Read The Familiars #4: Palace of Dreams Online
Authors: Adam Jay Epstein,Andrew Jacobson
Tags: #Social Issues, #Animals, #Action & Adventure, #Juvenile Fiction, #General, #Pets
The Familiars #4: Palace of Dreams
For my mom, who always believes in me.
—A. J. E.
For Willa, my daughter.
Never stop following your dreams.
—A. J.
1
QUESTABOUT
A
ccording to Vastian folklore, the island was haunted, and one look at the solitary castle clinging to the isle’s bloodred cliffs left little doubt in Aldwyn’s mind that the ghost stories were true.
“Yeardley, here we come,” Jack said.
Aldwyn’s heart skipped a beat, excited by the thought of reuniting with the twin sister he had been separated from since birth.
Aldwyn and Jack’s two-man sailing skiff rapidly approached the treacherous shallows. Despite the danger, it was the only route to shore. Looking at his familiar, the young wizard in training added, “Won’t be long now!”
The Maidenmere cat stood at the bow, his claws digging into the waterlogged wooden planks. His loyal was scrambling in back, tightening the lines for their arrival.
“Prepare the anchor for landing,” Jack called out.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Aldwyn replied, giving the boy a salute with his paw.
Aldwyn flipped the deck chest open, pulled out the anchor, and uncoiled its rope. But not with his paws. He did it with his mind. Like all the cats of Maidenmere, Aldwyn possessed the magical talent of telekinesis, and he was getting better at it all the time.
He looked back up from the rocky crags to the castle. If his last few months of investigation proved correct, Yeardley would be inside. Word had it that she’d been sold to a justiciary from the Equitas Isles, and by all accounts this cursed island in the Beyond, over one hundred miles south of the Vastian border, was where the high judge could be found holding her as his pet, or perhaps against her will as a captive.
“Aldwyn, hold on!” Jack shouted, pointing to a bubbling in the water ahead.
Suddenly the ocean erupted. A giant sea scorpion burst forth, the razor-sharp stinger at the end of its tail whipping from side to side. Their only options were to either retreat or meet the scorpion head-on.
Aldwyn and Jack’s vessel barreled straight for it.
Jack was already chanting: “Rooster’s feather, buttered crumpet, ocean winds, sound the trumpet!”
A wave crashed against the bow and its spray formed into the shape of a horn. Then a gust of wind blew through it, sending out a bellowing call. The sound didn’t stop the beast looming before them. If anything, the scorpion was angered even more, its pincers snapping menacingly. But the magical trumpet wasn’t created to cause fear. It was to call for help.
The sailing skiff began to rise up from the water. There beneath them they saw a traveling whale, lifting the boat high above the surf. The scorpion didn’t have time to react before the great blueback’s forehead rammed into the creature, cracking open its exoskeleton like an eggshell. The whale continued to charge forward, crushing the scorpion’s shattered remains against the rocky crag.
“We owe you one!” Jack called out to the whale, who continued to carry the skiff on its back.
“I know they say it’s nice to have friends in high places, but it doesn’t hurt to have a few underwater, either,” Aldwyn said.
As the inlet became shallower, the blueback was forced to slow, dipping its head and allowing the sailing skiff to slip gently into the waters. Aldwyn and Jack coasted for the gravel beach, while the whale turned for the sea, giving a farewell blast of spray from its six blowholes.
The front of the skiff ran ashore, its wooden hull clattering against the bed of pebbles beneath.
“Anchors away,” Jack instructed Aldwyn.
Aldwyn telekinetically flung the iron wedge far enough up the beach so that its metal points embedded themselves deep in the sand. The rope went taut, preventing the sailing vessel from getting dragged back into the ocean.
Jack made sure the leather component pouch across his chest and the wand tucked into his belt were secure. Then he pulled a short sword from his sheath and clambered out of the boat. Aldwyn, armed with nothing more than his mind, followed him across the bleak landscape. Pebble crabs and land lobsters scurried out of their way as they walked toward the zigzagging staircase carved into the cliff’s side, which was splintered with cracks.
Since their first conversation in Kalstaff’s cottage at Stone Runlet, loyal and familiar had dreamed of being Beyonders, going on adventures like this together. They hadn’t been sent out on a mission—just the two of them alone—until now. And so far, their quest had exceeded Aldwyn’s highest hopes.
“It’s been said that for many who climb to the top of those stairs, it’s a one-way trip.” The words came out of Jack’s mouth in a whisper.
“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to have to do better than that,” Aldwyn said.
“It’s not rust or sandstone that give those cliffs their crimson color. It’s blood.”
“Okay, that was better,” Aldwyn said with a shudder.
They began to climb, taking one narrow step at a time. Inside the castle at the top of the cliff, people came from far and wide to stand before the justiciary. They came with arguments, disputes, and moral quandaries that no house of trials, royal court, or council elder could solve. If a decision was made in their favor, they descended the staircase happy. If not, they took a faster way down. The specters of those fallen bodies were said to haunt the cliffs.
“Go to your happy place, go to your happy place,” Aldwyn said. “An all-you-can-eat fish buffet.”
“I think you’ve been spending a little too much time with Gilbert,” Jack replied.
It was true. Aldwyn’s easily panicked tree frog best friend had been rubbing off on him. But even the rarely rattled Skylar, the third member of the Prophesized Three, would have been unnerved by the otherworldly screams that whistled through the rocks.
Of course, Gilbert and Skylar were on their own questabouts with their loyals, far from this haunted isle.
After the dust had settled from the defeat of Paksahara—Queen Loranella’s traitorous hare familiar—life in Vastia returned to normal, with human and animal ruling the queendom together. In the months following the destruction of the Dead Army of zombie animals Paksahara raised from the ground, Aldwyn, Skylar, and Gilbert resumed their training with their wizard companions inside the protective walls of Bronzhaven. Side by side, familiar and loyal worked to strengthen their magical bond.
Now they had all been sent on separate missions—wizarding rites of passage—to test what they had learned. Gilbert and Marianne had traveled to the Ocean Oracle to seek the ancient
Protocols of Divination
, a rare tome offering insight into the art of clairvoyance. Skylar and Dalton were off searching for the lost Xylem garden of the great forest communer, Horteus Ebekenezer. And Aldwyn and Jack were here, perhaps on the most dangerous quest of all. To find Aldwyn’s sister.
“What do I say when I see her?” Aldwyn asked.
“Didn’t you tell me your sister reads minds?” Jack replied. “Maybe you won’t need to say anything at all.”
“I’m serious, Jack. The only other family member I’ve ever met tried to kill me. Multiple times. I just want this to go well.”
Aldwyn was starting to feel dizzy and off balance, and not just because the steps below his paws were nearly crumbling. It was that he had built up so much hope for this moment. Now he was merely a few flights away.
“Why don’t you start with, ‘Hey, I’m your long-lost twin brother, Aldwyn,’” Jack suggested. “She cries. You hug. Big happy family reunion. Then we ask nicely if she can leave with us.”
“And if the justiciary refuses?” Aldwyn asked. “We don’t know if he’s a friend or foe.”
“Well, that’s why I brought this,” Jack said, gesturing with his short sword.
“What’s it like having a sister, anyway?”
“Pretty annoying actually. If she’s anything like my sister, Marianne, you’ve come a long way to find someone who’ll tease and humiliate you for the rest of your life.”
The two shared a smile.
Just then, Aldwyn felt a viselike grip tighten around his tail. Long, slender fingers with pointy nails reached out from the underside of the staircase. Aldwyn pulled free, losing a tuft of fur in the process. More arms were emerging from the rocks, and the specters of the isle began slipping out from the cracks in the cliff’s side. Their faces were narrow, their mouths twisted in a permanent scream.
Jack swung his sword at one of the attacking specters. The blade cut directly through the ghostly figure and struck the wall behind it.
Aldwyn lifted a chunk of crumbling step with his mind and hurled it at another of the vengeful spirits. Once again the attempt was in vain.
“Owww!” Jack cried.
One of the specters’ nails had dug into his arm, leaving a trail of blood from his elbow down to his wrist. It seemed that while these haunted beings could not be harmed by blade or stone, they could easily hurt the living.
Very quickly Aldwyn and Jack’s path up the staircase was blocked by a swarm of moaning specters.
