Mana Harvest 2 by Wolfe Locke & James Falcon

Author:Wolfe Locke & James Falcon [Locke, Wolfe & Falcon, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B09M66W4P1
Goodreads: 59705438
Published: 2022-04-29T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen: Crisp Rain

The rain from earlier was long gone, and the air was crisp and clear as he walked home. Normally, he would be whistling a tune on a night like this, but the day’s events had put him in a somber mood.

How had Daryl forgotten that Lyle’s parents were dead, even for a moment? And why were the others so unfazed by it? Had he done wrong in involving the old man in this plan? What if he forgot something important at a critical time? He’d seen men’s memories fail before, and it was never a pleasant sight. Hopefully, it was just a minor slip.

He’d just woken up after all. But he’d have to keep an eye on it just the same.

He checked in on Nightshade before going to bed. The horse had settled in well, and he was munching hay quietly in a back corner of his stall.

“Not so bad, is it?” Cid said, throwing an extra few flakes of hay into his manger just for good measure. “You’ll be warm here all winter.”

Nightshade raised his head and snorted in response, then turned back to his food.

Good enough.

Cid went back inside, washed his face—he was too tired for a full bath tonight—and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He’d hoped for a full night’s rest, but his dreams were troubling. Images of Undead villagers and burning cottages flashed through his head until dawn, and he woke the next morning feeling as if he’d hardly slept at all.

Time to go find some summon stones.

He rolled out of bed with a groan, washed up, and headed downstairs. After a quick meal of leftover cobbler, he checked the chickens, looked over his crops, and led Nightshade back to his field. The old horse gave him a look as he opened the gate, then took off at a full gallop toward the far end of the pasture.

“Have fun, buddy,” Cid said, watching enviously as Nightshade rolled in the lush grass. A day off would be nice. But for now, he had work to do.

He went back into the house, changed out of his farm clothes and into his constable’s uniform, and headed into town. Maggie and Lyle were waiting for him at the bridge as usual. He was pleased to see that the boy was carrying his sword.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Lyle said as soon as he arrived.

“What am I going to say?”

“About Grandpa last night. He was just tired. That’s it.”

Cid gave the boy a look. “He forgot—"

“I know what he forgot,” Lyle said quickly. “But like I said. We woke him up in the middle of the night. He hadn’t even had any tea yet. He was just out of it.”

“And how long has he been ‘out of it’ for?” he said. “Does he forget other things, too?”

The boy sighed. “He— well— yes. The other day, we went out on his rounds just like usual, visiting houses, talking to the shops. The same thing he’s done twice a week since becoming Village Elder.

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