Seeking a Spell Book

After an hour of listening to the blistering winds of winter, I casted a spell to drown the awful noise out. And that was just what I needed, quiet and warmth in my shop. That’s when I heard the jingles of the bells on my door and felt the icy winds swarm me. As irritation filled me, I turned to see who would be at my shop during a snowstorm. Grand Princess Abella. I looked her up and down of her royal clothing, and saw nothing unusual of her except that she was here and alone. “Is there something I can help you with, Grand Princess?” I asked.

“Yes, I need a spell book,” she said broadly. I raised my brow in confusion and chuckled. “Is that so funny?”

“Why indeed it is. And why would you need a spell book?”

“For private reasons.” Abella was known to be one of the more nicer of the royal family, so her tough act she was trying to put on only made me laugh more.

“Stop laughing at me right now, Zutar!”

I finally collected myself and asked her once again, “Why do you need a spell book?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“And why’s that?”

“You could tell someone else.”

“Would you honestly think I would tell anyone else why you have it? Wasn’t I the one who never told your parents about when you fell out of the oak tree and broke your arm? Because I think I am the one who healed it for you and we agreed that that never happened.” She expressions turned guilty.

“Yes, I know.” I looked to her to tell me more. “I need a spell that will take me to the Northern Fords.” My smile quickly went away and I walked closer to her. “Ivan told me that the people need help. I asked my parents and begged them to do something about it, but they dismissed it. Please, Zutar.” Compassion filled me for I knew how much Abella loved to help others in need.

“And you thought some spell book would help you?” I asked.

“Well, where else would it be?” I shook my head. “And you’re a wizard, so I thought you would know what I need.”

“What you need to learn to stay home,” I said as I walked to the back of my shop.

“Very funny, Zutar.” I grabbed a few items for Abella and laid them out for her.

“What’s all of this?” she asked as she held out a jar.

“That contains the eyes of dead animals.” She gasped and let the jar fall. Luckily I caught it in time before it shattered. “I was only joking! Do you really think I would keep a jar full of the eyes of animals?” She sighed of relief.

“Well don’t joke like that, and yes you would. You eat all sorts of crazy things.” I laughed because it was true. “What is it really?”

“If you ever need to someone not to remember you or what happened, take a pinch of this powder and blow it directly on their eyes. It’ll be like you never met each other.” I poured half of the powder out of the jar into a pouch. If this much got into the wrong hands, who knows what could happen. “And drinking a drop of this potion will make you invisible, but only use it when you absolutely need to though.” I turned back to my chest. “Abella, exactly why are you doing this? How are you going to help those people?”

“Ivan said his brother was there imprisoned by the Queen. He said that she did awful things to her prisoners. He didn’t even do anything that wrong. A mother and child were desperately in need of food, so he stole some pastries for them. I couldn’t imagine living in a kingdom like that.”

“Well you better get used to it because you’re going to be there for quite some time if you want to break out a prisoner.” I gathered all of her new clothing and told her to get dressed in the back. A dress wasn’t going to do for her. Instead some pants and boots.

“You know, these aren’t too bad,” she said as she walked back out. “I actually kind of like these more than dresses.” I smiled at her, seeing the child still in her. I guess she still was a child being only 17.

“I have one more thing for you,” I said as I laid out a bow and quiver. She’s always loved shooting arrows since she was practically born.

“Oh my…” She held the bow in the light, letting the carved writings of a lullabye her Father used to sing to her be shown. “This is too much, Zutar. I can’t accept this.”

“I knew when making it that you’d have some use of it some day.”

“You made this?”

“I made it when you were only two.” She ran over and hugged me tightly.

“Thank you so much, Zutar. It’s wonderful.” I gently pushed her off. As she drapped her bag, quiver, and bow onto herself, I no longer saw the child I once knew. A young woman appeared instead. “What are you looking at?” she asked.

“You’ve grown up quite a lot in just moments. I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to see the little Abella running around the shop again.” She smiled. “Only the old Abella running around,” I joked. I cherished this moment more than most, for I knew when she would come back, she would be a new person. Someone who has finally seen some of the bad in this world.

“So how do I get there?” she asked. I held out a silver hand mirror to her.

“Look into the mirror and think of where you want to go. Once you’ve got the image in your head, say the location.

“That’s all?”

“Yes, but be very careful. Do not let anyone other than yourself and the ones you trust hold this.” She held the mirror firmly and looked back to me.

“Do you think my Father will be mad at me?”

“The King is a very good and smart man. He’ll understand.” Abella smiled at me one last time. She followed the instructions I gave her, and in less than a second she was gone.

“Good luck, Abella,” I said quietly.

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