Posts tagged ‘Edmund’

It’s all the same

Edmund listened to the details of the case. It was uncanny, really. When he and Ilya had found the tale of the Watcher of the Woods in the old book of ghost stories, Ilya had been so sure that it was nothing more than a local legend.

Now, though, he listened to the details of the what had been happening since they had taken the memorial stone. They were exactly like those in the story. The legend, like so many other old tales, had a kernal of truth to it.

Edmund shuddered and looked at Ilya. “It’s all the same,” he said, his voice strained.

all their confidence is mere presumption

“That – that can’t be the answer,” Ilya said, shaking his head. He straightened and frowned at the captain. “I’m sorry, sir, but… ghosts aren’t real, especially not here. There can’t be any truth to the story!”

Yori’s eyes widened. “Hello?” he said, his voice cracking. “The thing you say couldn’t exist attacked me, young man. I think you need to reassess your stand on this matter.”

“Ghosts aren’t real,” Judson said, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He shook his head and amended, “At least, not in this world.” He looked at Yori and then back at the two boys. “However, that doesn’t mean that your actions didn’t awaken something else – something far worse than any ghost.”

“What do we do?” Edmund asked, shaking his head. He didn’t want any of this. People were dying – and dying horribly – because he’d allowed Ilya to take that gravestone. It couldn’t be as simple as putting it back where they’d found it.

Judson shook his head. “I don’t know yet,” he admitted.

“We don’t have enough information,” Yori said. He looked over at Ilya. “You need to let go of all of your false presumptions. Once you’ve done that, you can look at the information you have with fresh eyes and… maybe we’ll stand a hope of – of laying whatever it is that’s haunting these woods.”

“We’ll need to act quickly,” Judson added. His brows furrowed. “It’s followed the legend very closely thus far and the night of the new moon is fast approaching.”

Edmund grimaced. “The night of the new moon,” he repeated. It was said that the watcher of the woods was strongest on the night when no moonlight interrupted his work.