Dark Fire

DARK FIRE

  by Angela Dorsey

  Copyright 2011 Angela Dorsey

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  Table of Contents

  Start of Dark Fire

  Sneak preview of Desert Song

  Other books by Angela Dorsey

  About Angela Dorsey

  Connect

  Chapter 1

  All is dark. Where am I? The ground beneath my fingers feels moist and fresh. I sense energy rising from the earth like a mist, wrapping me in its embrace, restoring me.

  I always feel so weak after the Shifting, so blind and tired. But soon I will see. Soon I will move. Then I will find the evil that lurks here.

  I can feel the one who called me, who is calling me still. He is so close. Jupiter. He fears for his girl. He knows something is terribly wrong, but he cannot see what it is, does not understand it. He can only feel it and be afraid — and his fear has summoned me here.

  Now I see the stars, and the moon hanging in the sky like a bright penny. I am in a garden, an English country garden behind a beautiful old Manor house. And there to the side are the stables.

  I must go to Jupiter.

  Chapter 2

  The first thing Lisa noticed as she walked across the pasture toward Evergreen Manor was that almost every light was turned on. Brightness spilled from the house, splashing from the unshuttered windows and spreading across the lawn at the front of the house in wide pools. As she crept closer to the fence bordering the lawns, Lisa crouched lower. She didn’t want anyone to see her, especially Mr. Pickering’s nephew, Jimmy. The last time Lisa had seen Jimmy, he had told her that Mr. Pickering wanted her to stop coming over to take care of the horses. Lisa didn’t know whether to believe Jimmy or not. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing Mr. Pickering would say. He had always been so kind to her.

  Lisa slipped through the fence and approached the house, avoiding the bright patches of lawn. I wish I could talk to Mr. Pickering, she thought, and stopped for a moment to glance up at his bedroom window. His window was one of the few that were dark. Maybe he’s in one of the rooms downstairs. I need to ask him if what Jimmy said was right, she decided. Mr. Pickering asked me to take care of the horses when he first fell sick, and I don’t know why he would change his mind. Maybe Jimmy told him that I wasn’t doing a very good job, but it’s not easy when I have to sneak away from home to take care of them. And I do a better job than Jimmy does. Half the time he forgets to give them fresh water, and he hardly ever remembers to give them grain.

  When Lisa reached the house, she bent down below the windowsill of the dining room. Cautiously she raised her head so she could see into the room. No one was there. Dirty dishes were strewn across the dining room table and some of the cupboard doors were wide open. Paintings hung crookedly on the walls. Though the cupboards were on the other side of the room, Lisa could see that the contents had been pulled out and left lying on the floor in disarray. She ducked down again and crept along the edge of the house.

  Next, Lisa peered inside the small room her mom had used as a study before they sold Evergreen Manor. Mr. Pickering hadn’t moved any of his own stuff into the room and the empty space with the cheerful yellow walls and tiny white fireplace made Lisa feel sad. When her mom had used the room it had always looked so warm and welcoming. Her mom’s rosewood desk had sat facing the window, and two of the most comfortable chairs Lisa had ever curled up in had been in front of the fireplace. Now the room was completely empty. Why would Mr. Pickering or Jimmy leave the light on in an empty room? wondered Lisa. Something strange is going on.

  When she reached the library, Lisa was just about to rise up to look in the window when she noticed a dark silhouette fall across the square of light on the lawn beside her. Someone was in the library, either standing near the window or looking out into the night. Lisa held her breath as she studied the shadow. The person looked too thin to be Mr. Pickering. When the shadow finally moved away, Lisa slowly stretched up on tiptoes to see into the room.

  Jimmy was on the other side of the library with his back to her. Lisa watched in disbelief as he pulled a book from the bookshelf, turned it upside down, shook it, and then dropped it to the floor.

  What on earth is he doing? she wondered. Doesn’t he know that most of the books are antiques? She ached to yell, “Stop!” when he grabbed another book, shook it, and threw it on the floor. Yellowed pages fluttered across the rug. Lisa didn’t know what to do. She knew the books were valuable and, besides, she loved books. She couldn’t see how anyone could treat a book in such a careless, callous way. And what’s more, she knew Mr. Pickering wouldn’t allow it either. He loved books too. One of Lisa’s favourite things to do was discuss the books she had read with Mr. Pickering because he knew so much about them.

  Where is Mr. Pickering? Lisa wondered as she watched Jimmy throw volume after volume onto the floor. Someone has to stop Jimmy before he destroys all the beautiful books.

  Chapter 3

  Where did the old man put it? There must be hundreds of these stupid books. It’s going to take hours just to search the library. Dear Uncle wouldn’t have to suffer so much if he would just tell me where it is. I’m going to find it eventually.

  He wouldn’t have told that brat where it is, would he? Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten rid of her. I wonder if she’ll tell me if I start being nice to her? No. She knows how I treat those nags. She’ll never trust me now.

  Maybe if I grab the kid, my Uncle will tell me what I want to know. He’s stubborn, and nothing I’ve tried has made him give up so far… but if I threaten the kid, he might tell me. I think it’s time to start playing rough.

  What’s her name again? Laura…Lisa? Something like that. What did he do with that address book of his?

  Chapter 4

  Lisa sighed with relief as Jimmy seemed to tire of pulling the books off the shelves. He stepped over the heap of volumes and went over to the desk in the corner, then jerked out the drawers and dumped their contents on top of the desk. He began to rummage through the papers and office supplies.

  What on earth is he doing now? Has he gone crazy?

  Suddenly the door flung open. A gaunt old man stood framed in the doorway. Finally, thought Lisa. Mr. Pickering is here. He’ll stop Jimmy. The men’s voices were loud and angry. Lisa put her hands over her ears. She was so tired of hearing angry voices. I won’t be able to talk to Mr. Pickering tonight, she realized. He’s too busy with Jimmy. Why can’t Jimmy just go back to wherever he came from? Things weren’t perfect before, but now they’re even worse!

  Lisa turned and fled. The loud voices followed her until she ran around the side of the house and then, suddenly, she couldn’t hear them anymore. She was surprised. Could the house block the sound that well? Lisa slowed her step and thought of turning back to see what had happened, but then changed her mind. Mr. Pickering probably won the argument, she decided with confidence. And I have to go to the horses. Jimmy probably didn’t feed them tonight. He was too busy wrecking the house. What a jerk!

  Chapter 5

  I can feel danger. The evil one is near. He is a predator with no conscience. Loud voices rise in the air: one full of hatred and only patience in the voice of the other. He is trying to use reason, trying to understand the angry one. Then silence. Abrupt silence. The patient one has been o
vertaken.

  And I can not intervene. This is something I learned long, long ago: to trust and obey the Great One. I have been sent here to help Jupiter and his girl, not to save this soft-hearted man who has been silenced. Though my heart cries with helplessness and sorrow at his pain, I know I must pass on.

  Chapter 6

  Lisa hurried toward the stable. She hadn’t been able to sneak away from home all day. It was Saturday. Her dad had spent the day at home and had the idea that they needed some family time together. Great family time, thought Lisa sarcastically. Her dad had been grumpy all morning and later that afternoon when Lisa’s little sister, Molly, was pestering him, he got mad at her for hardly any reason at all. He even raised his hand as if he wanted to strike her. Both Lisa and Molly were frightened by his actions and their mom had been furious.

  After the yelling died down, hours of tense silence filled the house. Finally, Lisa’s dad had apologized to Molly. Molly forgave him instantly, and Lisa’s mom softened toward him as well. Lisa still didn’t know how they could forgive him so quickly. But most of all, she didn’t understand why her father was so angry all the time anymore. She was just glad that the next day, Sunday, he had to go to the city for a week of business meetings.

  Lisa knew her father was bitter about having to sell Evergreen Manor and most of their possessions. Her mom asked her once to try to be patient with him. She explained that he felt like a failure because he hadn’t been able to make enough money to pay the debts they owed on their ancestral home. She said he felt like he had let them all down.

  Lisa tried to look the other way whenever he did anything she thought was unfair. She tried hard to be understanding, but when her father found out she was going to Evergreen Manor to help take care of the horses, Lisa lost patience. He had been angry with her for a long time, not even trying to understand her point of view. But, worst of all, he didn’t care when she told him Jupiter was losing weight. He didn’t care that Jupiter wouldn’t eat unless she was there.

  When Lisa told him Mr. Pickering was a nice man, he grabbed her by the arm, and marched her to her room. That was the first night she snuck out her window, and she had snuck out to Evergreen Manor every night since. She didn’t even feel guilty about it anymore, especially after she found that his grip had left bruises on her arm. During the week that followed, Lisa wore long sleeved shirts. She didn’t want her mom to see the black and blue marks or, even worse, to have Mr. Pickering see them. Lisa knew he would only feel bad if he knew how much her father hated him.

  Lisa slipped into the stable and pulled the door shut behind her before turning on the light. Quickly she walked toward the first stall, where a bright chestnut mare waited.

  “I’m tired of all the secrets, Firefly, and all the bad feelings. I don’t like sneaking around,” she complained to the Thoroughbred mare. “Why can’t people just get along with each other? Why can’t they be more like horses?” She paused and twirled Firefly’s forelock around her finger. “If I couldn’t come here everyday, life would be too horrible. You and Jupiter, Topper and Dakota keep me from going crazy. You’re the only normal ones in my life right now, especially since I can’t talk to Mr. Pickering anymore.”

  Firefly nickered in reply and bobbed her blazed head.

  “I missed you too,” said Lisa and stroked the chestnut’s face. Then she looked down at Firefly’s hooves. “Your stall is filthy. What does Jimmy do all day besides mess up the house and tear things apart? It looks like he gave you some food and water at least.”

  Lisa stopped speaking when a loud, impatient neigh came from the other end of the stable.

  “Jupiter, be quiet,” said Lisa, hurrying to the farthest of the four occupied stalls. “I don’t want Jimmy to know I’m here. You remember what he told me last time he saw me. He scares me.” Lisa shivered, remembering her encounter with him.

  Last week, she had walked into the stable and found Jimmy waiting for her, slumped against a bale of hay with a half full bottle of whiskey lying beside him.

  “We won’t be requiring your services any longer,” he drawled. “In fact, if you come here again, I’ll have you thrown out of here as a trespasser.”

  “Wha…what do you mean?” Lisa was so surprised she could hardly speak.

  “I mean,” said Jimmy, his voice growing louder as he climbed to his feet, “you don’t live here anymore, and you’re not welcome here anymore.”

  “But Mr. Pickering…” Lisa started to say.

  “My uncle doesn’t want you here anymore either,” Jimmy yelled. “He’s just too bloody polite to tell you.”

  Lisa tried to talk reasonably to Jimmy for another minute or two, but when he yelled at her again and staggered toward her, she panicked and ran out of the stable.

  Even now, she could hear his laughter burning into her ears. It had taken all her courage to go back later that night to feed and water the horses and clean their stalls. Since then, Lisa had avoided Jimmy but still managed to do all the things for the horses that he didn’t do.

  “Jimmy didn’t give you anything to eat, Jupiter,” said Lisa, opening the stall door and walking to the empty manger. She turned and threw her arms around his neck. The black gelding nuzzled her back. “You’re so wonderful,” Lisa said, her voice muffled by his mane. “What would I do without you to talk to? Everything is horrible at home. I even have to sneak around to see you. Why did Dad have to sell you and the other horses along with the house? I know we don’t have enough money to board all four of you, but I miss you so much!”

  Chapter 7

  There they are, Jupiter and his girl. They do not know I have slipped into the stable yet, though the others see me. It is easy to see the love and trust that Jupiter has for his girl. And that she has for him.

  Firefly, how wonderful to meet you. Yes, your foal is doing very well. He is a dressage horse now. You need not worry about him. His person knows how wonderful he is too. He always looks for you when he goes out to the shows and someday you may see him again.

  Topper, do not be nervous. Of course, I promise not to tell the others, but you should not feel badly. All beings do things they later regret. The only thing we can do is learn from our mistakes. And you must know that the man, whom you hurt, also hurt you. You were afraid and reacted without thinking, and since then you have learned to stop and think before you act.

  Hello Dakota. It is wonderful to meet you too. You are such a fiery young fellow. I know you miss your girl. I am sure she misses you too. How could she not?

  Jupiter’s girl finally sees me. She looks frightened. Why are humans always so hard to communicate with? They are so suspicious of their own kind. And sadly, I can understand why they do not trust one another. They can be so cruel, sometimes on purpose and sometimes without even knowing what they are doing.

  Chapter 8

  Lisa felt a force like an electrical current coming from behind her, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Wide-eyed, she turned around, frightened that she might see Jimmy behind her.

  A girl was standing at Dakota’s stall, stroking the Appaloosa pony’s forehead with light fingertips. The girl looked to be about 17 or 18 years old and was tall and willowy. Waist length, golden hair cascaded down her back and seemed to shimmer and sway, though there was no breeze in the stable to brush against it. Lisa gasped as the girl turned to gaze at her with light hazel eyes. Her eyes were so pale and luminous that they appeared as golden as her hair.

  The girl smiled at Lisa. “He misses his girl,” she said.

  “Who are you?” Lisa blurted out. “What are you doing here?”

  “I am Angelica,” said the girl.

  “Why are you here in my, uh, Mr. Pickering’s stable?” stammered Lisa, her voice unnaturally loud though she was trying to speak quietly. There was something different about this girl. Something strange. Lisa felt the electrical current brush around her again like an unseen, living creature.

  “I wanted to see your horses,”
said Angelica. “I hope you do not mind. They are lovely, by the way. All four of them.”

  “They aren’t mine anymore,” said Lisa cautiously.

  “You sold them?” asked Angelica, her expression puzzled. “But you love them. Why would you sell them if you love them?”

  Angelica’s voice was not accusing, only curious, but Lisa still felt defensive. “We didn’t want to sell them,” said Lisa. She was surprised at how angry she sounded and made an effort to speak more politely. “We had to sell them. My dad owed lots of money that he couldn’t pay back, so he had to sell almost everything we had. We used to live here, at Evergreen Manor, and we loved it. We didn’t want to go.”

  “I am sorry,” said Angelica softly. “Was Jupiter your horse?”

  “Yes, and I really miss him,” said Lisa, reaching out to touch the black gelding’s neck without turning away from Angelica. “Hey,” she said suddenly. “How do you know his name?”

  “It is written on the stall door,” said Angelica. “And I think he looks like a Jupiter. Do you not think so, in all his midnight blackness and the single white spot on his forehead like the planet that shines into space?” She came closer to the black gelding and held her hand out to Jupiter. Lisa stepped back as Jupiter moved as close to Angelica as he could, leaning over his stall door. He put his head down and sniffed at her hand, then, when she stepped closer, he pressed his face against her body.

  Lisa was surprised. While Jupiter wasn’t afraid of anyone except Jimmy, she had never known him to be affectionate with strangers. She reached out to touch Jupiter’s neck again as she watched Angelica lean forward and whisper into his ear. Lisa strained to hear what Angelica was saying but the words were as indefinable as the wind rustling the leaves in the trees. When Angelica fell silent, Jupiter nickered to her in response.

  “What did you say to him?” asked Lisa.

  “I just told him how much you miss him,” answered Angelica. “But he already knows. He misses seeing you more often too. He told me he does not like the new man at the house, the younger one, but he likes the older man. He wonders why the older man has not come to visit him for many days.”