Friday, September 30, 2016

Chapter 2, Mathilda

***WARNING!!! My stories often contain strong language, sensitive issues, and, at times, other content that could be construed as offensive. Beliefs and viewpoints of characters are not necessarily the beliefs and viewpoints the Author holds in true life.***

One thing I had to say about Witch Mathilda is that she didn't keep me waiting long. As I relaxed on the bed, there was a rustling sound outside my hut and a knock sounded at the door. "Imagine entertaining company in this god-forsaken place," I muttered. I hauled myself to my feet, swung open the door, and gazed raptly at my idol. "It is an honor to meet you, Your Grace," I said, giving her a respectful curtsy.

"Your Grace, is it?" she said, tilting her head and peering at me. "Under the circumstances, you'd best call me Mathilda and I'll call you Lynette. There is no need for formalities out here. I'm here to help and to offer you the hand of friendship."

"I could use all the held I can get," I shrugged. "This isn't exactly the Waldorf, but I think I have the makings for tea or something in there." I swept my arm toward the kitchenette, shrugged again.

"Ah, you do. I saw to that," she replied. I beckoned her to sit down, then rummaged around in the supplies Mathilda had left for me earlier.

We sipped our tea in silence for a while and I was relieved to sit. I was weak after my brush with death; even preparing tea was exhausting. "I'm sorry. I would have put together something for us to eat with our tea, but..." I trailed off and looked down.

"You are exhausted and recovering, Lynette. Social politeness can wait for another time. The important thing is that you get your strength back." She sipped daintily at her tea and studied me with those dark eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. "I have only an hour before I must go, so we need to make the most of our time. There is a lot I must tell you."

"Mainly why I'm here, right?" I asked, looking at her over my teacup.

"Even I don't know for certain, but I have my suspicions as to why you are here. You are meant to fulfill an important destiny, and I believe that your being here is the only way for it to happen. I have reason to believe that here is the safest place for you and that danger surrounds you on the mainland."

Her words and intonation of her speech made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "'re saying that I'm destined to be here and that something would happen to me back home?" I shivered. "The only one I can think of who'd want to do me in would be my fiance's mother. She hates me, really loathes me. I wasn't good enough for her precious little boy. I'm sure she's throwing the bash of the century now that she likely thinks me dead." I said, a note of bitterness in my voice.

 Mathilda lowered her teacup, frowning. "If you feel she is capable of doing you harm, it's best that she continues to believe you dead. In fact, White Wolf and I are the only ones who know for certain that you are alive. I will not reveal that to anyone else except Lenora and Alina, who are my daughters and their husbands. Someone will visit you once a month, whether it's me or one of them. None of us can remove you from this island but you can trust them as you do me."

"At least I won't be in total solitude. That's at least something," I sighed. "What am I to do with myself though? I guess I could learn to fish, but a person can do something for only so long."

"I understand," Mathilda nodded. "I am leaving a few things here with you. There will be plenty of reading material, and I'm leaving a radio that's equipped with long-range reception. As you enjoy painting and writing stories, I'm leaving an easel, a tablet and a special computer that will allow you to contact me any time. The tablet is loaded with more books and things. There is a generator I've charmed to keep you in power until I or one of my daughters visits you again to renew it. Eventually, you'll be able to do that yourself because i am challenging you with improving your magical skill. I'll tutor you during our visits and will leave instructions and things for you to work on in my absence. You'll have no internet connection, but I've made it so you can use the electronics to contact me if need be as I've said. Right now, that's all I can leave you with."

I mustered a weak smile. "It's more than I expected, really. At least I won't be bored out of my mind. Just one more thing. Will I live alone here for good?"

Mathilda gave me an enigmatic look and poured herself more tea. That is a topic of discussion for another day. I'm certain more will be revealed to me, which I will share with you when I can. From now until my next visit, I suggest you work on improving your magic, beginning some paintings, and even writing some pieces. You could even begin a journal if you wish."

When we finished our tea, Mathilda arose and pointed at the bed. "You need to rest some more. Then, you can worry about setting things up how you want them. I must leave you now."

I heaved a resigned sigh, not looking forward to the solitude. "Thank you for your generosity. I don't know what I would have done otherwise. I thought for sure I might go mad."

"You have more courage than you realize, Lynette. Everything will turn out the way it's meant to." With that, she spun on the spot and disappeared in a vale of white light. I was alone on the Island of Woe once again.

Returning to the bed, my mind began to whirl. I still didn't know why I was here or anything about this destiny I'm meant to fulfill. Then, there was Mathilda and her involvement. I had the feeling she knew beforehand what my fate was to be. She was free to visit me and could leave any time she wanted. As my eyes grew heavy with drowsiness, another question rose to the surface. Why was Mathilda helping me? There was obviously some reason she was going out of her way to offer me assistance; Mathilda Kelly didn't do things for no reason. The last thing I remembered thinking before sleep claimed me was that the magnificent woman who'd saved me knew more, a lot more about this than she was letting on. 

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Chapter 1, Shipwrecked

***WARNING!!! My stories often contain strong language, sensitive issues, and, at times, other content that could be construed as offensive. Beliefs and viewpoints of characters are not necessarily the beliefs and viewpoints the Author holds in true life.***

What they say is true. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm living proof of that.

My name is Lynette Butler and I'm living my own version of "The Blue Lagoon." At least in the movie, Brooke Shields had hunky Christopher Atkins to keep her company and provide her with...entertainment. Me, I'm here all by my lonesome.

How did I get here? Well, that's a long story. It all started when I went on an ocean voyage with my fiance, Jason. We'd just gotten engaged and wanted to take a nice, relaxing trip together before the chaos of planning our wedding consumed us. Little did either of us know that it would be our last trip together.

The storm happened so fast. People were screaming and panicking as the ship rocked and rolled like crazy, stoned fans at a rock concert. The ship sustained irreparable damage. Jason and I were thrown around like kernels in a popcorn popper. To make a long story short, we were thrown overboard but nobody seemed to notice as the ensuing chaos elevated. Jason saved my life by helping me keep afloat. By saving mine, he lost his own due to fatigue and a belly cramp that sent him under the relentless waves. I tried to save him but the waves carried me away. I really don't remember much after that. I remember going under myself and when I woke up, I found myself here, wherever here was.

I knew Jason was dead and part of my heart died with him. He died to save me! How could I live with that? How could I live without him?

I had very little hope that anyone was looking for me. I had nobody in my life but Jason. My mother was dead and who knows where, or even who, my father was. She died in childbirth to have me, and I was raised in an orphanage run by a wonderful man simply known as White Wolf. I adored him and the monks and was terribly homesick for them when it was my time to go out into the world. See, it wasn't the type of horrible orphanage you often hear about; it was a home where children were loved, taken care of, and protected. I suppose the best way to describe it is that it's similar to the place that Aunt T had in the old Twilight Zone episode, "The Bewitchin' Pool." White Wolf was our Aunt T and oh, how we all loved him!

I met Jason right after I'd finished school. He was the rich boy in town and his snobbish mother hated me. She felt I was in a class beneath her only son, so she did everything she could to try to break us up. Jason, to his courage and my delight and relief, stood by me and gave his mother an ultimatum. Either she accepted me or she'd lose him. Since then, she tolerated me but there was no mistaking the hatred I'd see in her eyes when she let it show at times when Jason wasn't looking. I'm sure Jason's mother blames me for her son's death, so there's no way she'd ever initiate a search for me. She'd be glad to see me dead.

I'm not dead but for a long time, I wished I was. I was alone and stranded, having lost the only person, other than White Wolf and the monks, who truly loved me without question. I would have welcomed death at any second.

I almost got my wish. During my ordeal, my leg was gashed. I was in such a state that I didn't care for it properly and even ignored the pain. Out here, infection can set in quickly and that's exactly what happened. I got sicker and sicker, and I baked from both the sun and a high fever. I was in and out of consciousness and most likely delirious at times. When I was next aware of things, I awoke drenched in sweat and lying in a bed.

I was lying in a bed! 

I noticed even more differences before my eyes popped open. I blinked at my surroundings, noticing that I was now in some sort of enclosure. There was a roof over my head, some sort of port-a-potty thing nearby, a fridge and stove in the corner, and a table beside the bed. I must have still been in the same location since I could smell the salty ocean and hear the waves crashing on the beach. Still, this hut or whatever I was in hadn't been here before. Was there someone else on this God-forsaken island with me?

My eyes turned to the table, my attention seized by a piece of paper neatly folded on it. I picked it up, realizing I'd been mistaken; instead of one sheet, there were two folded together. I gasped and nearly dropped the papers when I saw my beloved Jason's handwriting.

Dearest Lynette,
     My heart breaks at the thought of you being here alone, but the benevolent spirits have told me that it is fate. I love you and wanted nothing more than for us to spend the rest of our lives together and grow old with each other. Again, the benevolent spirits told me that this was not to be. As unfair as it seems, things happen for a reason and I must accept what destiny has in mind. 
     I cannot be with you in physical life but know that I will live in your heart forever. A part of me will always be with you, and I'll remain alive to you every time you think of me. Know this too, my darling Lynette. Death is not the end. I am all right where I am and so must you be. You must fight to live. It will be very trying, but take courage, my love, and know that things will get better. I need you to live, Lynette, for if you die, then I die within you. I can be at peace with the benevolent spirits if I know that you will live and make a life for yourself no matter where you are.
                                                With all my love,

I held the letter against my heart, rocked back and forth, and sobbed. "Oh, Jason! You have to help me understand why this has happened. If I am to lose you and be confined here, I need to understand why." I traced my finger over his name, caressing the signature I knew as well as my own. He wanted me to live and to not give up. He'd saved me, valuing my life over his because he loved me. As much as I wanted to scream and beat my fists against my chest in protest, I knew I had to honor what he wanted and try to make the best of the situation. I had to resign myself to being a castaway and live...without him.

With shaking fingers, I picked up the second sheet of paper. My jaw dropped as I read

Dear Lynette,
     First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mathilda Blankenship Kelly. As you are a witch yourself, I'm sure you must be familiar with who I am. I'm writing you this letter to inform you that I'll be offering you some assistance in your plight.
     I'm sure you don't exactly know where you are, so let me explain. You are in a place called the Isle of the Midnight Sun. It has also been called the Isle of Woe. It is surrounded by its own form of magic. Therefore, if you tried to escape by teleportation, you will find that kind of magic blocked by the magic that serves the island. You can perform other magic but unfortunately, you will not be able to escape by magical means.
     As I have said, I'm writing to you because I'll be offering you some assistance. I cannot take you from the island, for it is your destiny to remain here for a purpose. Even I do not know what that purpose is, but I am confident that eventually, that purpose will reveal itself to you in time. What I can do, however, is bring you little things to help you survive and to pass the time. I will be visiting you shortly, for there is much we must discuss. 
     I won't reveal much in this letter, for it's best that we talk face to face. I'll reveal something, however, and that something is that it was I who erected this enclosure and settled you here. You surely would have died of exposure, if not fever, had you remained directly in the sun. That was to be avoided, so it was necessary to get you out of danger. I also used my magic to save you from the infection and get you on the road to recovery. What you need now is plenty of rest to regain your strength.
     I will see you soon.
                                  Mathilda Kelly

I was truly and utterly speechless. Of course I knew who Mathilda was; she was the most powerful witch in the multiverse. I'd always wanted to one day stand in her presence but never thought it would happen. I'd actually get to meet her. Strange that it took me getting marooned on some sort of magical deserted island for that to happen. "Well, Jason," I said aloud. "They sometimes say life's a beach but this is rather ridiculous, don't you think?"

I flopped onto the bed and waited for something to happen.

Author's Note - Thanks goes to Shafer249 for letting me borrow White Wolf, his siblings, and his sire whenever I need them. He was not pictures, so he'll get an honorable mention.

Witch Mathilda can be seen in my other stories, "Forever in Time" and "Another World." Links to those stories are in the sidebar on this blog.