Roanoke: Chapter Fourteen
Presumably this world also had shadows attached to it. If he could find some shadows then he could enter the world of shadows and leave this desert island. But that was the problem: he had not yet seen any caves, or any houses, where there might be a shadow deep enough for his Magick.
He waited on the beach, near the fragments of old ruins, and waited for the sun to go down. Perhaps it might be dark enough, at night, for him to use his Shadow Magick. But he knew that it wouldn’t be. Still, though, he waited there as the huge red sun slowly dipped below the western horizon. At least now he knew what direction was west. That was, of course, presuming that, on this world, the sun set in the west.
The sun went down. The red glow stayed in the sky longer than usual. But that, too, eventually faded.
The stars were out, and they were bright. The moon was up, as well, a low half moon.
Le Fay looked for shadows. He tried to summon up a doorway. But it was too bright. It was dark. But not dark enough to use his Magick. He had really known that it wouldn’t be. But he had still hoped that all that he would need to do was to wait for the night.
He would have to find a deeper shadow, somewhere where the starlight did not shine. He was not going to find that sitting where he was.
He walked all over the island looking for a shadow which was deep enough to use. He couldn’t see one. They were either two small, or nor dark enough.
But at least Trevelyan had not yet come through the doorway to this world. Le Fay supposed that was something. Perhaps Trevelyan was still examining the doorway. Or, if the wizard thought that it really was a gateway to hell, maybe Trevelyan was trying to summon up some demon through the vortex. Well, good luck with that!
Le Fay wished that he knew what was going on back in his world. Even if the vortex had closed when he had jumped into it Trevelyan would know how to open it again. And he had all of the equipment which he needed to get it open. He had all of le Fay’s equipment. Edwyn le Fay had to presume that it would only be a matter of time before Trevelyan came through into this world.
The wizard carried on looking. His legs were now very tired from the fact that he had been walking all over Roanoke Island. He was not really all that used to exercise. He was more a sedentary person. Give him a book and he was happy (as long as that book was about Magick).
Le Fay reflected that, for all of his love of Magick, it might end up being the bane of his life. It was Magick, and his desire to increase his knowledge, which had got him to all manner of dangerous situations in the past. It was his love of Magick which had taken him to the Dark House; which had brought him into conflict with the evil Gideon de Ville; which had seen him thrown into another dimension when he had gone in search of an explanation as to what had happened to the Lost Monolith.
Maybe he had been lucky to get back from that world, rather than get stranded there. Maybe after that close shave he should have done something else with his life. But it was a sad fact that he wasn’t really very good at anything else. It was not that he was stupid. But he had not really bothered with anything other than Magick. He could speak Latin, but that was only because a lot of Magick utilised that dead language. He could read and write to a high level. But that, again, had been necessary for him to be a wizard.
As he walked over the island looking for a large and deep shadow he reflected that he did not even have any hobbies outside of Magick. There were some wizards, he knew, who were interested in inventing things. But that had never interested him. Besides, on the one occasion when he had tried to come up with an idea for something which the world needed but did not yet possess he had not been able t think of anything at all. He had wasted three hours of his life failing to come up with ideas for inventions. He had given up on the idea after that brief episode of failure.
Perhaps he could become a librarian. He did like books (if they were about Magick). And there were libraries everywhere now. He would not mind being surrounded by books. Perhaps if he ever actually got out of his current predicament he should try to become a librarian. He wished that he had come up with this idea before he had gone off in search of the Lost Colony of Roanoke.
And then, just when Edwyn le Fay was about to give up his search for darkness, he saw a large rock. The rock jutted out of the ground at an angle. It cast a small shadow of utter darkness. It would be enough to summon a door to the world of shadows – if such a world existed in this other dimension.
Le Fay had to sit down on the ground, trying to make himself as small as possible. He cast the spell to open a doorway to the world of shadows. But he did not throw himself through the doorway yet. This time he could afford to be cautious. He made sure that it looked safe.
It flickered a little, just around the edges. That must be due to the vortex. But it was nowhere near as bad as when he had gone into the world of shadows and ended up in Richmond. Le Fay fell backwards through the doorway.
In an instant he was in the monochrome dimension of shadows. He felt safe. He knew this place. The lessons of Edward Lang had not been wasted on him.
He moved effortlessly through the world of shadows. He knew where he was going, and that was the mainland to the west. He thought, and thought alone was enough to propel him along. He didn’t need to cast some powerful spell.
Over the water he went. There were no shadows there. He could not have exited the world of Shadows even if he had wanted to. He had to find a shadow large and de enough that it connected the two worlds. He could not leave just anywhere.
In what seemed like seconds he was on the shore of some other land. There were shadows here and there, of what Edwyn le Fay presumed were large rocks and boulders. But none of them were suitable for a doorway back to the Red World.
He carried on, not touching the world around him. He saw a square shadow in his strange monochrome world. It had to be something artificial. You did not get square shadows in the natural world. There were other shadows, some of them trapezoidal in shape. They were the shadows of buildings. This had to be some settlement.
Le Fay looked for a doorway out of the world of Shadows. He opened the doorway and stepped through, back into the ‘real’ world.
Le Fay looked around, to see where he was. There was a small hamlet around of him. He could see houses. And there were lights on in the homes. Le Fay had never been so pleased to see a light in a window.
The houses looked old-fashioned to le Fay. They were made out of wood and stone. They reminded le Fay of pictures he had seen in old books. It made him think of some of the pioneers who had trekked across America.
Le Fay went up to one of the houses which had a light on in its window. He knocked on the door. He was feeling a little bit nervous. He did not know what sort of a reception he was going to get.
The door of the house opened. There was a man standing there, wearing an old-fashioned style of dress.
“Weal come to White Town.” the man said.