The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 3

re-shouldering Aamir’s arm. His forehead was slick with sweat, and his sweatshirt was drenched. Ellabell wasn’t faring much better.
“A building, I think,” replied Alex, pointing to the manmade shape within the thicket of trees.
It wasn’t too far from where they stood, which seemed to curb Jari’s annoyance. Their current location was too out in the open; they could all feel it. There was an unnerving sense of being watched, or that they would be snuck up on in their sleep, if they stopped where they were, just on the edge of the lake.
“Fine,” muttered Jari. They set off toward the hidden structure in the tree line.
As they reached it, Alex could see it was a tumbledown shed of sorts, set back in a secluded clearing. A thin line of trees stood in front of it, giving it some camouflage. Behind it spanned the same dense forest, but it did not seem as menacing here, where the moonlight glanced in and brightened the place. It looked as inviting as any spot they were likely to find.
The door to the ramshackle hut was locked with a rusted padlock, and, though it would have been nice to sleep indoors, Alex wasn’t sure they should risk the noise of breaking it, just to sleep inside a dirty shed. Besides, it was a clear, warm night—the perfect kind for sleeping beneath the stars.
Setting Natalie and Aamir down against two sturdy tree trunks, Alex and the others began forming a makeshift camp in the clearing, making sure they picked well-hidden sleeping places. From within the clearing, they had a good view of the lake and the surrounding area, in case anyone tried to sneak up on them.
Alex looked around at the tired faces of his friends; every single one of them was at their limit, their eyes flitting about, their nerves set on edge, wondering if a search party was coming after them. He knew, because he was thinking exactly the same thing and could not take his eyes off the path through which they had come. Natalie had successfully moved the portal, allowing them to escape, but Alex suspected it had taken far more out of her than she was willing to let on. She was barely able to sit unaided, her body tipping to one side from sheer exhaustion. Her breathing was shallow too, and her face was pale and waxy, but she pushed Alex away when he tried to help, claiming to be fine though they both knew she was not.
Aamir, leaning up against the tree beside Natalie, was still in a bad way too, as if cutting the band on his wrist had released something foul within him that had sickened him physically. His temperature was rising, and he was sweaty and feverish, calling out in his unconscious delirium about golden monsters and shadows that clawed at him. His voice was tight and on the edge of a whimper, laced with an undeniable tremor of fear. It spooked Alex, and he could see fear on the others’ faces with each garbled cry, but no scream was as terrifying as the next words that came from Aamir’s mouth.
“It will come… a plague will sweep the land… no escape… coming for us!” Aamir cried, lashing out in his unconscious state. Jari rushed to him, trying to soothe the sleeping figure as he twisted and turned beneath the hands of imaginary monsters.
It reminded Alex of dark biblical stories he had heard as a child, sending a snaking sensation of fear through him. The words were ominous ones, and Alex wished Aamir were lucid enough to shed some light on their meaning.
Eventually, after some calming words, Jari managed to get Aamir to settle and maneuvered him into a fetal position on the grass. After that, the crying out seemed to stop, and a calm slumber took over Aamir’s body, marred only by a few jolting spasms.
Watching Aamir, Alex hoped that, if their friend got better—with the golden band gone—he would be able to talk more about what he learned when he became a teacher and the secrets bestowed on all the faculty. Glancing around, he could see he wasn’t the only one. Even Jari’s eyes seemed curious, as they flitted toward the now-empty spot on Aamir’s wrist where the crackling band of golden light had been.
“I’ll take the first watch,” insisted Alex, refusing the protests of Jari and Ellabell, the only two still awake.
Natalie had shimmied down the tree trunk and was nestled into the ground, curled in a similar position to Aamir. Wandering over to her with an air of concern, Alex checked that she was breathing and sighed with relief as he heard the quiet rhythm of sleep. Jari was frazzled, his blond hair sticking up, and Ellabell looked dead on her feet. It had to be Alex who stayed up. The others were in dire need of sleep, and he knew he at least had something left in the tank, whereas they were running on empty. Carrying Aamir had taken its toll on them, and, though they tried not to show it, Alex knew they were close to collapsing.
“Get some rest. I’ll be fine.” He managed to smile at them, gesturing to the ground.
The pair fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the grass. Ellabell was curled up in a shady corner, and Alex moved quietly over to where she lay, careful not to disturb her as he knelt on the grass and tucked his sweater loosely around her sleeping figure. It was chillier in the spot she had chosen, and he didn’t want her to get cold as she slept. Feeling the brush of the soft fabric, she mumbled something in her sleep. Alex found there was a smile playing upon his lips as he watched her nuzzle the edge of his sweater and pull it closer around herself.
Not wanting to risk waking her, Alex stood and walked back across the clearing, taking up a position at the edge of