Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 41

are.’

the care of your aunt until such time as you are of age
to inherit, on your eighteenth birthday. Until then all
assets will be frozen in law, under my authority.’

Tonmerion leant forwards and eyed the shapes and
lines. ‘It looks small.’

Tonmerion let out a long sigh, ruffling the strands of
sandy blonde hair that stubbornly insisted on hanging forwards over his forehead, rather than lying to
the sides with the rest of his combed mop. ‘And what
manner of woman is my aunt?’ he asked. He had barely known of her existence until twenty minutes ago.
Now he was staring down the barrel of a five-year exile, with her and her alone. He felt a lump in his throat.
He tried to swallow it down, but it held fast. ‘Is she the
mayor? A businesswoman?’ he croaked.

Witchazel templed his fin