Jackrabbit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


A boy leaves home to regain the ability to use magic after the death of his twin sister.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

Submitted: September 30, 2017

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“Is that truly what you wish?” Even as my sister spoke the words, her eyes looked away, refusing to meet my gaze. I was almost relieved that she didn’t. The last thing I needed was to be reminded with her eyes that every second I lived was hurting them.

My gaze darted over to the plains in the distance. The dark of night hid them mostly from view, but grass and trees were still able to be distinguished. “Yes,” I answered, nodding solemnly. “Please don’t tell Father. If I want to find a solution to this, I need to leave Langsport.”

Her hand was soft and gentle as it grasped my wrist. “You don’t need to do this. I’ll surely provide a child that’s magically proficient enough in time.”

“But that’s the problem,” I growled. “Elizabeth, is that really what you want? To remain married to a man you don’t love and bear his child, all to please Father?”

“.... Who said I didn’t love Luther?”

Bringing her fingers to my lips, I kissed her hand in farewell. “I know you better than you know yourself, Sis. I must go quickly, before the sun rises.”

“Leonard, be safe. I know you want to find a solution to why you lost your magical prowess, but please don’t be reckless. Karen wouldn’t have wanted you to meet your demise at the end of some bandit’s blade.”

“I know.” My reply was quiet, hardly more than a whisper. The pack was heavy around my shoulders, food and money swaying with each step. The night was still warm. Even though the climate in Est was rather cold, summer was a welcome reprieve. By the time the sun was starting to climb over the horizon, I was almost across the plains.

The weeds tangled against my boots, hindering my progress. No doubt my father would look for me once he woke, but hopefully I’d be far enough away by then. The sea was still salty in the air as I walked. How many times had I sailed with my father across the waves when I was young? Not like it matters. He doesn’t care for you, now that you’re talentless. That’s right. I was useless. And because of my idle uselessness, Elizabeth was suffering on my behalf. All I’d ever done was hurt and disappoint those I cared about just by existing. Karen, Elizabeth, Father, everyone. It was becoming harder and harder as the days passed to recall any look directed at me that wasn’t filled with some kind of darkness.

The last vestiges of the stars were shining in the sky as I walked onwards. Even the moon was still visible, a mere sliver in the growing sunlight. The tide was going to be weak for a while until the full moon, limiting the speed of sea travel. I had chosen right to go on foot. The nearest town was a day’s walk. I had enough money to buy a horse and cover distance faster, but then what? How could I relearn magic? I had begun this journey, but what next?

Far above me, a star shot across the sky. It filled me with an odd sense of serenity. The last time I had seen such a thing was when I had spent the days playing as a child. I had gotten lost and cried in the fields, not being able to see over the tall grass and realizing that Langsport was only 40 yards away. I probably would’ve lost it completely if Karen hadn’t been there. She pointed up to the darkening sky and said, “Look, a shooting star.”

It glimmered across the sky like a tear. Sort of like the moon was crying. At the time, she told me that you were supposed to wish on shooting stars. Of course, my wish was stupid: I wished we weren’t lost. Though it was funny that moments after the thought appeared in my mind, Father came out of nowhere and dragged us both back home. Perhaps it was the moon goddess Sitra that had granted my wish. Or maybe it was just coincidence.

Looking up at the shooting star, I stopped my brisk pace for a moment and emptied all thoughts in my mind. Even Karen no longer lingered. The only thing left was my wish. I wish I was never born. Somewhere in the sky, the star seemed to blink brighter before extinguishing. And so I carried onward, knowing that was one wish that could not be granted.







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