Continued from 16/366 – Master Scaine (Cont.)
“What do you mean, your mother’s come back?” Master Scaine asked, grabbing Morn by the shoulders. “Out of the coffin?”
Morn nodded, “We have to go down. I need to get to her.”
“We can’t go down there, Morn. I can promise you that whatever is down there, is not your mother,” Master Scaine said. “We have to get back to the surface before whatever that is tries to come up here.”
Master Scaine pushed the handle on the lift once more. A whining echoed down through the shaft above them, and the lift began ascending once more.
“I don’t know how, but I saw her, Master Scaine. It’s her. I was pulled down there, and I flew around touching runes on the surface of the walls. The runes on the coffin mirrored the ones I had touched, and she came out of it,” Morn said. “Please, we have to go down for her!”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Master Scaine said, “How could you touch anything, you were standing next to me.”
“When the lift stopped,” Morn said.
“You froze for a few seconds and then came back telling me there was something down there that you believe to be your mother,” Master Scaine replied. “I understand your urge, but I have to take you up first. I will come back down and check. I can’t risk your safety.”
“What if something happens to her?” Morn continued. “What if she sets off one of the traps you were talking about?”
“I’m sorry, Morn, but my answer is final. You will not return down there. What if the wizard that was buried down there has returned somehow, and taken on the form of your mother just long enough to drain the life from you?” Master Scaine said.
“I don’t know,” Morn said. “I feel like it’s my mother down there. She called me her baby boy. No one has ever called me that, besides her.”
“Enough,” Master Scaine said with a finality that caught Morn off guard.
Morn spent the rest of the journey to the surface in complete silence. Every part of him was longing to go back. His head felt light, and he was having trouble focusing on anything when Master Scaine tapped him on the cheek. They were standing outside the monastery.
“When did we get here?” Morn asked.
“You’ve been muttering under your breath the entire walk back,” Master Scaine said. “I want you to go home. Spend time with Celeste and Jaque, and I will contact you as soon as I can.”
“You’re going to get her, right? You can’t leave her down there,” Morn said.
“I’m going to speak with the other Master’s about this, then return to the Gallery. I knew your mother for a long time before she got sick. If it’s her, I should know,” Master Scaine said.
“What if it’s-”
“If it’s her, I’ll bring her up and make sure she makes it to your house,” Master Scaine said. “Please, listen to me. I need you to do this for me, so I know you’re safe.”
“Thank you,” Master Scaine said as he disappeared back inside, shutting and locking the iron gate behind him.
Morn stood there for a moment, thinking about what he had seen and what Master Scaine had told him. He turned and walked to his mother’s grave as a light drizzle began. Her gravestone looked as it always had. The grass still the grey-green color that most of the grass had in the town.
The rain began coming down heavier, quickly soaking through his clothes as he stood there, thinking about how she had called him her baby boy. He hoped that Master Scaine would see that she was down in the Gallery. It was her. He knew it in his gut.
“Are you okay?” a voice said behind him.
Morn turned to see Celeste standing in the rain, holding an umbrella. She walked over to him and held it over his head.
“I think so,” Morn said with a thousand-yard-stare, “I talked with Master Scaine. He took me deep into the monastery to a beautiful crypt. On the way back, I saw my mother. She’s still down there.”
“I think we had better get you home,” Celeste said, “You don’t look or sound well.”
“Okay,” Morn agreed, letting her lead him.
As Morn walked through the gate to the graveyard, he felt a similar sensation to what he had felt in the lift, but this time he didn’t leave his body. His legs forced him to turn around and face the entrance to the monastery. There, in the darkened entrance behind the iron gate, was the faintly glowing figure of his mother.
“Do you see her?” Morn asked, taking a step.
“See who?” Celeste asked.
Morn pointed, “There, in the entrance. My mother.”
Celeste put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from walking back to the gate. “There’s no one there,” she said.
Morn looked at Celeste in disbelief, “she’s right there!” he said, turning back to the gate. No one was standing there. Morn felt the world suddenly shift beneath him and, for a moment he felt weightless. Celeste caught him on the way down.
“Whoa, buddy,” Celeste said. “I think we might need help getting you home.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Morn said, stumbling back to his feet. “I’ll be okay. Let’s go.”
Morn held onto Celeste’s arm the rest of the way back. The dizzy spells occasionally came during the walk, but Celeste was patient and waited for them to pass while he leaned on her.
“Where’s Jaque?” Morn asked as they stepped up to his front door.
“Probably at home,” Celeste said, “you can tell us about it after you’ve had some rest, okay?”
Morn nodded and walked inside. Celeste led him to the couch where she stripped him down to his undergarments, propped up his head, and covered him with a blanket before lighting the fire.
“I’m going to run next door really quick to talk to my mom. I’ll be right back, okay?” she said.
Morn heard the door open and close. The fire quickly heated up the room, and Morn felt the exhaustion wash over him again. His eyelids felt too heavy for him to stay awake any longer. His last thought was of how sad she was going to be when she found out that his father had died only days ago. They could have been together.
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