The Tower Of The Watchful Eye: The Legend Of Kairu Book 1 by Tim McFarlane Page A

chuckled.
    You better hope he packed a wooden spoon too, Cathy chuckled. Unless
you like putting your lips on hot iron.
    “ We almost kissed,” I joked. “So you know I don’t.”
    Cathy laughed sarcastically. I would
have rocked your world.
    “ Then stolen it,” I said as I turned my attention back to the
pack. Sure enough, next to the pot was a big spoon.
    “ I don’t think the farmers will mind if we borrow a little
water,” I said as I gathered up the pot, spoon and canteen. “We’ll
refill then come back here and make a fire to cook.”
    You can’t make a fire out here, Cathy said . The farmers will think
you are a bandit or trying to destroy their field.
    “ So how do I make the soup then?” I asked.
    You’re a Mage, aren’t you? Cathy
asked . Hold onto the pot and think warm
thoughts.
    “ I don’t have THAT good of control,” I said. “I’ll just burn
it.”
    I said warm thoughts, Cathy
chuckled, not volcanic.
    “ Well, if it gets too hot, we could just use your heart to
cool it back down,” I suggest as I headed for the closest
farm.
    We share the same heart so be careful with your
insults, Cathy said playfully.
    I sighed and
shook my head. The farm was one of the many corn farms that we had
passed on the journey. I weaved through the corn stalks quietly as
I walked closer to the house. The small well pump was between the
edge of the field and the house. I would have to be careful but I
had my Illusion spell on stand-by.
    I reached out
with my mind and stopped as I felt the presence of three people in
the corn field slowly moving towards the house. Their minds lay
wide open and I was able to read them like a book.
    They were here
to raid the farms.
    My heart
started pounding as I reached out with my mind and checked inside
the house. Five minds pulsed as the owners of the house
dreamed.
    I need to wake
them up.
    Just take care of the bandits, Cathy
said. There are only three of
them.
    I can’t just
‘take care of them’. I’ve never killed anyone before.
    It’s easy, Cathy
said . You just do it. Like standing or
walking or complaining.
    I sighed
softly and headed in the direction of the bandits. Through the corn
and darkness nothing could be seen easily but I had their minds to
guide me.
    Maybe I could
trick them into leaving.
    So they can come back tomorrow when you aren’t here? Cathy asked . A permanent
solution ensures the residents survival. It’s them or the bandits.
Choose.
    No pressure or
anything.
    You’ll do fine, Cathy
said . I’m here to guide you.
    Then let’s
take care of these bandits.
    I crept
forward drawing closer and closer. I could start to make out the
sounds of the bandits talking to one another planning their
attack.
    “ Gilroy will hang back and watch the house,” a muffled voice
said. “Signal us if you hear anything from inside the house.
Jackie, you are with me.”
    “ Okay, boss,” the others whispered.
    I heard
shuffling as ‘Jackie’ and ‘Boss’ left the corn field. I raised the
cast iron pot into the ready position.
    Are you kidding me? Cathy
asked . You’re going to hit him with the
pot?
    If I had a
golden broadsword that could cleave all three of their heads off in
one swing I would use that but this is the only thing I have. Magic
will just burn the field down.
    Cathy sighed. A shame. The
broadsword sounds amazing.
    I stalked
closer until I could make out the crouched form of Gilroy. I
brought the pot up, ready to bring it down with all the strength I
could muster.
    Better make it two hits then, Cathy
said.
    When I was
within striking range, I swung the pot down and it connected on the
back of Gilroy’s head. I hollow sound rung out in the night and
Gilroy stumbled forward but didn’t go down. I raised the pot again
and struck Gilroy in the face as he turned around. Another hollow
sound rung out followed by the sound of Gilroy collapsing on the
ground. I looked up towards the other two and they were just
staring at me. I dropped the pot and