Monthly Archives: October 2014

Chapter Twenty Four: Raven

     We could not really conclude what should be done, although many of my questions were answered, at least for now. Raven went back to his world; Leon, the poet, seemingly cured of his addiction, moved to the warmer climes of Old Esradis and found his heart –married a poetess there.  I was grateful to both and especially sad to learn that Raven could not stay. It was many months after that he did write once, to let me know he had gone to the north, to find something that he did not directly allude to . . . I feared I’d never see him again. I wrote back inquiring what it was he sought. I never received a reply.
     Dear Madame — died later that year, but before this she did share something with me.  The grandfather cock ticked as she disclosed the real reason for Raven’s leaving.
Out of love,” she said, “he cannot bear it lest you knew, so he fled. He lives among the wolves and the snow now, and his heart turns cold.”
      Love? I thought.  But did I love him?
     “By the way, Madame, I read this book and want to return it to you.  I could not decipher either what these strange mysteries  meant . . .”
     “Did you not learn what to do, as I mentioned?”
     I shook my head.
     The seer smiled.
     “There are some things my dear, that cannot be controlled. I do believe that my ancestor saw what he saw, as you did, but I too also fear there is sometimes, or most of the time, little we can do against the forces of great supernatural evil, and what you must learn is this: You have done what you could, and you’ve done what you must.  The shadows, they will always exist, and evil is timeless, for now.  Do not fret.  The day will come when all that is concealed will be shown to us for its true nature.  There is little we can do for now.  But again, there is nothing you can do either, for what has happened to you . . . but you can change . . . the world is a small place in the heavens, and your heart does yearn for something too, thought you do not yet see . . .”
     She touched her old crystal ball and suddenly, it turned into a globe.  She trailed with her finger across the image of the glowing map, towards the north, towards a land be specked by snow, ice, and bitterness . . . but not all was bitter.
     “There,” she said. “He waits for you day and night.  Follow the north sky.  Leave behind all of your loss and fears, and let the old mansion crumble to dust, as it should.  Child of shadows, look to the polar sun.”