Shadowmagic. John Lenahan

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      Dad shouted, ‘Conor, watch out!’ I looked up just in time to see a spear leaving my aunt’s hand–and it was heading directly for my chest. Then everything seemed to go into slow motion. I remember looking into my aunt’s eyes and seeing what almost looked like pain in them, and I remember turning to my father and seeing the utter defeat on his face. But what I remember the most was the amazing tingling sensation that I felt all over my body. An amber glow seemed to cloud my vision, then I noticed the glow cover me from head to toe and then encircle the spear, just as it made contact with my chest. The spear hit me, I fell over from the force of it, but it didn’t hurt. For a second I thought, That’s what it must be like when you receive a mortal wound–no pain. Then I saw the spear lying next to me. I felt my chest and I was fine.

      Dad sat me up. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked.

      I wish I had a picture of my face at that point–I could feel the stupid grin I had pasted on it. A horn blew–Dad and I looked up in time to see my would-be assassin galloping away from the door.

      ‘Can you stand?’ Dad asked.

      I remember answering him by saying, ‘That was very strange.’ I was kind of out of it.

      ‘Conor,’ he said, helping me to my feet, ‘we have to get out of here.’

      But it was too late. Two more riders, this time in black armour and on black horses, burst into the room. Tables and chairs went flying in all directions. Dad grabbed my hand and we tried to run out the back, but before we could take more than a couple of steps I saw, and heard, a black leather whip wrap around my father’s neck. I tried to shout but my voice was strangled by the searing pain of another whip wrapping around my own throat.

      The next thing I remembered, I was chained to a dungeon wall talking to my father about the family tree.

      ‘What’s her name?’

      ‘Nieve,’ Dad said, without looking at me.

      I was about to ask, ‘Why does she want to kill us?’ when I felt something crawl across my ankle. It was a rat–no, I take that back–it was the mother of all rats. I’d seen smaller dogs. I screamed and tried to kick it away. It moved just out of reach and stared at me like it owned the place. Just what I needed, a super-rat with an attitude.

      ‘Where the hell are we?’ I yelled.

      ‘We are in The Land,’ Dad said in a faraway voice.

      ‘The Land? What land?’

      ‘The Land, Conor–Tir na Nog.’

      ‘Tir na Nog? What,’ I said sarcastically, ‘the place full of Pixies and Leprechauns?’

      ‘There are no Pixies here, but yes.’

      ‘Dad. Quit messing around. What is going on?’

      He turned and looked me straight in the eyes, and then with his I’m only going to tell you this once voice he said, ‘We are in The Land. The place that the ancient Celts called Tir na Nog–The Land of Eternal Youth. I was born here.’

      I began to get angry. I was in pain, we were definitely in trouble, and Dad was treating me like a kid, making up some cock-and-bull story to keep me happy. I was just about to tell him what I thought of him, but then I thought about the guy who fell off his horse. ‘Did you see that guy disappear?’

      ‘He didn’t disappear,’ Dad said, and I could tell he was struggling to make this so I could understand. ‘He just grew old–quickly’

      ‘Come again?’

      ‘When someone from The Land steps foot in the Real World, they instantly become the age that they would be there. That soldier was probably a couple of thousand years old.’

      ‘What!’

      ‘He was an immortal. Everyone from The Land is an immortal.’

      I looked deep into his eyes, waiting for the twinkle that lets me know he’s messing with me. When it didn’t come, I felt my chest tighten.

      ‘My God, you’re not screwing around, are you?’

      He shook his head–a slow no.

      ‘So what,’ I said half jokingly, ‘like, you’re an immortal?’

      ‘No,’ he said, turning away, ‘I gave that up when I came to the Real World.’

      I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, which was a mistake, because I almost passed out with the pain. When my vision cleared, Dad was staring at me with a look of total sincerity.

      ‘So you used to be an immortal?’ I asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      At that point I should have come to the obvious conclusion that this was all just a dream, except for the fact that dreaming isn’t something I had ever done. Famously, among my friends and classmates at least, I had never had a dream. I had an idea what they were like from TV shows and movies but it was not something I had ever experienced. People always said, ‘Oh, you must dream, you just don’t remember it,’ but I don’t think so. When I put my head down, I wake up in the same place and I don’t go anywhere in-between. And anyway, I knew this was real–there was something in the air, other than the stench, that felt more real than anything I had ever known.

      I was silent for a long while and then I asked, ‘Do I have any other relatives I should know about?’

      The answer came, not from my father, but from a shadowy figure standing in the doorway on the far side of the room.

      ‘You have an uncle,’ he said.

       Chapter Two Uncle Cialtie

      The instant he emerged from the shadows, I knew he was my uncle alright. He looked like an old high-school photo of my father, before the grey hair and the extra twenty pounds. He had that evil twin appearance about him, like one of those crappy TV movies where the same actor plays the part of the nice and the wicked brother. He even had the black goatee and a sinister sneer.

      Don’t get the impression that this was a comical moment. Even chained against a wall, I tried to take an involuntary step back–this guy was scary. But the person who scared me the most at that moment wasn’t my uncle, it was my father.

      ‘Cialtie,’ he said, with more malice than I had ever heard from anybody–let alone Dad.

      ‘Brother Oisin,’ Cialtie dripped, ‘you look, what is that word? Oh yes–old.’

      ‘Where is Finn?’

      ‘You mean our father? I thought he was with you. Last time I saw him he was riding into the Real World looking for you. His horse didn’t look very healthy though.’

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