Chapter 20

Brueberon’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the state Kastapella was in.

She lay curled up in a protective ball on the floor of the cave. Her hair still stood out on end as though it had been gelled like that. She was trembling and shuddering like someone with a very bad case of flu. Her eyes were squeezed shut to try and stop the horrible memories of all her misdeeds. But it wasn’t helping. She could see all her bad actions like a never ending film just behind her eyeballs. When she opened her swollen eyelids, her eyes were blood-shot.

Brueberon did not waste any time talking to her. He placed a claw on her shoulder and blinked once more.

And there they were, back on the sports field outside the academy.

At the sight of Kastaspella’s appearance, Vandabar lost his tan. “Quick, get Oliviana!” he said to the little witch.

She clicked her fingers together and was gone. Just as quickly she was back with the headmistress.

Mistress Castor-Fiber tutted. “Oh dear. Her Deniability spell has collapsed. We might not be able to get any sense out of her at all.”

While all this was going on Vandabar was still controlling the expulsion spell. “You need to work quickly. I’m running out of energy. Our only hope once my strength fails is a miracle.”

Other witches and wizards from the tower room came out to help Vandabar with the stalling spell. A few stayed behind to protect Clarissa in the tower. The air all around the academy and sports field buzzed with magical energy.

Brueberon began pacing the sports field. What on Long Upon A Time World could he do? There must be something else he could do. There was Vandabar, and the others struggling with the dangerous energies of Kastaspella’s conjuring. There was the headmistress doing everything possible to make Kastaspella comfortable even though she didn’t deserve it as far as he was concerned. Mr Fieldmouse was probably making everyone hot chocolate to keep them going. And there was the little witch, relaying information between the tower and the field.

Everyone was doing their bit. 

Yes, he had gone to find Kastapella. But apart from that he felt that his effort was insignificant compared to what everyone else was doing.

I want to do more!”

But what? What exactly was it that he could do?

I can’t do magic. I make all the wrong decisions. If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.” 

He sat down in the middle of the sports field feeling very glum indeed.

If only it was tomorrow. Clarissa was always saying how things are always better the next day. She kept singing that song too. What was it? He started singing under his breath.

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun! 

His voice grew a little louder as he remembered more lyrics.

Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none! 

As he sang his chest swelled and he felt much better just as he had in Inbetween Land. The joy of singing took over. He was so glad Clarissa had taught him this skill. His volume increased.

When I’m stuck in a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh! 

Then his voice soared. It soared so high that it reached Inbetween Land. It chased the gloom right out of it. 

Up in the tower Clarissa felt shivers run up and down her spine. She wanted to clap with delight. Brueberon’s singing was filling her up with new hope. “Oh Brueby!”

All the witches and wizards in the room stopped their spell casting. They rushed to the windows to see who was singing so beautifully. Many mouths dropped open. Several pairs of eyes widened. And as many pairs of ears pricked up in awe.

Out on the sports field the little witch, Vandabar and Mistress Castor-Fiber stared at Brueberon in utter amazement.

Brueberon didn’t notice their staring. He was completely caught up in the song. His voice was reaching new heights.

The power of his voice even resonated through every dreaming child and into the world of grown ups so that every single crystal hanging in windows, sitting in dusty drawers or growing in caves, tinkled. They tinkled like bells on reindeer announcing the arrival of Christmas cheer.

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way

His voice was magnificent!

When he reached the climax of the song, the purity of his voice shattered Kastapella’s expulsion spell into the tiniest of pieces, smaller than the smallest grains of sand.

Then… there was silence.

A GOLDEN silence.

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