Broken Worlds- The Complete Series

by Jasper T. Scott

  “Shut up, Blake,” Dyara said.

  “No problem. I was just leaving,” Blake said, and stalked away.

  Dyara turned back to Darius. “In your vision, were the bodies decomposed, like they’d been there for twenty years? Or did it look like they’d died recently?”

  Darius shook his head. “They were recent.”

  Dyara nodded. “Then all signs point to a vision of the future, not the past. We need to go tell Tanik before it’s too late.”

  “What about Samara? And that locket?” Cassandra asked.

  “I guess she really is his wife. As for the locket, she’s probably going to find that later on,” Dyara said. She nodded to Darius. “Regardless, between this vision and your other one, it’s pretty clear that Ouroboros isn’t safe for us. We need to leave this planet.”

  Darius nodded slowly and absently peered into the depths of the well once more. “Let’s hope Tanik sees it that way.”

  Chapter 19

  Darius raised his fist to knock on the door to Tanik’s room, but the door swung open before his knuckles even touched the wood.

  Samara stood there in the dim light spilling from the hall, wearing a jumpsuit from the Deliverance. “Hello,” she said.

  “Can we come in?” Dyara asked. “It’s kind of a long story.”

  Samara turned to defer the question to her husband. “Tanik?”

  “Let them in,” he growled.

  Darius walked in, followed by Cassandra and Dyara. Samara closed the door behind them, shutting out the light from the hall, and they flicked on their flashlights to peel back the shadows once more.

  Tanik’s room was larger than the one Darius and Cassandra shared. There was a large bed in the center, flanked by two broken windows. A pair of wooden nightstands sat beneath those windows, and the ragged remains of ancient curtains fluttered restlessly along the top. Darius noticed a wooden chest at the foot of the bed, and two wooden wardrobes along the walls.

  “Well?” Tanik prompted. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at them. His chest and arms were bare, revealing rippling cords of muscle. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Samara walked over and sat beside her husband.

  Darius explained about his vision and their trip to the well. Samara and Tanik listened without interrupting. Darius omitted their suspicions that Samara might be an impostor, since that no longer seemed like a serious possibility.

  “We didn’t find anything,” Dyara added. “No bodies, and no locket. So we have to assume that what Darius saw hasn’t happened yet.”

  “As opposed to something that had already happened?” Samara asked with a faint smile. “Don’t tell me you were expecting to find me at the bottom of that well?”

  “Well...” Darius trailed off. “I thought maybe the real Samara was already dead, and that you might be some kind of impostor.”

  Tanik snorted and shook his head. “And she somehow fooled me into thinking that she’s my wife? How would she do that? And why would the woman in your vision have the same features as Samara? Unless you’re suggesting this is my wife’s clone.”

  “Is that a possibility?” Darius asked.

  “No. It would take more than twenty years to mature a clone to the same apparent age as my wife, and we’ve only been separated for twenty years. Besides, this Samara has all of the same memories, and the same personality as the one I remember.”

  Darius nodded. “I guess I was just being paranoid.”

  “Indeed,” Tanik replied.

  “Is that why you were asking me about a necklace?” Samara asked.

  “Yes,” Darius replied.

  Samara stood up and walked over to the nightstand. She retrieved something from the top drawer, turned, and held it dangling from her fingertips. “Did it look like this?”

  Darius gaped at the sight of it, and crossed over to her for a better look. The necklace was black with age, and the heart-shaped pendant wasn’t any cleaner, but there were still glimmers of the golden color it had once had. It certainly looked like a twenty-year-old necklace, but for some reason it had looked new in his vision.

  “Where did you find it?” Darius asked.

  “In one of the rooms on the lower levels,” Samara said. “I was going to clean it up and wear it myself.”

  Darius considered that with a frown. “Well, I guess you’re not going to die because of the necklace.”

  “Unless it’s cursed,” Cassandra suggested.

  Darius arched an eyebrow at her. “You’ve been watching too many horror movies.”

  “No, Darius is right,” Tanik said. “The necklace is unimportant. Wear it or not, it won’t change anything.”

  “Then I’ll wear it,” Samara said.

  “Is there something else you’d like to tell us?” Tanik asked.

  “Both of my visions involved people dying here,” Darius said. “Maybe that necklace has nothing to do with it, but clearly this planet does. We need to leave before the things I saw start to happen.”

  Tanik held his gaze for a long moment. “We don’t know how far into the future these visions are. They could be things that are going to happen a hundred years from now. What did Cassandra look like in your vision? Older, or the same?”

  Darius consider that. “I don’t know...”

  “Think.”

  “Maybe a year older. Or two. No more than that.”

  Tanik nodded. “Then let’s not overreact. As for your vision of Samara, she doesn’t age, so there’s no way to be sure that what you saw is imminent. If you have another vision, let us know. Perhaps that will reveal more. Until then, we’re staying right here.”

  “Another planet would be safer,” Darius insisted.

  “Would it?” Tanik replied. “This planet is abandoned and not frequented by Revenants. Furthermore, our presence is masked by the planet and this place,” he said, gesturing to the castle walls. “We won’t find another planet like it within range of our remaining fuel supply, and we’re going to need that fuel to leave here when the time comes.”

  “And when will that be?” Darius asked.

  “Once your training is complete and you are ready to fulfill your destiny to take the Augur’s place. Now, if there’s nothing else...”

  Darius frowned. He wanted to insist further, but he’d run out of arguments for them to leave. If it came to it, he supposed there was nothing stopping him from leaving by himself and taking Cassandra with him. Maybe Dyara, too, if she wanted to go.

  “No, there’s nothing else,” Darius said. “Sorry to wake you.”

  “No need to apologize,” Samara replied as she stood up and walked with them to the door. “You did the right thing by coming to tell us what you saw, but I suggest that the three of you go get some sleep now. You’ll need your energy for tomorrow’s training.”

  “Sure. See you tomorrow,” Darius said as he stepped out into the hallway with the others. The three of them walked back to their room in silence. Once they were inside, they locked and barred the door. Dyara stripped out of her muddy boots and gloves, and then her flight suit. A rotten smell began to saturate the air.

  “Yuck,” Cassandra said, waving her hand in front of her nose. “Maybe we should leave that out in the hall.”

  “Or leave it on,” Darius suggested.

  “Leave it on?” Dyara echoed, shaking her head. “It’s wet. I can’t go to bed in that.”

  “I’m not sure that we should go to bed. We need to get out of here.”

  “Do you know a safer planet than this one?” Dyara challenged.

  “Well, no but...”

  “It makes no sense to avoid one threat by running headlong into another,” Dyara insisted.

  “I think she’s right, Dad,” Cassandra said.

  Darius glanced at her. Two against one. He let out a breath and walked up to the window to get some fresh air. The night’s sky was bright and dazzling with stars. A warm breeze caressed his face, bringing with it alien smells. He shut his eyes fo
r a moment, and focused on his breathing, trying to still his racing heart. He felt a hand slide into his, and turned to see Dyara standing beside him.

  “Come to bed,” she said. “We can worry again in the morning.”

  Darius allowed her to lead him back to bed. Cassandra was already curled up under the covers on the other bed with her eyes shut.

  Once he was lying in bed with Dyara’s head on his chest once more, he realized how wide awake he was. Something was bothering him, something he couldn’t put his finger on.

  Dyara’s leg twitched, and Darius glanced at her to find her face relaxed in sleep. He looked to Cassandra, she seemed to be sleeping, too. How could they both fall asleep so easily while he was still wide awake? And how was it that they’d been in agreement to leave Ouroboros right up until they’d talked to Tanik and Samara? Now both Cassandra and Dyara were singing the same tune as Tanik and Samara.

  Were they convinced by Tanik’s arguments? Or something more sinister? If Samara is an impostor, and capable of influencing or controlling other people’s minds, then maybe she’s doing that with Cassandra and Dyara.

  But she can’t affect my mind, Darius thought. Maybe that’s why I’m wide awake and worrying while everyone else is sleeping soundly.

  Darius frowned up at the hazy stone ceiling. He didn’t know enough about visions or the zero point field. Could Samara have somehow removed the bodies from the well without leaving any water or mud on the floor? Maybe she’d thrown the bodies out a window. No one would find them in the forest a thousand feet below the castle, unless they went down there purposefully to look.

  Darius took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Maybe he was just being paranoid. The fact that Samara had found that locket could be evidence that what he’d seen was a vision of the future. Or it could be that Samara had dredged that locket from the well in order to make him think that.

  Darius rubbed his eyes and kneaded his temples, trying to massage away his headache. There was only one way that he was going to settle his doubts. He needed to find some excuse to go looking at the base of the cliffs below the castle. If he didn’t find anything down there, then maybe he could finally put his suspicions to rest.

  Chapter 20

  Darius only managed to sleep for an hour before waking up to the sound of a fist thumping on his door, followed by Tanik’s voice. “It’s time to get up. Meet me in the armory in ten minutes.”

  Cassandra groaned and sat up. “What’s going on?”

  “Time to train,” Darius said, as he stumbled out of bed.

  “It’s four in the morning!” Dyara said. “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

  Darius walked to the window and peered down at the horizon. He saw a faint blue glow of dawn building there, but no hint of a sunrise yet. Cold air caressed his face and made him shiver. “I guess a cup of caf would be too much to ask for,” he said as he turned from the window.

  They ate a quick breakfast of dry rations and washed it down with stale water from their canteens before hurrying down to the armory.

  The morning’s training involved more sparring with swords, and then practicing a new ability—concealment, which they could use to hide their presences from each other. Tanik had them practice by playing hide and seek in the castle.

  Darius wasn’t comfortable with being separated from Cassandra and not knowing where she was, especially not with his lingering suspicions about Samara. Whenever possible he’d hide with or near Cassandra. In the latter case, he used his awareness to keep track of her, despite her best efforts to keep her presence concealed.

  She wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hide from him. When it was his turn to seek, none of the Acolytes could hide from his awareness. He could see all of them, bright and shining, even with his eyes open—and even through the castle walls. Only Tanik and Samara might have been able to hide from him, but they weren’t playing.

  In the final game, Darius found a particularly good hiding spot. He climbed out one of the windows in the armory and stood on a ledge around the corner from it, with his fingers wedged into gaps between the stones in the wall. He used concealment to hide his presence, and waited for Arok to find him.

  After waiting for what felt like at least half an hour, his fingers were numb and his arms and shoulders were stiff. Still, he clung there, using his own awareness to track people through the wall of the castle.

  The other Acolytes had gathered inside the armory, on the other side of the wall from him, while Arok searched the upper levels of the castle. Tanik and Samara stood to one side of the group, recognizable from their height and the tone of their presences. He didn’t dare to reach for their minds and thoughts, lest he reveal himself, but he did manage to extend his awareness into the armory to hear what was going on.

  The Acolytes were grumbling about lunch. After a few minutes of their whining, Darius wondered if he should reveal himself, but he resisted the temptation, hoping that Tanik, or better yet, Samara, would grow tired of waiting for Arok and try to find him for themselves. If it turned out that he could hide from them, too, then that might give him a chance to sneak out and go snooping for evidence at the base of the castle later on.

  “Arok’s never going to find him,” Dyara said. “Why don’t you go find Darius and tell him that he won?”

  “I would, but I cannot sense him anywhere,” Tanik replied.

  “Nor can I,” Samara said. “You were right about him. He must have exceptional potential to be able to hide from us with so little training. We will have to look for him with our eyes. Everyone spread out and look.”

  Despite his aching muscles and growling stomach, Darius smiled. When everyone had left the Armory, he snuck back in through the window and crept up behind Cassandra.

  “Boo,” he said.

  She jumped with fright and rounded on him. “Not funny!”

  He grinned. “I think it was.”

  “Where were you! We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

  He shook his head, still smiling. “That’s my secret. Come on, let’s go find the others.”

  Darius stopped hiding his presence, and it wasn’t long before Tanik and Samara found them.

  “Very impressive,” Tanik said as they stood on the steps outside the castle.

  “Yes,” Samara added, her eyes thoughtfully narrowed as she studied Darius. He didn’t like the way she was looking at him, but after a moment, she tore her gaze away to look at Tanik. “Why don’t you get us some lunch while I round up the others?”

  Tanik nodded, and she disappeared inside the castle.

  Darius expected more dry, gummy rations, but instead, Tanik told them to wait on the steps while he walked down to the end of one of the landing pads. Once there, he raised his arms to the sky, and Seekers came flocking to him from the forests below. He called out a warning to the Marines on guard duty, and they shot at the Seekers while they were still circling above Tanik’s head. Three of the beasts fell with mighty thumps at Tanik’s feet; then he dropped his hands and the remaining birds fled, squawking and shrieking with fright.

  Twenty minutes later, the Acolytes gathered outside, watching while Marines tied the birds to spears from the armory and piled scrap wood in a circle of rubble that they’d arranged at the bottom of the steps. Darius watched with the others, thinking about the food chain on Ouroboros. Maybe these giant birds were a threat to Revenants because they could hide their presence and sneak up on them, but Darius was beginning to see the other side of the equation: Revenants were far more of a threat to the Seekers than the other way around.

  Cassandra sighed. “I’m starving! When do you think the food will be ready?”

  Darius shook his head. “Not for a few hours, at least.”

  Cassandra groaned, and Darius favored her with a smile. He reached over and mussed her sweaty hair.

  “Hey!”

  “You need a shower, young lady.”

  Her nose wrinkled. “You too.”

  “You first,” h
e replied.

  “They’re communal showers,” Cassandra complained.

  He looked around. “Everyone’s out here. I bet you’ll have some privacy right now, and I can watch the door for you to make sure no one else goes in.”

  “Yeah, well, what about my jumpsuit? I’ve only got one left that’s clean. Maybe it would be better to let the stink accumulate for a few days. We don’t have laundry chutes and maintenance bots like we did on the Deliverance.”

  “We’ll have to find a way to wash our own clothes,” Darius said. “What we need is soap....”

  “We can make some after we eat,” Samara said, striding by them.

  “How are we going to do that?” Darius called back to her. She was by the bonfire helping the Marines secure one of the Seeker carcasses.

  “With fat and ash,” Samara replied. “I’ll teach everyone later.”

  Darius watched her and three Marines stand up and carry a dead bird tied with zero-G tethers to a frame of two parallel spears. They hoisted the frame up and balanced the ends of the spears on a pair of supply crates that they’d turned on their ends beside the fire. It was a clever setup.

  “Darius,” a gruff voice said. He turned and saw Tanik hurrying down the steps of the castle.

  “Need something?” he asked.

  Tanik stopped in front of him and Cassandra and pointed to the small pile of scrap wood beside the fire. “Yes, more firewood,” he said. “You and I are going to go get some.”

  “How?” Darius asked.

  Tanik nodded to one of the Ospreys. “We’ll fly down and land in a clearing. Our swords will work just fine to fell dead trees and chop them up. We should be back long before the food is ready.”

  Darius’s stomach growled, and he frowned. “Yeah, and that sounds like hungry work to do on an empty stomach.”

  “There’s more rations in the Osprey. Come on. We’re going to need that wood if we want to eat anything else.”

  “What about Cassandra?”

  “She can stay here.”

  “I’d rather she came with,” Darius said.