Drip

Rain hammered down outside and lashed against the aged windows of The Clocktower. It was just another one of those winter days that would be filled with rain so cold that it was just a degree off from being hail. The chill in the air didn’t make it any easier to cope with, and Zane had already started to regret not trying to stock up on furs for more blankets, although with the amount he was moving he was sure that a cloak would be more useful.

He hadn’t expected to be running up and down the spiral stairs of The Clocktower, especially since Merrin had given him strict instructions to rest. But rest didn’t matter when water was quite literally pouring in through the broken roof and cracked walls. Surprisingly, the only things that weren’t leaking water were the windows, and that was despite the cold draft that had been flowing through the kitchen over the past few weeks. But Zane quickly realised that it wasn’t the window causing the draft, but instead it was the massive gap in the tiled roof and the large crack that stretched from the ceiling towards the floor. 

Zane had spent the last few hours trying to find anything he could to catch the water and stop it pooling on the floor. He considered it lucky that they even had a rug in the kitchen, but it was quickly getting drenched with rain with no signs of stopping.

So far he’d managed to find three buckets, two cauldrons, whatever bowls were left in the cupboard, and even a watertight barrel that he was able to place under the largest leak

[to be continued]