Chapter 12

“Tom, this is Futha,” she said, indicating the brown-haired little woman. “She was a close friend many years ago. She is what your kind calls a brownie.” Looking at Futha, Frilly looked back, “Oh my! The other is her sister. She was so hurt and angered by Malamon that she turned into a bogie, a type of goblin. Futha is hoping that you can heal her mind so she will revert back to her brownie form.”

Looking at Futha, Tom thought, I will do my best. Thank you, came a surprised and almost happy thought.

The bogie smiled evilly, and its eyes began to glow red as it looked around the room. Tom opened up and reached, feeling the anger that the bogie held. It was thick, so thick it was almost palpable. Tom moved in and out of the anger, so deep he spent 10 minutes delving deep to find the bottom of it. Starting to relieve the anger, the bogie tried to lash out at Tom, snarling, trying to hit him and distract him from what he was doing. Fifteen minutes later, he was still ridding the bogie of the pain when it screamed and cursed at him, then it was silent. After 30 minutes of working, the bogie was finally still. Futha, though not showing much emotion, had a hopeful look on her face.

Tom had finally broken through. All the pain was gone, and he was finishing, placing the happiest event in the forefront of her mind. As he watched, the bogie started to transform. Within a minute, the bogie was looking more and more like a brownie. Futha’s eyes grew wider, then tears began to flow. Holding the leash for her sister looser and looser until her sister was completely transformed. Her sister stood there, a look of amazement on her face. Futha held her close as they both began to cry with joy. Separating, they both walked to Tom, bowing low. Tom heard Thank you, we owe you a life and another for our family. If you ever have need of us, call Futha, and we will be there. With that, they walked out the door and were gone.

Still a little confused, Tom looked at Frilly. “We have to talk, Frilly. You have to stop telling all the magical beings that I can help them.”

“Sir, I only told one, my friend,” sighing, she looked at Tom. “Though I am afraid many are friends, and the last was a small miracle to most of the magical beings. That one, I am afraid, is going to gain you a lot of notice.”

Tom just shook his head and increased the shield around the house. Tom laid down, tired again from the three mind healings he had done. Frilly let the many friends she knew know not to come over unless they talked to her first.

Tom fell asleep thinking of Myria. He remembered the sweet sound of her voice; somehow he thought he’d heard her voice before. Try as hard as he could, he couldn’t remember where he’d heard it. Floating again, he was searching for Myria when he felt a rush of energy enter where he was.

“I thought I might catch you here,” Malamon said as he advanced on Tom. Reaching, Tom felt the fragile tether Malamon was hanging on to. Tom rushed to Malamon’s mind, grabbing three strands of magic. Tom started pulling, feeling only one break away; he heard Malamon screaming. Tom felt him rush back, hitting Tom square in the chest. He flew back from the strands, ripping them loose. Luckily, he’d wrapped his arms around them. His head starting to pound, Tom withdrew faster than he thought he could. Malamon was screaming at him as he left.