Irwin's Journey - The Cardsmith

"I think the card isn't normal," Irwin blurted as he looked at his mother. "I can see in the dark!"

Seeing his mother's eyes narrow, he blew out the candles, ignoring his mother's annoyed hiss. The room had turned into a red and orange version of what he knew, but he could see everything perfectly fine.

"Hold up some fingers," he said excitedly.

His mother was looking around, worry creasing her face. Then she held up her hand.

"Three!" Irwin said. "Two. Five!"

His mother gasped, then shook her head. "Light the candles," she hissed.

Irwin quickly did as she asked, grinning widely only to see his mother seemingly staring off at nothing.

"Mum?" Irwin asked worriedly.

His mother didn't react, staring through him, mouth slightly open as if she'd not heard what he had just told her.

His wide grin had faded, and he worried he'd made a mistake. He had shown her how he could find things when the candles were out, and now she was just sitting there.

"Did you hear-"

"I heard you, Irwin," his mother hissed as she looked at the door. "I can't believe this. How could Bronwyn find- never mind. It looks like a common, but you are right. Passive effects never occur on a common."

She sighed and seemed to deflate, still not looking at him. "Irwin! You can't tell anyone! Not even Bronwyn! You shouldn't have even told me!"

Irwin leaned back on his stool, gaping at his mother. Why not? Wasn't this a good thing? He frowned, about to tell her that, of course, he would tell Bronwyn when he saw her looking at him with eyes so wild he swallowed what he was about to say.

"They will try and take it from you," she whispered as she glimpsed at his hand before quickly staring back at him.

"What, that's impossible," Irwin said. Everyone knew you couldn't take someone's card while placed.

"It's not. If someone who is carded dies, there is a small chance for their card to drop for someone else to take," she stated. "It's not something people talk about, and most don't even know, but your..." She sighed as she looked at the ground. "Your father…"

Irwin held his breath, too afraid to speak, praying to Gelwin she would continue.

"Your father had four cards, a full-hand-and-one, and one of them was rare," his mother whispered as if afraid someone would overhear. "His second card was a Shadecat, with gigantism… large enough to tear demons apart and for Whyrdin to ride it. It's how he got the other cards."

That would make him a noble, Irwin thought in disbelief. Didn't that mean they were nobles? Why did they live like this? His thoughts began racing, and it took all his effort to pull them back and watch his mother. She never spoke about these things, and he wanted to hear more, hear everything!

His mother's eyes were distant and clouded; her face warped as she seemed to relive old pains.

"Four rangers came early in the morning, and I instantly knew something had happened. Bronwyn was playing in the room, so small, when they told me that Whyrdin had fallen at the peninsula wall. The guard, an older one with black and green hair, said Whyrdin fought valiantly, killing a dozen Diflor. I almost broke down but managed to hold out. I invited them in, gave them tea…. Tea!"

She shook her head so hard Irwin thought it might snap off. When she continued, her voice was dull and dead.

"There was nothing to bury, so I grieved at home. The midwife came many times because I was pregnant with you, telling me to calm down, relax... Pah! I sold the house the next day and moved in with my parents, knowing we would be evicted soon enough if I didn't. Then, nary a week later, one of the rangers came to town after dark. I saw him because I had worked late at the Tanner household. He didn't see me, but I saw him and almost confronted him. He had a Shadecat! Young still, and not with gigantism, but I recognized it. It was the same as Whyrdin's!"

Irwin completely forgot about his night vision or what it meant for his card. Instead, he was still, wide-eyed, and listening to his mother. She didn't seem to see him, appearing to be recounting something that she'd bottled up inside for far too long.

"I went to the city warden, but he just sent me away. Didn't even want to investigate! I went to the Rangers, but they said it was just a bad coincidence and that Dalynris had gotten the card days after that incident. Nobody believed me… not even my parents," she spat, her hands camped around the table's edge, fingers white.

"Then Dalynris found me late the next evening. He tried to tell me I was wrong and that nothing had happened, but he was lying! I could see it in his eyes! When I continued confronting him, he must have realized I didn't believe him, and he grabbed me, snarling, and said that... that..."

Tears began running down his mother's eyes, but Irwin waited with quiet morbidity for her to continue. The heat in his body had faded, and with the weariness setting in, he was shivering.

"He threatened me! Said that if I didn't stop making up lies, my babe, you, might not come out right. Then he told me that it might be time for me to leave from R-"

The door was shoved open with a bang, cutting his mother off, and Bronwyn entered carrying a long wooden staff. He had a harried look but froze in his tracks as he saw the tears on his mother's face.

"What's going on?" he hissed, then shook and quickly closed the door. "Never mind, tell me later! There's trouble! Some of the nobles have banded together and are attempting to sneak their children out of town to hide them in Gloomforest until the sorcerer leaves!"

As if to punctuate his words, a dull boom caused the loose items on the shelves to rattle. Silence hung in the room, and then screaming came from the distance, followed by more, smaller explosions.

Irwin looked at the wall, his head still filled with the story his mother had just told him… or told herself- he wasn't sure.

Bronwyn was standing facing the door, raising his hand. The familiar glow of a card came from his hand, and an owl the size of a dog appeared next to him.

"Attack anyone that enters the door," Bronwyn whispered. The owl blinked and then focused on the door, projecting a sense of readiness that made Irwin's hair stand on end.

Nobody spoke as the shouting and sounds of fighting continued.

It lasted for another ten minutes before stopping as suddenly as they had begun. Irwin had his arms around his body. The cold of the night had crept into the house, causing his shivering to increase. He hadn't dared to move, and remained on his stool, wondering which of the nobles was resisting and what would happen. After another minute, Bronwyn sighed and finally lowered his staff. He moved to the old table and sat down but kept clutching his staff.

"It's probably the Uldrots," their mother said. The distant look had left her, and she turned to Irwin, seeming the same as she had been before.

"Don't speak about any of what I told you," she said before turning to Bronwyn. "Don't ask him or me. I shouldn't have spoken, as it's too dangerous!"

Bronwyn looked at her, and Irwin saw his brother's jaw clench and unclench. He could perfectly imagine what Bronwyn wanted: knowledge about his father, where he came from, and what had happened. Bronwyn knew only bits and pieces of what had happened before and remembered only vague images of their father, which he'd shared with Irwin many times.

"Fine," Bronwyn said as he rose, surprising Irwin. "I'll go and check what has happened and what the consequences will be. Irwin, sleep. It's the middle of the night, and you will have a long day tomorrow!"

Irwin nodded silently, wishing he could tell Bronwyn about his card but afraid to go against his mother's wishes.

"Bronwyn, you should stay. It's dangerous to go out now," their mother said, suddenly sounding worried.

"I'll be back before you leave," Bronwyn said, looking at Irwin before turning to the door. "Glint, let's go!"

The owl hopped after him, moving ungainly to the door, then disappearing outside with a flap of its wings. Irwin listened for a final rustle, but there was nothing as the door closed with a solid thud.

Then, it was quiet in the room.

Irwin looked at his Mum, but she was staring at the door with clenched fists, muttering something.

"I'll go rest," he whispered. He'd expected no reaction, but she looked up, and a sad smile crept on her face.

"Forget what I said, Irwin. I know it's hard, but it's ancient history- just learn from it! Cards can be and are stolen. After I got here, I spoke with the librarians, and they know of more accounts of this happening. What you have? It's a common! Nothing more!"

"A common," Irwin muttered as he moved out of the room and into his own tiny bedroom. As he closed the door, the candlelight vanished, but he could still see just fine.

He quickly crawled into his cot and pulled the old blanket around him, but it only seemed to make him colder. Shuddering below the blanket, he suddenly thought of something and pushed the blanket away. With markedly less difficulty, he summoned his tiny flame, and it flared into being. Heat radiated from it, washing over him. Feeling himself slowly warm up, he sighed.

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He made sure not to look too closely at the flame this time, but at some point, he still lost himself, and time passed without his notice as he thought about what his mother had told him, about his common that wasn't a common, and about what he would have to do the next day.

He woke with a start as the door creaked open. He was still sitting on the bed, his shoulders cramped, and the flame slowly flickering above his finger. He wasn't the least bit cold, but unlike the previous time he'd zoned out, the temperature wasn't extreme either. Just comfortable.

He heard footsteps from what he hoped was Bronwyn moving through the room next door and got up, the flame disappearing as he did. Yawning so wide his jaw popped, he moved to the door, feeling guilty that he hadn't done as Bronwyn had said.

I should have slept, he thought as he pulled open the door.

Bronwyn was moving towards his door and stopped midstep. He backed up as soon as Irwin entered the living room.

"Good, you're awake! Mom, wake up! We have to go to the school!"

"What is going on?" Irwin said as he felt the need to relieve himself grow, his bladder and bowels reminding him of the copious meal he'd had the day before.

"Warden Donderin has locked down all of Malorin. He and sorcerer Xourdin are waiting at the square, and the tensions are growing. Rumor is that two guards of the noble houses were killed last night, though the rumors don't agree on whom. The youths Xourdin selected are to go to the school before the first bell of dawn."

The only other door, which led to their mother's room, opened, and she stepped out with puffy eyes and a mess of tangled hair. She walked towards Irwin and hugged him without speaking, startling him. Bronwyn waited for a minute, then moved to the door and pulled it open.

"We need to go," he said, still not looking at their mother.

Irwin silently walked outside and, after his mother closed and locked the door, followed her through the streets. The cold wind bit into his bare hands and face, and Irwin wished multiple times that he could summon his flame. He didn't, though. It wasn't a good idea to draw more attention.

"The cold is coming fast this year," Bronwyn said as they reached the square, and a freezing wind blew their hair back.

Eight of Irwin's classmates stood next to two figures who were squared off before the school doors. Xourdin seemed small compared to Malorin's warden, Donderin, someone Irwin had only seen twice before, but the warden was the one who seemed on edge. He was blowing plumes of white air through his thick gray-peppered brown beard while the cards on his hand occasionally flickered with light. With a full-hand-and-one, two rumored to be uncommon and one rare, and a great deal of wealth, he was usually the most powerful person in town…

“Lots of girls,” Irwin’s mother muttered, and Irwin looked up to see she was right.

More people stood on the side, and Irwin recognized both nobles and craftsmen alike. A few women stood close together, crying, while two burly men, smith Randal and Dalsin's father, glared openly at the sorcerer, seeming unafraid.

Normally, the girls were almost exempt from the picking, as having no women to bear children was a death warrant to any town. But as he gazed at those picked, he realized at least one in five was a girl. More surprising to him was that many belonged to the best of his class.

Maybe Xourdin forced it? he thought, wondering how the others would react.

He looked around, but there was no sight of Rhym anywhere.

"Most are here already," Bronwyn said as he turned to Irwin with a smile.

Irwin could see the pain in his brother's eyes and saw him clench and unclench his hands.

Suddenly, what was about to happen hit home: he was going to have to leave, leave his home, his mother, his brother, and everything he knew! Until this moment, he'd somehow been going on mechanically, but now the reality set in, and he felt his eyes begin to burn.

"Don't cry," Bronwyn said. "The others are watching, and you can't show any weakness. Not now."

He stuck out his hand, and Irwin grasped the thick, calloused hand with his own smaller and softer one as he ground his teeth, trying to refrain from crying. Bronwyn was right. He had to be strong! Then, his mother's arms wrapped around him, and he almost failed. Holding his breath, he quickly wiped his face on her shirt before pushing himself clear.

"Do your best to stay alive," his mother said as she looked at him, tears flowing freely down her face.

"I will," Irwin croaked.

"Hurry, the others are here," Bronwyn said, staring at another group walking down from the main road.

Irwin nodded, took one more look at his mother and brother, then turned and walked towards the other children. Greldo stood to the side, wearing a cloak Irwin had never seen before and one that seemed vastly oversized. He smiled, raising his hand so Irwin could notice the thin lines of a card. He couldn't make out what it was, but he thought he saw a clasped hand.

Did he get a body improvement one? Irwin thought, eyes widening.

A day before, when he still thought his own card was useless, he might have been jealous, but now he was just happy for his friend. If they hadn't had to leave, the card would have greatly changed Greldo's life, as many craftsmen would want him as their apprentice.

Now? Now, Irwin hoped it would be enough to keep his friend alive.

"Where did you get the cloak?" he whispered, getting a shrug and a glance in response. He frowned, then looked around.

There were only a few missing, and there was no sign of those who were to head to the peninsula wall. As soon as he thought about the Wall, he recalled the conversation with his mother.

I wonder what city she and Bronwyn came from, he thought. The Wall was nearly on the other side of the peninsula, and he didn't know any of the places nearby.

"As they are all here, I'll be taking my leave now," Sorcerer Xourdin shouted, his voice silencing the angry murmurs. "I'll be back next year for the usual group, and I hope we won't have to resort to violence then."

There was an angry hiss from the crowd but nothing more.

"We will abide by the rules," the warden grumbled. "Now leave. I have to clean up this mess."

Xourdin didn't respond but turned and stared at Irwin and the others.

"Get ready to run through the portal, or you might be lost in the in-between," he said. Then he raised his hands, and his calm face changed to one of complete focus. With a flash, his hands burned, and a dull blue glow appeared to the side, swirling larger and larger until a jagged, six-foot-high, four-foot-wide swirling blue portal of light appeared.

We have to go through there? Irwin thought, swallowing back his rising bile.

"Run," Xourdin snapped at the hesitating children.

Eldin was the first to move, running forward and almost sprinting through the portal, quickly followed by his friend Dalsin. The others moved after that, and Irwin swallowed as he ran forward. Two steps from the portal, he thought he heard someone cry out his name, but it was too late, and he jumped headfirst into the portal.

An electric current ran through him, similar to when he'd touched the fur rugs of the merchants a few years ago. Almost complete darkness enveloped him, and he could only make out small details. Two long tentacles rushed towards him, and he screamed just as the darkness disappeared and he flew out of the portal on the other end. He slammed into someone who cursed, but all he could do was scramble away from the portal that shimmered behind him, afraid the tentacles would come out.

What were those things? he thought as the image of the tentacles seemed etched in his mind.

"Stupid Rat, look what you did," someone cursed, and he felt a kick against his back that caused him to fall forward with his hands in the mud. He looked up to see Dalsin glare at him, hands and tunic splattered with mud.

A crack came from the portal as Xourdin jumped out, the portal instantly closing behind him.

"I'll get you later," Dalsin hissed as he stepped away from Irwin.

A hand appeared to his side, and Irwin grabbed it as Greldo pulled him up. Wind, cold and sharp, blew his hair out of his face, and he shivered.

"We better stay away from them," his friend whispered.

Irwin nodded but didn't really listen. He was gaping at the rugged, bleak mountains around them. Gone were the familiar cobblestone streets and old, worn-down stone buildings he had known his whole life, replaced by a landscape of rocks and the occasional bushes.

"The Sorcerer towers," someone whispered, and everyone spun around to see Clarish stare at a point behind them, her mouth hanging wide.

Five tall, dark towers almost grew from the side of what looked like a broken-down mountain. It was far darker than the gray mountains surrounding it, causing it to stick out. From this far, the entire thing looked like a glistening black piece of firestone from which a shard the size of half a mountain had been ripped free where the towers stood.

"Follow the trail. It's half a day's walk, and we need to reach it before nightfall," Xourdin said as he waved at a path that wound away from where they stood. It seemed to start at where they were, a muddy area, oddly round and seemingly made for something.

"You at the front," Xourdin said when the children didn't move, and he pointed at Endil, who nodded dumbly and began walking.

Barely ten minutes later, Irwin's legs were protesting as he followed the others down a steep slope, slipping and sliding over the muddy stone. Sorcerer Xourdin walked behind them, seemingly unperturbed by the path, walking down as if on flat ground.

As Irwin slipped down the last bit and onto what from above had looked like a flat track up to the side of the hill, he realized it was a slight incline up. With a groan, he tried to hurry after the others a dozen feet ahead of him.

"You will need to increase your physical strength and constitution if you want to survive," a dull voice said from behind. Irwin turned to Sorcerer Xourdin, surprised and afraid that the sorcerer was actually talking to him.

"I'd advise you to trade the first common card you get for anything that can boost your physique," Xourdin said before scanning their surroundings. "We aren't going to make it with your current speed... so don't get used to this."

Irwin had no idea what he was talking about when a pale glow came from Xourdin's hand, and he sensed a slight energy return to his body. The pain in his legs dulled, and he gasped in surprise.

"Keep moving," Xourdin said, still scanning the surrounding landscape. "Sometimes, there are portal demons in these mountains."

Irwin felt his skin crawl, and he quickly began walking after the others. Even with the increase in strength from whatever Sorcerer Xourdin had done, he couldn't catch up, but at least he wasn't falling behind any more than he had.

As he struggled forward, he wondered why Sorcerer Xourdin had taken the time to give him some advice. From all he'd seen so far, the man seemed unfriendly.

Then again, they are trying to close the portals, he thought to himself. Perhaps sorcerers were nice to each other? It wasn't as if they were forcing people inside to kill them; at least, he didn't think so, which got him wondering why they only accept young people. He took a peek at Xourdin but didn't dare ask.

Half an hour later, his curiosity was gone, replaced by pain as he wished for nothing more than to curl up and rest. The others were a good way ahead of him, and only Xourdin was quietly walking after him. Shivering from the cold and not a little bit of fear of being left alone in the mountains, if Xourdin decided he'd had enough, he focused on taking one step after the other.

The day passed in a blurry mess of cramps and cold shivering until he felt strong hands grip his shoulder. He blinked, looking at two leather and scale-covered boots, absently forcing his foot up to take another step. As soon as he stopped, he slumped forward.

"Whoa there, you must be the weakest one I've ever seen sent here if you can't even make the trek," a warm, gritty voice said.

Irwin forced his chin up and saw a dark-bearded man with glittering black eyes and a wide grin showing crooked teeth. A long, curved handle of some weapon angled across his pauldron-covered shoulder.

"Normally, I'd leave you out here to feed the wargs, but I guess with our current plight, I'll just have to help you," the man rumbled, smiling warmly.

Irwin shivered, afraid that he'd really be left here.

"Calm down, calm down. I was just joking," the man rumbled as he looked worried. "What was Xourdin thinking, bringing someone with only a single common card here?"

Irwin barely heard the final words, swaying on his feet. At the realization that he was safe, or at least somewhat, the last energy he had seemed to leave him.

Before he could keel over, two strong hands lifted him up and across a shoulder. A moment later, he felt himself being carried away, and within moments, the swaying motion made him fall into a deep slumber, uncaring about the uncomfortable position.