Wizard's Chronicle: Chapter 5

Nausea

While Thomas and his family were walking around the plaza. Mythos had one of his fits again.

"Father. I feel dizzy."

Thomas and Elena looked at each other.

Thomas quickly took hold of his son.

On Mythos's skin he could see violet spots on his arms and his face.  Mythos eyes were dreamy like he was about to fall asleep.

Thomas quickly decided to enter the nearest inn.

They took a table and they rested Mythos on a chair.

The innkeeper approached them looking for someway he might assist.

"Mister innkeeper, do you have a chair with an armrest?" Thomas inquired.

The innkeeper glanced briefly at Mythos. His look of concern was quickly mixed with a hint of fear. Thomas noticed that the people who were dinning in during that time were feeling the same.

They were no stranger to the danger of a gifted child having fits.

Still the innkeeper came back momentarily with a new chair. He even helped Thomas transfer Mythos to the new chair.  But Thomas knew that if the innkeeper had a choice, he would not dare touch Mythos.

"Thank you innkeeper."

"Anything else sir?" The innkeeper asked.

"Please bring me and my wife something to eat and a soup with broth for my child."

The innkeeper nodded.

Elena pulled her chair near Mythos and she held his hand stroking it gently as if that would help ease his pain.  But they both knew that there was nothing they could do but wait.

"I can't bear to see him like this." Elena was near tears.

"I know wife." Thomas sighed and slumped his back on his own chair. "I hope the wizards can cure whatever ails him."

Thomas wondered, why does it have to be his son?  If only he could take the child's pain instead.

"Little witches." Someone in the inn spat. He was a thin, frail, and balding man. He was probably frustrated to be in the inn during this time and he could run lest town people brand him a coward. "Damn." He took a swig at his liquor. Cold perspiration were starting to form on his forehead.

Thomas was oblivious to the man cursing because his concern was for his son.  He noticed that Mythos's spot were beginning to disappear. He took a sigh of relief.

"He will be alright."Elena told him. She was now  able to smile.

The people in the inn who were frozen stiff on their chair began to relax.

Mythos slowly opened his eyes but it was obvious that he was still feeling dizzy.

"You alright?" Thomas asked.

Mythos forced a smile. "A little bit father."

"You had us worried there son. But it will be alright. The wizards will find a way to cure you."

Mythos tried to nod.

Thomas tried to recall if anyone from his bloodline ever had the gift. As far as he can tell, there was no one. He was descended from a family of professional soldiers. There was no one in his family history of anyone being mentioned to be different. Mythos was the first one.

Elena was decended from a family of landowners: barons, and dukes. No one in her family history has ever been mentioned of having the gift.

"Why Now?" Thomas asked himself.