Rayne stared expectantly out his bedroom window, the day had finally come; Leafall, 31st, the Festival of Souls. It was a tradition long held sacred
by the people of Blackroot Town. His father had told him that the Festival had begun back in the days before Blackroot Town turned away from the old
God but father had told him not to speak of that outside their home because some people didn't like it when you talked about the old God. Rayne rubbed
at his waking eyes and stirred stiffly in his bed, lied there for several more moments, may have drowsed for five or ten minutes the promptly and
efficiently swung from his hammock, a blue pillow with maroon embroidery tumbled from the hammock as Rayne rose, he sighed lazily and turned to pick
it up. As Rayne was rising to toss the pillow into the hammock the door to his bedroom swung open. Rayne turned to see whom the transgressor was that
had violated his "NO PARENTS OR LITTLE SISTERS ALLOWED" sign, Rayne gasped with utter fear as a boar faced abomination ten feet tall squeezed its way
through his bedroom door, Rayne screamed at the top of his lungs as the foul beast shouted "BOOGA BOOGA!" and Rayne felt immediately foolish as he
recognized his father's booga booga
"Dad," Rayne squeaked, incredulous, "blazes you scared the ritter dung out of me."
"That was the idea son!" boomed his father, pulling off the hairy pig mask, "so?" He asked.
"I... I love it dad, but... what did you get for me?" asked Rayne with a grin.
"Come out to the den and have a look boy, I think you'll be impressed."
His father turned and head toward the den. So Rayne got dressed in a pair of dark brown trousers topped by a light orange spidersilk tunic which he
cinched with a belt made from the skin of a bog boa, all tan and green, his grandfather had given it to him for his last birthday. Rayne sat on the
edge of his bed and pulled on a pair of salt-dried leather boots with tarnished silver clasps, buckled the at the ankle and rose to follow his father.
His dad stood in the den, spread out on a bench was the most splendid Knight's costume Rayne had ever laid his twelve year old eyes on, eyes, which
even know, were welling with tears borne of sheer excitement.
"Luzan, he's crying! I didn't think he would cry! I told you we should have--"
"No!," Rayne all but shouted, "no, dad, its perfect, top notch." He ran to his father and hugged him
fiercely. "thank you dad."
"But you can't put it on till after school, Rayne. It will be here when you get home, aye?"
"Good, now go get your breakfast and tell your mum good morning."
Breakfast turned out to be flapcakes and little spicy sausages, with a scrambled egg and a glass of sweetspice apple cider. As he was working on a
second glass of sweetspice cider his mother asked, "So, Rayne, where you n' that rogue Bug plannin' on trick or treating tonight?"
"Well Bug wants to go up to the rich houses but Lannie thinks we'll just get jumped by bullies on account of that's where all the kids go trick or
treating." He sipped on his cider and nibbled lightly at a leftover sausage, "I think we should go anyway. If I'm to be a real knight I must face the
bullies eventually. I'm not scared of them."
"No," said his mother, "Never afraid, you. Well, off to class with you then cub." She bent to kiss him on the forehead and true to his luck, who else
but Bug swings through their backdoor, his face was painted up to look as though it had been eaten by graveworms and a thick dribble of blood hung
languidly from the corner of his mouth.
"HAHAHA!," Bug had the most annoying laugh, "Rayne loves his mommy!" He said, as Rayne's mother planted the kiss.
"Of course I do you dolt, don't you?"
"Why would I love your mum?" Bug said with a quizzical look.
"Not my mum, thick as molasses, YOUR mum?"
"Oh... what about my mum?"
"You're hopeless Tadley. Utterly hopeless."
"Hey! That's bug to you, they call me Bug now Rayne
what kinda name is that one eh? Rayne
"A beautiful one." said his mother usher the both of them out the door. Rayne and Bug continued on to school where Lannie caught up with them half
way. She wore here hair up in pigtails the way Rayne secretly loved. Lannie ran up beside him and brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her eyes,
"What?" she said.
"What?" said Rayne.
"You were looking at me funny."
"No, Bug, yes you dolt!"
"No I wasn't."
"Yes you were."
"Oh for cripes sake!" Shouted Bug jumping between them as they crossed the Faerie Bridge of Heart, "What is it going to take to shut you two up?"
"I could use some taffy." said Lannie.
"Well..." said Bug, sneering, "I haven't got any taffy...yet."
Lannie just looked at him and sighed heavily. They walked the rest of the way to school in relative silence. Except for one time when bug told a
passing fisherman that he had dropped his pocket, the fisherman looked despite the fact that his trousers clearly had no pockets, he walked off
cursing under his breath.
School was just a blur of words, numbers, calligraphy, and history, until lunch when he and his friends gathered to discuss their plans for tonights
Festival of Souls fun. Bug argued that they should go to the rich neighborhoods again and Lannie argued against it again. They argues for sometime as
they ate a lunch of roast beef and cheese with a couple hunks of rye bread. As Rayne was finishing his milk, another kid took a seat at the table. It
was Chezwik he sometime talked with Rayne and his friends and now he was explaining that a few other kids were going down to Spitemire cave after
trick or treating, "So, you in?" He asked.
"No way!" said Lannie, "My gran says there were barghests down there once but a powerful hero killed it... but not before the beastie got the hero
too. He died there."
"Your gran is a loon." Chezwik stated matter of factly, "Anyway, I was just telling you." Chezwik got
up and left, he took a seat at another table down the longhall the school used as a cafeteria.
"I'm going." Said Rayne.
"Are you crazy Rayne!?" screeched Lannie with more compassion than Rayne would have expected.
"No, I'm going. It will be fun, Lan, no ones going to hurt us, I'll get some sunrods from my dad just in case and we'll have candy too. Bug can bring
some skins of water or cider, right Bug?
"Don't drag me into this, man." bug said holding both hands up.
"C'mon Bug don't be a coward."
Bug remained silent as they finished their meal. Finally, after what seemed like the longest lunch in eternity, Lannie said, "Okay, I'll go. But you
HAVE to get the sunrods from you dad."
"Of course." said Rayne, "See, Bug even Lannies going, are you craven?"
"I ain't no bloody craven, Rayne. Dammit, I'll go and I'll bring your skins too." He rose and trudged off
toward the classrooms.
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