“I'm sorry for my shock.” Sienna said. “Have you survived as long as I think you have?”
“About a hundred human years?” Davine asked, with a smile. “Yes. And how old are you?”
“Not even twenty,” Sienna answered. “How? How have you done it?”
Davine leaned back in her chair.
“Oh, my dear. You've had a rough time at it, haven't you?”
“We've had extensive management plans,” Desmond said. “She is better now than she was, functional most days.”
Davine flickered her gaze to Desmond. “Are you her father?”
“Her Maestro,” he replied. “One of two. As you can imagine, this is a special case.”
“That's right, you said you were operating witches. Although the magic must make you so sick.” Davine turned back to Sienna.
“It did, when I used it.”
“And now you've stopped?”
“Suppressed it,” she said. Davine crossed two of her six arms.
“Chemically?”
“Yes,” Sienna said. “And you?”
“I stopped breathing oxygen,” Davine said, and Sienna's jaw fell open.
“I'm sorry?”
“Here,” the alien put her hand on her chest. “It was Pedro's invention, long ago. It's a converted part, actually. Are you knowledgeable in ship parts?”
“I am,” Sienna answered.
“The oxygen diverter, the calibrator,” Davine said “He re purposed one from a one-man scooter to work in the opposite fashion, replacing my lungs. Everything that comes in is converted to chemical, non-breathable components in most species. Except for us...”
“It's gold,” Sienna said, glancing at the hint of scarring peeking out from the top of her shirt.
“No oxygen, no natural process, no attacks,” Davine replied.
“How long ago did you do that?”
“About fifty years,” Davine answered. “And no problems ever since.”
Sienna turned to Desmond, who was doing calculations in his head.
“That is quite the advanced process,” he said. “I'm impressed.”
“So was I,” she replied. “But then, when Pedro wants to help, he finds away.”
“I'm humanoid,” Sienna replied. “It maybe wouldn't…”
“It maybe wouldn't work,” Davine confirmed. “You are correct. But what's the alternative for your life expectancy?”
“I—” Sienna didn't have an answer to that question, and the alien smiled.
“This is heavy conversation for the moment. Perhaps we can talk about it later?”
“Yes.” Sienna glanced to Desmond, and he wondered what was spinning her young mind. Was she already planning such an intense operation? Would it even work on her?
And would it give her the freedom she needed to move away from the witch lifestyle?
None of these questions could be answered right there, but Sienna had hoped she would find out when they walked out of the office and went to look for Pedro.
Both of them tried not to stare, but watching the children use their magic in such ways was memorizing
“They should be in school,” Desmond said. “Being trained.”
“You want to tell them,” she said. “You want to take them with you?”
“Certainly not all of them,” Desmond replied. “Especially with Eliza's quest under way. But we could find a way, if they wanted. They have to want to come, since there are no parents involved.”
“Do you remember your parents?” she asked Desmond, and he shook his head.
“No. Do you?”
“No,” she said. “I barely remembered Jeffro until we went back…But it clearly wasn't either of our choices.”
He looked to her and she didn't seem upset. She was simply observing as they walked.
She stopped when they came to one conveyor belt. The children were following a gamified version of making a mold, shrieking with excitement when they got the plastic into the perfect shape.
“Those are the coils,” Sienna said, as she stepped forward. Her eyes cast to the rest of the belt, and she saw everything that they needed. “Here, Desmond. If we can buy it off him, we can leave this afternoon.”
“Are you sure?” Desmond pulled out their tablet and checked his list. He was not quite as good as Sienna with parts, and he made sure to tell her so. She shrugged.
“There's lots of time to learn things when you can't practice spells,” she said.
Just then, Pedro swept up behind them.
“Did you have a good conversation upstairs?”
“We did,” Sienna replied. “Thank you. I have a lot to look into.”
“It appears you are looking into my stock,” Pedro answered, one eyebrow raised. “Both my parts and my workers.”
Desmond glanced to Sienna.
“They should know,” he said. “They should know of their options in life. The school is not for the rich or privileged If they are magically inclined, they will be tested.”
“And put to a series of rigorous tests for the rest of their lives, traveling around to save others with their Maestros and get no say in the matter,” Pedro's words were harsh, but his tone was quiet. He had clearly done more research into this than anyone was letting on. “Isn't that so?”
Sienna couldn't deny that she often had no say as to where they went most days. If there was a quest for Jeffro, she was usually on it, but aside from that, she went whoever they told her to.
“Look,” Pedro lowered his voice. “I know you think that you are coming in here and being a white knight, taking these children off to a better life and I'm just some horrible slave driver. But I actually care about them – their futures, their lives. I'm not sending them off to some nameless place where they will be just a number, a statistic.”
“It's not like that,” Desmond tried to argue.
“Do I have your personal assurance?” Pedro asked. “That if you take one or two of my best, you will personally take care of them?”
“I will of course keep an eye on…”
“That's not what I meant,” Pedro replied, looking between him and Sienna. “I never had a family of my own. I don't want them randomly checked in upon as you pass them in the hallway.”
“I—” Desmond paused. “What would you like me to do?”
“If they go with you, if they want to, they become your responsibility,” Pedro said. “You have to assure me.”
“You have someone in mind,” Desmond said. “I can tell by your tone.”
Pedro sighed. “There are two,” he said. “Who have dreams of your school. No matter what they hear about it, they still dream. There are so many that have talent, but some want to stay here. I don't want to hold them back. I just want to make sure they are taken care of.”
“If you sell us the parts we need,” Sienna put in. “We can transport them there, put in a good word, and work to make sure they have the best futures.”
“They will be trained?”
“There's no promise of that,” Sienna replied. “They would have to pass entrance exams, blood work…and then it's hard work, even then.”
“But with your gene, they train you?” Pedro asked.
Sienna took a step back. “I'm…”
“Sienna was one of the most powerful witches to ever enter the school,” Desmond said. “No one had seen power like hers in centuries. She could do at the drop of a hat what others only dreamed of.”
“And now?”
Sienna looked down at the floor, stepping back. Desmond resisted the urge to put an arm around her, to point out all the accomplishments she had done over the past two days without any magic at all.
“And now, she finds other ways,” Desmond answered.
Pedro nodded.
“Of course. Davine lives a normal life, she…”
“I could resurrect the dead!” Desmond had not expected a sudden outburst from her. It was out of character. He whipped his head around, to see tears flowin
g down her face. “No one else could do that. I could save lives. I could return people to this world. I could read minds as easily as breathing. Except I couldn't eat, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't sleep. My choice had to be that my life was worth more than those I could save, and how can I make that choice? This is the only way I can keep working, without perishing. There is no normal life.”
“Sienna!” Desmond said in alarm, but she turned and stormed off. He watched her go, her shoulders shaking and let out a deep sigh. “I'm sorry. She's been...”
“Please apologize to her,” Pedro said. “I did not mean to upset her.”
“I don't think it's you,” Desmond answered, looking around the factory. There was so much magic, so much potential, so much hope. Each of these children could go on to save thousands, if not millions of lives if they were properly trained.
It would be a hard case to make to the Jurors. Some were too old, others were ruffians without the class and elegance that was needed, perhaps without the discipline They knew their lives. They knew what they considered their families. They had been using magic for years, untrained, and it would be hard to put them in line with what the Jurors achieved. He would have to make one of the best cases every presented.
And he knew one of the first things the Jurors would point out is that he did not have the time, could not devote the attention when his Tiro required daily care.
The lives of many versus the lives of the few weighed heavily on his shoulders. He did not always believe in everything that Jurors dictated, or everything the Order said. But he did believe in doing only good with magic, in serving Nature and saving lives. He believed in a power higher than himself, and he believed that they were created to be the guardians of the galaxy.
The time was now, he realized, to move on.
“You will have my personal assurance,” Desmond said. “That any of the children who come with us will be taken care of, by me. I may not train them, but I will be their mentor, their go-to.”
“That, I can live with,” Pedro said, holding out a hand. Desmond shook it, his stomach sinking.
“I just have to talk to Sienna,” he said. “And then I will meet with those who you think would like to come.”
Chapter 13
Sienna had retreated to the top level of the factory, passed the offices and up into a tiny attic loft. It had a glassed in roof, and now that the storm had stopped, the sun was shining through. It was as close to nature as they could get on this frozen planet. Her tears were half dried as she titled her face toward the sun, her eyes closed.
Even if her body didn't agree with Nature, her heart longed for it all the time. She felt at peace with the sunshine, the hope of growth and renewal.
Desmond approached quietly, his heart thudding nearly out of his chest as he watched her for a moment. He knew this was the right thing to do, but already he could see the ramifications slammed in his face.
He wished Mariah were here. She had a way with words. She could say anything without upsetting someone and always put a positive spin on things. Desmond would have thought that all the years of diplomacy and negotiation would come in handy for times like this, but he was at a loss.
“Hi,” she said, hearing his footsteps. “I'm sorry. It just…”
“It's all right,” he said quietly. “It's been a hard few days.”
She smiled, wiping away a tear. “But it's not very witch-like.”
“Sienna.” He sighed and looked around. There was a window ledge that was big enough and he gestured for them to both sit. She did without question, leaning against the cool glass. “There is something I've wanted to speak to you about.”
“Mm?” she asked. She was relaxing, her tears drying, and that made it worse.
He never thought he'd have to say the words that tumbled out of his mouth. He had sworn he'd never abandon a Tiro after Reynolds Sienna was his idea, his commitment.
The best course of action was simply to tumble out the facts before his heart took over.
“You and I both know that you will never pass the tests, as hard as you try and as gifted as you are,” he said quietly. “I have long perceived that you would never become a full working witch. Our paths are no longer linked, little one.”
Silence filled the room. Her jaw unhinged.
“I'm sorry?” she asked, hoping she had misunderstood.
“You know this as truth,” he said at last. “And these last few days have shown us both that you have so much talent in other areas. I have to serve Nature, Sienna, and none of us can do that while we remain stagnant.”
The tears welled up again.
“Desmond—” she started. He took her hands but she pulled back. “No. You promised. You said…”
“I know.” He sighed. “I know, and I have tried everything I could to make it work.”
“Is this about the children downstairs? The new potential? The shiny new misfits that you can take?”
“It is about them,” he said, surprising her. “And all the others, around the galaxy. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I can assist you in finding a place to benefit your skills. You have so many other talents, there are so many paths you can take. But, little one, being a witch is not one of them. Not if you want to live.”
“You can't—” Her jaw quivered. “You can't leave me. You can't…”
“I don't want to,” he said. “But we are doing a disservice to Nature itself if we keep up this charade. Magic is not about you, or I, or our feelings. It's about serving the galaxy.”
“Am I not serving the galaxy?” she cried out with a sob.
“You are,” he assured her. “And you have been the most wonderful gem of a Tiro, the strongest I know. You are serving and protecting, assisting in peace in this war-torn place. But not as a witch. And you have to accept that.”
“You can take me off the drugs,” she bargained “You can—”
“No,” he said. “I want you to live, Sienna. I want you to translate, to negotiate, to bring peace to the planets you visit. I want you to work beside royals and commoners alike. I want you to use the gift you were given to find the words others can't. I want you to thrive, to breathe. You said yourself you could do none of those things on magic. Isn't that right?”
To his surprise, she nodded, tears slipping down her face. “Is Nathaniel part of this?”
“No,” Desmond replied. “He is not.”
“Does he know?”
“He knows I was thinking of it.”
“And will he leave me, too?”
“I cannot speak for him, but it seems not,” Desmond answered. “You have every right to be angry with me, Sienna, or to seek...”
She settled beside him in the window seat, her tears coming slower now as she took a deep breath. “I'm not angry,” she said, as she closed her eyes. “It's just my worst fear come true.”
“Please understand, little one, it's not for your lack of effort or skill,” he said.
“It's for the magic,” she replied. “For Nature.”
“Yes,” he brushed some hair behind her shoulders. “It is.”
She took a deep breath. “Will you take another Tiro?”
“I don't know,” he answered. “I do not know if I have the energy, the capability anymore.”
“Mariah would not like you to,” she pointed out.
“No,” Desmond agreed. “She would not.”
“Did she know?”
“She did,” Desmond admitted. “This is not a decision I take lightly. I have wrestled with myself for ways around this for months. A few years, if I'm being honest.”
“So, it wasn't just…this trip?”
“No,” he assured her. “It has brought some things to light. The path Nathaniel wants you on is different than the one I am choosing, and that's all right. In a way, I knew it would always come to this. What the three of us did was beyond difficult. It was unprecedented, and we were bound to clash. But I think you are happier with him and his choices
, yes?”
“Don't ask me that,” she looked up at him. “Don't ask me to choose.”
“I'm not asking you to choose,” Desmond assured her. “I'm simply removing myself from the equation because I feel it's best for all involved. I don't know that I'll take another Tiro, Sienna, because of my energy, my age.”
She was silent for a long moment. “You don't think Nathaniel should be continuing with me, either.”
“Nathaniel is no longer my Tiro, and so his choices are not mine to comment on,” Desmond said, but she pushed the issue.
“But do you think he should stop?”
Desmond sighed. “Yes,” he said. “I do. And I make no apologies about it, Sienna. However, the two of you have to make your own decisions from here on out.”
She clenched her shaking hand into her fist and went pale. Desmond was afraid she would be sick again, but instead, she took a few steps back. “What do we do?” she asked. “Should I go back to the ship?”
“We don't have to cease to speak to each other,” he said gently. “I'm doing what is best, Sienna, for both of us.”
'What do we do?” she repeated.
He sighed. “I would like to meet these children that Pedro is speaking of,” he answered. “To see if they would be willing to come with us. After that, we can gather the parts we need to return to the ship.”
“I should call Nathaniel,” she said but he shook his head.
“Sienna, we need to focus on the task at hand. If you call Nathaniel now, your emotions will flow.”
“He is my Maestro now,” she pointed out, her lip quivering.
“Fifteen minutes, Sienna,” he said. “I promise you, in fifteen minutes, we will have a decision”
She took a deep shuddering breath, and then eventually nodded.
“I'll leave you to take a moment,” Desmond said, heading down the stairs. He wanted to say something, to place a hand on her shoulder, but he knew she wasn't ready.
He wished she could see that he wasn't doing this to harm her and he wasn't doing it because he felt it would be the easiest option.
He was sure that only when she was free of the barriers magic put on her would she be able to grow.
He wasn't sure Nathaniel would be able to handle it by himself, but he didn't want to place doubt into his former Tiro. If Nathaniel was sure that training her was going to be the best option, then Desmond knew that he must accept that. Even if he didn't believe it.
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