had Dylan's full
attention. "Remember when you first found out you had cancer, you knew
that it was bad but you had a strong belief that you were going to beat
it. You used that to have the faith to follow through with the Chemo-
Radiation therapy then with a strong conviction, you knew the life
changing surgery was no longer needed. Since then you've been cancer-
free. Think of this wish as an extension of that faith, I am just the
vessel of that hope which will feed your faith."
Dylan nodded in agreement. "And how big of wish do I get? I assume
solving world hunger is out, what about going back in time, do you get
some literary license...?" Dylan drained his first beer, he noticed
Oscar's beer was gone, Dylan asked, "Another one?"
"Yes, I'll have what you're having, correct on hunger, extremely bad idea
and I operate more on the literal side of things," Oscar replied. Dylan
started reaching into the refrigerator. "Mr. Blue Sky, a mighty tasty
beer, if I do say myself."
Three beers later for Dylan, they had worked out the wish. "I think I am
ready," looking at Oscar. He nodded for him to proceed. "I wish for a new
love of my life, who can help me realize the dream of this farm and be
young enough to enjoy it."
"So how young is young?" Oscar asked.
Dylan blurted out the words. "Surprise me!"
"Done!" as Oscar slammed the table.
"Waaa..it! I'm too late, right?" For some reason, Dylan blacked out at
this point. When he regained consciousness, it was dark; he was in his
own bed dressed for sleep. Dylan was very groggy; he was fishing around
for his phone to see what time it was.
In Dylan's head he could hear Oscar, '(It's 2:30 in the morning, your
body had the quite the shock, just go back to sleep and we'll catch-up in
the morning.)'
'That sounds like a very good idea.' Dylan yawned. 'Is a wish supposed to
feel like a flu shot, I am achy all over?' Dylan's head dropped back to
the pillow. Once again Oscar replied, '(Not really but it does wipe you
out physically sometimes with the type of wish you made.)'
'To be young again, that had to be it,' Dylan thought. 'I hope I'm not
going back to be a kid again.'
'(No, that's not going to happen, I wish it was that simple),' Oscar
sighed.
'Great,.' Dylan fell back into a deep sleep and the next time he opened
his eyes it was pretty bright outside. Nature was beckoning and Dylan
headed to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror first thing. "is that new
hair growing up there?" He leaned closer. "Yesss!" Dylan could see the
start of lots of brown hair between the few surviving gray hairs that
inhabited the top of his head. "My chin seems a bit tighter, looks like
I've lost a little weight." He stepped on the scale. "Four pounds, not
bad." Right then, his bladder reminded him of the real reason he was in
here. Dylan could smell coffee and hear somebody moving around in the
kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, Dylan spotted Oscar, who was just finishing up
some scramble eggs. "I thought you would take off after granting me my
wish." The confusion was showing on his face.
"Normally I do but I am taking a working vacation, you were excellent
host and I feel the need to reciprocate and help you get ready for the
transition to Alpaca farmer extraordinaire. We do need to discuss some
logistics and some other things too." Dylan grabbed a cup of coffee and
sat down at the table, the aroma of ham, onions, and scrambled eggs got
his stomach's attention and Dylan was pleased as punch that someone else
was doing the cooking.
Dylan was about to say something, when there harsh knocking on the back
door, and his nearest neighbor Bethany started yelling, "Dylan are you in
there? We need to talk now!"
"Crap, I was hoping for a little more time," Oscar mumbled.
Chapter 2 The Unicorn
Dylan went to let Bethany in, the look on Oscar's face worried Dylan;
Oscar had the look of someone who was going to get verbally blowtorched
and on a djinn who just granted you a life changing wish, it is not a
good look. As soon as Dylan twisted the door knob, the door flew open,
and a rather hot and bothered Bethany stormed right in.
Bethany staring directly at Oscar and holding out something that looked
like a small wreath of very fragrant flowers. "What is that thing still
doing in your home?" Bethany looked directly at Dylan, she stepped back,
the color drained from her face. "Oh my God what have you done?" Oscar
and Dylan both looked at each other like a couple of kids getting caught
by mom with hands in the proverbial cookie jar.
At this point Dylan did the only thing he could think of 'distract and
confuse' and see if he can diffuse the situation. "Well I am starving.
Bethany this is Oscar. Do we have enough eggs for Bethany? Bethany,
coffee, and if yes how do you take it?"
Dylan only met Bethany twice, once while checking out the property and
while he was moving in. Dylan started towards the cupboard for coffee
cups. Everybody else reacted with Oscar getting another plate for Bethany
and Bethany starting towards the table.
"I take it black and easy on the eggs for me Oscar, I already had a big
breakfast this morning. Oscar, I take it you had something to do with the
sudden uptick in magical energy and what have you done to Dylan?" They
all sat down at the table with Bethany and Dylan staring at Oscar.
"I was just getting around to that but what I tell you now stays between
the three of us for now. Dylan was under some sort of spell that
compelled him and his wife to buy this farm. Once he moved in, it started
a slow moving cascade of spells breaking down the barriers that kept in
check the huge reservoir of magical energy that permeates the land here."
"So how does Dylan moving here start the unraveling of the wards to
prevent the release of this massive reservoir of magical energy...? Did
you know he's the seventh son of a seventh son going back five
generations? They both shook our heads. "All five were twins with the
other the twin being a girl, all five are left handed, and all were born
on the Winter Solstice. Somebody went through a lot of trouble to make
that happen."
Dylan shook his head. "How did I not know this?"
"Simple, you were glamored to forget parts of your life, like your
birthday which was probably getting lost in the hub bub of Christmas."
"You never had a birthday celebration?" Bethany asked sadly.
"Not that I can recall," was Dylan's pathetic reply.
"Dylan, somebody has been using strong and powerful magic on you in a
very subtle way, in how you've lived and who you are. I strongly believe
your wife was murdered to put you into a funk, like the one I found you,
so that you would stay here.
The improbability of your existence is Unicorn like. Your extreme
uniqueness belies the fact that you are a living functional magical item
with the expressed capability, nay purpose of tapping into this magical
energy reserve like nothing else can. That being said, in the process of
doing that tapping you are opening it to every magical item and creature
for them to exploit it.
We also have reason to believe that it opens up pathways to several other
planes of existence. You cannot imagine how much potential chaos,
destruction and death was caused by your arrival to this area. I am sorry
that I have to dump all of this on you."
It was quiet for a moment. "Then I should leave immediately," Dylan said
with as much conviction as he could muster.
Oscar cut me off immediately. "It's too late, in fact it was too late
when I arrived, and that is why I had you make the wish the way you did.
I feel that in the long term, it will work out for you. You will find
love, make this farm a going concern, be young enough to enjoy it and set
in motion the means to have that future."
"In the process of making that wish, Bethany here picked up the increase
in the flow and came to investigate but her first try came to a
screeching halt, once she realized that I was in here with you." Bethany
nodded in agreement. "She went back to her house to craft a ward to
protect her from me.
Fortunately for all here involved, I am not that type of magical
creature, right church, wrong pew, I sit in the last row, and that only
affects really nice goodie two shoes. I am pretty amoral with slight lean
towards the good guys side." Oscar waited a moment to let that last
statement sink in before continuing.
"So when Bethany barged in here this morning and saw both of us, she
freaked that I am still here and one look at your aura screams 'Holy
Guacamole!,' and that leads us into Dylan's wish. The new love of your
life, they're coming, now is just not a good time.
The Alpaca farm, what you need to know is getting pumped into brain even
as we speak, my compatriots and I will provide the muscle and Bethany
will fill in with the practical knowledge, right?" Oscar waited for
Bethany to agree which she nodded in agreement.
"As for your age, I am dialing you back to about 24 with this caveat; you
had another 30 plus years to go on your prior path. That means I can
guarantee you making 55 barring any unforeseen circumstances like
accidents, going for Darwin award, you get my drift, after that you're
playing like you're in Game 7 Hockey overtime, except you can't win the
game.
Finally the surprise, Bethany I bind you to be silent on this one, in
Bethany's mind she heard, '(Aidan's got enough on his plate, beside we
have pool going for when he figures it out, care to join?)' "Dylan, part
of it is you get to learn how to do magic, the rest of your surprise will
become apparent over time. Bethany don't give me that look, Dylan is
going to need it big time.
I know I shot down the 'get the heck out of Dodge' pretty harshly, here's
why, Dylan is unknown entity, no one knows his strengths or weaknesses.
We got that working for us but whoever precipitated this event is not
going to let Dylan walk away; they will drag him back to make sure that
nothing stops the unwinding of the measures protecting this reservoir. So
we stay put, keep acting like everything is on track for them, we figure
out how to control the release and repel any attempt to grab this land."
Dylan looked at Oscar and Bethany. "So this is a holding action with no
retreat, is this going to be a big or small unit action, do we have any
help coming?"
"To the last man or person, no clue and yes we have some known help
coming with feelers out to some other sources."
"What about rendering the energy useless or diminishing its
effectiveness, what's our last resort?"
"It's too big, we don't know the replenishment rate, the fantasy solution
is putting new guards in place, and minimize/stop the flow."
"Is there anything to really indicate that whoever is behind this, is
acting in a nefarious way or is it pure speculation?"
"Nothing solid, though your wife's death was pretty suspicious, whoever
started this is playing the long game, incredible smart to find this
place and powerful enough to come up and make you their solution. Through
very discrete feelers and selective mind reading, we're pretty certain
those who you would consider to be good guys aren't even aware of this
place."
Oscar continued. "now for the real fun Catch-22, for Dylan to practice
magic he needs to use said source and that speeds up the process breaking
down of the existing guards. I am hoping this will work to our advantage
as our best guess is that Dylan can use as much as he wants.
First of all we hope to screw up their timing by speeding up the removal
of the barrier. Second and more important, this energy is attuned to
Dylan making it more efficient for him to use and has an affinity to flow
towards him, in other words it will always satisfy his needs first.
Bethany, I am hoping your grandmother taught you some really good wards
to conceal what we are planning to do here."
"She did, my problem has been the maintaining it, most of them are pretty
labor intensive and use lots of exotic materials. Wait, how do you know
that?"
"Oscar can read minds and apparently some telepathic capabilities, I
think if you ask him he has to stop, correct?" Dylan interjected.
"While I am not obliged to do so, if asked nicely, I will stop for a
while. Dylan, I'm betting you will be able to do the same thing; there is
something in your aura that shows you may have it. Bethany what other
types of wards did Granny teach you and what about potions?"
"For wards, mostly what she called mind your own business, pushes or what
I call Jedi mind tricks, and ain't nobody or nothing here. Most of her
potions were healing that handle physical, mental and spiritual needs,
plus some pretty lame love potions."
"That's good to know, I know what you were thinking earlier and I am
going to get this out of the way now, we are really going to need your
help and I would appreciate anything you can do for this coming storm. I
am not sure how I can repay at this point but I have a strong feeling
there's going to be a pretty special reward at the end." '(Now I'll ask
the real fun question, how good is your shape shifting and transformation
magic?)'
'(Both are good under the right circumstances, again duration is my
biggest issue as they both use a lot of energy to sustain them. Granny
told me my efficiencies were bad and if I could ever get them figured
out, I could basically do it for as long as I wanted to do it. I can use
my transformation powers on other people, easy stuff on a short term
basis.)'
Dylan looked at both of them. "So trading little secrets, eh?" They both
looked at him; the blush on Bethany's face confirmed it, along with
Oscar's smirk.
'(Busted, though I am sure if you ask Bethany nicely she will probably
share or show you.) Dylan was not sure if it was possible but Bethany's
blush went up a notch and spread to her upper chest area.
"You keep talking about my aura what's that all about and why is it so
jacked up?"
"The aura is the energy that surrounds each one of us; think of it as
your soul, it shows to those of us who can see it your current state in
the cosmos. In your case, you are in transition from a 62 to a 24 year
old person, that you're growing capable of wielding magic and somewhere
in there I see an Alpaca farmer. It is also shows the turmoil of what you
just learned, your loss, the reawakening of hope, and the dashes of
faith. Finally, for a lack of a better term, your Unicorn element which
is scrambling up everything, most of us have a fairly coherent one that
is easy to read, you... All I can say is my brain hurts when I look at
your aura. Bethany, do you have anything to add?"
"I see a really faint thread of magic running from him to another room.
Dylan, is it alright if I check it out?" Bethany was already walking out
of the kitchen.
"Yeah, I guess so, sorry for the mess." Dylan shrugged his shoulder at
Oscar and started following Bethany with Oscar in tow. They end up
outside his bedroom door. "In there?"
"Yep, right in here." Dylan nodded for her to go in. Bethany opened the
door, they all piled in, and she looked straight at the night stand.
"It's your watch Dylan, can you see it now Oscar? The thread seems a bit
more stronger and definitely has some dark vibes to it."
"Nothing, let's leave it alone and have Charles look at it. Dylan do not
touch it until we've had a chance to properly examine it. I would suggest
you sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. Okay, nothing like a stealth
magical item to feed the paranoia. We're going to need a full sweep the
house and the immediate grounds. Do you remember how you acquired the
watch?"
"Sort of, my wife and I got them as anniversary gifts from our kids
through a friend of the family, who for the life of me, I cannot
remember."
"Know that we know, somebody has put at least one item that is affecting
Dylan in close proximity. We're going to do a little search for other
magical things. Bethany, you seem to have a gift for spotting them and
since you know what some wards look like. I suggest you and I take a walk
around the immediate grounds. I will take the place of Dylan for this
recon. Dylan, I am going to ask you stay inside for now and to keep you
entertained, I got a video that I want you to watch and practice the
focus exercise that it contains. Can I please borrow your wedding ring?"
"I guess what do you need it for?" Dylan started to pull it off.
"It will be easier for me to show you."
"Okay." Dylan's curiosity piqued. He handed it over to Oscar. Oscar held
it for a moment and he then whispered something to it. The ring started
to glow and he slipped it on. The glow continued for a moment and then
stopped. Nothing happened for a moment, and then Oscar started to shrink,
his face melted for second, the hair started to thin out, and go gray.
Dylan blinked his eyes and he was looking at himself. Dylan smiled.
"Impressive."
Oscar pointed to Bethany. "Let's get ready, Dylan give us a minute and
meet us in the kitchen. It's okay now." Dylan walked into the kitchen and
the blinds were all closed. "Let me pop back into my home and grab a
couple of things for our tour." A small pop and he was gone.
Dylan looked at Bethany. "I bet that you weren't expecting to get
dragooned into something as wild as this today?"
Bethany couldn't make eye contact with Dylan for some reason and started
to reply. "I'm not sure, I had already made a promise to myself to help
my widower neighbor as much as I could and your wife reminded me so much
of my mom. I was really looking forward to doing mother-daughter stuff
with her. To borrow a phrase from Apocalypse Now 'But one look at you,
and I know it's going to be hot.' You're wondering where that came from,
well you can thank Granny for that piece of movie arcane.
Yes, your aura is hot mess, your drinking buddy is dragging us both into
something that's way over our heads and he's holding back info to both of
us. I knew when you made your wish; there was a serious spike of magic,
and since then levels coming from the area have increased noticeably. I
am seeing and feeling faint traces of the reservoir that he is talking
about. So on these points he is telling the truth but how did he know to
come here in the first place and it appears he has had some time to come
up with plan."
A small pop announced Oscar's return. "Okay we're just about ready to go,
here Bethany use these sunglasses. I am hoping they can enhance your
vision for spotting magical items, things that seem strange or out of
place. Dylan here's a tablet with your first lesson in magic and can you
step out the kitchen while we go outside, my gut is telling me that this
place is under some sort of observation and seeing two of you is going to
raise whoever's interest." Dylan moved to the hallway and listened to
Bethany and Oscar leave the house.
Dylan moved back into the kitchen and looked at the tablet that Oscar
left me. He noticed the video start button and pushed it. The opening
monologue lets you know R. Lee Emery's spirit lives on through a Djinn
named Delta, who was the instructor. That Dylan learned anything is still
open for debate.
Lesley
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