Watching Evonne storm out of the yard, William squinted. Teach her, magic? Preposterous! Fingers slowly working through the rose bush to the spot where the perfect flower had been plucked, William froze as a feminine scent reached him. With years of interaction with the dead he had trained himself not to freeze up on most cases. There were of course exceptions to the rule. Ivy wrapped in lavender betwixt with roses. Her presence always raised goose bumps on his neck, and caused his heart to beat faster. Whispering as he slowly turned to face the apparition. “Marie.”
The phantom folded her hands in front of her blurred emerald green gown, looking in the direction that Evonne had left. William could see her features clearly, signaling she was likely in a very emotional state. Reading glasses half hid the crow’s feet around her intense grey eyes. Laugh lines twisted into a sad frown, “Bill. Why is that girl upset?” Marie asked her voice like a tickling itch in William’s ear.
William shrugged, false concern filling his words. “She wanted to learn magic. I do not teach. You should not worry about her. We will not be seeing her again.”
Marie drifted close to the edge of the rosebush in front of her tombstone near the fence line. “I married a wonderful man. A powerful necromancer. I remember living well with him even though we were practically prisoners in this house.”
William felt his mouth go dry and a vice clamp over his throat. Every breath felt raw and dirty with guilt. “We had a good life together, even in the hard times.”
The apparition settled her gaze upon William, smiling sadly. “No matter how wonderful the cage, I still died a prisoner. You have a chance to free her, and yourself.”
******** ************ ************* ************
Storming down the dusty hallway William glared at the locked door at the end of the row of alcoves. The words of his departed wife ringing in his ears still as he clenched his hand into a fist to keep from shaking. The shadows played upon the door like oily snakes wrapping over the back of his frail looking hand as he closed it over the knob. Focusing, William filled the keyhole with liquid shadow. Its cold touches were invigorating as he molded the shadow to move the tumblers in the lock. The door swung silently inward revealing stairs leading down. Feeling the shadow rush over him, William let the embrace linger before snapping his fingers. The sound echoed over the space of the room as eldritch flame erupted from a dozen candles in their sconces.
Shattered glass and ruined piping littered the floor, smashed book cases leaned upon each other, spilled tomes left in a regurgitated heap near the center of the concrete floor. Gripping his cane William watched ghosts of the past flood the room, destroying his good work, confiscating relics of power. They ruined every book by throwing buckets of water upon them in the name of order and balance.
Sitting at the bottom of the steps William looked over the wreckage, regretfully as the ghosts faded once more. “I had no idea my cooperation would lead to the end of such beauty. I am so sorry.”
Leaning down he picked up a piece of shattered mirror before shaking his head and casting it back down. Sighing deeply William moved to stand, using his cane to balance. His eyes were drawn again to the broken piece of mirror, the reflection showing him the underside of the stairs. William felt his eyes narrow and a tight smile tug at his lips. “What do we have here?”
Gingerly he probed the underside of the stairs, his fingers catching on a simple screw that held a latch. Opening the latch, William held his breath. The wood slid with ease in the form of a shallow drawer revealing a thin stack of parchment. Leaning on the wall, he carefully shifted the sheets. Elegant cursive script filled the pages. Spell diagrams drawn with practiced ease. Notes, citations, cross references, and personal thoughts.
Choked with nostalgic awe, William talked to himself. “This is…these are, Marie’s novice notes on necromancy when I taught her.” Checking the under side of the stairs revealed five more compartments. “It is all here! Every basic lesson, everything I have forgotten or taken for granted!”
Hugging the pages, William yelled towards the top of the stairs, “Felix! Felix, get down here you mangy bag of fur!”
Felix flopped down on the top step of the stairs licking his feline groin, ‘What did you need, Master?’ the familiar canted with mock annoyance.
Grinning from ear to ear, William felt the pages in his arms grow warm as he addressed his familiar. “Find that girl. Then tell me where she resides.”
‘I thought you were going to let that one go, Master.’ The feline looked bored until it looked at William. Its ears folded back, it had not seen its master in such a state in years. His master’s shadow growing in the dying candle light, making the elderly man appear more menacing than ever. ‘Right! I’m on the job boss.’