Heaving a deep sigh, the mage lifted his face from his hands to regard the man slumped before him, Joseph’s eyes cloudy – nay, nearly empty — in the flickering shadow world that had up to now had been his alone to inhabit. Joseph had made a mistake, flubbed a spell he didn’t understand in the first place, and lost most of his sharp mind — but surely the young man didn’t deserve to lose everything?
On the other hand, didn’t he, the mage, deserve some of that sweetness for himself?
Joseph had truly been blessed with a beautiful family: the wife, lovely in both moonlight and sunlight, tender with her babes, whether nestled in her arms or sucking greedily at her breast; the two youngsters, carrot and golden straw-colored hair rolling over and over in the green grass in wrestling matches that ended in giggles more often than in tears; the heavy feel of the lot of them snuggled in Joseph’s long arms as he supplied the bedtime fairy tale and Bethany supplied the song.
He rubbed his aching, empty arms and considered that perhaps a deal could be struck, in which he, clever Scotsman that he was, could return clarity and remembrance to Joseph, in exchange for time to explore and savor his memories, and perhaps travel through the shadow world to observe the very-much-alive people who’d inspired so much passion in the young man.
It’s not like Joseph was going anywhere, in the state he was in.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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