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Chapter 5 Day 2
Breakfast and Lunch were light, Dylan found very little on the Happy
Brothers and the trip into town was cut short by his need to take another
zombie nap. Bethany asked Oscar if Dylan was alright and he told her that
this was to be expected. They were able to get some of the items needed
for the Alpacas; the rest of it should arrive at the farm in the next
couple of days. Bethany and Oscar did some food shopping and picked up
some items to make more wards, while Dylan napped.
They also found out the realtor had taken the trailer to her place to
keep it out of the hands of the prior owners kids. While they were
talking to her they mentioned Happy Brother, her answer seemed canned,
and that's when both noticed that something was hiding in her aura. So
they had another mystery on our hands.
On the way home, Dylan could barely hear Bethany and Oscar talking about
regardless of the emergency, no more stealing in our own backyard.
Bethany told Oscar, she will figure out how to get some replacements for
the pilfered items and she would appreciate if he could sneak the stuff
back.
Dylan was awake by then and was about to ask them about pilfered items,
when Bethany asked about locks of hair from Vampires and Werewolves.
"Let's just say I used up a few favors, good news for us is that we're
still on the right side of the ledger with both of them." Oscar turned
towards Dylan. "Hey sleepy head, I forgot to ask but what's with the
hat?"
"More hair came in and the surviving gray ones look rather silly. As you
can see the side hair is definitely changing from grey to several shades
of brown. I lost another 10 pounds, great, the funny thing is all my
clothes still fit. Hey I am going to look like my 24 year old self, can
we tweak somethings, I assuming all of my medical issues will go away and
I'll have a clean bill of health, right?"
Oscar looked over at Bethany for a second, then Dylan, "as to what you
are going to look like, that's a work in progress as I am trying to fit a
narrative here. You're going to be your own offspring, the youngest child
of Michelle and Aidan Moore, who will take over running the farm, when
you disappear chasing a mail order bride in Miami. It was always expected
for you to help your parents, especially now with your widower father as
he struggles to make a go of it.
Medically speaking, you'll be in primo shape, though I do hope that you
do a better job this time around. So, go easy on the BBQ, layoff the
bacon and no mystery meats. I don't think you have to worry too much
about exercise while you stay on the farm.
The plan is to confuse the watch surveillance by having Dylan chase a new
love; we have been exchanging correspondence with a Sister of the Djinn
posing as a Chinese mail order bride in Miami who's just become
available. Someone posing as you will take the watch and truck down there
to meet said bride at a hotel.
You, the watch and truck will fall off the grid and eventually parts of
your truck show up in a chop shop and the watch will pop up in pawn shop.
You will be out of the area while this is going on and bring back the
truck modified to have an updated look, different registration, new VIN.
This way we get the watch out of the house, we give everyone a plausible
explanation to your disappearance and introduce the newly minted
offspring. Bethany can introduce the new you to the community. We still
have one problem."
Dylan spoke, "Let me guess, my hot mess aura, right?" Oscar nodded yes
and continued, "The amount of magic needed to obscure your aura, cannot
be sustained very long and brings attention to the fact some major league
magic is going on with your body." Dylan asked Oscar, "Why obscure,
wouldn't be it easier to project something else? I am sure there's lots
of stuff in my aura that you could amplify and we can make me look like
something we want people to see." Oscar thought for a moment, "Maybe,
Bethany what do you think?"
Bethany looked back at me. "Well there are a lot of fun things to work
with, and I would need to consult with Charles. We need to decide what we
want to project, though the really good aura readers will see through it
anyway and whatever we use in charm-ward there is a lot of oddball stuff
you cannot hide. Silly question, how do we handle Dylan's kids,
especially when he disappears down in Florida, we can't blame it on
Florida Man?"
Dylan looked at both of them, the color draining from his face. "I can't
do this to them, they're innocent in all of this, and I know it will
devastate them. Their mother is barely in the ground, apparently
murdered. I know that we all took her death very hard, she was the rock
we all used as a foundation that allowed all of us to grow and thrive
which made all of us kinder loving overall better people than what we
could've ever had done on our own. We can't just have their dad fall off
the face of the earth with his fate unknown and leave clues that point to
a bad ending."
Dylan stopped for second and realized he was crying, he tried to stop it
but that made it worse and then he felt it, his grief and anger leaving
him, and in its place hope, faith, and love surged through his body.
He was so consumed by this spiritual cleansing, that he did not notice
that Oscar had pulled the truck over; Bethany was sitting next to him and
holding on to him like her life depended on it. Something strange was
going on until Dylan realized, she was having the same experience with
her parent's death. He knew that we were reinforcing each other's hopes
for a better day. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught Oscar wiping a
tear away from his eye.
"I want to write them a goodbye letter and give them hope that we will
get back together one day. Is there any way to magically put something in
there that only they can trigger that gives them hope about seeing me one
day in the future and that I am not lost to them?" Bethany hesitated for
a second. "I am fairly certain Charles and I can come up with something,
okay?" Dylan smiled. "Thank you, I'd appreciate anything you can do; I
just can't leave them hanging when I disappear." Oscar started the truck
back-up again and moved us back on the road.
"By the way, should I be coming up with a name for the new and younger
me?" Both of them gave Dylan the look like he just released a real nasty
one." Oscar finally spoke up, "Wella, I need you to concentrate your
magic classes, prepping the farm for the Alpacas, and writing your
letter. We'll have a couple of brainstorming session for a new name later
on this week or early next week. Okay?" "Sure," Dylan replied. 'I need to
get Bethany alone and ask her what's going on,' Dylan thought to himself.
"By the way, Charles did a sweep while we were out and your house is
secure now, so we can talk freely in there now. He has set-up a tunnel
for our portal only and warded the house so no one can magically pop in.
Just outside the house that's different story and something that needs to
be addressed.
Bethany's place will get the same treatment and Charles will stay with
her. Eventually we will configure the portals for non-magical beings to
pass through them. Dylan you may be able to use it now, we will need to
test later on this week and show you how to use it."
By now, they pulled up to Bethany's house and dropped her off, "Oscar,
give me a couple of days for the replacement items, okay?" Oscar leaned
over to the passenger window. "Sure that works, most of that stuff was
pretty obscure and I doubt anyone will notice them missing."
"Besides Mac Dowel who noticed by the way and now the Sheriff put out an
alert for people to lock their doors. This was a safe place until you two
came along," Bethany chuckled and disappeared into her house.
Dylan jumped up to the front passenger seat, "You need to tell me what
mischief you got into last night and what's all that talk about Vampires
and Werewolves?"
"Let's talk about last night at dinner and pray that the Vampires and
Werewolves stay out of this one." The talk at dinner was interesting,
Dylan found out the area is overrun with fairies, and they really don't
like him but pitched in any. Oscar felt that the Vampires and Werewolves
would stay clear of this, as the magical energy was useless to them and
could be used to hurt or kill them. It was another early evening for both
of them, Dylan saw more hair with most of it at least a half inch long
and another 5 pounds lost.
Chapter 6 Day 3
Dylan still sleeping in the spare room, going near the watch is forbidden
and there was Delta standing at the foot of Dylan's bed. The word
abomination was rolling through his head and it was on her face. "Good
morning," Dylan smiled at her, Delta's eyes shifted to his face and her
face shifted to a slightly less disturbed state. A very frosty, "Good
morning," was her reply, she continued, "I let Oscar know you're awake."
Once she left the room, Dylan got up with no aches, 'that's a good
start,' he thought to himself. After taking his morning leak, he looked
in the mirror 'huzzah, the hair is coming in great, strange still no sign
of weight loss in his face, gut is looking pretty good though.
He took a shower; he started prepping to shave when he realized there was
no need to do it. 'Hmmm, that's strange the only time that happens is
when I go a week, then shave, I can sometime get away with no shaving for
a day but I've been shaving every day.'
He noticed his chest looked a little strange, it's just not clicking as
to what's the issue, 'may be the weight loss is hitting there, goodbye
man boobs, that I can survive,' he snickered. A knock on the door
interrupted his inspection. It had to be Oscar.
"Dylan we're going with two sessions for training today and another walk
round the farm with Charles playing the role of Bethany, okay?" "Sounds
good," Dylan replied.
The training session was sheer torture, Delta's extreme contempt for
Dylan, threw him for a loop, and it never let up during the whole
session. He was emotionally wasted when they were done. The walk around
revealed very little, though Charles felt he could address the cameras in
the barn. He was stumped by whatever was up on the roof. He did think it
was somebody else's gear and that added another mystery to the growing
list.
Dylan slipped in a zombie nap after the walk around and felt a little
better prepared for the afternoon training session. Amazingly, Delta had
another level of contempt that Dylan didn't know existed; He barely
survived, and shocked that he did not need stitches for his tongue,
trying to keep things civil. He came to realize his best play was a yes
or no answer and that was all she was going to get out of him.
It was just Oscar and Dylan for dinner, there was no sign of Delta and
Dylan's face showed the extreme relief as he was enjoying with her
absence. Oscar didn't have to read Dylan's mind to know what was going on
with Delta and him.
One more look at Dylan, Oscar looked like he wanted to say something,
finally he cleared his throat. "Delta is a very complex person; I've
known her for almost 800 years, we've saved each other's lives so many
times, I've lost count, and outside what she has told me about herself I
am still clueless in understanding her.
There's a reason she thinks of you as an abomination and it won't be just
her. She sees you as a catalyst for War and a harbinger of Pure Chaos.
She's very conflicted with the fact that she is here helping and training
you. The fact that you can already store magic is not normal, your
capacity is growing, and the big question is what you can do with it.
It's the Unicorn element in you that makes you a wild card."
Dylan was a bit peeved and let Oscar know it. "She does realize that
we're on the same side and that I am just a pawn in someone's twisted
game. I didn't ask for this, so if she can come up with a better way to
handle this, I am game."
"Dylan, I will talk with her and try to get her to dial the attitude back
but I cannot guarantee anything. Have you started the letter to your
children?"
"I want to thank you for the help with Delta and not yet on the letter. I
guess I need to cool it with the beer as I am already to call it a night.
Is there anything else I need to do tonight?" Oscar nodded no.
Dylan yawned and said, "Okay, good night then." Dylan didn't even bother
with his evening check on changes. Just before he went to sleep, he
thought about Beth, Oscar voice entered his head, '(She and Charles are
still working on wards, charms and potions, and she will visit tomorrow
with Charles.)' Dylan replied, '(Thank you.)'
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