Title: Shiloh’s True Nature
Author: D.W. Raleigh
Genre: YA/Fantasy
Publisher: Hobbes End Publishing
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When 12 year-old farm boy Shiloh Williams is sent to stay with his estranged grandfather, he discovers a mysterious new world inhabited by ‘Movers’. The Movers live in symbiotic harmony with one another, except one extremely powerful Mover who has stolen the town’s most precious artifact, the Eternal Flame.
Shiloh investigates his supernatural surroundings, makes new friends, and begins to think of the town as home. However, just as soon as he starts to fit in, he realizes his new found happiness is about to come to an abrupt end. One decision and one extreme consequence are all that remain.
Shiloh investigates his supernatural surroundings, makes new friends, and begins to think of the town as home. However, just as soon as he starts to fit in, he realizes his new found happiness is about to come to an abrupt end. One decision and one extreme consequence are all that remain.
Chapter One
July 20th
Shiloh Williams walked along in the late-afternoon
heat, on his way home from the town of Salem. The lanky twelve-year-old brushed
his sweat-soaked, brown hair away from his blue eyes with one hand while trying
to finish the ice-cream cone he carried in the other. His bare feet were
relieved to step off the asphalt main road and onto the narrow, shady dirt path
leading to his home.
The dusty, dirt lane was flanked by a vast cornfield
to one side and towering black willow trees and intertwined brush on the other.
Shiloh inhaled the sweet scent of honeysuckle as he licked the cone, gazing
toward the two-story, white Victorian house in the distance. The house was his
home, and the cornfield part of his family's farm. One of the few farms left in
the area, his father always liked to mention.
Shiloh was in a good mood: partly because he had spent
the day in town playing with some friends, but mostly because this was his
first actual vacation day of the summer. Until today, he had been working on
the farm all day every day, since school ended. When his father told him he was
receiving a two-week break, Shiloh decided he was going to make the most of it
and be thankful he didn't have to work another day in the brutal July heat.
As he strolled along the dusty path, Shiloh heard
something rustling in the brush beside him. He turned his head and saw two
large black birds only a couple of feet away. The birds cawed as they boldly
jumped from branch to branch trying to keep pace with him. He assumed it was the
ice cream they were after, so Shiloh tossed the remainder of the cone toward
the brush and watched as the birds descended upon it.
Farther along, Shiloh spotted an expensive-looking,
black car in front of the house. It was parked next to his father's battered,
old pickup truck, which made any other vehicle look nice. There was a man
leaning against the rear of the car wearing a black suit and cap. Shiloh found
that strange, considering he was dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts and had
been sweating since he stepped outside that morning.
As he drew closer to the house, Shiloh realized his
hands were sticky with ice-cream residue. He wasn't supposed to be eating
sweets this close to his suppertime, and knew his mother would scold him if she
found out. So he slipped into the cornfield to let the giant stalks conceal his
five-foot frame until he could reach the back of the house to wash off
undetected.
He quietly snuck through the field and came up
behind the giant stack of hay bales perpetually piled at the rear of the house.
After glancing around to make sure it was clear, he crept up to the porch and
over to the rusty, old spigot. He winced as he slowly turned the squeaky faucet
handle, hoping the noise didn't make it through the kitchen screen door just a
few feet away.
As Shiloh cleaned his hands, the aroma of his mother's
cooking filled his nostrils, while the sound of arguing voices filled his ears.
When his hands were no longer sticky, he quietly moved over to the back door,
and stopped when he could hear the discussion in the kitchen. He immediately
recognized one voice as his father's, but there was another, unfamiliar,
rough-sounding man's voice. It must have been whoever came in the black car, he
thought.
Listening intently, Shiloh was startled when
something rubbed against his leg. It was one of his cats, Lovie. The gray and
black tabby mix rubbed her face against his anklebones as she walked figure
eights between his legs. Shiloh knew if Lovie was around, his other feline,
Cheepie, couldn't be far behind. He looked over his shoulder toward the faucet
and found the other gray tabby, one that looked like a miniature tiger,
entranced by the remaining water droplets dribbling from the nozzle.
His attention returned to the kitchen door when the
rough voice said, "I don't know how you're keeping this farm productive
when all the others in this area have gone under, but whatever you're doing is
going to fail eventually. So you might as well sell it to me before I decide to
withdraw my more than generous offer."
Shiloh imagined the scowl on his father's face as he
heard him answer, "You've been trying to get your hands on this property
for years, but I'm not going to give it to you. Not now. Not ever. Not at any
price. And if there are problems with the soil around here, you need only look
in the mirror for the cause."
"I'll not be insulted by the likes of you,
Joseph Williams. Good day," the man huffed.
Shiloh heard footsteps, followed by the front door
slamming. He was curious about this unfamiliar man, so he leapt off the porch
and ran up along the side of the house. In his haste to see the stranger,
Shiloh slipped on some pebbles and fell just as he reached the front corner of
the house. The man immediately turned toward Shiloh scowling. Shiloh looked up
at the stranger, but the bright sunshine kept him from distinguishing any of
his features. The one thing Shiloh did notice was, like his driver, the man was
dressed all in black, except for a hideously bright orange tie.
The man's gaze was broken as two black birds
descended and began attacking him. The man quickly ducked into the rear of the
car, the birds turning their attention to his driver, who ran around to the
other side to enter. As the car pulled away, Shiloh noticed it had a peculiar,
black license plate with orange lettering reading HAINES.
When the vehicle left his sight, Shiloh returned to
the back door, but again paused by the screen door when he heard his father's
agitated voice. "The crops looked a little off today. We definitely need
to get some cash together for fertilizer. They could use a dusting too. And on
top of that, I haven't paid Rikki and Peco for a couple weeks. I'm glad I
agreed to let them stay in the old barn. Otherwise they might've left by now. I'll
need to find a way to make it up to them."
Shiloh heard the oven door open and close, followed
by his mother's voice, "Are you having second thoughts about Haines'
offer, Joe?"
"What? No! I'll work the fields alone and eat
dirt before I let that man get his hands on this land, Mary," Joe
stubbornly declared.
Mary scoffed. "Okay. Well, I'll see if I can
round up some recipes for dirt . . . just in case."
Joe chuckled slightly and Shiloh smiled to himself,
thinking about the easy way his mother was always able to diffuse his father's
anger.
Joe then noted, "By the way, I spoke to Doc and
he said it would be all right. In fact, he suggested it before I even asked."
"He's not going to be happy about it,"
Mary sighed.
Shiloh frowned, wondering what they were talking
about, as Joe continued, "Well, that's too bad. A vacation is a vacation. He's
almost a man now, and he needs to learn that part of being a man is having to
do stuff you don't want to do."
Mary snorted sarcastically. "Say it just like
that, Joe. That'll make him feel better about it."
Joe chuckled again and said, "Give me a break,
Mary."
"I won't give you a break, but I will give you
dinner. Go wash up," Mary replied with a giggle.
Shiloh heard a chair slide across the kitchen floor
and waited until the footsteps faded before opening the screen door. When he
stepped through the doorway onto the black and white tile, he found his mother's
tall and slender frame at the sink. As Mary washed her hands, her long sandy-blond
hair was illuminated by the sun shining in from the window above the sink.
After she dried her hands, Mary turned to open one
of the nearby wooden cabinets and said, "No . . ." pointing in Shiloh's
direction and downward. Shiloh looked around in confusion. ". . . I'm
making dinner and those two are not coming in here," she finished.
Shiloh looked down and realized she was referring to
the cats lingering in the doorway.
"One keeps trying to drag dead mice in the
house. And the other keeps eating bugs, which wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't
throwing them up all over the place afterward," she continued.
A tight-lipped smile rolled across Shiloh's face as
he turned to shoo the cats back out the door.
When he turned back around, Shiloh found himself
face-to-face with his mother. Her chestnut-colored eyes stared straight into
his baby blues with a smirk. "What's this?" she asked, pointing to
his chest. "Ice cream?"
Shiloh looked down at his T-shirt to see a couple of
stains from his earlier treat. "Oh . . . that was from earlier this
afternoon," he replied with a wide grin.
"Really? Because it still looks wet," Mary
noted, returning his smile with a shake of her head. "Go wash up. Dinner
is almost ready."
The family dinner was relatively quiet. Shiloh tried
to stuff himself so he wouldn't be lectured by his mother about eating ice
cream before supper. He avoided eye contact with his father, because after
hearing Joe grumble about all of the farm's problems, he feared he might lose
his time off.
When he finished, Shiloh took his plate to the sink
and tried to make a hasty retreat out the back door without saying a word. However,
it wasn't to be. "Hey . . . take a seat," Joe called, pointing to
Shiloh's empty chair at the dinner table.
Shiloh walked back to the chair feeling certain his
father was about to revoke his vacation time "for the good of the farm."
He looked up to see his father leaning forward with his elbows on the table and
his large callused hands folded. Joe was a tall, muscular man with perpetually
unkempt, light-brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and his face always appeared to need
a shave.
Joe stared at Shiloh for a moment before asking, "How
would feel you about spending some time with your grandfather?"
He was taken off guard by the question, but shrugged
and answered, "Okay, I guess."
"Good," Joe smiled. "He'll be by to
pick you up tomorrow."
"What?" Shiloh responded in shock.
"You're going to spend a couple weeks with your
grandfather," Joe answered pointedly.
Shiloh's disbelief and agitation spilled out of his
mouth in rapid succession. "A couple weeks? Why? I'm supposed to go
swimming at the pond tomorrow! The carnival is in town next week! My birthday
is in two weeks! I don't want to go!"
Joe leaned back in his chair, shaking his head, "You've
been complaining about having to work the fields all summer. I'd think you'd be
glad to get a break from it."
"Yeah, I wanted a break to have some fun with
my friends. Not a break where I'm sent away to some strange place . . . I'm not
going!" Shiloh's voice shook with anger.
Joe, not the kind of man to listen to long
protestations, replied, "You are going. End of discussion." He
returned to his meal.
Slamming his hands on the table, Shiloh rose from
his chair, and walked toward the back door. "Get back here," Joe
called, as Shiloh forcefully pushed open the screen door.
He heard his father yell, "Shiloh!" but he
ignored him and ran into the immense cornfield. He ran through the field until
he grew so tired he had to walk. He continued walking until he found himself on
the far edge of the field, where he stepped out onto a narrow dirt trail that
surrounded it.
Shiloh looked back to see how far he had come and
the farm's old horse barn caught his eye. The faded, maroon monstrosity had
fallen into disrepair, but the barn's current residents, Rikki and Peco, loved
it for some reason. It was their big, red dilapidated mansion.
When his gaze drifted across the field, Shiloh saw
his home in the distance. The towering cornstalks obscured all but the top half
of the house. Taking a couple of steps backward, trying to find a better view, he
suddenly lost his balance. He began tumbling down a slick embankment covered
with reeds and into the swampy marsh that separated his family's property from
the Delahanna River.
Shiloh was uninjured by the fall, but landed on his
backside in the mud. He sat for a moment to catch his breath, gazing toward the
river stretching out in front of him. He saw some Great Blue Herons standing
nearby in the marsh. The large gray birds were motionless, with their S-shaped
necks pointing up into the distance.
Following the herons' gaze, Shiloh saw the large
factory to the south. He knew the factory was there, but never paid it much
attention. It was practically invisible due to the thick cluster of hickory
trees lining the rear of the farm. The factory's most distinguishing feature
was an enormous cylindrical brick smokestack with a giant, orange H on its
side. The huge tower emitted a perpetual gray smoke that seemed to linger in
the air.
Hearing voices in the distance, Shiloh turned back
toward the river. An old fishing boat was anchored just offshore with some
young people frolicking around the deck. He watched as a young man jumped from
the deck into the river. "It's freezing!" the young man hollered,
emerging from the water.
Shiloh smiled, remembering how he used to love the
crisp bite of the river water on a hot summer afternoon. His parents wouldn't
allow him to swim in the river anymore. They said it was too polluted and dirty.
Straight across the river were some lights from the
town of Old New Castle. Just beyond that was Pike Creek, where his grandfather
lived and where he would apparently be going the next day. This made him think
of the things he'd be missing in the next two weeks: going swimming, the
carnival, spending time with his friends.
Thoughts of his impending departure made Shiloh feel
sick to his stomach, so he tried thinking of something else. He looked around
and noticed several gray puddles of water with a number of long-stemmed, gray wildflowers
growing out of them. He frowned because he couldn't recall ever seeing a gray
flower before. He plucked the closest one and thought it was a wild daisy of
some kind.
Another flower grew out of the puddle right before his
eyes, taking the place of the one he picked. This second flower was not gray,
but golden yellow with a black center. Though startled, Shiloh scowled and
dismissed the peculiar occurrence, recalling how he'd seen colorful mushrooms
grow right before his eyes while working very early in the morning on the farm.
As the sun began to set, Shiloh climbed the
embankment, deciding he had better return to the house. He chose to walk back
through the cornfield instead of the path along the edge of the field, because
it was shorter. He came to regret that decision when the sunlight faded and the
tall cornstalks blocked out what little light was left in the sky. To make
matters worse, it was a new moon, so there was no heavenly light to guide him.
In the darkness, the size of the farm became more
apparent than ever. Shiloh walked and walked, seeing only dark rows of corn
ahead of him. He knew he would escape them eventually, but not knowing exactly
where he was made him uncomfortable. The odd collection of noises echoing out
of the darkness only added to his discomfort.
Shiloh dismissed some fluttering and flapping
sounds, thinking it was probably one of the Great Blue Herons he saw earlier in
the marsh. He then heard an odd, thumping sound, as if something was running
around. He tried to dismiss that as well, remembering his father had mentioned
seeing red foxes in the fields. Shiloh had never seen a fox on the farm, but
supposed one could be the source of the noise.
The thumping sound seemed to grow closer and closer,
but every time Shiloh stopped to listen, it would cease. The louder the noise grew,
the more Shiloh's heart raced. He tried to ignore the sound, focusing into the
distance to locate his house. When the thumping became so loud it seemed just a
step away, Shiloh panicked, breaking into a run.
He sprinted along until he tripped, falling forward
onto the ground. Shiloh remained still and listened for a moment, but the only
sound he could hear was his pounding heart. Looking behind him, down the corn
row, he saw an indistinct dark mass just a few feet away.
Fear gripped Shiloh, who now thought only of escape.
He turned his head around, thinking if he could just stand he might be able to
outrun whatever was back there. He was shocked to discover a second dark figure
blocking his path. The second shape was lower to the ground, with glowing eyes,
and it was growling.
Shiloh didn't know what to do, but figured whatever
it was would have to start with him being on his feet. He took a deep breath
and readied himself to stand, but before he could, the second dark figure
charged him. He placed his hands over his head, preparing for an attack. However,
no attack came. The figure leapt over him, chasing whatever was behind him down
the corn row. Shiloh stood and sprinted away as fast as he could.
As he neared the edge of the field, he could hear a
loud, fierce growling and tussling behind him. Resisting the temptation to look
back, he broke through the edge of the cornfield and ran straight into the
house.
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