The Legend of Archibal: The Phantom

“What if it doesn’t?”

“It will, just give it time,” responded Uncle Obel.

Walter wanted to believe it, but he didn’t think it was going to happen anytime soon. They had always fought, but this time was different. “Uncle Obel?

“Yes, Walter.”

“They say that maybe Mr. Berry has some kind of power over those that work for him. Could that be true?”

“Well, some like to say they have loyalty for him, but you know, there is always a conundrum to everything. I don’t know Mr. Berry personally, but he is kithless. He has lived here as long as I have. Travels out of town for business and maybe is antediluvian.”

Walter looked puzzled at that.

“He is an old-fashioned man, doesn’t meddled with anything that is a newfangled to the modern times. People make assumptions of him. Maybe they don’t understand him. Maybe he has a side we don’t see. It makes people curious.”

Walter finished his kompot and headed to bed early. He had a lot to think about and wanted to organize his thoughts. He laid down on his bed. A foggy film covered the windows while the rain lightly tapping outside brought him little comfort. It was the last day of September. October would begin tomorrow. It was the day every outsider was looking forward to. He wondered what to expect. With that last thought, he yawned and lulled himself to sleep.