Gazing across the landscape, Scatty realized that there was a very good chance she could die here. Whenever she thought about dying, she imagined it would be in a dramatic battle, something huge and glorious that would ensure that her name would be remembered for generations. She didn’t like the idea of dying in this lonely place, hunted down by prehistoric megafauna. A sudden thought made her sit up straight. She’d once been told that she would die in an exotic location. Well, it didn’t get much more exotic than the Pleistocene era, did it?
Scathach tilted her face to the heavens. The sky was cloudless, the stars so bright and clear that they actually shed a little light on the ground. She started to look for the constellations. They had shifted in the heavens during the centuries she had lived on earth, but if she could find the polestar she should be able to find…
The huge gray wolf leapt out of the darkness, savage jaws gaping, saliva matting its fur.
Scatty dropped to her back and her legs shot out, catching the beast in the chest, lifting it high in the air and sending it sailing off into the night. There was a single yelp of surprise before it crashed into the grasses and then a snarl as it scrambled to its feet and trotted away.
The Shadow remained on her back, staring at the night sky.
There was something wrong with the stars.
Rising slowly to her feet, she stepped outside the cave mouth to look across the arc of the heavens. An enormous swath of light that almost resembled the Milky Way washed across the sky, but there was something wrong with its overall shape. It should have been an arch-but this looked too straight. And no matter in which direction she looked, she could not find the polestar.
“Where…,” she breathed.
And then the moon rose huge and yellow in the east and climbed steadily into the heavens, shedding milk-white light across the landscape. The sky was so clear that individual craters were visible on the surface.
A heartbeat later, the second moon rose.
Then a third.
And a fourth.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“H e’s big,” Josh whispered in awe, glancing at Sophie. “I mean, really big.”
She nodded, eyes fixed on the figure.
Prometheus was huge. The Elder stood close to seven feet tall and looked like he weighed at least three hundred pounds-all of it muscle. There was not an ounce of fat on his body. His jeans were ragged, worn through at both knees and frayed at the hems; the logo on his T-shirt was so faded it was almost invisible, and his work boots were thickly encrusted with dried mud. Although his hair was a mass of tight red curls, his beard was streaked with gray and silver.
“Uncle!” With a cry of delight, Aoife pushed open the car door and flung herself at the big man.
“Aoife!” He caught her as if she weighed nothing and threw her into the air, both of them laughing.
Josh suddenly felt himself smiling at the image of this ferocious-looking man grinning as he tossed Aoife-who seemed like a child in his arms-into the air. He had a sudden vivid memory of his own father throwing him high just like that when he was younger. He’d loved that feeling of flying.
“My good girl.” Prometheus flung Aoife into the air again, even higher, and she squealed once more.
“Don’t let me fall,” she gasped, beginning to hiccup.
“Have I ever let you fall?” the Elder demanded, and Josh suddenly realized that he spoke English with a surprisingly strong Southern drawl.
“Never,” she said breathlessly.
“It’s been so long. Too long.” The big man caught Aoife, set her on the ground and stepped back, holding her at arm’s length as he took her in. “You’ve grown…”
“Not an inch since you last saw me,” she said quickly.
“And when was that?” he wondered aloud.
“Oh, not too long ago. Just over a hundred and twenty years, I think.” Aoife pushed her dark glasses onto her head and looked up into her uncle’s broad face.
Josh immediately realized that their eyes were an identical shade of green.
“The last time I saw you,” Aoife continued, “was when you and Niten came to my rescue when I got into trouble with the Nagas on Krakatoa.”
Prometheus nodded and laughed. “Yes, yes, I remember!”
“Krakatoa,” Josh breathed excitedly. “That’s where Mom and Dad were five years ago. That’s the island with the volcano…” He turned and looked into the back of the car, but no one was listening to him: Sophie, Nicholas and Perenelle were all staring at the Elder.
The twins’ parents had spent an entire summer on the island when the twins were ten, and Josh had used the island and the photographs his mom and dad had taken as the basis for a school project two years ago. He knew that one of the biggest volcanic explosions ever recorded on earth had taken place on Krakatoa in the late nineteenth century… which was, he realized with a start, about one hundred and twenty years ago.
“And how is your boyfriend, the Swordsman?” Prometheus boomed.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Aoife said quickly, bright spots of color appearing on her pale cheeks. “And he’s fine.”
“Have you seen him recently?”
“Very recently.” Aoife turned as the driver’s door opened and Niten stepped out. With his hands flat against his thighs, the Japanese immortal bowed to the huge red-haired Elder.
Prometheus matched his bow. “It is good to see you, old friend,” he said warmly.
“And you, Firelord.”
Josh looked around, suddenly realizing that the moment Prometheus had appeared by the side of the car, the mud figures had slipped away, disappearing back into the trees and tall grasses on either side of the narrow country road. He could see them between the leaves, blank faces toward the red-haired Elder like flowers turned toward the sun.
Prometheus ducked his head to look into the back of the car. “So let’s see what other surprises are in here,” he said. “Is it a nice surprise…”
Perenelle helped Nicholas out of the car.
“… or a not-so-nice surprise?” he finished. Then, straightening to his full height, he took the Sorceress’s hand in his and bowed low over it. “I wish I could say that it is always a pleasure to see you, Mistress Flamel, but you and bad news travel hand in hand.”
“I suppose that must make me the bad news.” Nicholas stretched out his hand, but Prometheus ignored it, gently embracing the Alchemyst, actually lifting his feet off the ground.
“You are always bad news,” the Elder said lightly, smiling to take the sting from his words. His green eyes were troubled as he looked over the immortal. “And today is no different, I see. You have aged, Alchemyst.” He turned to look at the woman. “You are still as beautiful as ever.”
“You always were a charming rogue, Prometheus, and no, you should never tell a woman she is looking old.” Perenelle smiled.
“We are in trouble,” Nicholas admitted. “I will explain all later. But first, there are two people I would like you to meet.” Nicholas turned, and Josh suddenly realized that the Alchemyst was looking at him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the passenger door… and instantly felt a pressure in the air as if some unseen force was pushing him back.
He caught the impression of a faint red halo around the Elder, but the moment he stepped out of the car, he saw the glow intensify until it looked as if the Elder was wrapped in red mist rippling just above his skin. Behind Prometheus, Josh could see Aoife’s gray aura rising like steam off her body. He took a step forward and his own aura bloomed around him. His head itched and he ran his fingers through his hair: crackling orange-scented sparks snapping under his flesh.
“Another Gold,” Prometheus said sadly. Then his eyes hardened as he looked at the Flamels. “I thought we agreed after the last time-”
“Not just another Gold,” Nicholas interrupted, “the Gold.” He pointed at Josh. “Look at him closely, Prometheus. Look at this aura. He is the gold twin of legend. He is Awakened, and has lear
ned Water magic from Gilgamesh. Now he needs to know Fire.”
“And you expect me to train him?”
“Please. We don’t have much time.”
“Absolutely not,” Prometheus snapped. “I told you after the last one that I would never train a humani again.”
Shocked and puzzled, Josh was turning to Nicholas when he felt a cold chill run across his back. He turned around just as Sophie climbed out of the car.
The tingling had begun the moment she had seen Prometheus’s huge head peering into the car. It was like a thousand pins and needles racing through her body, beginning in her fingers and toes, rushing up into her skull. And with the tingling came the surge of memories.
… a red-haired boy on a cliff, a tentacled monster rising out of the raging sea…
… the boy, now a young man in exotic silver armor, wielding a flaming red sword against a host of armored warriors…
… the same young man raining balls of fire down on a distant fleet of sparkling metal ships…
… the man, older now, walking away from the Nameless City, followed by thousands-tens of thousands-of newly created humani…
… the man, older still, terribly wounded and chained to a rock on a poisonous Shadowrealm, being attacked by savage birdlike creatures…
The moment her foot touched the ground, Sophie’s aura blossomed around her, instantly hardening and solidifying into a suit of exotic-looking silver armor that encased her body. A smooth oval helmet completely covered her head, the eye openings protected with green glass, and although the gloves on her fingers were metal, they were as flexible as leather.
“Do you recognize this armor?” Sophie’s voice echoed slightly inside the helmet, giving it an otherworldly quality. The armor was a perfect copy of the suit Prometheus had worn as a young man.
Prometheus took a step back, his skin now the color of chalk. Aoife reached for her uncle’s hand.
“Do you remember when you made a suit like this for me out of your own aura? To keep me safe, you said.” The smell of vanilla was strong in the air, and then it was touched by another odor: the crisp scent of burning leaves. A slender thread of brown now dappled the silver metal, making it resemble leopard skin.
Shaking his head, Prometheus backed away. Sparks had gathered in his red hair and beard. Shimmering crimson armor started to form over his chest and shoulders. “Who are you?” he asked in the lost language of Danu Talis.
“I am Sophie Newman,” she replied in the same language before slipping back into English. “And I have a message from your sister.”
Prometheus’s aura blazed bloodred, and a suit of armor like the one Sophie wore shaped around his body. The two metal suits-one red, one silver-sparkled, leaking threads of colored aura into the air. “My sister is dead to me,” Prometheus boomed, his voice amplified inside his helm. “She betrayed me… she betrayed all of us.”
Sophie’s armor paled, becoming transparent and crystalline, revealing the girl beneath. Her eyes were solid silver, like mirrors in her face. “She did what was necessary,” she said. Suddenly her aura completely vanished, streaming up and away from her flesh in silver globules, and when she spoke, it was in the cracked and aged voice of the Witch of Endor. “Little Brother, I did what I had to do, and I did it for you. You spent your life protecting me and you paid a terrible price. And yes, I went with Chronos and I sacrificed my eyes to him, but I did it so that I could see the shifting threads of time, and so that I could always watch over you and keep you safe.”
“Zephaniah…,” Prometheus whispered. His auric armor flowed down his body and puddled around his feet before sinking into the ground. Bright green grass speckled with tiny alpine flowers appeared all around him.
Sophie turned to the Elder. “The world will end,” she continued in the Witch’s voice. “This I have seen in every thread of time… all but one. In one there is a chance, a very slender chance, of survival. Do you remember when you and I fought for the newly created humani, Little Brother?”
Speechless with shock, Prometheus could only nod.
“Now it is time for another brother and sister to do the same. And they need your help, Little Brother.”
Prometheus started to shake his head. His green eyes were huge with fiery tears. “Please, do not ask me…”
There was anger in the Witch’s voice. “Your aura sparked the humani to life. You are their father, and like every father, you have a responsibility to your family. If you refuse, then you doom the humani to destruction.” Sophie started to sway on her feet and Josh raced in to grab her. Threads of his gold aura wrapped around her, hissing, crackling and spitting when they touched her flesh. She shuddered, and when she opened her eyes, they were bright blue again. Her lids fluttered, and she blinked hard as she looked from Prometheus to Josh. “Do not disappoint me. I have always been so proud of my Little Brother,” she breathed before she lapsed into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
“I hate leygates!” Virginia Dare screamed as they plunged into the icy water.
“Now you tell me!” Dee shouted.
They fell, down, down, down… and then suddenly there was no water around them, only complete and utter darkness.
“And I particularly hate the falling ones…” Virginia’s voice sounded dull and muted, as if she was talking in a tiny space. “I’m not keen on the jumping ones either.”
Dr. John Dee tried to orient himself, but in the blackness, he was unsure which way was up and which was down.
“What about a light?” Virginia said. “I think a light would be good right now.”
“Has anyone ever told you,” Dee began, “that you talk too much?”
“No.” Virginia sounded genuinely surprised. “Do I? I guess I do.” Her voice changed, turning savage. “But only when I’m plunging through a leygate in the pitch-dark! Then I suppose I might have a few things to say.”
Their ears popped and a series of appalling scents wafted over them, as if they had just fallen through stinking clouds.
Suddenly all sense of movement stopped. They were still in a black void.
“Do you have a match?” Virginia asked.
“A match?” Dee asked, confused.
“I thought you magicians always carried matches with you. To light your candles. Aren’t magicians always lighting candles?”
“I’ve used electric light for the past century,” Dee muttered. “I don’t carry matches.”
“It’s very dark,” Virginia said, stating the obvious. “Scary.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”
“Not the dark, Doctor, but what lives in it.”
With a sigh, Dee reached under his coat and pulled out the stone sword. The moment his flesh touched the blade, it started to glow, gray first, then blue, and then blooming bright and white before it suddenly flamed red, filling their surroundings with a cold, stark light. Streamers of fire blazed off the sword, but it was a chilly fire that left speckles of ice spinning in the air.
“Hmm… not much to see,” Dee said, looking around.
Virginia Dare stood beside him, face ghastly in the light of the cold red flames. Then she slowly turned. “I think I preferred it when we could not see.”
A flat barren landscape stretched gray and unbroken in every direction. Beneath their feet, the only marks in the powdery dust were their footprints.
“Where are we?” Virginia asked.
Holding the sword high, Dee turned in a complete circle. “I’ve heard about these… though I’ve never seen one firsthand. It looks like an unmade Shadowrealm.”
“Unmade?”
“Started, but never finished.” He lowered the sword and the shadows clustered closer. “Elders create Shadowrealms using their auras, imaginations and memories. Sometimes a powerful individual can create an entire realm, but often groups will come together to shape their own world.” He gestured with the sword. “This one was never finished.”
“Why?”
Dare wondered out loud.
“I have no idea…,” the Magician began, then caught Virginia by the arm, dragging her away. “Run!” he yelled.
She turned and looked up… and saw four cucubuths dropping out of the black sky.
“They must have fallen through before the leygate closed,” Dee said.
The four creatures settled lightly onto the ground, turned, obviously disoriented, then focused on the glowing light from the sword. With triumphant howls, the creatures raced toward Dee and Virginia.
Once they started to run, they changed. The transition from human to beast was instantaneous. One moment they looked like shaven-headed young men; the next they were enormous wolflike creatures with human faces. They ran upright on two feet, but hunched over, their claws sending up whorls of dust.
“Doctor?” Virginia said calmly.
“Send them to sleep,” Dee called out. “Can you play and run at the same time?”
Dare pulled her flute from its leather cover, put it to her lips and blew gently.
And yet no sound came out.
“Oh,” she gasped, “that’s not good.”
The four cucubuths were closer now, their handsome faces marred by the ragged teeth that filled their mouths. Hairless tails thrashed the ground.
There was a flicker of movement in the air behind the cucubuths, and Huginn and Muninn appeared. The huge ravens tumbled from the sky, crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust. They flapped their wings, but only rose a few feet off the ground before they settled down again. Then, spotting the blazing sword, they screamed Dee’s name in unison. The giant birds darted toward the only light in the landscape, moving in a running hop that quickly ate up distance.
“Doctor, if you have a genius plan, now is the time to use it,” Virginia panted, shoving her flute back into its cover and pulling a flat-headed tomahawk from under her coat. When Dee didn’t immediately reply, Dare risked a quick sidelong glance at him. “John?”
Dee stopped.
“John?” she said again. She had actually run past him, but returned now to stand by his side. The Magician’s face was completely expressionless. His cold gray eyes turned red and blue in the reflected light from the burning sword. And then Virginia realized that the grit of this unmade Shadowrealm was coiling and twisting around his feet, creating patterns-intricate spirals and snaking ripples. She moved her hand past his eyes, but they did not blink, and she knew then that he wasn’t seeing her, nor could he hear her. “You always were trouble, Dr. John Dee. No wonder everyone around you died.” Then she turned to face the cucubuths and the crows alone.
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