Druid Island 4: The Oracle

By John D. Hartman

Since arriving at Shetland’s Rock after the death of his father, David was introduced to the strange world of Druid Island, a land occupied by mythological gods and strange beasts. With the help of his mentor, Thomas, the son of the ancient magician Merlin, David defeated the evil sorceress Morgana, protected the underwater nation of Atlantis, saw to the destruction of the magical Book Of Spells, and dealt with the threat from the creatures known as the Deceivers. Even while trying to maintain a normal family life, the youngster still had to deal with the various witches who sought revenge for his actions against Morgana, as well as the vampire Valcord, who was determined to take control of Druid Island. His greatest challenged, however, still loomed before him in the form of the ancient Oracle who was visiting his dreams in order to take control of the boy who wielded the powerful trident that once belonged to the god Poseidon.
In this fourth and final book, David searches for the Oracle while he continues to protect Druid Island as the young hero of the gods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665575416

John D. Hartman

Following the completion of the four volume fantasy series, The Fire Child, the author published his third book of short stories entitled After the Fall. His time away from novel writing provided the opportunity to develop new plot lines and characters for a totally different fantasy series beginning with Druid Island. “My sole purpose in writing fantasy novels is to entertain the reader and to capture his or hers imagination. Each tale should be like an amusement park ride in which the reader holds on to their seat anticipating what is around the next bend. Film has the advantage of being able to create special effects that flash before the reader’s eyes, whereas books need to create visual effects using only the reader’s mind and imagination. The reader should be able to ‘see’ what is taking place on the pages of the novel. For a writer, it is important not to fall into the trap of repeating old story lines or thinly disguising the same old characters.”

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

PROLOGUE

The Dark Ages:

King Arthur sat slouched upon his throne, brooding. He had sent all the servants away and sadly gazed at the empty hall recalling the time when the room was filled with the sounds of cheers and good wishes. Now the only sounds he heard were the grumblings of the surly knights in the adjoining room who sat at the round table awaiting his presence. He was depressed and slightly baffled at how his world had crumbled as quickly as it did, but the truth was that the decline stretched back over the last three years, coinciding with his visit to the Oracle. Merlin had advised him not to speak with the strange woman, but Arthur had heard so many tales about her ability to divine the future that he could not contain his curiosity, and so he ordered the magician to take him to her.

She is a fake, a fraud, Merlin had sputtered as Arthur declared his desire to meet with her. Use your head, Arthur. No one can foretell the future. The gods no longer hold sway and dictate the paths men will travel. Our individual actions are responsible for what will happen and are not manipulated by some unseen force. Events are random, not predetermined.

The young king had merely laughed. You say that with such conviction, Merlin, and yet you use your magic to gain what you want. If it had not been for your manipulations, I would not be on the throne, now would I?

That is quite a different matter, Arthur.

Really? In what way is that? There were others who were much more suited to be king, but your little trick of placing the sword in the stone prevented that.

Such a ruse was necessary in order that you became king, so that the ideals of Camelot could be shown to the world in the hope that other kingdoms would follow our path.

Arthur merely shook his head. He knew there was no sense in arguing with Merlin. The sorcerer could not see beyond his own ego, and so the king cut short any further conversation. Later that week, however, Arthur had met with the Oracle and what she had to say shook his confidence and his spirit.

She had a haggard look about her. Her hair was in tangles, her face thin with the cheeks sunken. It was impossible to guess her age for her skin was smooth and her eyes were alert and at times would nearly twinkle, but she walked with a stoop as if the weight of the world were on her back. She was prone to laugh at the most awkward moment, and she often smiled slyly, as if privy to a secret that no one else knew. Her hands and forearms were strong looking, and Arthur felt that her appearance was deceiving and that she had a strength that would surprise many.

I see tragedy ahead for you, she uttered as she sat before him, closing her eyes and softly wailing in a most theatrical manner. Love will fill your heart, and you and she will bask in its bliss, but only for a short time. There is one who will soon appear on the stage, one that you will look upon as a friend, but one that she will take as a lover. It had been only the week before that Arthur had proposed to Guinevere and she had agreed to wed. He laughed, feeling that Merlin was right and that the old woman was a fraud. And yet, foolishly, he continued to listen to her words.

And I see a dark evil form that will enter your life, but you will not recognize it as such. You will fail to see that she has power and ambition. She will sow the seeds of discord, and you will turn your back on the old one whom you have always trusted. I see a world much in disarray, a kingdom that is crumbling, and a body lifeless and growing cold on the ground.

Arthur frowned, the words upsetting him even though he claimed he did not believe.

And have you no good words to share, old woman? Is your vision of the future completely filled with darkness and despair?

She had paused and her body trembled as she clutched at her breast, as if she spied something that was totally unexpected. The future is a long time in coming, my king. After you are gone there is indeed a bright light of hope looming in the far, far distance. A young boy walks a path that is similar to your own, and with his Druid mentor at his side, but…but wait, it cannot be! No, it is not Merlin that I see. It is one like him. One perhaps not as powerful or as ambitious, but much wiser, for the gods whisper in his ear.

1911 A.D.

Thomas, the Druid, son of Merlin the magician and the goddess Athena, and custodian of the mystical realm known as Druid Island, stood on shore and peered out at the ocean thinking of all that had occurred over the last months since the young boy David had entered his life. Thomas knew that it had been prophesized that the teen would end the life of the evil sorceress Morgana. He was not aware, however, that the pair would have to venture beyond the Fantasian Forest in order to obtain the Druid’s Egg, a gem powerful enough to destroy the witch. With the subsequent death of the sorceress, Tom expected that such an act would make the youngster the target for the followers of the evil woman. It was the Druid’s task to protect David from any evil that would come his way, but it would not always be easy to do.

Thomas was unaware that the old gods had their own plans for the boy, for they needed a new hero who would follow in the footsteps of Pericles, Hercules, Odyseus and others who faithfully served them and protected mankind. Since the death of the sorceress, the duo had successfully kept the Book of Spells from falling into evil hands, had ensured the continued existence of the underwater kingdom of Atlantis, and had eliminated what could have been the greatest threat to mankind when they dealt with the four creatures known as the Deceivers.

The goddess Athena, mother of Thomas, had worried that her son could become jealous of David’s role, seeing that the youngster had become the true protector of Druid Island while Thomas’ position appeared to lessen. This was especially true after David was presented with the powerful Trident of Poseidon. But the love and respect David had for his mentor would never permit such a thing to happen. David well understood that, despite the favors that had been bestowed upon him by the gods, he was still human and not immortal, and that he was a teenager who had much to learn about life. Paramount was also the fact that David hoped that Thomas would one day marry the boy’s mother and, to that goal, he set about helping the Druid maintain peace and correct the evils that continued to exist both on the Island and on Shetland’s Rock where David lived.

Thomas looked down the beach to where David and the small boy Kalli, whom David had brought out of the Fantasian Forest to live on Shetland’s Rock, were playfully wrestling with Leopold, the lion. How the teen had adapted to a life of both reality and mythology surprised the Druid. He thought of his father, Merlin, and was curious if the old wizard ever had the same reaction while mentoring Arthur and establishing the kingdom of Camelot.

Camelot. It had been his father’s dream, but it had come tumbling down because of the deceit and the cunningness of the evil witch, Morgana. Thomas often wondered if Camelot would have survived if Merlin were present to help Arthur. But the sorceress had lured the magician away from his ward, and had imprisoned him in a cave on Druid Island where he would remain for so many years. During that time Morgana was free to create her havoc, and she did so in a most dastardly way. First by introducing Arthur and Guinevere to the noble Sir Lancelot, and then by casting her spell that would bring the queen and the knight together as lovers. It broke Arthur’s spirit, and set about the end of Camelot.

Thomas did not have the same lofty goals as his father, however. He did not want to create an idyllic world. All he wanted was to protect the youngster who gave his own life new meaning. But there were forces present that wanted the boy destroyed.

CHAPTER ONE

The primitive howls echoed eerily from one side of the narrow gorge to the other as the solitary figure rode slowly forward. The horse was skittish, but Count Valcord held tightly to the reins as he glanced up toward the rocks on his left and smiled, seeing that the men brazenly showed themselves in the form of the werewolf. The vampire was certain that they knew who he was, and that this was merely a bold gesture on their part to demonstrate that they had no fear of him. As he looked ahead, he spotted the open area where a table and several chairs had been placed. Sitting at the table was an old man, wrinkled, his hands shaking with palsy, but with dark blue eyes that were alert and focused and curious as to why one like Valcord had requested to meet.

As Valcord dismounted, two men approached cautiously. They looked human enough, but the vampire knew they were among those who were infected by the rare disease that turned man into wolf. He could smell the animal scent upon them, but he gave no sign that it offended him.

Greetings, Count Valcord, the one introduced himself as Ragos. He was quite tall and broad through the shoulders, barefooted, and with deeply set eyes that were nearly buried in a thick bush of facial hair. He motioned Valcord forward while his companion took hold of the horse’s reins to keep it from bolting. We are pleased that you are so punctual. I am afraid that Mathias is not feeling well, and even though we have advised him that he should not be out in this damp weather, he has insisted.

His illness is nothing life threatening, I trust.

The man shook his head. Not at the moment, but I fear that age has taken its toll, and I worry that the slightest sickness could quickly become a major concern. Almost as a second thought, he added: Even though he struggles physically, I would point out that his mind remains quite sharp. He gave a slight smile. I mention that simply as a courtesy, Count Valcord. I don’t want you to think that you can put something over on him.

A courtesy or a warning, Ragos? he asked with a chuckle. But I am pleased to hear it, for what I have to discuss is quite serious. As he got to the table, Valcord gave a slight nod of the head to the elder. Mathias, I am sorry to hear that you are not feeling well.

The old man smiled slyly and motioned for the vampire to take a seat. He addressed him with civility.

Unlike you, my old friend, it is not possible for me to live forever. Time is a constant thief robbing one of his youth and health. My body has become weary, and I suspect that it will not be long before I say my farewell to this world. I cannot lie and say that it is something that I am looking forward to, but these last years have been a burden. He waited as three other men took the remaining seats, and then folded his arms and sat up straight. I will admit that I was a bit surprised to receive your message asking that we meet, even more so when you agreed to come here alone, to what many consider as my lair and a most dangerous place.

Valcord chuckled. Mathias, we have known each other for many years, and even though we have fought our battles, I had no qualms about traveling to see you. He looked at the other men at the table and noted the surly looks upon their faces. Staring up at the rocks, he asked in a cavelier manner: Are the guards around simply for show, or did you suspect that I had some devious plan laid out and would not come alone?

Mathias gave out with a harsh laugh. We have a tumultuous history to draw upon, Count. Why do you think we should trust one another now?

Because we need each other, he said flatly.

The leader of the wolf pack raised an eyebrow. Must I point out that the last wolf to trust you was never to be seen again? I assure you, that fact continues to greatly displease me.

Valcord nodded his head and his voice surprised the old man for it held a trace of genuine sadness. It displeases me, as well, for Jonathan was quite an intelligent man and we had formed somewhat of a bond during the brief time we worked together. You may not be aware, but it was he who sought me out for help, I did not recruit him. You know what it was that we were after, do you not?

I had heard various stories; many of which seemed quite fanciful. Although most of them did make reference to something called the Book of Spells?

Yes, exactly. It was the witches who had previously informed us that the item was long ago composed by the gods and was meant to be the ultimate book of magic. It was stolen and hidden away for centuries and nearly forgotten, except for the legends that surrounded it. When it turned up again, there was great interest. Unfortunately, the Druid, Thomas, was also after the book, and so it became somewhat of a race as to who would get their hands on it first. Sadly, it was a contest in which we came up short. I tell you thruthfully that Jonathan and I had different reasons for chasing after the tome. For me, it meant power; for him it held the possibility of eliminating the curse that haunts the clan of wolf men.

Mathias leaned forward in his chair and asked expectantly: Are you saying that you believe such a book could end the curse that rules our lives?

That is what we were told. He sighed loudly. But now we will never know for certain if the tale was mere myth or pure truth.

Does the Druid still hold the book? he asked excitedly. Our numbers are great and we can… Valcord held up his hand, cutting off the leader’s words.

The Druid does not have the book. Jonathan and I journeyed to Druid Island and we successfully tracked it down, but it was taken from us. From what I have been told, the book no longer exists.

The werewolf glared. What happened to it?

The young one who accompanies the Druid was aided by the ancient gods, and he has seen to it that the book was destroyed.

The ancient gods? the werewolf asked skeptically. Let me get this straight, are you suggesting that the fairytale we have heard for so many years concerning the mystical deities is real, as is the site referred to as Druid Island.

It is no suggestion, Mathias, it is fact. A few of the deities continue to exist, and they make their home on Druid Island. It would be both foolish and dangerous for you to deny reality.

Bah, how can you be so sure? I know of no one who has ever seen such things.

Valcord gave a small chuckle. I offer myself as proof of the existence of the Island for it is my homeland, the place of my birth. I have also met one of the gods and was fortunate enough to get away without being harmed.

That caused a stir among the clan of wolves, and the three who sat at the table got quickly to their feet. Mathias remained seated, however, and he eyed the vampire curiously, weighing his words before he spoke.

You know, a long time ago I had heard something to that affect about you, but never truly believed it. It is said that you were not always a blood drinker. That something terrible happened to cause the metamorphosis from man into the evil creature that you are today. The way it was told to me, it was the magician, Merlin, who finally drove you from the Island.

Valcord breathed heavily as the reminder of that incident caused the anger within him to rise. Those who were near could see the subtle darkening of the vampire’s skin and the lengthening of his nails. Quickly their own transformation began and, within seconds, they moved to surround the vampire, fearful that he would attack their leader. Even though they had the numbers, Mathias felt slightly intimidated by the vampire for he saw no fear on the creature’s face or in his eyes, and so he spoke softly.

I see that I have touched upon a sore spot, Count. My apology. He held up a hand and signaled his followers to calm themselves, and slowly the wolf images were gone, replaced by the more human appearance.

What you heard was true, Mathias, I was not always the being that you now know. Perhaps one day I will share the entire story with you, but it is not necessary that I do so now. As for Merlin, Valcord sneered, he was a dastardly individual, even though in legend he is said to be kind and concerned about his fellow man. There are not many who realize that his purpose behind the creation of Camelot was meant solely to bring him fame and power. There are even fewer who are aware that he and the sorceress Morgana were siblings, born into evil. The magician lived that way for many years, searching out his personal pleasures, until he found religion. Such a change was made in his life, although there were some vices he held on to, such as pride. You are aware, are you not, that the Druid, Thomas, is Merlin’s son?

Yes, so I have been told, and apparently he has inherited many of his father’s skills. I did not know, however, that Merlin and the sorceress were brother and sister. That is most interesting considering how much at odds they often were. His curiosity was still high as he asked: You mention Camelot as if you have some personal knowledge. Is it possible that you were alive during that time and saw all that was happening?

Valcord laughed easily. Alive is not quite an apt description, but yes, I was there to witness the sham that Merlin brought about.

Legend links him closely to King Arthur, who to this day remains such a beloved individual. I suspect that there would be many who would not look kindly upon your harsh view of the wizard who mentored him.

The vampire spoke softly. Arthur had many qualities that endeared him to his followers. As a young man, he was very much as legend describes him. It was when he took the throne that he began to change, most of which was due to the influence of the magician. He gave a broad smile. It might amuse you to know that at one point I considered initiating Arthur into my mode of life. That comment startled the wolves. King Arthur as a vampire. I have often wondered how the history of the land would have changed if such would have occured. One or two deep bites were all that would have been necessary. I had several opportunities to do so, but decided against it. The fact that I did, surprises me even to this day. The only rational I can offer is that I still had a small trace of humanity buried deep within me and did not want to deprive mankind of the goal that the naïve lad hoped to accomplish. He chuckled. Fortunately, over the many centuries that have followed, I successfully eliminated such a flaw to my character.

I find that most enlightening, Count, especially since I understand that the Druid has a youngster, one called David, who he has been mentoring in much the same way that his father Merlin mentored Arthur.

To a degree that is true, although the Druid’s reasons are much more pure than his father’s ever were. In many respects, however, the lad does remind me quite a bit of a young Arthur. He has the same qualities of fortitude, bravery and determination.

Mathias studied the creature with a critical eye. Do I sense the tiniest bit of admiration in your tone, Count? Is it possible that you have some feelings for the youngster, much as you did for Arthur?

Don’t be foolish, Mathias, he said quickly and belligerently. Given the opportunity, I would gladly rip the lad’s throat out. And yet he had the chance to do so when he ventured into the cave of the dragon and found the boy there, but he failed to act upon it. His excuse was that he did not have the time to waste, but could there be some other reason? Could the innocence of the boy, like that of the young Arthur, touch a small piece of humanity that really did continue to exist within the vampire? The Count tossed the thought aside and brought the conversation back to his purpose for meeting with the werewolf.

We are wasting time, Mathias, speaking of things that have little worth. As I said, we need each other if we are to maintain our existence and that of our followers, for the Druid has set his goal on eliminating our kind.

You say that, Count, but I hasten to point out that the Druid has never given us any trouble. Just why would he begin to do so now?

Revenge. Are you aware that Jonathan was responsible for the death of the Druid’s childhood friend Edward? It should be noted that the same individual was also the father of the boy David?

There was a slight pause before Mathias spoke uncomfortably.

A while back I was informed that Jonathan had been recruited by the witch Morgana to perform a service for her. Only later did I learn that it concerned the elimination of a particular human and his family. The identities of the victims were withheld from me, as was the reason Morgana wanted them killed. Frankly, I was somewhat surprised that Jonathan would agree to do such a thing for we are not on the best of terms with any of the witches, but I failed to question him at the time, trusting his judgment.

Valcord nodded. At the time, his reason for agreeing to help Morgana was somewhat altruistic and tied to the witch’s claim that she had found a cure for that which plagued him. Jonathan desperately wanted to be totally human once again.

It is what we all desire. Unfortunately, it still remains only a dream.

He accompanied me to Druid Island and, while there, we conducted a search of the witch’s hovel hoping to find something that she may have left behind. But there was no potion, no written formula or record, indicating such a discovery. For all I know, she may have told him about a cure simply to get his help, and no such thing ever truly existed. But, to get back to your original question, Jonathan carrying out the task that was given to him set the stage for the vendetta that the Druid now has against your kind.

I see. So, ah, he looked at the Count warily, what is it exactly that are you proposing?

A temporary alliance between the wolves and the vampires, should the need for such ever arise. You are aware of the continued existence of the Knighthood, are you not?

You speak of the ones who continue to profess the goals of those who sat around Arthur’s Round Table. Yes, we have had a few run-ins with them over the years.

The Druid is connected with them. I suppose you can call him their spiritual leader. It seems logical to assume that if he should come after you or I, he will bring the knights with him. How large a force they could gather, he shrugged, I am not certain, but I am aware that it could be substantial, for the group is active throughout the world.

And how do you know that, Mathias interrupted him. We have only had to deal with those in this country.

One of my sons had successfully infiltrated the group, serving with them for many years and in many lands. I would periodically receive reports from him that were quite helpful to me. Unfortunately, an error on his part led to a direct confrontation with the Druid, and so my son is no longer with us.

My sympathy.

He was a fool, Valcord stated coldly, but his death serves as a reminder of the power of the Druid. If he decides to wreak havoc on either of our clans, I am sure he will not come alone. That we have sufficient numbers to battle the force he may gather will be important for our survival.

The clans of both the vampire and that of the werewolf working together would be quite unique. He stroked his chin. And just whom do you propose would lead this amalgamation?

Valcord laughed lightly. No offense, Mathias, but doing so might be too taxing on you physically.

So you would assume the role of leader?

The vampire shrugged. It is not a matter of leadership, and I would be more than willing to share such a position with anyone that you appoint. What is important is destroying our enemies.

The elderly wolf-man suddenly began to cough violently and he gasped for breath. A member of his pack hurried to him and held his head up. The creature that had first approached Valcord when he arrived now took the vampire by the arm and led him back to his horse.

Years ago Mathias’ neck was broken, he explained in a near whisper. When he gets these spells, it is difficult for him to hold his head level and to breathe normally. I feel that our meeting is over. Mathias has listened to what you had to say, and I am sure he will inform you of his decision.

It would be a mistake to delay for too long. He glanced back at the elder and was about to say more, but felt it would be unwise to do so. If he pressed the wolf for an immediate decision, it would be one made only on emotion. It would be to his benefit if the creature had a chance to consider what was said. Valcord looked back and saw the man still struggling to breathe normally and so he got on his horse and rode away. Once he was out of sight, the wolf, Ragos, moved back to the table where Mathias now sat back in his chair showing no difficulty with his breathing, for it had been used only as a ruse. The elder wolf addressed his companions.

So, what do you think of our dear Count Valcord?

He is a crafty individual and I don’t trust him. I feel that he is not telling us everything.

I agree, another added. Mathias, you know that the Druid has never been a threat to us. While Jonathan’s actions may reflect badly on our clan, it was an individual’s error made several months ago. Since that time we have not seen any aggression on the part of the Druid, why should we now antagonize him?

I have to agree, but we will not tell that to Valcord, the wily old wolf nodded his head as he thought further. We will leave the blood sucker dangling for the time being, while we weigh our options.

Options?

Yes. We can simply ignore the vampire, or we string him along for a while, or…or we can attempt to learn the truth about the Druid’s intentions.

And just how do we do that, Mathias?

The elder werewolf gave a broad, toothy smile. I am thinking that it might be time for me to personally make the Druid’s acquaintance.

You…you would take a chance and reveal yourself to the Druid?

Mathias laughed. I am known to the Knighthood. If the Druid is truly partnered with them, there can be little doubt that he is already aware as to who I am. He thought for a moment. Do we know the location of any of the local knights?

Yes. A recent encounter within a nearby village brought us to the attention of the group and cost us the lives of two of our brothers. We have avoided the knights since, but we are aware as to where they are billeting. It would be risky, but I feel that we could contact them under a flag of truce, if you are sure.

Let us do it. Regos, you will go. Tell them that I would consider it an honor to meet the Druid, and that I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with him. Have them arrange for a time and place of their choosing. My understanding is that the Druid resides at Shetland’s Rock. I would be happy to meet with him there, if that is what he wishes.

It shall be done. But I urge you to use caution.

I did not survive this long by being foolish. Just see to it that a meeting is arranged.

David woke and sat straight up in bed. His breathing was labored, his body soaked with sweat. The dream had visited itself upon him once again. It was the third time within a week, only now it felt more real than ever before as a wrinkled hand reached out for him, touching with cold fingers that made his skin crawl and made him want to scream out.

He maneuvered so to dangle his legs over the side of the bed. Slowly he got control and the breaths became regular and less intense. Lowering his legs, he stood unsteadily and glanced over to the window noticing that the sky was gray not black, and he guessed that daybreak was near. He stripped both the bed and himself and stowed the damp items in his closet. Once they dried, he would toss them into the laundry basket, but not before then. He wanted no one to know what was happening.

His pajamas had stuck to his clammy body and he had to practically peel them off. He made his way into his bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. The pelting of the hot spray made him feel better, and when he finished he dried off and dressed. Withdrawing a sheet and pillowcases from a dresser drawer, he remade his bed and sat there for several minutes reliving the dream, trying to focus on the few details he could remember. It was as if he was viewing everything through a fine mist. The one item that was perfectly clear, however, was the sound of the raspy voice that called out his name.

He knew that if he had not awakened when he did, the next part of the dream would have placed him within the cave and he would have seen her sitting there waiting impatiently for him to arrive. She was the Oracle, he was sure of it. He felt his pulse begin to race once more and he squeezed his eyes shut and urged himself to calm down. At that moment, he made his decision. He would have to make his way to that section of Druid Island where the Oracle dwelled so to face her and learn whatever fate had in store for him. But he could not allow anyone to know what he was doing, not even Thomas. How the Oracle could reach him through his dreams frightened him, but he was sure he had to face her on his own. For the moment, however, he would keep everything to himself and act as if nothing was wrong, even though at times his mind felt brittle.

As David walked by on his way to the kitchen, Edith looked at him, shook her head and commented to Katherine. You know, Kate, you should take David into town to get him some new pants. He must have grown at least 4 inches over this summer.

Katherine nodded. I was thinking the same, Edith. And with school starting soon…

What! David stopped and turned back to the two women, a look of panic on his face. Mom, school is still a long ways off, right?

Edith chuckled, and Katherine rolled her eyes as she addressed her son. David, it is less than two weeks away. Don’t go acting like it comes as some big surprise. Aunt Edith is correct, you are going to need pants and shoes and a haircut. Most definitely a haircut.

David’s shoulders slumped. Two weeks. He gave a loud groan.

Katherine avoided any type of response and turned to her aunt. Edith, what are we going to do about Kalli? When he finds out that David is starting school, he’ll have lots of questions.

Yes, I believe you and I should sit down with him later today. First thing we’ll have to do is explain to him exactly what school is and why David has to go.

You can explain that to me, too, David smirked, and Katherine simply glared at him. David saw the look and knew better than to make any other smart comments. Edith chuckled some more and continued on about Kalli.

I believe it will be best if we put Kalli on a routine of his own.

What do you mean, Edith?

Kate, if David goes away every day for 7 or 8 hours, Kalli is going to be quite upset.

Seven or eight hours, David groaned once more. I don’t remember school on the mainland being that long.

It was and you know it, his mother grumbled. Which reminds me, we should stop by and see Miss. Kilian. She is going to be your teacher and we should discuss your previous classes with her, as well as your grades.

Kilian? David sighed. Did I meet her yet?

No, that is another reason to stop, perhaps even this afternoon when we go to do our shopping. She may have some questions regarding what classes you took at your old school and how they fit in with her curriculum.

David, I think you’ll like Miss Kilian, Edith added with a smile. She’s a native, and came back to Shetland’s Rock about 5 or 6 years ago after teaching on the mainland for 10 or so years.

So she’s old, David carped.

She’s not old, Katherine chirped quickly. Barb and I are exactly the same age.

Like I said, David giggled, she’s old. Edith laughed and Katherine shook her head patiently.

If you are finished with your chores, go and get cleaned up. Also, go find Kalli and tell him he can go into town with us. After David left the room, Katherine turned to Edith once more. So what are we going to do, Edith?

You were fortunate that your mother was a teacher, Katherine, and that the majority of your schooling was conducted here on the estate.

If I recall correctly, there wasn’t much of a school in the village at the time, which is why the children of the farm workers attended our sessions as well. In fact, the majority of the children from town came here.

Yes. It was only after you and Edward left that we expanded the town’s school so it could handle the influx of children that were settling here on the island with their families. At the time, I had the chalkboard and other supplies that we had been using for our in-house classroom removed and stored in the basement. Over the next few days, I’ll have George gather a couple of the workers and they can bring everything back up. Then you and I can start to plan what to teach Kalli.

Maybe when I talk to Barb I can get some thoughts from her. I know she started her career teaching the first and second grades.

That is fine, but keep in mind that Kalli is not the usual school child. Also, she sighed, there are many subjects that he will not be needing. We merely want to provide him with the basics.

What do you mean he will not need certain subjects?

Kate, you must realize that Kalli will never leave the estate and go out into the world. Subjects such as history, while it may be interesting, will have no real meaning for him. She saw the look on the young woman’s face and gave a small patient smile. We’ve talked about this before. One day Kalli will leave us and return to Druid Island. It is inevitable, and we will not stand in his way. Understand? Reluctantly, Katherine nodded and Edith continued. It is important, however, that he gets a partial education and we shall provide that for him. He is an intelligent lad and we want to encourage him to use that brain of his, as well as his natural instincts. You’ve seen how much progress he has made with his reading, I think there is much more that he would enjoy learning.

It is difficult at times to think of him as anything other than a sweet little boy. I sometimes forget that he is not human, at least not as we define such. I know you are right, but I try to push the thought of him leaving us deep into the back of my mind.

That brings up another point we must discuss one of these days. You know that I won’t be around forever and…

I don’t want to hear that, Edith! Please.

Well, I’m not planning on cashing out anytime soon, so we don’t have to go into any great detail at the moment. I do want you to know, however, that I have notified my solicitor regarding what happens upon my death. Katherine shook her head not wanting to hear anything more, but Edith continued. I just want you to be aware that if Kalli is still here, I have seen to it that he will not be a financial burden on you.

Edith, I will always look out after him.

I know, dear, but this way there will be no stress placed upon you. She was about to add more, but decided against it realizing how uncomfortable it was making the younger woman. Now, you better start preparing your list as to what David will require for school. Before you go to the village, however, you, David and I will sit with Kalli and explain as best we can, the importance of David attending school.

David wandered down to Thomas’ cottage and rapped upon the door. Thomas opened and was surprised to see the youngster and the frown on his face. David, is something wrong?

Can I come in, Tom?

Of course. He stepped aside and the teen entered. As soon as he was seated, Thomas questioned him. So what’s on your mind? You look a bit worried.

David sighed and nodded. My mother just reminded me that school is only a few weeks away. What are we going to do, Tom?

The Druid laughed, pleased that the problem was not as earth shaking as the teenager’s gloomy appearance seemed to suggest. Well, you will be attending school and I will do as I normally do, see to the running of the estate.

That’s not what I mean. If I have to go to school, how am I going to help you with all the problems that haven’t yet been settled on Druid Island? You know we have to go back into the Fantasian Forest and make sure the auction block in Sodoma is shut down for good, and there are so many other matters to clear up. And how am I going to see my friends? I already miss Domicus and Braxston and the other guys. If I have to spend five days a week sitting in some stuffy old classroom, that is going to leave me no time for other things.

Thomas was about to chuckle at the teen’s dilemma, but thought it would not be proper. Instead, he did his best to remain sympathetic.

David, I know these last few months have been a whirlwind time for you, but you can’t lose sight of the fact that you are thirteen and your first obligation is to get yourself an education. Granted, you may not be exactly a normal teenager, but that does not alter the fact that school must be your top priority and being a hero to the world is secondary. He saw the boy about to argue and continued. Davy, believe it or not, the world will manage to survive without you.

The youngster sighed. I know, Tom, but, well, me and you are a team. There are so many bad things that need to be corrected and together we can do it.

Thomas took in a heavy breath and let it out slowly, well aware that the boy would be upset by his next words.

Davy, I got along fine before you came here. Granted, since you’ve been here my life has been made so much easier, but in some respects it has also become much more complicated. David furrowed his brow wondering what his mentor meant. Think about it. Before your arrival, the sorceress Morgana was safely tucked away in the cave that served as her prison, and I hadn’t been to Atlantis in years. Clearly your arrival sped up everything. And your world is not going to end, David. You will still get to see all your friends, only on a more limited basis. And when school is out for the summer, you’ll have all that time to spend with them. He reached across and gently touched the boy’s arm. You being in school is also good for another reason: during those hours you will be safe.

Kalli was looking forward to another trip to the village, David not so much. Once they arrived and left the carriage at the blacksmith’s shop, Katherine took the boys to meet Barbara Kilian. The house she lived in was small with a rather large porch and the garden before it was quite spacious and colorful. Katherine rapped on the front door that was opened almost immediately by a slender young woman whose face broke into a warm, genuine smile as she saw Katherine.

Kate! Oh, Kate, it is so good to see you.

Katherine’s smile was just as large.

I can’t believe how long it has been, Barb. I’ve been meaning to visit sooner, but we have been so busy.

Yes, I heard that you have moved onto the estate. Her smile faded and her tone became more somber. I heard about Edward. I am so sorry, Kate. I wish I had known at the time, I would have come to the mainland.

Thank you, Barb. It…it was a great loss. She shook off the painful memory and turned and motioned for the two boys. Barb, this is my son, David, and that is Kalli. Boys, this is Miss Kilian.

Yes, I have been anxiously waiting to meet David, that caught the teen by surprise, and I understand that Miss Edith has taken in yet another child to raise.

Yes. Kalli is such a joy, and he is my unofficial son. Kalli grinned broadly.

Well, I’m pleased to meet the both of you. She studied David’s face. I can’t believe how much he resembles Edward when he was that age. And his eyes are the same deep blue with the slightest flecks of gray near the pupil. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had a small birthmark right above his right ankle.

David’s mouth nearly dropped open. How…how did you know that?

She grinned. It was merely a guess, but when we were children, your mom and I would always laugh and tell your father it looked like a squashed acorn. Kalli giggled and David frowned. The teacher continued. Would you all like to come in and sit for a spell, or would you feel more comfortable out here on the porch. It is a rather warm day.

The porch is a fine idea.

I just brewed a pitcher of iced tea. Take a seat and I’ll bring it out.

Can I help? David asked, almost as a reflex response.

That would be very nice of you, David. Come inside. As the two entered the house, Katherine and Kalli sat and the little boy looked out at the garden.

She has a real pretty garden, Kate, but there are some weeds creeping in. Should I go and pull them out?

Kate smiled. Why don’t we wait until Barbara comes back, Kalli. He nodded. Within three minutes, the two were back, David balancing a tray with the pitcher and glasses while the teacher carried a plate of cookies. Kalli’s eyes got wide as he spotted them. Barbara placed the tray on a small table and sat, while David poured the tea. She looked over at Kalli and noticed him staring at the plate and smiled.

Kalli, help yourself to the cookies. He looked over at Kate who gave a small nod of her head and he reached and grabbed one and took a quick bite.

While you were inside, Kalli commented on your garden, Barb. He offered to pull the weeds for you.

That is very nice of you, Kalli. I was thinking about planting some ferns over by the maple tree, but there are several rocks that need to be dug out. Maybe one day Kate can bring you back and you can give me a hand. The youngster nodded enthusiastically. Turning to David, the young woman spoke sprightly. So, David, I understand you will be in my class this year.

Yes, ma’am, he said without much enthusiasm.

I’m sure you’ll find it much different than your old school on the mainland. Here the school is small and there will be only 16 students in the class. David had his head slightly bowed as she continued. While that might not sound too great after your previous classes where you probably had at least double that number or even triple, it does offer many good features. In fact, one of the reasons I came back to teach at Shetland’s Rock is that I knew I would have a smaller class. My last class on the mainland had 41 students and I couldn’t give each one the attention that I wanted and that they deserved. Plus, we were stuck within the crowded classroom. It was difficult to arrange to take 41 boys and girls anywhere. Here on the island, I prefer to spend as much time out of the classroom as possible. David looked up.

Really?

Yes. If the weather is cooperative, there is no reason why I can’t teach certain subjects just as effectively in the park as I can in the classroom. I also like to take small field trips. In fact, every year Miss Edith lets me bring the entire class up to the estate so that we can hike through the woods. There is so much about nature that you have to see first hand in order to understand its beauty and intricacies. That brought a smile to David’s face.

One reason we wanted to stop today, Barb, Katherine broke in, was so that David had the opportunity to meet you. Also, I felt that you might have some questions regarding what his classes were like at his old school.

I’m pleased that you stopped, Kate. And as for David’s classes, well, when I learned that he was staying on the island, I contacted his old school and got a quick overview of their curriculum and I know David will have no trouble with the material I’ll be teaching. I want to tell you, David, the teachers with whom I spoke were glowing with praise about you. He smiled, a bit embarrassed hearing her words.

I’m sure that makes David feel much better. He was a bit worried.

And what about Kalli? Will he be enrolling as well?

Edith and I felt it would be better for Kalli to stay at the manor and we will teach him. He is already making great progress and reads very well.

I like reading, Kalli spoke up while stealing another look at the cookies.

That sounds like a sensible idea, Kate. She reached and pushed the tray closer to the youngster, and he looked again over to Katherine who nodded while she commented.

Yes, Edith still has all the old equipment we used: the chalkboard and some of the old textbooks.

Oh yes, I well remember those days. Your mother was a fine teacher. In fact, she is the main reason that I decided to go into teaching. Ah, I’ll speak to Miss Goodwin. She teaches the younger children and I’m sure we have a few extra textbooks we can give you.

That would be great. I should mention, too, that Kalli is becoming quite an artist.

Really! I would love to see some of his work. What do you like to draw, Kalli?

He shrugged his shoulders. I like pretty things.

Kate leaned forward. I was amazed at the detail he puts in to his pictures, Barb. You must see them one of these days.

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