Chapter Eighteen Continued
‘What did you just do?’
Drake spun around to see Willow sitting up, nursing her head like she’d got a hangover, dirt patches smeared over her face. Impressive, didn’t last long, he thought. ‘I was just helping Falkor,’ said Drake, not meeting her gaze, knowing that this was not what she was getting at.
‘Did you just drug me with your music?’ she asked, as she jumped up from the floor.
‘How do you know about the music?’
‘What do you think I’m stupid?’ she bellowed, hands on hips.
Drake shrugged. Something told him that, at some point in the future, he was going to pay for that. Heavily.
‘Do you think that just because you walked out of my life ten years ago I don’t know anything about you?’
Drake didn’t know what to say. He looked away. This wasn’t the time for this conversation, he’d got Falkor to sort out. But he wouldn’t tell her how bad things were. He couldn’t.
‘I have been searching for you, getting any information I could, hoping that one day I would find my big brother again!’
He could feel the lump of ice in his chest where his heart should be. It was choking him from the inside out.
‘I..’ she looked away, her big brown eyes hidden behind her pink fringe, ‘I didn’t know about…your father. Did Fenrik really murder him?’
Drake nodded. He wasn’t going to talk about this. He shrugged and managed a weak, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘For taking you out with the music.’
‘Hmph!’ fumed Willow as she stomped towards Drake, her eyes blazing with fury. She smacked him hard on the shoulder.
‘What?’ asked Drake as she stomped past him. ‘You were collateral damage.’
‘Thanks,’ she snapped.
‘I had to take them out, didn’t I?’
‘Not when I was just about to smack the ugly one again!’
Drake scratched the side of his head. The ugly one? He couldn’t see any difference if he was honest.
‘So, how did you know he was working for Fenrik?’ she asked, in a slightly gentler tone.
Drake took a deep breath and steadied himself; he could feel a burning sensation in his limbs, the lactic acid building up in Falkor’s muscles. ‘I,’ he bit down on the pain, ‘I didn’t for sure, but seeing him, like that, all crazy and with the dwarves, it all kinda fit together. I suppose, deep down, I always knew.’ But, Funestus was, if he was truly honest with himself, a means to an end.
‘So what’s the plan?’
‘Can you fix Falkor?’ asked Drake, pointing to the gash on his belly. God, he hoped she had some kind of spell or something; he could feel Falkor weakening at a sickening pace. ‘It looks quite deep and he’s quite weak.’ He would not tell her just how bad this was. He couldn’t do that to her.
Willow stooped under Falkor. ‘It looks nasty. I don’t know any Healing Spells, I could try the Book of Shadows?’
‘The one you got from Arthur Tinks?’
Willow bit her lip and nodded her head, ‘I know it’s a risk but it’s all I’ve got.’
‘Okay-’ Shit. Well, if that’s all they had.
‘You’d really let me practice magick on Falkor?’
‘I trust you.’
Willow looked at him with one of those “I’m not buying it” looks that really freaked him out.
‘Okay, so I don’t trust you that much but, like you said, it’s all we’ve got,’ said Drake, shrugging.
‘Thank you for at least being honest,’ she snapped back, shrugging the bag off her back. Before the bag was off she hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. ‘I don’t need the book,’ she said, ‘not when I’ve got these!’ She threw her bag to the ground and fetched the leather necklace from around her neck.
‘The mermaid’s tears!’
‘You don’t have to sound so happy,’ she snapped, as she yanked the cork stopper from the vial with her teeth. She handed the necklace to Drake and he poured some of the shimmering liquid onto her hands. She rubbed the solution into the palms of her hands before placing them on Falkor’s underbelly and then focused her thoughts upon healing his wound.
A golden light radiated from the tears on her hands, a thin thread of healing magick which penetrated through Falkor’s flesh, knitting his wound back together and making him stronger. Once she had finished she stepped back and admired her work, a big smile lighting up her face.
Drake could feel the strength return to Falkor’s body, he could feel the magick running through his veins, cleansing both Falkor and himself. He studied the spot where the wound had been; there was a single white scar running across Falkor’s underbelly which looked as if it had been there years, not a matter of seconds. Falkor shifted his weight and flexed his wings then shattered the tumbling darkness with a thunderous roar.
‘Wow,’ said Willow studying the afterglow of the tears on her hands.
‘You’ve done a good job, thanks. He looks as good as new.’
Willow‘s face quickly turned to thunder again. ‘So what do we do with him?’ she asked, poking at Funestus’ head with her pump. ‘We should keep him tied up here, let him rot,’ she spat. ’When I think that he’s the Chief Enforcerer and he’s been helping Fenrik all this time…’ Willow sighed, ’It just makes my blood boil.’
Drake bent down and rolled Funestus’ body over. ‘I’ve got a better idea.’
Willow stared at Drake, her head tilted and eyes narrowed. ‘What?’
‘I’m letting him go-’
‘Are you out of your mind?’ Willow grabbed Drake’s shoulder and forced him off the ground. ‘He’s dangerous-’
‘Hey, relax,’ said Drake putting his palms up, ‘We can use him to lure Fenrik out.’
‘Lure Fenrik out? We’re not in some stupid action film, this is real life, Drake! Those kids are depending on us but you’re too messed up in there,’ said Willow jabbing at Drake’s temple with her finger, ‘to care about that. I know he murdered your father Drake, but your obsession with him is going to get us all killed!’
‘I’m not, listen-’
‘No, you listen. You have half of The Emerald Key,’ she said pointing to the book, ‘the bit that Fenrik is missing. Just destroy it!’
‘I can’t do that. We let him go, then we get Fenrik and you’re problems are over. For good.’
Willow huffed and shook her head, her arms knitted around her chest.
‘I am going to get Fenrik, with or without you, and I am going to take him down.’ Drake turned away from her, ‘Falkor!’
Falkor grumbled but shuffled forwards to where Funestus lay and clamped his foot around the top of Funestus’ body.
Drake bent down and slapped Funestus on the cheek. ‘Wake up!’ But Funestus remained asleep, drugged by Drake’s music. ‘Come on!’ spat Drake smacking him on the cheek again. He huffed, closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. Now really was not the time to get worked up.
‘Move out of the way!’ snapped Willow, shoving Drake sharply with her arm. ’You shouldn’t be doing this. But I suppose you’re going to do it anyway.’ She grabbed her bag and pulled out the scorched Book of Shadows. ‘Can’t think of a better person to experiment on,’ she said as she flicked through the book’s burnt pages. ‘Here we go,’ she said, turning to face Funestus. She uttered a single word. ’Bregdan.’
Funestus opened his eyes and took a sharp intake of breath like he’d just been dragged out of the water.
‘Nice of you to join us,’ said Drake with a smirk. ‘I do hope you understand the predicament you’re in.’
Funestus’ eyes were wild, bulging from their sockets, but Drake didn’t know if the fear was due to Falkor or the fact that the effects of the Absinium were wearing off. Or both.
‘Don’t…hurt me,’ whimpered Funestus, ‘Please, I’ll do anything, but please, don’t-’
‘Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let Falkor to crush you to death right now.’
‘No!’ screeched Funestus. ‘You can’t. Please. Let me go, we can work this out.’
‘Work what out?’ asked Drake, feigning confusion.
‘Our little problem, you know, Fenrik.’
‘Call the dragon off me, I beg you, and we can talk properly-’
Drake smiled. ‘No.’