Broken (The Stones, The Vampyres, and The Cursed Child) (A Fated Fantasy Quest Adventure Book 4)

by Humphrey Quinn

  Once in better view, Colin realized instantly and sickeningly what they were building. “Pyres…”

  Bird landed on the ground next to them and nodded, affirming what they’d said. A sinking feeling nearly made Colin vomit. What were they planning? This meadow was easily twice as wide as the clearing the Svoda camped in, and pyres dotted nearly the entire space. Colin tried to count but lost track after forty-three.

  Even more suspicious, was that in the center of each pyre shot up a single stake, with tethers clearly meant for tying up something, or someone.

  “I think we need to leave,” Colin advised. “I don’t know what this means, but we definitely need to warn the others!”

  “I agree,” Catrina said. “Something about this is very wrong.”

  Bird led the way home and bade them farewell at the edge of the Svoda’s clearing. Off to where, Colin could not imagine. He removed the cloaking spell that made him invisible. He stepped out from behind a tent and directly into Ivan Crane.

  “Colin! Hello,” Ivan gasped out, astonished at the sudden appearance. He also nodded cautiously at the emptiness next to Colin, assuming Catrina stood by his side.

  “She says hi, but never mind that right now. I need your help. Is there somewhere we can talk?”

  Ivan’s face sank into curious, and he motioned for them to follow. He stopped at the Mochrie tent, which was empty.

  “Nowhere is truly safe, but this should suffice.”

  Colin undid the spell on Catrina so Ivan could see her.

  “We left the clearing,” Colin admitted first.

  “Why should it not surprise me that you’re breaking the rules?”

  “Doesn’t matter right now, Ivan. We came across the treasure hunters. They’re up to something.”

  “Something very bad,” Catrina stated.

  Colin explained the field of pyres and as he did so, Ivan’s face morphed from curious, to concerned, to downright furious.

  “There is definitely more going on than the Stripers are admitting,” he agreed.

  “The problem is, how do we warn everyone? We weren’t supposed to leave the clearing. We shouldn’t have seen anything.”

  Ivan and Colin stared at each other for a long while.

  “The Banon must be made aware. This is too important to hide,” Ivan finally decided.

  “Wait!” Catrina said. “I think I have an idea.”

  Colin and Ivan listened as she explained.

  “Will she go along with it?” asked Ivan, after Catrina had finished.

  “She’ll have to!” Colin said. “It’s the only safe way.” Colin made attempts to reach Meghan through his mind. She did not answer. Like usual. Even after all her promises. He must have made it fairly obvious, or made funny faces, as Ivan tossed Colin a what are you doing, simper?

  Colin surrendered to the moment.

  “Meghan and I, we can hear each other’s thoughts,” he admitted.

  “That actually explains a lot,” Ivan concluded.

  Colin was not sure why he let Ivan in on their secret, but thus far, though temperamental, Ivan had never done anything to show he could not be trusted.

  “She’s not answering right now,” Colin explained.

  “She is training with the Banon,” Ivan replied. “I just left there when I happened upon you.” He booked it to the tent exit. “I will make an excuse to return and somehow tell Meghan to read your mind, or however it works. This cannot wait. Lives could depend on this information.”

  Ivan beat a path to return to Meghan.

  Colin recast his spell on Catrina and departed the Mochrie tent, heading for Billie’s. With each step he took, he kept a wary eye searching for Pajak. All he hoped was that this news of the pyres would be enough to sidetrack Juliska Blackwell until he had a chance to deal with the spying spider that most likely, had seen Catrina.

  CHAPTER 14

  After visiting with his parents, Sebastien Jendaya found himself standing at the front door of Amelia Cobb’s office. The leader of the banished Svoda was aware he had arrived.

  “Come in,” he heard her say.

  He put on a smile and entered.

  “Please, sit, Sebastien. Would you like anything to drink, or eat?” she asked, refilling a coffee mug for herself.

  Sebastien patted his stomach. “I think my mother just fed me all of the meals I missed over the last few weeks, and the ones I will most likely miss over the coming weeks.”

  Amelia chuckled. “I really lucked out with you, Sebastien. When I planted you as a young boy to befriend the Jacoby twins, I had no idea what an asset you would become to me.”

  Sebastien just nodded. You neglected to tell me the part about how they would suffer…

  “And yet I feel like I have stolen your childhood,” she admitted apologetically.

  “Like you always say, we all have our part to play. And for mine, I will do whatever I can to help my friends. And our cause.”

  “Yes. It at least gives me slight comfort that you became so close over the years.”

  And that is somehow supposed to make all of this okay? Sebastien reined in his thoughts. This was the wrong place to let his true feelings show.

  “I’ve had contact,” Sebastien informed her. “I got a Call from Meghan. Her skills as a Firemancer are advancing.”

  “Splendid!” Amelia cried. “This is good news indeed. And we needed some after what’s been going on these last weeks.”

  “My dad told me about the Projector. Has any decision been made?”

  “Debates are ongoing. The entire community has weighed in at this point, but everyone has a different view on the matter as I’m sure you can imagine. But our end goal remains the same. The only question is, if this Projector can get us there, or will keep us from succeeding.”

  “Frankly, I don’t see how it’s possible that a Projector could be of any use. I only know what I learned in school, of course,” Sebastien added.

  “And many agree with you, my young friend. It is difficult to see how harnessing a Projector’s power could help us return magic to its full glory. I fear the child is lost. If not by our hand, then another’s.”

  “It’s hard to imagine,” he said, “having magic return. Do you think the world is really ready for it?”

  “This is why we have worked so hard to get people in the right places, Sebastien. To be certain that when we heal the world, and return magic, that we can control the situation. We will be ready to teach, and return this world to the glory it once was. Won’t it be nice not to hide anymore?”

  Sebastien thought about that question for a long minute before answering. He felt as though he had been hiding his entire life.

  “That will be nice, yes.”

  His thoughts shifted to his new quest and the secrets he had discovered. Not having to hide, lie, or betray would be very nice, but not for the reasons Amelia Cobb had stated. Sebastien did not know if returning magic was a good idea or not, but since the revelation that his friends were involved in Amelia’s plans, and from the little information he had been able to squeeze from her or his parents, his gut told him his friends were in serious trouble.

  What Sebastien did not understand is how their Uncle Arnon, or his parents, could have allowed all of this to happen… at the same time, it was likely Arnon had no more idea than he did as to what Amelia was planning. At least he hoped not. Thinking of Arnon Jacoby betraying the siblings was a devastating thought. And his parents… he guessed they were not aware of the seriousness of it all either. And if they were? Where exactly did that leave him?

  “Well, onto business,” Amelia continued. “As Meghan is now Calling, I think it best to wait until she contacts you again. From what my other informant has told me, she is not yet ready to know the truth, and therefore, what she will need to do. They feel the time is nearing, however.”

  Typical vague answer… Sebastien wanted to kick himself. You need to keep it together until you know what’s really going on!

/>   “Until such a time, Sebastien, continue with your current mission.”

  “Very well,” Sebastien replied. He could not get out of her office fast enough.

  The one thing he was sure of: he was running out of time to help Meghan.

  And what of Colin? Amelia never mentioned him in any specific manner, but he could sense she was hiding something…

  Sebastien wished now, more than ever, he had come clean with the twins. Well, the not-twins. He wished he had told them everything he knew about magic and who they were believed to be. He wished he had given them some warning about what was to come. He wished he had known they weren’t even twins! Probably not even related!

  All I can do is try to help them now, and hope that I can…

  Sebastien could not wait to leave home, again. He was smart enough, however, to recognize the need to look pleased to be home and not in a hurry to leave… other than looking eager to get back to work.

  Now that he knew Meghan’s mother was alive, he wanted to disappear. To take all he’d found out and help his friends. He feared that what he’d learned was not enough though. He could, at least, tell them they could go home whenever they wanted… give them some closure about their uncle, tell them Arnon was…

  Enough.

  “You know you have to stick with it,” he told himself as he approached home. “Meghan’s mother is right. There is so much more at stake, and I can’t mess this up.”

  He took out one of the candles meant for Meghan.

  His secret lives were colliding.

  His job for Amelia Cobb.

  His friendship with the twins. The non-twins.

  His quest to save them.

  His duty to his family and his fellow banished Svoda.

  The job he had been trained for his entire life… to befriend, report, and eventually, to betray…

  CHAPTER 15

  Ivan poked his head into the Banon’s tent. Jelen and Jenner did not question his return seeing as Ivan visited a few times each day.

  “Pantin Hollee,” he greeted upon entering.

  She perked up at seeing his face. “Back so soon,” she jested lightly.

  “I had to pass back by and ran into Miss Jacoby’s brother. Told him I’d pass along a message.”

  “The Banon just departed, the meeting starts soon you know,” she reminded. “Meghan’s in her room,” she pointed while organizing a stack of papers.

  “Thank you.” Ivan knocked at the entrance to Meghan’s room.

  “Come in,” her voice called out. Meghan sat on the floor reading, with Nona by her side. Her face turned sour as she saw it was Ivan.

  “Meghan, I have a message from your brother,” he told her, loud enough for the Pantin to hear. Could not be suspicious in any manner. But his gaze eyed Meghan, hard.

  “From Colin?” she confirmed, rising to her feet.

  “He asked me to pass along that he’d like to hear from you,” he said with an edge of knowingness. Worried she didn’t get it, he tapped the side of his head and cocked a brow.

  Her eyes narrowed and then grew large. She immediately opened up her thoughts and realized he had been trying desperately to reach her.

  “Colin, I’m sorry,” she sent him. “I was so focused on my studies I didn’t hear you.” She added hotly, “Why on earth did you tell Ivan about our telepathy?”

  “Sorry, Sis. Didn’t have a choice. Emergency.” Colin opened up his mind and showed her what he had seen in the Striper’s meadow.

  “What do you think they’re doing?” she asked him, equally horrified about the scene as the others.

  “We don’t know. But Ivan is right, Juliska needs to know.” Colin sent her Catrina’s idea.

  “Oh, I agree, Col. I don’t see any other safe way either.”

  Meghan refocused on Ivan, still waiting in her room. “C’mon,” she motioned, stepping into the front room. The Pantin was just about to leave but stopped when she saw Ivan and Meghan.

  “Thank you for passing along my brother’s message, Ivan,” Meghan said. “Please tell him I will visit as soon as I can.”

  Ivan stepped to the stove. “Fire’s nearly out. It’s rather chilly don’t you think?” Even though it had warmed slightly. Ivan made a scene of opening up the stove to add a log, without waiting for an answer.

  “Isn’t he sweet,” the Pantin aimed toward Meghan, clearly seeing concern from Ivan that was not truly there.

  Ivan just needed to get a fire in front of Meghan’s eyes. The instant he opened the stove door Meghan fell into a vision, except this time, she was faking.

  “Wait!” she shouted at the Pantin. She paused as if seeing something. “I need to see Banon Blackwell, now!” Meghan pretended to falter and Ivan steadied her. “Please, Hollee,” Meghan pleaded. “I think what I’ve just seen might prove dangerous for everyone here.”

  The Pantin did not question and rushed off.

  Ivan let go of Meghan. She straightened herself.

  “Not bad, huh?”

  “I have never questioned your acting ability,” he declared.

  “Whatever.”

  “It shows promise, that when you saw the fire, you didn’t have an actual vision,” he taunted.

  “Especially seeing as you’re so near,” she threw back at him.

  For once, Ivan did not reply and remained silent until Juliska returned, and Meghan explained what she had seen.

  “A field of pyres, created by the Stripers?” She sat down, aghast at the thought. She unexpectedly took hold of Meghan’s hand. “Thank you, Meghan. I knew having you here would not be a mistake. This could be the very clue we so desperately needed.” She arose to depart.

  “Back to the meeting?” assumed the Pantin.

  “Yes. We must decide what to do about this. I fear that once again, time is not on our side, my dear Hollee.”

  Ivan followed to join the meeting, leaving Meghan alone.

  She reopened her mind to Colin.

  “It’s done. She knows. They’re meeting about it right now.” She sensed her brother’s relief.

  “Thanks, Sis. Sorry to make you lie.”

  “Ah. What’s new?” she balked. “Why did you leave the clearing though?”

  “Just needed some space,” he said honestly. “Plus, I wanted to talk to Catrina. We’re back at Billie’s now.”

  “Oh. Did you find out anything new about Catrina?”

  “Only things you’re not going to like to hear.”

  She surmised he meant that Juliska was somehow involved.

  “Colin, Juliska couldn’t have had anything to do with abandoning Catrina in that cave,” she defended.

  “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “But Catrina seems to think she did.”

  “And you believe her, a near stranger, more than your own sister who lives with Juliska Blackwell?”

  “Meghan,” he spoke in a manner that indicated he had something important to tell her. “I think Catrina might be the Projector…” Even though he spoke it through his thoughts, his inner voice was low and uncertain.

  Meghan, in shock by what Colin told her, replied in grunts.

  “I think Juliska, and possibly others, believe it at least,” he added when she did not reply. “But I don’t. I know she’s not.”

  “Colin, I don’t completely understand this whole Projector thing, but I know enough to realize it is NOT a good thing! What if it is her, Colin? That means she’s dangerous! I do get weird vibes when I’m around her,” she let slip out.

  “What do you mean? Weird vibes?”

  “Colin. I’m sorry. I know you like her, but if I’m completely honest, something about her just doesn’t feel right. And if Juliska thinks…”

  Colin’s block slammed closed. The connection, broken. She attempted repeatedly to reconnect, but he ignored her.

  “Crap!” she shouted to no one. She wanted to use much stronger words. “Leave it to my brother to fall in love with the Projector. They’ll kill her! And him, if he’
s not careful.”

  Nona opened her mouth to purr out anything that might calm Meghan. Her need to protect Colin was stronger than any other urge she ever had.

  “Don’t bother arguing with me, Nona,” warned Meghan sharply. “I can’t let Catrina destroy my brother’s life.” Meghan hastened out of the tent, unsure of what to do or where to go. Before she made any decision, the ground began to shake. Another quake.

  She grabbed onto a tent pole, hoping to stay upright. She heard a terrible swooshing and a crash nearby, followed by a scream.

  The ground shook angrily.

  And then it stopped.

  Once steady on her feet, she turned toward the crash. A tree had fallen at the edge of the clearing onto a tent. She raced over, as did others. Her fear: someone was inside stuck under the tree, or worse, killed by it. After a quick search, a teenage girl was discovered passed out, underneath a thick branch, but alive.

  Doctor Stamm arrived just a minute later to examine the girl, and to Meghan’s surprise, so did Ivan. He looked gravely concerned over the girl’s condition.

  Meghan recognized the girl, from school in Grimble. If she remembered correctly, the girl’s name was Maria and she was sixteen years old. Mostly, Meghan recalled thinking that the girl was pretty, but also a little shy. Whenever Meghan had seen the girl, she was alone. For some reason, she’d been behind in classes. An illness, or something like that.

  “I need to get her back to my tent,” Dr. Stamm determined.

  “Is she okay?” inquired Ivan.

  “I need to do a more thorough examination. It looks like the branch hit her head.” There was a trickle of blood crawling down her cheek. There was a moment Ivan looked petrified, but a blink later he was swooping in and whisking her away.

  Meghan shook herself back into reality.

  Colin.

  Catrina.