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Authors: Kate Bloomfield

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No, thank
you
,

said Jack, something small clutched in his hands.

Good luck repairing your roof.

The husband stepped aside to allow Jack through the garden gate.


All done?

I asked as Jack approached.

He nodded, but did not elaborate.


Well … goodbye,

I said awkwardly, waving a little.

The husband waved, but the wife simply eyed me beadily.

As Jack and I turned away, I felt his hands on the small of my back, urging me onwards.

When we were out of earshot of the husband and wife, he muttered to me,

Strange woman.

I raised my eyebrows,

How so?

He pulled something out of his pocket.

She paid me five gold pieces,

he said.

For a thirty-second job.

I gaped at the money in Jack

s hand.

Jack! That

s great!


Walk faster, before she changes her mind.

Jack picked up the pace.

I laughed, before I remembered what the husband had said.


Her husband was telling me why there was so much destruction.


The Realm?

Jack guessed successfully.


Yes,

I said.

How did you know?


She told me when I was inside,

said Jack, steering me around a corner.

They took an entire family because they had a Human son.

I nodded.

Right, that

s what her husband said too. I told him I had never heard of a Human being born to Mage parents before.

Jack glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, trying to read my expression.

Are you okay?


Yes,

I said. I wasn

t sure if that was a lie or not.

It just makes me wonder how many families are out there, with Human children.


Well, by the sounds of things it

s not as uncommon as we thought.


But wouldn

t we hear about these kinds of things?

I asked.


Think about it,

said Jack.

You kept Helena a secret, right? How many other families are keeping the same secret?


If Mages are giving birth to Humans, that

s … well … that

s serious,

I said with raised eyebrows.


Exactly. That is why
T
he Realm is hunting them down. They

re scared,

said Jack.


Scared of what though?

I wondered aloud.

They

re not just taking Humans, they

re taking the parents too.


Maybe they are tying to find what causes the lack of Power.


You don

t think it

s random?


It must have something to do with genetics,

said Jack.


But I come from a long line of Mages,

I countered,

-and I am a Mage. So why is my sister Powerless?


Beats me,

Jack sighed.

Look, you shouldn

t worry about other people so much. Just focus on your own family, okay?

I pressed my lips together, rather frustrated, but nodded anyway. My mind reeled with horrible thoughts. Jack thought being Human was genetic and that
T
he Realm was trying to find the cause of it. Did that mean my family was being tested at this very moment, while
T
he Realm tried to find the cause of Human children being born to Mage parents?

With Jack

s earnings we ate a rather nice lunch at the Athol Hills tavern and had plenty of coin to spare. Jack was very kind and let me order half a roasted chicken all to myself, which I ate greedily. I saved the bones for Hawthorne who would enjoy crunching on them. After lunch, we proceeded back to the surrounding trees, where we found Hawthorne perched in a tree, trying to paw at a beehive unsuccessfully. We had another few hours of walking ahead of us for the day, but we were making good time overall. At this rate we would be at Concord City in five days time and if Hawthorn could manage Jack

s weight, perhaps even four days.

Jack and I did not talk much as we marched up hills, trooped across fields and wound our way through forests. Jack was much fitter than me, so the exercise did not seem to bother him. Myself on the other hand, I had a stitch in my side and I was constantly out of breath. I tried my hardest not to complain, but it was proving difficult.

As the sun set, my pace had slowed considerably.


My feet really hurt,

I told Jack for the hundredth time.

It feels as though my legs are about to fall off.


Just another five minutes,

Jack kept saying.

Not far now.


Why can

t we stop here?

I sighed, picking up a long stick and trailing it through the dirt.

Look, there

s a grassy spot. We can rest there.


No, not there,

he said.


Why?

I said, rather annoyed.

I

m tired, Jack.


Do you want to get to Concord City or not?

Jack replied.

This pulled me up short. I stopped walking and glared furiously at Jack.

It took him a moment to notice that I was no longer in step with him. He looked around and faltered for a moment.


What?

he said.


Do you want to get to Concord City or not
?

I mimicked,

Are you serious, Jack?

He didn

t reply.


I want to be in Concord City more than you can imagine,

I said.

How can you even ask that?

Jack raised his eyebrows.

Hey, I

m sorry. I didn

t mean it like that. I know you want to find your family.

I wasn

t sure why I was so angry with Jack.


You

re right,

he said walking back to me.

I know you

re tired. I

m tired too, but you trust me, right?

I grumbled.


Right?

he pressed.


I guess.


So, five more minutes, I promise. Okay?

I began to whine, but Jack held a finger to my lips.


No more complaining.


All right, all right,

I conceded.

But you

re doing the cooking tonight.


Deal.

We walked for another five minutes. Jack kept checking the map and the position of the sun as it disappeared over the horizon. I had the sneaking suspicion that he was searching for something, but I wasn

t quite sure what.

Finally, we reached a path and I could see blinking lights at the bottom of a gently sloping hill.


Is that a house?

I asked, pointing forwards.


Better.

Jack smiled at me.

It

s a lodge, only a few miles away
and
it

s dark enough now. Hawthorne can fly us.

I let out a sigh of relief,

You mean I can sleep in a bed?

Jack nodded.

And with the coins that woman gave us

I

ll even buy you dinner.

I had to stop myself from clambering too hastily up on Hawthorne

s back. He too was tired and looked at me sadly when Jack got on his back as well.


I

m sorry, boy,

I said to Hawthorne.

I promise I

ll make it up to you, okay?

With an audible sigh of discontent, Hawthorne launched into the sky and flew us towards the twinkling lights of the lodge only a couple of miles away.

It didn

t take very long before we were circling the roof of the building, looking for a place to land safely. Jack pointed out some stables only a few meters away and we landed behind it in the long grass of a field. Concealed by the night, we left Hawthorne behind the stables, but not without a goodnight kiss from me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was awfully displeased with the trip thus far.

Feeling guilty, Jack and I made our way over to the lodge, where a pleasant elderly couple greeted us. They were more than happy to give us a room for the night, but to my surprise Jack asked for two rooms, instead of one. I felt funny when he requested this. I had imagined us staying in the same room for some reason.


Let

s wash up in our rooms first and then meet up for dinner,

Jack suggested as we ascended the stairs to our rooms.


Okay, sure,

I said, stopping outside my door and fumbling with the key. Jack

s door was right next to mine and we entered our rooms at the same time.

It wasn

t a big room by any means, but it was far
more cosy
than anything I had enjoyed over the last year
. With the exception of
the time I had spent at R
æ
ven

s when I was poorly. There was a small washstand in the corner of the room, which I almost ran for. I felt extremely grimy and unattractive after two days of solid walking. I was dirty, my hair was tangled and there were blisters on my feet. Clearly I was in desperate need of a good wash.

I spent a solid hour cleaning every inch of myself. I assumed Jack was doing the same for he did not knock on my door to ask if I was ready for dinner.

However, I was mildly surprised to find that he was not in his room when I had finished getting ready. Hurrying downstairs, I saw that he was already in the dining room, eating sausages, egg and toast, accompanied by another guest at the lodge. He appeared to be talking rather animatedly to the stranger, whose face I could not see. The guest had long caramel hair that cascaded down her back in loose curls. As I walked to the table and stood behind Jack

s chair I was annoyed to find that she was an extremely beautiful girl of about twenty-one, with larger than average amber eyes.

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