Watching as Bodhi smiled, closed his eyes, and manifested two skateboards, a black one for him, and a purple one for me. Wasting no time before jumping onto his and glancing over his shoulder as he said, “Your first subject awaits. The Radiant Boy. Now follow me, and try to keep up.”
11
All I can say about the skateboarding is that Bodhi did not ride at all like I’d assumed he would. Because to be honest, I expected to see a pretty bad spectacle—a real wince-worthy display. But the truth is, he didn’t fall, didn’t wipe out, didn’t even falter the slightest bit.
On the contrary, he did so many loops and turns and spins and tricks—it was all I could do to keep pace.
I guess I just didn’t see that coming.
I was stunned in every conceivable way.
And just in case you think it can all be attributed to the fact that he’s dead—well, think again. I’m dead too, and I could barely stay upright, much less loop and spin my way up and down those winding, swooping, curving hills. Nope, that was pure skill on his part, a skill I clearly lacked. And by the time we’d reached the top, I watched as he clicked the end of his board in a way that made it flip effortlessly into his hand as he looked me over and said, “Told you I was about to go pro.” He tilted his head, motioning toward the building before us. “So, what do you think? It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?”
I nodded. Because even though it was my first castle, a fact that left me pretty much in awe and eager to be impressed, it was obviously one of the good ones. Made of smooth, grayish stone, it was tall and impressive and seemed like it meandered forever. Dotted with lots and lots of those high, pointy towers I think they call turrets. The only thing missing was a moat filled with alligators, but I was willing to overlook that.
I swallowed hard, unsure if I really was ready for this. I mean, if I lived in a place this amazing, I might not be so willing to give it up either.
Keeping a nervous eye on Buttercup who was off sniffing and marking the extensive, well-manicured grounds, I cleared my throat and said, “So, what exactly is it we’re doing here anyway?” Discreetly kicking my skateboard under a nearby bush, hoping I wouldn’t be required to use it again anytime soon.
“This is where he lives,” Bodhi said, his voice filled with reverence. “The Radiant Boy. He’s been here for years. Centuries, really.”
“Why do you call him that?” I squinted, more interested in delaying than in getting the actual answer.
“Because that’s his name.” He shrugged, chewing on his bottom lip in this weird way that he has.
“So, you’re telling me that his mom actually named him the Radiant Boy?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, fingers drumming against my wool, plaid skirt. “No wonder he’s still here, still haunting the place. He’s angry. He wants a do-over. A second chance with a better name. It’s not his fault. The kid got a bum deal.”
Bodhi peered at me from the corner of his eye, clearly not amused. “No one knows his real name, or even where he came f
rom. All that’s known about him is that he’s spent hundreds of years scaring people. The how and why is a mystery, and that’s where you come in.”
He turned toward me, staring right into my bugged-out eyes and wide-open mouth. My guide, my boss, my teacher, my coach, whatever he was, whatever authority he claimed to have over me, I sincerely doubted he truly had the power to just expand upon my job description like that. The Council already told me I’d be trained as a Soul Catcher, one who catches earthbound souls and makes them move on. That’s it. No one ever said anything about learning people’s personal histories, motivations, or solving mysteries of any kind.
“Last I heard, it was my duty to lead him to the bridge, nothing more, nothing less,” I said, wanting him to know, before this went any further, that while he may shame me when it came to skateboarding, I was not one to be messed with.
He smiled. Well, he almost smiled—his lip lifting just the tiniest bit at each corner, before dropping back down again. “And, just how exactly do you plan to do that without gaining his trust first?” he asked.
I gulped. I hadn’t really thought about that. Hadn’t really thought about much of anything past returning to the earth plane again. And now that I’d made it, and realized the enormity of my task, well, let’s just say it was making me start to miss my new school, Perseus, cheerleader girl, tunic boy, and all that went with it.
I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small and inadequate, unsure if I was really equipped to handle any of this.
And it’s not like Bodhi was about to make it easier. He just went on and on, like some narrator in one of those boring documentary films they make you watch on rain days at school, saying, “He’s known to be a golden-haired specter who actually glows in the dark, and the legends all claim that seeing him is an omen of misfortune or doom. Though, in the last century, that seems to be disproven, as many people have seen him and not one of them, or at least not yet anyway, have, um, found their doom—so to speak. Also, there are more rumors about him maybe being German and perhaps even murdered by his own mother, but again, that’s just purely speculation. What I can tell you for sure is that there’ve been many accounts of a series of Radiant Boys haunting various castles in both Cumberland and Northumberland counties, but my guess is that all those others are fakes, a lie started by the castle owners in an attempt to compete with Warmington and try to draw business and put themselves on the map. Not to mention how—”
“Wait—what counties did you say?” I asked, gazing at the large stone castle before me, and stalling in the very worst way.
“Some counties here in England. Anyway, they also say—”
“Wait—we’re in England?” I looked at him, eyes wide with excitement. That was the first good news I’d heard all day. Bodhi nodded, eager to continue with his lecture, but I wasn’t interested. I was still stuck on the part that I’d just made my first international trip. “So, can we check out London? After we’re done with—um, pushing the Radiant Boy across the bridge?” I asked, discreetly crossing my fingers and hoping we could, because that would make it all worthwhile. That would be really, really cool.
Bodhi frowned, clearly annoyed, saying, “Yeah, sure, whatever. But first you need to pay attention. You need to know just what you’re dealing with here. Not to mention how nobody is pushing anybody anywhere. You will coax him, and convince him; he has to cross over on his own volition.”
I glanced at Bodhi, thinking how funny it was how one minute he was like any other normal fourteen-year-old kid using words like funner, and the next he was all serious and businesslike, using words like volition. And as someone who also likes to mix up my vocabulary a bit, I decided I’d like him for that.
But only for that.
I gazed up at the castle, overcome by excitement.
I was going to London!