I pulled out the journal Liza had given me for about the hundredth time and read over my list again. I had asked the seven for their names and whatever talents they had, and we had all agreed to meet at Hangman’s Bridge tomorrow at noon. After the bar I went back home and opened Father’s safe. I took out some coins and went shopping for sturdy clothes, dried or canned foods, maps, large canteens and jugs for water, blankets, and collapsible cooking utensils. Hopefully I’d thought of everything.
I sighed and looked over the list.
# Talent/Title Name Magic possessed (expert)
1: Wish-Maker Sage Perdit all Black Magic
2: Non-Magical Heather Mastiff
3: Healer Argus Shrewd all Snap Magic (Healing)
4: Pure Magical Peter Boyle Earth, Mechanical, General
5: Truth-Seer Jae Freeman
6: Fighter/Truth-seer Michal Simpson
7: Cook Emily Carter Air, Water
8: Strong/Potions Carson Wix all Snap Magic
9: Smart Landon Masters Mechanical
10: Potions Serenity Moss all Nature Magic
11: Cook/ Maps Austin Moore all White Magic
12: Fighter Jason Harker
I mentally recalled everyone’s face as I read their name. It would be wise to know who was who. Most of the volunteers were in their early to mid-twenties. Peter, Jae, Heather, and I were the only ones under the age of twenty. Serenity and Argus were the only people over the age of twenty-five; he was twenty-nine and she was actually a very fit thirty-nine.
I checked my clock and wasn’t all that surprised to see that it read one-o-nine. I set the alarm for nine, even though I’d probably be up before that. I packed the journal away again and curled up on the couch. I’d probably only have this one night of sleep to go off of for a while.
~*~*~
In my dream I was sitting in the middle of a dry riverbed, the sun beating down on me. Out of nowhere a voice started talking to me.
“I know you are trying to come to me. I know you can make it.” The voice was deep and strong, and sounded as if it knew what it was talking about.
“Talisman?” I asked. “Will you help us?”
“You have the clues. You have the skills. There is nothing else I can do.”
YOU ARE READING
Quest (OLD: the new version MIGHT be posted shortly)
AdventureMages and magicians have been losing rights for years. Recently, however, the government has gone to the extreme. They built a unique, specifically crafted prison that would hold millions of mages in tiny, standing-room-only cells. This prison is ca...
