“That is not up to us, Prada.”
“Had she not been a witch, you could have trained me sooner,” Prada said. “Maybe…”
“Woah,” Nathaniel had not heard these words from her before. “Prada, there was no way. No way I could have stopped what happened to you, even if I didn't have a Tiro.”
He knew, of course, that his young Tiro had experienced violence and horrors almost from birth. But even if he didn't have a Tiro, he hadn't been aware of her existence to save her.
“You don't know that,” Prada cried, and Nathaniel tensed his palm. She was either going to cry or rage and he had to be prepared for both.
“I don't,” he answered. “But we cannot change the past. I am training you now, and that's all that matters.”
Prada bit her lip, and looked away.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “What can I do?”
“You do not let me do what I am able to do, because of her,” Prada answered. “I am not fragile, I am not weak. I can be more than this.”
“You will be a great witch,” Nathaniel answered. “But you are still in training now, do not forget that.”
“What I am supposed to do?” Prada asked. “Around so many that aren't witches? She can't use magic, Desmond is old, and we are supposed to—”
“Prada.” He put his hand to his face. “Can you just trust me, that this quest will be all right? Please?”
He was the only person in the world that she remotely considered trusting, and he was aware that some days that wasn't enough. However, today, she nodded, falling silent.
“You should get some homework done,” he said, leaving her to the room. He needed to clear his head, before he said something that he regretted. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his Tiro because he felt like a failure.
Instead, he walked the ship, trying to occupy his mind; to come up with arguments of what he was going to say when he saw his old team again. He had spoken to them both, of course, but this was a different request. Sienna knew he was coming, but she didn't know why. And whether she had Desmond's updated whereabouts was a different story. Desmond checked in often, but he did not share any details of his life. Instead, he asked about his Tiro's lives, made sure they were well.
It was as close to a family as they would ever get.
When they finally docked, Nathaniel could not get off the ship fast enough. It was mostly shipping containers being unloaded in Jeffro, and very few people noticed them as they disembarked.
He remembered the days when they received a royal welcome in Jeffro, the Queen herself approaching them with a smile on her face. But now, not on official business and with a surprise in their minds, no one paid them much attention.
It wasn't until they found their way around to the hallways of the royal palace that they found Sienna.
She was clearly working in an official capacity. As a Baroness, a rank granted by Eliza so that she would always be safe, she was also one of the top translators in the world. Nathaniel always found it slightly ironic that she was brilliant in all languages except Basic. What was supposed to be the easiest most widely spoken language gave her difficulty, but the smaller, rural languages came as easy to her as breathing. He was proud of her though, for carving a life outside of the witches. She had wanted nothing more than to be a witch, and they had forced her to abandoned that path. Nature had done some of the work, of course, but he still often thought of the day he had walked away from her training.
He couldn't imagine, fifteen years ago, doing such a thing, living such a life. It was a reminder that life changed in a moment, an instant, to the exact opposite of what it used to be.
“Maestro,” Sienna's face lit up and she threw herself upon him. He briefly put his arms around her and squeezed her gently. Beside them, he felt Prada growl in his mind. This was not going to be easy.
“How are you, little one?” he asked, his nickname for Sienna. She smiled, stepping back. She looked well, now that her magic was blocked. He knew she had kept up with the regime, daily medications to make sure that there was no trace of magic left in her body. Without magic, she could thrive at last.
“I'm well,” she said. “Busy today, I miscalculated when you were coming. Hello, Prada.”
She had sat with Nathaniel the first time they had seen Prada in a tournament, her strong power reminding both of them of Sienna's power when she was a child. Unlike Sienna, though, Prada would not lose her power. Prada was stronger every day, learning to turn her gifted power into a well-respected weapon.
Before they blocked her magic, Sienna could barely learn how to breathe without magic interfering and running out of control.
Prada cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
“The Queen is awaiting you,” Sienna said. “I can take you, if you want.”
“Of course,” Nathaniel said. “I wouldn't dare wander around Jeffro without saying hello to Her Highness.”
“This way,” Sienna said, indicating they should take a back passage way.
“Where's Devon?” Nathaniel asked and he saw her face flicker.
“He's just napping,” Sienna said. “It's been a long day.”
“Oh?” Nathaniel asked, and she shrugged.
“We'll see him later,” she said, closing the conversation. But Nathaniel had a feeling that something more was happening. This was not a good way to start a dangerous quest.
Chapter 3
“Witches of the High Order, Maestro Nathaniel and his Tiro,” came the announcement as they entered the throne room. Eliza was in full regalia on the throne. If they were alone, he might have embraced her, or kissed her beautiful pink lips. However now, he simply tugged on Prada's cloak, to indicate she should dip to her knees. It was very rare that they bowed to anyone, but Eliza was special. Her title alone meant that she ruled a whole system of planets, acquiring them as if they were new coats, it seemed. She was so powerful, and yet, when Nathaniel looked at her, he saw none of that. Prada was a Princess by birth, and she usually didn't bow to anyone. But Eliza was a Queen, one of the most powerful in the universe, and Prada dipped low reluctantly.
He saw the woman he had loved since he was barely a teenager. When he had first seen Eliza, as a young queen, just trying to figure out how to rule far sooner than she had anticipated. She may have been nervous, but she had always done it with grace and beauty, and he had loved her since the start.
Now, she quirked an eyebrow at him, accepting their bow. She didn't rise, and Nathaniel's eyes flickered to the empty throne beside her. He had sat there more than once, not in an official capacity, but everyone knew where their hearts lay.
“You present to me a new Tiro,” Eliza said to Nathaniel, knowing everything there was to know about Prada from afar. With Sienna, they had practically raised her together. With Prada, Nathaniel felt alone in so many ways. Keeping Prada apart from his old life had mostly been choice, to avoid so many things that had gone wrong last time. “I remember the last time you came strolling in here with a Tiro.”
She gave a small smile to Sienna, who was standing off to the side. Sienna smiled back, although hers smile tight.
“This is Prada,” Nathaniel said. “And she would be pleased to serve you , as the one before her has.”
Eliza rose, waving her hand. It was the signal for the throne room to empty. Her servants and those in attendance immediately scattered. Nathaniel was always impressed with how fast she could make people leave the room.
Once the room was mostly clear, Eliza walked down the few steps. She met Nathaniel's eyes , communicating with only a look whether she should embrace him the way they both wanted to. But he straightened up a bit more, taking a step closer to Prada, to indicate that she shouldn't, not yet. So instead, Eliza turned a kind smile toward Prada.
“It is nice to meet you, at long last.”
What does she expect?
Prada's voice rang in Nathaniel's head, and he was about to answer her when something caught the corner of his
eye. Sienna's head turned toward Prada and Nathaniel, and her eyes gleamed.
He knew that look, there was no way she could hide it.
She had heard their thoughts.
It was completely rare that a witch could hear the bond of another. Sienna had been a very powerful witch, and she was the only one who could listen it at ease to almost anything she wanted. The fact that he was her former Maestro made a hearing slightly more likely.
However, there was no way she should be able to hear anything with her magic blocked.
She looked away immediately, but he had already seen it.
Maestro! Prada practically screamed in his mind, and he turned back to her.
“Sorry! I…”
Sienna used the break in the conversation to dip low.
“I'll take my leave, your highness,” she said, before Nathaniel could call her out. She scurried from the room, leaving Eliza confused.
“What…?” Eliza asked, and Nathaniel sighed.
“There's a lot to discuss,” he said. “Between all of us, I imagine.”
“There is,” Eliza said, but she tried to smile. “What would you like first? Dinner, perhaps?”
Prada shifted at that, and Nathaniel managed a smile.
“Yes. It's a bit easier to feed Prada than Sienna.”
“You've never had a true Jeffro feast,” Eliza said to Prada. She was trying to be kind, but Nathaniel could see a flash in her eyes.
He grabbed her wrist, warning her.
“Prada, you are a guest,” he said, through his teeth. “And you will behave as such.”
“Do you want to go to her?” Eliza asked, indicating Sienna's rapid exit. “I would like to get to know you, Prada, for I have known your Maestro for quite a while.”
“Uh…” Nathaniel glanced at his Tiro. He would like to find out what was going on, but he knew there was no chance, given the way Prada had been behaving. The last thing he wanted was her to lose control and destroy the Jeffro palace, only recently rebuilt. In addition, like Sienna's early days, Prada had no way to communicate with Eliza, and he had seen what damage that would do.
“No, it's all right,” he said. “Food sounds lovely. Come on, Prada, it will taste better than anything we've had on the plane. A moment of normalcy, and then we can work, I promise.”
We are here for the quest, Prada said back to him, although she did follow him on the way out of the throne room. Nothing more.
Stop, he warned her, his mind half-distracted. Normally, he'd be thrilled to have dinner with Eliza. But despite his attempts at normal conversation, he couldn't seem to connect with her over the noise of Prada's thoughts. Eliza seemed to understand this, and understand that she was secondary to their reason for being here. Nathaniel wanted to promise that he would see her that night, but he wasn't sure he would. He had so many questions for his former Tiro, and he wasn't sure where they would lead.
“Why her?” Prada asked him, as they walked down the hall to find Sienna's rooms. As a Baroness, she was afforded some grand rooms, with outer chambers, and enough space for almost an entire army to take up residence.
“Why Eliza?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“Yes,” she said. “How did you know?”
It was an oddly tender moment.
“You just…know,” he replied. “You know your path, and once you know it...you can't deviate it from it. Even if you want to.”
“Do you want to?”
“Prada…” he said, unsure of whether she was able to handle such a mature view. “You know as well as I do that my relationship with Eliza is not exactly smiled upon by the Order. My Maestro was cast out for such behavior It's not a light matter.”
“I know,” she replied. “But if you know your path, you must follow it. Forcing someone off their path does not bode well.”
“I—” It was a surprisingly mature answer, and he wasn't prepared for it. She said no more, as he knocked on Sienna's grand door.
“Hi,” she pulled the door open, almost as if waiting for them. He raised an eyebrow
“How did you know we were here?”
“I was just about to leave, actually,” she said. “But you want to talk?”
“I do,” Nathaniel answered. “And you better sit down.”
“Oh?” she replied, leading them into her inner chambers. “Why? Have you come to ask me to rejoin the order?
Nathaniel winced, glancing to Prada. Sienna' s jaw dropped.
“What?”
“Not quite,” Nathaniel answered. “But we do need your help.”
Sienna took the request fairly well, given the surprising turn of events. She looked calm, which Nathaniel was proud of her for. She was once so nervous by every moment. Now, she took his news with grace, nodding.
“Of course,” she said. “I'm probably one of the only people who could do it. It'd be a challenge.”
“You are happy to work with them, then?”
“I am,” she answered. “We chose to leave them, remember? I harbor only good feelings, and memories. There's no harshness, no anger.”
“As we taught you,” he said proudly. “And speaking of we, do you know where Desmond is?”
“Do they want him, too?” she asked in surprise
“Apparently, Desmond spent two years on Dramoon, before either of us,” Nathaniel said. “And with it being so remote, there are very few experts in the field.”
“Huh,” she answered. “I didn't know that.”
“I don't think many people did,” Nathaniel said. “He kept it from all of us. I can only guess what he saw there, to never speak of it again.”
“But I never saw it in his mind...” Sienna started and Nathaniel raised an eyebrow.
“Were you supposed to be looking?”
“No.” She flushed, like she was still a school child, and then looked to Prada. “Does he yell at you like that, too?”
Prada tensed, and Nathaniel half hoped that she would answer her, just out of spite. But she said nothing, instead looking to her Maestro for help.
“It's okay,” Nathaniel tried to assure her. “Sienna understands where you are coming from.”
No, Prada rose defiantly, her face turning red. She does not.
“You can go,” Nathaniel didn't want to start a fight with her here and now. “You're tired, get some rest.”
His defiant Tiro didn't need telling twice. She stormed out of the room, leaving Nathaniel and Sienna alone in the echoing walls.
“Was I that difficult?” she asked him.
“You were…a different challenge,” he said. “But not one I regret.”
“Do you regret it with her?”
“I don't,” he said, sighing. “It's just as you said, difficult. And this quest is going to be above all that we've ever had. Do you know where Desmond is?”
“I do,” she said. “And it should be easy to get into contact with him. He's not too far away.”
“I'm not surprised he kept a close eye on you,” Nathaniel said. “Do you ask him about how to manage your magic?”
She grew pale at that. “What are you talking about? I'm blocked, I can't—”
“Sienna, it is no surprise to me that I was the stricter of the two of us,” he said. “And that I would not be the one you came to when you wanted to walk a gray line of using magic that you know might kill you. You've gotten good at hiding it, though, I couldn't detect it when we first met.”
“How did you know?” she asked quietly.
“You can hear my bond with Prada,” he said. “Which means you have found a way to use it at full strength.”
“Not all the time,” she said softly. “Just when Devon needs it.”
He softened. “Is he not well?”
“He'll die without my magic, Nathaniel,” she cried.
“And you'll die with it, little one,” he answered.
“We have left the Order and he is without a cure. Tell me, what option do I have?” she asked. “What if it was Eliz
a?”
“I would find a way,” he admitted. “But there has to be a way here, without you killing yourself.”
“There's never been a witch more powerful than me,” she said. “No one could heal like I did. No one can even dream of resurrection”
He paused.
“Prada could,” he said. “If her power doesn't destroy her we may be able to figure out a way to save both of you. However, if Dramoon declares war on all of us, there's no point in anyone being saved.”
“Of course, I will help,” Sienna said. “I just I need Devon to be all right.”
“I understand love, Sienna,” he said. “We will do what we can.”
Chapter 4
“Can you get away tonight?” Eliza asked Nathaniel quietly, that night as the official dinner feast ended. He hadn't eaten much, waiting for Sienna to tell him she'd made contact with the secretive Desmond. It wasn't that he was on bad terms with Desmond. His former Maestro checked in frequently. But he also enjoyed a quiet life far away from his old life.
“Yes,” Nathaniel said. “Prada's reasonably independent. But she isn't the most stable with her magic.”
“We'll be close by,” Eliza wiggled her eyebrows. “And awake.”
“Mm,” he said, reaching for a drink. “If I can keep my eyes open. We're not as young as we once were.”
Eliza ducked her head at that. “Speak for yourself,” she said. “Have you been to see Devon yet?”
“No?” Nathaniel asked. “Sienna keeps putting it off. I know he's been sick but…”
Eliza's eyes widened.
“Is that what she told you?”
Nathaniel felt himself grow pale.
“What is the truth?”
Eliza looked from side to side and then lowered her voice even more.
“Devon hasn't been conscious in nearly 6 months,” she said. “He slipped into a coma and we cannot bring him back. Truthfully, we...shouldn't be bringing him back, he's progressed far father than we can manage in this day and age. But she won't let him go.”
“Oh, Creator.” Nathaniel put a hand to his mouth. “That's why her magic is active.”
“Her magic is active?” Eliza asked, in shock. “But…”
“She's keeping it a secret,” Nathaniel replied. “She admitted to trying to heal him, but I didn't realize. She didn't tell me until I caught her. Creator.”
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