by Lauren Kate
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He considered this for a moment. "Why did you call the Announcers the shadows the other day when we were talking on the boat?" He considered this for a moment. "Why did you call the Announcers the shadows the other day when we were talking on the boat?"
"It just slipped out. When I was growing up, they always were part of the shadows. Theyd detach and come to me. So thats what I called them, before I knew what they were. " Luce shrugged. "Stupid, really. "
"Its not stupid. " Steven stood up and went to the farthest bookshelf. He pulled down a thick book with a dusty red cover and brought it back to the desk. Plato: The Republic. Steven opened it to the exact page hed been looking for, turning the book right side up in front of Luce.
It was an illustration of a group of men inside a cave, shackled beside one another, facing a wall. A re blazed behind them. They were pointing at the shadows cast on the wall by a second group of men who walked behind them. Below the image, a caption read: The Allegory of the Cave.
"What is this?" Luce asked. Her knowledge of Plato started and ended with the fact that he palled around with Socrates.
"Proof of why your name for the Announcers is actually quite smart. " Steven pointed at the illustration. "Imagine that these men spend their lives seeing only the shadows on this wall. They come to understand the world and what happens in it from these shadows, without ever seeing what casts the shadows. They dont even understand that what they are seeing are shadows. "
She looked just beyond Stevens nger to the second group of men. "So they can never turn around, never see the people and things creating the shadows?"
"Exactly. And because they cant see what is actually casting the shadows, they assume that what they can see--these shadows on the wall--are reality. They have no idea that the shadows are mere representations and distortions of something much truer and more real. " He paused. "Do you understand why Im telling you this?"
Luce shook her head. "You want me to stop messing with the Announcers?"
Steven closed the book with a snap, then crossed to the other side of the room. She felt as if shed disappointed him somehow.
"Because I dont believe you will stop . . . messing with the Announcers, even if I do ask you to. But I do want you to understand what youre dealing with the next time you summon one. The Announcers are shadows of past events. They can be helpful, but they also contain some very distracting, sometimes dangerous distortions. Theres a lot to learn. A clean, safe summoning technique; then, of course, once you have honed your talents, the Announcers noise can be screened out and its message be heard clearly through--"
"You mean that whooshing noise? Theres a way to hear through that?"
"Never mind. Not yet. " Steven turned and sank his hands into his pockets. "What were you and Shelby after today?"
Luce felt ushed and uncomfortable. This meeting was not going at all as shed expected. Shed thought maybe detention, some trash pickup.
"We were trying to learn more about my family," she nally managed to get out. Thankfully, Steven seemed to have no idea she had seen Cam earlier. "Or my families, I guess I should say. "
"Thats all?"
"Am I in trouble?"
"You werent doing anything else?"
"What else would I be doing?"
It shot through her mind that Steven might think she was reaching out to Daniel, trying to send him a message or something. As if shed even know how to do that.
"Summon one now," Steven said, opening the window. It was past dusk and Luces stomach told her that most of the other students would be sitting down to dinner.
"I--I dont know if I can. "
Stevens eyes looked warmer than they had earlier, excited almost. "When we summon Announcers, were making a sort of wish. Not a wish for anything material, but a wish to better understand the world, our role in it, and whats to become of us. "
Immediately, Luce thought of Daniel, what she wanted most for their relationship. She didnt feel she had much of a role in what was to become of them--and she wanted one. Was that why shed been able to summon the Announcers before shed even known how?
Nervously, she centered herself in her chair. She closed her eyes. She imagined a shadow detaching itself from the long darkness that stretched from the tree trunks outside, imagined it rolling away and rising, lling the space of the open window. Then oating closer to her.
She smelled the soft mildewy scent rst, almost like black olives, then opened her eyes at the brush of coolness on her cheek. The temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees. Steven rubbed his hands together in the suddenly damp, drafty o ce.
"Yes, there you go," he murmured.
The Announcer was drifting in the air of his o ce, thin and transparent, no bigger than a silk scarf. It glided straight toward Luce, then wrapped a fuzzy tendril of nothingness around a blown-glass paperweight on the desk. Luce gasped. Steven was smiling when he stepped toward her, guiding it upright until it became a blank black screen.
Then it was in her hands, and she began to pull. The careful motion felt like trying to stretch out a piecrust without breaking it, something Luce had watched her mother do at least a hundred times. The darkness swirled into muted grays; then the faintest black-and-white image came into view.
A dark bedroom with a single bed. Luce--a former Luce, clearly--lying on her side, staring out the open window. She must have been sixteen years old. The door behind the bed opened, and a face, lit up by the hallway light, appeared in it. The mother.
The mother Luce had gone to see with Shelby! But younger, much younger--maybe by as many as fty years, glasses perched at the end of her nose. She smiled, as if pleased to nd her daughter sleeping, then pulled the door shut.
A moment later, a pair of ngertips gripped the bottom of the windowpane. Luces eyes widened as the former Luce sat up in bed. Outside the window, the ngertips strained; then a pair of hands became visible, then two strong arms, lit up blue in the moonlight. Then Daniels glowing face as he came in through the window.
Luces heart was racing. She wanted to pe into the Announcer, as shed wanted to yesterday with Shelby. But then Steven clicked his ngers and the whole thing snapped up like a venetian blind rolling to the top of a window frame. Then it broke apart and showered down.
The shadow lay in soft fragments on the desk. Luce reached for one, but it disintegrated in her hands.
Steven sat down behind his desk, probing Luce with his eyes as if to see what the glimpse had done to her. It suddenly felt very private, what shed just witnessed in the Announcer; she didnt know whether she wanted Steven to know how powerfully it had rocked her. After all, he was technically on the other side. In the past few days shed seen more and more of the demon in him. Not just the ery temper, welling up until he literally steamed--but the dark-glorious golden wings, too. Steven was magnetic and charming, just like Cam--and, she reminded herself, just like literally steamed--but the dark-glorious golden wings, too. Steven was magnetic and charming, just like Cam--and, she reminded herself, just like Cam, a demon.
"Why are you helping me with this?"
"Because I dont want you to get hurt," Steven barely whispered.
"Did that really happen?"
Steven looked away. "Its a representation of something. And who knows how distorted it is. Its a shadow of a past event, not reality. There is always some truth to the Announcer, but its never the simple truth. Thats what makes Announcers so problematic, and so dangerous to those without proper training. " He glanced at his watch. From below them came the sound of the door opening and closing on the landing. Steven sti ened when he heard a quick set of high heels clicking up the stairs.
Francesca.
Luce tried to read Stevens face. He handed her The Republic, which she slipped into her backpack. Just before Francescas beautiful face appeared in the doorway, Steven said to Luce, "The next time you and Shelby choose not to complete one of your assignments, I will ask you to write a ve-page re
search paper with citations. This time, I let you o with a warning. "
"I understand. " Luce caught Francescas eye in the doorway.
She smiled at Luce--though whether it was an o -you-go dismissal smile or a dont-think-youre-fooling-me-kid smile, it was impossible to tell. Trembling a little as she stood and ung her bag over her shoulder, Luce made for the door, calling back to Steven, "Thank you. "
Shelby had the re going in the hearth when Luce got back to her dorm room. The hot pot was plugged in next to the Buddha night-light and the whole room smelled like tomatoes.
"We were out of mac and cheese, but I made you some soup. " Shelby ladled out a piping-hot bowlful, cracked some fresh black pepper on top, and brought it over to Luce, whod collapsed on top of her bed. "Was it terrible?"
Luce watched the steam rise from her bowl and tried to gure out what to say. Bizarre, yes. Confusing. A little scary. Potentially . . . empowering.
But it hadnt been terrible, no.
"It was okay. " Steven seemed to trust her, at least to the extent that he was going to allow her to continue summoning the Announcers. And the other students seemed to trust him, even admire him. No one else acted concerned about his motives or his allegiances. But with Luce he was so cryptic, so di cult to read.
Luce had trusted the wrong people before. A careless pursuit at best. At worst, its a good way to get yourself killed. That was what Miss Sophia had said about trust the night shed tried to murder Luce.
It was Daniel whod advised Luce to trust her instincts. But her own feelings seemed the most unreliable. She wondered whether Daniel had already known about Shoreline when hed told her that, whether his advice was a way to prepare her for this long separation, when she would become less and less certain about everything in her life. Her family. Her past. Her future.
She looked up from the bowl at Shelby. "Thanks for the soup. "
"Dont let Steven thwart your plans," Shelby hu ed. "We should totally keep working on the Announcers. I am just so sick of these angels and demons and their power trips. `Oooh, we know better than you because were full-on angels and youre just the bastard child of some angel who got his rocks o . "
Luce laughed, but she was thinking that Stevens mini-lecture on Plato and giving her The Republic tonight was the opposite of a power trip. Of course, there was no telling Shelby that now, not when shed dropped into her usual Im-on-a-tirade-against-Shoreline routine on Luces bottom bunk.
"I mean, I know you have whatever going on with Daniel," Shelby continued, "but seriously, what good has an angel ever done for me?"
Luce shrugged apologetically.
"Ill tell you: nothing. Nothing besides knock up my mom and then totally ditch both of us before I was born. Real celestial behavior. " Shelby snorted. "The kicker is, my whole life, my moms telling me I should be grateful. For what? These watered-down powers and this enormous forehead I inherited from my dad? No thanks. " She kicked the top bunk glumly. "Id give anything to just be normal. "
"Really?" Luce had spent the whole week feeling inferior to her Nephilim classmates. She knew the grass was always greener, but this she couldnt believe. What advantage could Shelby possibly see in not having her Nephilim powers?