The Wandmaker's Legacy
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A stranger turns up on their doorstep to deliver some unfortunate news. Another Wandmaker has been found dead and a mystery group called the Harrowers have found their way into their small town. Claude learns of a book that the group has in their possession. It needs to be translated and the only one that can speak the old dialect is his master
Mitchell Tierney
The seeds for writing were planted quite early on for Mitchell. He remembers as far back as primary school, raising his hand and asking, ˜When can we do story writing. It came somewhat as a surprise that he found himself wanting to write books, rather than do his uni study. He has written over 12 books, all ranging from adult literature to young adult fantasy and sci-fi. After countless years of writing and a stack of rejection letters, he finally found a home with Ouroborus Books. He has just finished his portion of the Everdark Realms series and released his first solo works Heather Cassidy and the Magnificent Mr Harlow and Children of the Locomotive. He is currently working on his magnum opus series Elephant Stone, as well as working on several adult books which include Homeless Astronaut.
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Everdark Realms Series
with Sabrina RG Raven
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Children of the Locomotive
THE Wandmaker’s
Legacy
MITCHELL TIERNEY
The Wandmaker’s Legacy
Copyright © 2023
Mitchell Tierney
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Chapter One
Hunters Blind
Claude was standing in the middle of the forest, calling out his brother’s name. Columns of trees surrounded him. He called again, but there was no answer. His heart was beating faster in his chest. He started to run through the woodland, pushing branches and fallen sticks out of his way as he called for his brother. Suddenly, he heard a whimpering, followed by a deep, heavy growl.
‘Claus!’ he called, running towards the growling.
Through the rotund pine trees, Claude emerged to an open clearing. He could see Claus on the ground, blood on his shirt and hands. A ginormous bear was looming over him. Its lips were peeled back showing red, bloodied gums and the hollow, hungry depths of its throat. In the moonlight, its teeth looked incredibly rigid and powerful. Its hands were outstretched, claws as black as coal. Claude picked up a fallen branch and rushed towards the bear, swinging it towards its massive paws. The bear roared with frustration, swiping aimlessly at the branch, sending strips of bark and woodchips showering through the air like falling ash from a fire.
‘Get up, Claus!’ Claude yelped, trying to stave off the bear.
Claus got to his feet and ran behind his brother. Blood dripped on the ground, drenching the fallen leaves. ‘We have to run, Claude! You can’t fight it off.’
Claude threw the branch at it like a spear and ran. The brothers bolted back through the woods, hearing the heavy breathing of the beast. No matter how fast they ran, the bear was still only a few feet behind them. They could almost feel its hot breath on the backs of their necks.
‘We have to split up,’ Claus demanded.
‘No,’ Claude replied through struggled breath. ‘What if you get lost again?’
‘I’ll be okay, Claude. I won’t go too far.’
Claus ran left and Claude ran right, each looking back over their shoulders as they went. Claude ran and leapt over a fallen tree. He saw a huddle of stones ahead. They were built up high. It looked to be a hunter’s blind. He ran up them, his feet tearing through his shoes. He stopped and turned, suddenly realising the bear wasn’t following him.
‘Oh, no.’
He ran back down the stone structure just as he heard a howl come from behind him. Hunched over, on top of the stone hill was another bear. This one was larger and covered in thick brown fur. Its eyes glowed and its tongue lulled from its mouth from between its gnashing teeth. Suddenly, it bolted from the table of rock, down to the ground. It moved with supernatural speed, running past Claude as he closed his eyes ready for it to attack. He opened one eye and could see it heading towards the other side of the forest. A scream from a young boy, who Claude could tell was his brother, came from that direction. Without hesitation, Claude followed the bear. It was much faster than he was, but in its wake, it left massive paw prints in the forest floor. Its stride was at least four of Claude’s steps. Far ahead he could hear animals barking and growling. Then, through the pine trees, he could see two bears fighting, tearing each other’s fur out. On the ground by their feet was Claus. He was laying down, still as a stone. The greying bear reached for the other bear and tore its claws across its head. Streams of red splattered across the ground as the brown bear snarled and slashed at the other, repeatedly hitting it across the jaw and eyes. There was a musket shot from the boarder of the forest, then the sounds of shouting. The two bears ran in different directions.
Claude kneeled at his brother’s side. His hand cradling his brothers bloodied hand.
‘Claus?’
Claus’s eyes shot open, wide, and pearl white. Large fangs tore from his gums, and he launched towards Claude’s throat, tearing flesh from bone.
Claude shot up in bed. Sweat had drenched his sheet and matted his hair to his face. He looked around frantically. He was in his parents’ house, in the lounge where he used to sleep by the windowsill. He reached for his cup of water and drunk feverishly. Suddenly, from the hallway, his mother appeared. She was wrapping her nightgown around herself.
‘Claude? Were you screaming?’
‘Sorry, Mum,’ he said. ‘I had a nightmare.’
She sat beside him on the wooden crate.
‘About your brother?’ she asked, moving his drenched hair from his face.
Claude nodded. She held him and rocked him gently.
‘I have to head back to Mr Crenshaw this morning,’ he said getting up.
He went to the kitchen and cut off a large slice of bread and spread honey over it, running the knife across it to smooth it out. The money he had brought back had paid for some provisions and medicine. He ate it and savoured every bite.
‘What time is he expecting you?’
‘Mid-morning,’ Claude replied. He washed his hands in the bucket.
‘He has been good to you,’ she said. ‘Good to us. It’s best you don’t be late.’
Claude nodded. ‘I’ll say goodbye to father,’ he added, heading down the hall.
The door was open, and the room was cold. He couldn’t hear him snoring.
‘Claude,’ his father said, looking over to him. He was still deathly ill. His face was waxen white, and his hair was matted with sweat, even though the room was freezing. His skin was like porcelain.
‘I’ve got to head back to Mr Crenshaw in a moment. So, I’ve come to say goodbye.’
‘I know you’re doing… well, Claude,’ he gave him a smile. ‘From all you’ve told me… Mr Crenshaw is lucky to have you.’
Claude nodded and bowed his head. He had told them nearly everything that had happened to him since he took up the apprenticeship with Abraham Crenshaw at his wood working shop.
‘I’ll be back when I can,’ Claude said after a moment of silence. ‘With more money.’
‘It’s okay, Claude,’ his mother said, stepping through the door behind him. ‘We are fine.’
She smiled and waited as he packed his things. Much to his mother’s protest, he still folded his blanket and rearranged the lounge room back to where it had been. She walked with him to the front door. Claude slipped on his shawl and pulled the hood up over his head. He rocked back and forth in his new boots and kissed his mother good-bye. He leapt from the top step onto the cobblestone street of Yorktown and ran.
He ran straight to the cemetery first. The sun was over the mountains now, peaking through white, fluffy clouds. There wasn’t even a hint of rain. The smell of fresh daises and ripened tomatoes filled the air. He reached the church and saw Father Jacob ploughing a small field behind the church. He had several short tomato trees, all entwined along a wire fence.
‘Well, well, well,’ he said, looking up with dirt on his face. He pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. ‘If it isn’t Master Wells. How’s the apprenticeship going?’
‘Very good, Father Jacob,’ Claude said, slowing down as he approached the fence. They both looked at each with a knowing glance.
‘Well, off you go son, you don’t want to keep Mr Crenshaw waiting.’
Claude leapt the fence instead of going through the front gate. He strolled leisurely through the meadow of overgrown grass and headstones. After a minute he was standing in front of his brother’s grave.
‘Claus,’ he started. ‘I miss you every day. I’m about to head back to Mr Crenshaw and work with him building wands and furniture. I’ll come back and see you when I can.’ He stood for a moment, listening intently. ‘I’m still having dreams about you. They are awful and I don’t know if it’s you trying to tell me something, or just