Chapter eighteen: the town
The streets are darker than than Spruce, the trees are leafless as no plant life can survive here. The town wasn't too far from the castle only a couple miles.
He arrived to town as souls walked around town enjoying their after life. No one acknowledges him as they mind their own business.
He enters the bar glancing around at the souls drinking away their problems, which Mason will soon become them.
Sitting at the counter he waits patiently for the waiter to come take his order.
"Your highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for my break. I need to clear my mind before I go insane."
"It's always good to take a break. Anyways, what can I get you?"
"I'll have the Lagers."
"Coming right up."
Mason had a look around the bar while he waited. The bar was small rectangle shape with Uptown Funk playing in the background. Men and women are scattered around the bar drinking away and some dancing to song. The lights are dim which made it harder to see especially for the drunk ones.
"Here you go," he slides the drink towards Mason.
"Thanks," he takes a sip of the beer allowing the liquid to slide down his dry throat.
"It's been hard lately," Mason started knowing full well that the waiter will listen.
"What's been hard?" He asks drying other glasses.
"Everything. There's this Schatten that's running around, stole my powers and now Cory disappeared some how. He managed to escape the prison we had and I have no fucking clue where he went."
"Oof, that is rough."
"Yeah. On top of that, I'm being crowned king ok Halloween and I'm stressing over that."
"Oh? Well from what I've heard you'll do well."
"Thanks," he took another sip. "I'm just worried that no one will take me serious like they do with my dad."
"I'm sure you'll do great. I'm sure everyone will respect you the same way they do to your dad."
He drank more of the beer feeling the pleasure it gives. Setting free of all his problems and stress. This is what he needs.
He sighs thinking over his problems and what he could do, but there's nothing he could. He's powerless, don't know where Cory went and who knows what the Schatten is up to. Anything could go wrong.
He couldn't be too sure. No one can. He shouldn't trust anyone and no one should. No one could be trusted.
Not even the prisoners. This thought brought him to think about the one prisoner that Megan suggested, but there never was one. It was just Cory and her with tons of other prisoners.
He didn't want to not believe her but she was crazy, or so he thinks.
"You're thinking pretty hard," the waiter said as he pours a beer for another costumer.
"Just thinking about my problems."
"I get that a lot here. That's what these guys do." He points to everyone else. "They come drink and think about their problems."
"I don't do this very often. I have a friend who recommended, well . . . More like instructed me to do this."
"Well that friends really thought you needed it. You've been here for almost two hours."
He perked up in his seat. "Really? How?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "It happens. The spirits don't realize it but we workers do."
"I'm that case, I better get going." Mason chugged the last little bit of his beverage.
"It's all good, people stay here from opening to closing."
"I've got to get to my work anyways."
He smirked taking the glass. "Have fun with it."
"Sure will," Mason grumbled placing down the money. He left towards home silently as he left town.
On the way back is darker than before, and silent. Not a sound to be heard except for his footsteps.
He was almost back to the castle when someone jumped out of the dead forest.
Mason stopped dead in his tracks gazing at the person. It came closer until features of a man came clear.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Mason Robert?"
"Depends on who's asking."
"Well, I'm Rupert Jackson cans I was invited to present something magnificent to the royalty."
"Have you now?" He knew he was lying. Never has he heard about someone presenting something magnificent.
"Why, what is it?" He asked coming closer.
"If you'd like to come with me to the castle then I'll show you."
"Why not tell me now?"
"Because I want everyone, including the devil himself," he bumped his elbow against Mason.
"Well my father would be very pleased, but we have other concerns on our hands so if you'd excuse me, I've got to get back."
Mason walked around him.
"Mason please, just give it a chance. I know you'll enjoy it very much."
"I don't enjoy anything apart from mortals suffering. So unless if it's that then I don't want to hear it."
"Oh but it's way better then that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that, what if you could travel back in time to fix an event?" Rupert smirked gaining his attention.
Mason thought over it. Going back in time to stop the accident. However, he suspect something that this guy isn't who he seems.
"Why do you want to show us this magnificent thing?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a scientist who also loves building fictional things. I love the thought of defying all laws of gravity. I want to show you my time machine that I built."
"Oh, so you built a time machine?"
"Yeah. I'd love for you to see it."
"Well, where is it?"
"My friends are taking it to the castle. I don't present alone you know."
"That's nice, but I've really got to get back."
Mason walked away not bothering to turn back to Rupert. He found it odd that a stranger came up to him demanding to present his work.
When Mason got back, his father stopped by relieved. "There you are, we have some guests who want to present us something."
"I have a feeling who I know who it is."
When they enter the back yard of the castle, there set up is the time machine that the Rupert guy exclaimed. Megan and everyone else waits for the presentation to begin. "There you guys are," Ryder exclaims jumping up and down like a little kid.
"Ahh, nice to meet again, Mason. Nice to meet you Mr. Robert," Rupert greeted.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson. Now, begin with your presentation."
"Oh of course."