Witch of Ferry Mountain

Kyle Carter
Feb 27, 2020 · 11 min read
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A blissful moon rose above the stormy night sky, as thunder wailed upon the hills of Sender’s eye. A solemn haze swept a thick fog in front of my gaze. All I could see was the deep dark depths of the occasional tree, and the light set ablaze by my lantern. The candle’s wick was wallowing in atrophy as it’s flame swung like a pendulum in the cold night’s burn. The tracks ahead of me lay in steel and iron, as wood planks sat atop the bearings. A whistle cried out in misty haze of shadow, and a light beamed upon my eyes; a beacon of death penetrated my soul. I jumped quickly into the grass as my face planted itself within it’s cold dew. The train thundered down the tracks roaring, as it’s wheels spun atop the wet steel. The train vanished into the ominous air, as I lay like a corpse in the mud. I stood up slowly, as my legs ached with a thud.

As I continued down the tracks, the thick fog began to evaporate into the misty air of the mountain. I saw a light in the distance, glowing ablaze in the night like a solar fountain. Each step I took I could hear voices laughing and chattering behind the thick pine walls. I walked around to the other side of the building, and saw a familiar sign labeled, Ed’s Tavern. As I opened the door, a loud creek seeped into the meadows of the drunkard men within. As I ventured through the tavern, I ensured not to look at any of the ruffians within. I walked up to the bar, and a man clad in iron and leather, with orange hair flowing upon his face spoke with a gruff, “Adam me boy! How have we bin?”

“Good Ed, what’s tonight’s special?”

“Oh you’re gonna like this one me boy,” Ed said, then transitioned to a whisper, “I need you to go up to Ferry mountain, and get back what be mine.”

“What’s the prize this time? Better be good, you scammed me last time.”

“Dontcha worry ‘bout that, I’ve got plenty a’ cash waitn’ for ya right back ‘ere. Just go out there, an’ get me, my stuff from that rotten ol’ — the who shall not be named… you hear me?”

“I hear ya,”
“And a — Adam… That ol’ hag, she’s got powers you’ve never seen before. So be carreful, okae?”

“Don’t you worry Ed, there ain’t nobody in all of Feroke who can kill me,”
“Well just be careful, ’cause you’re the only one, I can rely on,” Ed said with a shrivel in his voice.

“Ed, are you forgetting that I need a room to sleep in? I’m not going unless I can get some rest, it’s the middle of the night.”
“Oh right, of course, no worries…” Ed said scrambling, as he showed me up to my room. “Well Adam, this’ll be it for the night, nothin’ special but it’s all I’ve got.”

“It’ll do Ed,” I said with a reassuring voice. The room was poorly lit, and the walls were lined with mold, but in that part of town; it was better than nothing. I laid down on the bed, and the darkness of night consumed my mind. When I awoke, a repeating chirp sounded off in the distance, and the sun’s rays gasted as if they brought darkness into my gout riddled room. I looked around the room, and saw that my gear was stolen; all of it was gone. Ed barged down the door with cuts all along his face, somebody had beaten him, “Adam! Adam! That damned witch, stole everything, everything I had! I’m broke Adam, I can’t repay you, I’m sorry Adam,” Ed said desperately,
“Well my stuff’s gone too Ed.”
“Well that gives ya a reason don’t it? Please go take out this ol’ hag for me Adam. Nay for all of Feroke!”
“How do you suppose I do that, I have nothing except my clothes and some bread.”
“Well you’re you, arentcha?” Ed said, as I gave him a grunt and left his tavern. I set off for the old Ferry mountain, along the road. The mountain could be seen throughout both kingdoms, it was magnificent. The mountain rose above the tall forested trees, and created a gateway to the heaven’s above. A swallow flew by my gaze, soaring gracefully through the cold windy air. Songbirds sang in the mist of the dew, the hills gave enlightenment to the rabbits that hopped about. The tall and mighty mountain, standing tall and still, covered in snow and rock. As I wandered on forward, a fortress of trees created a forest of mystical light. The sun’s gaze could not seep through the trees bewitching haze of shadow. Streaks of yellow specs flew through the cold forest air, breathing life into the darkness. Mushrooms glowing within the still of the forest green brought vibrance of red and purple.

As I wandered through woods of evergreens, an everglowing light illuminated it’s way through the forest dark. An exit had appeared upon my eyes, I walked out and into a pasture of wild cattle. The mountain grew ever larger as I neared its omnipresent scale. A river ran by me, as cattle mooed into the ambient river run of water. The river’s rapids splashed upon the rocks within it, fish jumping to say ‘hello’ to the world of land and sea, their scales glistening in the sun. I travelled along the river continuing down my path. In the pasture a windmill arose from the ashes of the earth, as it spun like a spool with a cloth in the summer wind. As I neared the windmill a building laid beside it, made of a deep red wood sheen. I neared the barn doors and knocked. “Hello?” I yelled.
“Yes my frien’? How c’n I help ya?” said a man dressed in white cowboy-like clothing.

“Got anything to eat? I’m starving, I’ve got money for ya,” I asked,

“Sure come on in, I was just milkin’ my cows you know. Ol’ man Willy out there is cookin’ up a mean lunch. He should be in the house over yonder,” the man said pointing east of the mountain.

“Thanks. I don’t think I caught your name,”
“Oh, where’re my manners?” the man said, “My name’s Johnson,”
“Nice to meet ya Johnson, my name is Adam. Well I’ll be off to see Willy, you take care,” I responded. I walked over hills of wheat through a winding path that lead to a house. The house was two stories and painted white, it glowed brighter than the sun contrasting with the pasture’s green. I walked onto the patio that jutted out of the ground floor, and knocked on the door. A man with a long grey beard opened the creaking door and spoke, “Adam me boy, how are we?” Willy said in joy, then he paused and spoke again, “Now don’t tell me, my own son doesn’ remember his ol’ man.” Despite my confusion, I went along with it. I went in for a hug and spoke, “It’s good to see you dad,” as Willy led me into his home, and to the table where we sat and had lunch.

“So son, what brings you to the Land of Ferry?”

“Well I’m on a hunt for the witch,”
“The witch?!” Willy said stunned at what I said, his face remained in utter shock until he spoke once again, “Addy, surely you can’t be serious. She is no witch, she is a benevolent woman.”

“How can she be? She is terrorizing Feroke!”

“Terrorizing?! She is but a hundred years, Addy. She sits atop Ferry mountain, waterin’ her flowers in peace. Ferry is her home, Ferry is a kind and wonderful place. She is much too old to do such things.”
“She stole my armor and sword! She stole Ed’s livelihood! She killed our king! We are nothing because of her!”

“No Addy, don’t listen to those lies. Ed is a snake, you of all people should know this.”
“I’m still going after her, I don’t care what you say or anybody says. This could all just be a trick to stop me.”

“Adam! Wait!” Willy said, as I rushed away in anger, slamming the door behind me. I headed for the mountain, this time with sheer anger storming through my veins. I ran for the woods, and it’s shadow consumed my mind. The darkness of the forest was illuminated by the light of wallowing wisps flying through the humid air of the grove. I wandered deep within, and slowed down quickly running out of breath. I heard a voice in the distance of the forest, singing to her lonesome. When I peered towards the voice’s direction I saw my sword lying beside a large arching tree. As I grabbed its hilt, the voice spoke to me, “What do you think you’re doing?” She said with a high pitched voice, “That sword is mine. Ol’ granny gave it to me. Now scram!”

“She stole it from me, I came for what is rightfully mine!” I said, as I pointed towards the inscription upon the hilt of the blade.

“So what if it says your name! It’s mine now!” She said with a bratty attitude. I swung the blade in her direction, and she responded, “Fine take it!” and then mumbled, “Didn’t want it anyway.” Although as I walked away I tripped and fell upon a purple flower. What I had seen within this flower of lavender sheen. I became mesmerized by its glow, as its petals penetrated my soul like eyes of penetrating wonder. My memories alluded to my thoughts as a swirl of lunar galaxies lifted my spirits to an inspired joy. My confusion became dead to the numbness of my own illusion. The sight was stupendously magical in all of its luminescence.

I got up and walked through the forest and into a small clearing where a loud rush of sound could be heard. A stream of water ran through the earth and mud. As a streak of white, rushed down in a bream of glistening joy as a waterfall befell my eyes. Behind the fall, was a set of stairs that I walked up, wayfaring through a cavern of destinations. As I entered the opening, a cottage sat atop the high ridge that sat beneath my feet. Flowers bloomed atop this wondrous monument to beauty and enlightenment. A lady of a hundred years, hummed to the tune of a nightingale’s voice as she watered the flowers that bloomed in the sun. She noticed my anger and her humming transformed into joyful speech, “Addy! How are you? The flowers have been speaking much about you!”

“You know why I am here then?”
“Oh yes! You’re here to kill me, aren’tch you?” she said with a reassured voice, “Well Adam, aren’t you going to kill me?”
“Why would you let me kill you? Aren’t you an evil witch?”
“What makes me evil, Adam?” She said with bewilderment, “Walk with me Adam, I must water my flowers,” she said, as I walked with her around her garden.

“You’re a thief, and a liar. My village in the Land of Feroke has been constantly tormented by you and your magic.”

“But Adam, I don’t do magic. The only magic on Ferry mountain are these purple flowers,” she said. I glanced at the flowers and watched them sing, as the birds did. The flowers were purple in complete glory as they glistened in solar rays of light.

“Then who if not you, has been terrorizing my village?”

“Well let us ask the flowers, they see all that is evil, and all that is good.” she said with a smile, as I peered deep within the flower’s gaze. A haze of light covered my vision, all I could see was a man on a horse, burning down my village in the night.

“Who is this man?” I asked, as I looked closer the man’s face became illuminated by the firelit village, Ed? That cannot be.

“Ah, so ’tis not me, Addy. Are you still going to kill me?” she said pondering my unknowing confusion.

“No, I shall speak with Ed myself on this matter, but I have no money or food. How shall I get back to Feroke?” I asked, begging.

“Not to worry deary, take some money; it should be enough for a train ticket.”

“Thank you mam, you are as my father said, a benevolent woman,” I said leaving the mountain. I walked back down the steps in the cavern, back past the waterfall and headed east to a clearing in the forest.

A station of rust and brick, lay before my eyes as I set forth for the booth. A man in blue. “A dolla fifty a ticket,” the man said as I gave him the money, “Come again, maybe,” he said unenthusiastically. I gave the conductor my ticket and hopped on the train, I walked to a seat and sat down. The train car was lined in red velvet seats trimmed with copper. As I peered out the window to my right, I could see the world speeding by faster and faster. I became hypnotised by the sight. As my mind seceded to the illusion, my brain slowed and skewed. My vision began to wander and my world began to vanish, as the sounds of the train rolling down the tracks resonated within my ears. A shadow invaded my mind, and my eyes fluttered to darkness, as I fell fast asleep.

Screaming erupted in a volcanic ember that awoke my slumber. I was trapped within a world of broken steel lumber. My body ached within the haze of hysteria, as Ed peered down into the mud crying in agony. “Adam. Why Adam?!” He said in his misery. My mind drew weary as I wept in pure desolation. “Why wasn’t she killed?!”

“I didn’t think she were capable of this! She seemed so innocent!” I yelled in terror at the unfolding scene. The gast faces of Feroke and the burning destruction of hell loomed atop the town in shadow. Buildings burnt to dust, and the soil beneath my feet embered smoke in a low with the shape of a crow. My heart broke as the witch burned our nation of Feroke. As I tried to take a stand, my voice shrivelled as I spoke, “Ed you still alive my friend?” No response. “Eddy?” Blankness filled my ears, as the sounds of screaming and looting evaporated to a ringing, “Brother?” I said as I waltzed over to Ed, and saw that he lay dead in the mud, as a corpse rotting in the heat of the night. I gave one last shriek of terror, that left me distraught at my error.

Suddenly I awoke, as I lay watching a purple flower and a girl spoke to me on the forest grass, “Are you alright, you’re sweating,” she said as I unsheathed my sword. I ran up through the cavern, tapping along the trek of cavernous craven. I sought to defeat this undead raven. As I saw the witch moistening her flowers, I saw her dwindle with her powers. I stabbed her in the chest, as she dropped onto her nest. A woman of age now a corpse turned to ash, actions that could be deemed flagrantly rash. I returned back home on the train in the rain, seemingly joyous to the nation of Feroke, as I finished my campaign.

Poway: Published

Short fiction, poetry and other works by Poway High School…

Kyle Carter

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Short fiction, poetry and other works by Poway High School Writing Seminar students

Kyle Carter

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Poway: Published

Short fiction, poetry and other works by Poway High School Writing Seminar students

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