A Wizard Comes Calling E-Book

Teter Keyes

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Thirteen-year-old Deidra Ann lives in the southern United States with her Granny, Aunt Willa, and Uncle Billie. Behind their house is a mysterious forest where magical creatures live. Last year when Deidra ventured in, she discovered Bernardo, a talking tree snake, and Ruff, the half-wolf forest guardian.

In this book, Uncle Abe, a wizard claiming to be over a hundred years old, arrives to teach Deidra Ann magic skills. Those skills will soon be needed to help save the forest and the special creatures that live within it.

“A Wizard Comes Calling” is the second book in the Deidra Ann Adventures series of middle-grade fantasy novels by Teter Keyes.

Leseprobe

A WIZARD COMES CALLING

DEIDRA ANN ADVENTURES

BOOK 2

TETER KEYES

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Next in the Series

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2022 Teter Keyes

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Darci Heikkinen

Cover art by Lordan June Pinote

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

To readers—both the young and the young-at-heart—who yearn for a bit of magic in their lives. I know I do.

Teter

CHAPTERONE

My name is Deidra Ann Williams. I'm thirteen years old. I never met my momma and don't know anything about my daddy. I live with Granny, Uncle Billy, and Aunt Willa in a house at the edge of a mysterious forest. I know what lives in the woods because last summer, I ventured in to find my schoolmate. Ordinary folks would never believe what I saw there.

Today is February twenty-nine, this being a leap year. Riding on the school bus toward home, the air feels heavy and ominous, like just before a bad thunderstorm. But when I look outside the school bus window, the sky is blue and clear all the way up to heaven.

Still, this heavy bad feeling gets stronger the closer I get to home. It wraps around me like one of Granny's crocheted afghans.

"Bye, for now, Miss Deidra," the bus driver tells me, all cheery and the like. I'm the last stop on the route and expect Mr. Bailey is happy to let me off, so he can turn around for home.

I watch him carefully as I walk down the aisle to the folding door at the front of the bus. He looks the same as always. Does that mean he doesn't have the same feeling that a bad storm is on the way that I do? I'm guessing not. I give him a little wave and, with heavy feet, start up the walkway to Granny's house.

It doesn't really surprise me that Mr. Bailey doesn't feel what I do. Town folks whisper that my granny and her kin are witches. In a way, they're right.

These gossips are the same ones who make their way to our door, asking for help with disobedient families, money troubles, broken hearts, and such. Not that they would ever admit this to their neighbors. Granny fixes them up real nice with words, herbs, and potions. In return, they bring us eggs, cured hams, fresh-baked bread, and jars of jams and jellies in every color.

The closer I get to the house, the more the very ground tries to bind my shoes to it.

Clomp, clomp, I go up the walk, gravity pushing against me so hard it feels like my body is getting squatty.

Finally, I reach my hand out for the doorknob. My arm feels like it weighs a ton. I turn the knob, lose my balance, and go tumbling inside. Whatever had been pressing down on me is gone, and now I feel weightless. What the heck?

Aunt Willa is there, sitting on the couch and doing some knitting, looking all so normal that I think I must have imagined the feeling.

She turns to me and asks, "How was your day?"

Normal, like I said.

"The same." I shrug, intending to forget what happened. Then I reconsider. Willa is watching me like she's 'xpecting me to say more. Odd, especially since I'm sure she didn't venture out today.

Here's the thing about my auntie. Something real bad happened to her before I was born. What that was, I don't know since everyone thinks I'm too little to be told such things. Hello, I'm thirteen now.

Willa fled to the safety of Granny's house, new husband in tow. Uncle Billy, seeing how things were to be, built a cottage for them up the rise and connected the two houses with a passthrough.

"Well?" Willa asks, having paused in the knitting.

"I… I, well, it feels strange-like out there," I bumble out. "I must have just imagined it 'cause I'm fine now."

"Like something powerful bad is smashing against the horizon?"

"Something like that," I admit.

"It tried creeping in here, too, but I don't cotton to that sort of thing sneaking in like a mouse thinking it's gonna grab a nibble."

I think about that for a while. Before last summer, I wouldn't have believed my aunt had witching skills like Granny. But being lost in the woods looking for my classmate, Jenny, had changed my thinking.

"Where's Granny?" I ask, turning my mind in a different direction.

"She's on the phone."

"Who with?"

"She didn't say, and don't you go bothering her."

I circle back to what Aunt Willa had said. "Something bad is gonna happen? What?"

Willa smooths back her hair, tucking the stray strands back into the bun she always puts her hair in. As she does, I notice a few more silver ones that catch the light in the dark hair.

"Can't tell yet."

I think about that. Is that why Granny is on the phone?

Willa folds what she's been knitting, pokes the needles into it, and tucks it all into a basket with her yarn balls.

"Come on now, Missy. Best we be getting supper on. Billy'll be home soon enough."

Uncle Billy works at the sawmill. He's my favorite uncle, not that I have others. Even if I did, he'd still be my favorite. Billy is handsome, and he makes me laugh. Sometimes when he comes home, he has sawdust in his hair, making it look like he's been sprinkled with pixie dust.

There's stew meat simmering on the stove. Its deliciousness fills the air and makes my tummy growl when I go into the kitchen.

"Peel those potatoes," Willa tells me, pointing to a pile on the countertop. "There's carrots need chopping in the 'fridgerator too. When you're done, bring up a jar of green beans from the cellar. I'll get a-going on the biscuits."

Granny comes into the kitchen, having finished with the call. She's frowning.

"It feels real bad outside," I tell her. "Started on the bus ride home."

"I know, child. I've been trying to spot it out."

We're mostly done with the supper fixin', and it's getting toward dusk when Uncle Billy parks his truck in the spot beside the picket fence.

"Home," he announces when he comes through the kitchen door.

The three of us freeze as wisps of pending doom enter the house with him. They swirl like fog through the kitchen.

My uncle is usually grinning. He normally tosses his cap to land—most of the time—atop a hook on the coat bar beside the door, sweeps up my aunt, and lands a loud smooch right on her lips.

Today, he cautiously hangs up his cap like he's afraid that missing the hook will bring down a boatload of bad luck. Instead of his usual grin, his face is grim.

"What is it?" Granny asks.

Aunt Willa says nothing as the wisps of wrongness still float around the room, making her pale with the worry.

Uncle Billy runs a hand through his hair, sawdust falling onto his shoulders.

"Old Mr. Sumner's family sold the mill."

Willa clasps her hands over her mouth and sinks onto a kitchen chair.

"Who?" I ask.

"Couple outsiders named Ben Minor and Ralph Shaw."

"When did this take place?" Willa asks.

"Not sure, but they told us all today, late afternoon."

That would have been about the same time that looming bad thunderstorm feeling came over me on the ride home.

Billy goes to where Willa sits and starts rubbing her shoulders. He continues, "They gathered the mill workers up and made the announcement. Expect by now the lumberman and haulers in the field know it too."

When I look over at Granny, she doesn't seem surprised. I figure that was what the phone call was all about.

It doesn't seem like such bad news. Sure, the Sumner family has been running the sawmill business for a long time, but that doesn't explain why it feels so wrong.

Then Billy adds, "Rumor has it Minor and Shaw have been eyeing our woods. All that old-growth timber, they're likely seeing buckets of dollar bills."

That explains it. Old Mr. Sumner and his family had sworn off cutting down the trees in the woods behind the house. Uncle Billy said that decision was made long ago after bad accidents had befallen those trying to cut trees at the town edge of the haunted woods. Saws sprang back and injured the timbermen. Trucks with logging trailers slid off the road or stopped running altogether. A couple of loggers strolled into the trees to survey the area, never to be seen again. Others said they had spotted demons in the thick forest and refused to work.

"I see a bad storm coming," Granny declares.

CHAPTERTWO

Billy goes up the passthrough to his house to get cleaned up. Granny and Willa finish preparing supper. I set the table.

We're just getting ready to pass the food when headlights flash through the kitchen window, and a horn blares.

Ahooga.

Billy guffaws.

Willa says, "Uncle Abe?"

Granny snorts, "That troublesome old man again."

What the crackers is going on?

"Might as well set out another plate, Deidra Ann," Granny tells me.

I'm setting out silverware when there's a knock at the kitchen door.

Billy opens it and in walks the strangest-looking little man that I'd ever seen. He tootles into the kitchen on skinny, bowed legs. His chest is as round as a barrel and partially hidden by a long gray beard.

"Good to see ya again, Uncle Abe," Billy tells him.

"Likewise, Billy."

"Might as well take a seat at the table, seeing your timing about a home-cooked meal hasn't changed," Granny says, pointing to the empty chair.

"Don't mind if I do, seeing what's on this here table is throwing off a powerful good aroma."

He pulls in a deep nose full of air, pulls out the chair, and then spies me.

"Well, don't it beat all. You must be Rachel's Sprout. What they call you?"

"Deidra Ann."

He sweeps the flat cap off his head and gives a little bow. "I be Abbott Macron Bastien. You can call me Uncle Abe, most everyone does." He squints and looks me over. "Don't much take after your ma, I see. Suspect you favor⁠—"

Granny interrupts. "Sit yourself down, Abe, 'fore the stew gets cold."

She aims her eyeballs at me. "And close your mouth, Deidra Ann. If'n it was summer, you'd be catching flies."

My brain is pinging all around, and I can barely breathe. Did Uncle Abe almost say my daddy's name? That must mean he knows who my father is.

I have green eyes and curly red hair that frizzes up when I get excited. It's different than the dark hair and blue eyes like the rest of my kin. Are those the parts I got from my daddy? Ping, Ping, go my thoughts like the silver ball in the pinball machine down at the hardware store.

While Uncle Abe eats—slurps, actually—I sneak glances at him. He's shorter than me and under the cap with its thin brim is a bald head. He has to hold back his bushy beard when he lifts the soup spoon so as not to get drips in it.

Suspenders hold up his pants. A flannel shirt worn to near transparency at the elbows covers his round chest. He is old, maybe older than Granny, but his eyes are bright. They sparkle with some amusement it seems only he knows.

After dinner is done, Willa brings out the pie she made from the orchard apples we gathered and dried last fall.

He hoots. "Now, this be a treat," Uncle Abe says when Willa sets the pie and plates on the table.

"What brings you here?" Granny asks Abe when, at last, we push back from the table.

"Got a message bad news was coming to these here parts."

It had been just this afternoon when the doom cloud weighed me down, and Uncle Billy told us the sawmill had been sold. Uncle Abe appeared soon after. He must live nearby, but why have I never met him?

"You live 'round here?" I ask.

"I was in Fiji."

I puzzle on that for a while.

"Uncle Billy only learned the mill was sold today. Where's Fiji?"

"It be islands across the sea from New Zealand."

How did he…? This is getting weirder and weirder.

"Dolphin messenger," he answers like I had asked out loud. "That's the best way to get news out there, although those rascals like making it difficult to get it outta them."

My head is spinning. I look around at the others thinking this is some big joke, but they look all serious-like.

"It was coming on for a while, then?" Billy asks.

"It was. Say, fork me up another slice of that pie, will ya."

Granny gives him the squint eye, but she scoops up a wedge and drops it onto Uncle Abe's plate.

He goes right on talking. "Gotta say, the weather was a dang sight warmer there on the island. Especially around that volcano that we had to hush."

He looks around at everyone sitting at the table and then focuses on me.

"Wouldn't do to have that mountain start spewing lava all over the village."

Any minute now, Granny, Uncle Billy, and Aunt Willa are gonna start laughing, me being the butt-end of some joke.

No one does. No one even grins, and that includes Billy, who always gets too pent up to keep a secret off his face.

"Well, now. I suppose we'd better get after it," Uncle Abe declares after he finishes his pie.

We make quick work of the dishes. Abe and Billy are talking in the living room parlor, and Abe has lit a pipe. The scent of burning tobacco drifts toward us, not an unpleasant smell.

"Heard you got a taste of them mysteries in the woods last summer," Abe tells me after we're all settled around the warmth of the fireplace.

"A schoolmate got lost," I tell him.

"Not a friend?"

More like a bully who enjoyed rousting me, but how does he know that?

"Tell me what you got up to in there."

I look at Granny, seeing this is not something we talk about outside of the family. She nods for me to go ahead. I tell Uncle Abe about looking for Jenny and finding Ruff, the forest guardian dog. I describe the mermaid people in the springs and the invisible bridge over the canyon that we crossed. I even tell him about snake man, only stuttering a little when I tell this part.

"Hmmm," he says when I've finished. He sucks on the pipe and blows out smoke rings that rise to the ceiling. "That Bernardo still up to mischief then," he says to no one in particular.

"Bernardo?" I squeak.

"That dang shape-shifting reptile. He's always been slimy, sneaking around, scaring folks and all. I'm not surprised he's still up to it." He goes on. "Bernardo is mostly harmless unless you're gullible enough to fall under his charms."

I thought back to the last time I saw the snake man. By then, I was angry and frustrated with him always lurking around. I had told him to leave Jenny and me alone, and he had. At the time, I didn't think much about it, but Uncle Abe had put it in a different light.

"You came because of the sawmill, then," Billy asks.

"That and this one," he said, pointing the pipe at me.

CHAPTERTHREE

"You'd best do some 'splaining," Granny tells Abe. She had sat quietly while listening to me tell him about my journey into the woods. Of course, this was no surprise since I had puked it all up to the three of them after Jenny and I finally made our way back home.

Abe taps the ashes into the ashtray, fills the pipe's bowl from the tobacco pouch he pulled from a pocket, and lights it. His short legs hang over the chair seat, not touching the floor. Normally, this would have been funny, but after his arrival, normal has flown out the window. Finally, he begins.

"Them woods are sacred. Been that way forever… since the natives first settled these here parts. I don't have to tell you that."

Granny nods.

"Things go off kilter in there, and who knows what bad events will come about." He looks at me. "You heard the saying that a butterfly flaps its wings in South America and a hurricane pops up in the Atlantic?"

I shake my head no.

"It means that everything is connected. Start destroying this here place that we've been trusted with since before the states were united, and it might cause the world to tip over on its axes." He turns to Granny. "That's one reason," he says to her.

She gives him a long look like she's trying to see inside his mind.

The grandfather clock bongs out eight o'clock.

"Well, Deidra Ann," Granny says to me. "Look at the time, will ya. School tomorrow. Best you be getting your bath done and ready for bed."

"But Granny," I moan. I want to hear more. And I want to know what Abe's other reason is for coming.

"Scoot, you," Granny commands.

Quickly, I bathe, brush my teeth, put on my PJs, and slip out of the bathroom and into the hall so I can hear what they are saying. My ears perk up at what he is saying now.

"You know what I be saying is right," Uncle Abe is telling Granny. "You tried to protect your daughters, but look how that turned out."

"Pardon me. I'm gonna lie down for a spell," Willa says, sounding all flustered.

She is barely out of the room when Abe whispers. "See?"

"Enough," Uncle Billy says roughly.

Abe goes on, "And Rachel, well, learning the skills she needed weren't easy. Better if she could have started young. Woulda saved her a lot of grief."

My heart squeezes, and my vision gets blurry. Granny had told me that my mama dropped me off when I was a baby, claiming the devil had got through her defenses. Was I part of her grief? Tears spill over, and I do a little sniffle.

"That you, Deidra Ann?" Granny asks.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Might as well join in."

I pad on slippered feet to the divan where Granny is and sit down beside her.

"Here," she says, handing me a hankie. "You're the best thing ever happened to us, and don't you go thinking no different. Come on now and tuck yourself up."

I bring up my legs, circle an arm around Granny's waist, and put my head on her shoulder. She seems so small now that it'd been such a long time since I snuggled up with her.

"Mr. Abe here believes you have learning to do 'bout them woods. I suppose he's the best one to teach you."

I perk up. "Like a teacher, you mean?"

Uncle Abe grins. "I'm thinking more like a wizard. I taught your granny, too, when she was just a sprout like you."

I lift my head and looked disbelievingly at Granny.

She nods.

"How old are you?" I ask him.

Uncle Billy snorts. "Older than these here hills, I reckon."

Uncle Abe sucks on his pipe and blows more rings into the air. He looks very satisfied, like he won some game where only the grownups know the rules.

Granny kisses the top of my head. "Now, Missy, you get yourself off to bed." She glares at Abe. "And you best be tucking in for the night too."

"Where's Uncle Abe gonna sleep?" I ask, wondering if I need to give up my bed.