Enlightenment

By Bruce Golden

Forced to leave his home, a boy learns magic from a mysterious traveling old man.
When a boy's family is killed, and his home destroyed by marauders, he begins a journey with a traveling old man.
As time and distance takes him further from his home, the boy strives to learn everything he can from the old man before he dies.
What will he do if the old man dies, despite his best efforts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Water Dragon Publishing
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9781962538381

Bruce Golden

Bruce Golden has sold more than a hundred short stories published across a score of countries and three dozen anthologies. His recent novella, Monster Town, a satirical take on the world of the hard-boiled detective — one populated by the monsters of old black and white horror movies — is in development as a television series.

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Enlightenment

Bruce Golden

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Enlightenment

They’d been hunting him since sunrise — four vague shapes on horseback — always skirting the horizon, always looming ominously. He didn’t know if they were part of the marauding band that had thundered into his community or not. All he knew was running. He’d run when they first attacked — when he saw Will Landesgard cut down with a long metal shaft that shimmered in the moonlight as it struck. He’d run and he’d hid, fear an acrid scent in his nostrils, and then he’d run some more. How long he’d run, he wasn’t certain. How long he slept, collapsed with fatigue, hidden in a patch of scrub, he had no idea. How much time had passed? A day? Two? How many sunrises had there been?

At one point, Konner thought he’d escaped, but then he’d seen the four riders in the distance — four menacing silhouettes posed against a backdrop of his own panic. So he ran again. When he was too exhausted to run any more, when his legs gave out, his lungs burned, and his feet cried out in pain, he’d found another place to hide. Not that there were many places to hide on that hilly plain. He picked the best place he could find and lay flat, unmoving, as still as the Harvest Christ prepared for planting.

When he couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer, he found himself awash in a chaotic dream. Everywhere he turned, his people were under attack. He saw his father butchered like a hog, his mother attacked, his little sister Hazel scooped up like a frightened animal, roughly bound and slung over the back of a horse. When she screamed, he woke with a start.

Try as he might to sort through the horrific images, Konner couldn’t remember. Had it actually happened like that? Was it only a dream, his imagination, or had he seen it all with his own eyes?

He sat up and looked around. There they were — the four horsemen — still a ways behind him, mounted on a hill as if surveying the terrain, no doubt searching for him. Konner thought he saw one of them point in his direction. One of the horses reared up and they all started down the hill toward him.

He surged to his feet and ran.

He ran as fast as he could, slowing only once to glance backwards. He no longer saw his pursuers, only an uneven terrain studded with high brush and endless