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The Sword of Unmaking (The Wizard of Time - Book 2)

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by G. L. Breedon


  “Gabriel.” Justine stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles of her tunic.

  “Gabriel!” Leah and Liam shouted in unison, jumping up from their game and running to embrace him. He knelt down to them.

  “Is it safe yet?” Leah asked.

  “Have you seen our mommy and daddy?” Liam asked.

  “I haven’t seen them yet, but it is safe now, and we’ll try to find them very soon.” Gabriel hugged the two children. “You’ve both been very brave.”

  “And they’ve been very helpful.” Justine stood beside Elizabeth. She had placed some towels beneath Elizabeth’s head to make her more comfortable.

  “Hi, Teresa,” Leah said, suddenly seeming to notice her presence. Liam beamed bashfully, but remained silent.

  “I’m sure you’ve both been a big help.” Teresa smiled warmly at the two children.

  “How is she?” Gabriel nodded toward Elizabeth as he looked at Justine.

  “No change.” Justine’s face clouded with worry. “She doesn’t seem any worse, but there’s no waking her.”

  “We learned cheppers.” Liam pointed to the game board on the floor, seeming very proud of himself.

  “Checkers.” Leah sighed at her little brother’s misstatement. “Justine taught us how to play. I won two games.”

  “I lost two games.” Liam kicked his sister’s ankle. She pulled his ear in retaliation.

  “Stop it, you two.” Justine stepped forward to put her arms around the two children and separated them. “I found a pile of old games in a cupboard in the back. I thought it would keep their minds off…other things.” Her blue eyes looked sad as she glanced between Gabriel and Teresa.

  “It was a good idea,” Gabriel said.

  He looked at her a moment longer, noticing again how blue her eyes were. Those blue eyes reminded him of something. Of someone? Who? When?

  “Are you okay?” Justine frowned.

  “Is something wrong?” Teresa instinctively looked around the room, peering into the dark shadows at the back of the cellar chamber.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Gabriel tried to shrug off the odd feeling permeating him, but as he looked again into Justine’s eyes, his body tingled with a realization — he had seen those eyes before. Eyes like hers, but not on her face.

  Agrace. The girl from the food line at the medieval castle Chateau Gaillard had eyes like those he stared into now. Eyes very like those.

  A coincidence, surely. Two girls could have similar eyes. It happened all the time.

  He shook his head, convinced his wild suspicions could not be real. He looked away and caught sight of the checkerboard on the floor, causing another vague memory to bubble up from the back of his mind. What memory of a game of checkers? When had he last played checkers? And who with?

  Gabriel grasped the Grace and Malignancy imprints of the concatenate crystals in his bracelet and formed a space-time seal around the room.

  “Gabriel, what is it?” Teresa had felt him grasp the Grace imprints.

  “Has something happened?” Justine looked concerned. Apparently, she had also felt him take hold of the imprints. Leah and Liam looked up at Gabriel, worry filling their faces.

  “Everything is fine.” Gabriel knelt down to Leah and Liam. “I need to talk to Justine about Elizabeth’s condition. It’ll only take a minute. Then we’ll get Elizabeth out of here and go find your parents.”

  He turned to Teresa as he stood. “Keep an eye on them for a moment. Please.”

  “Okay.” Teresa seemed unsure if she should be afraid of what had spooked Gabriel or jealous that he wanted to talk to Justine alone.

  He glanced at Justine and stepped back toward the shadowed part of the cellar. “Let’s talk over here.”

  “Okay.” Justine followed Gabriel, her lips curling slightly upward as she walked past Teresa.

  As he walked to the back of the room, Justine at his side, Gabriel tried to calm the multitude of thoughts whirling and exploding in his mind like firecrackers. Two girls with the exact same blue eyes. A checkerboard in a dream. It could be coincidence. But other things came to his mind now. Things that had bothered him, but which he had ignored or forgotten.

  Why had Kumaradevi not seemed to know how her husband had died? How had he been dreaming of that bizarre board game so often in Windsor Castle and in Chateau Gaillard and even in the rogue Apollyon’s alternate paradise world, but not one time since? Could that be a coincidence? Could it be merely coincidence the lesson he gleaned from the bizarre board game had shown him how to save Teresa’s life from an otherwise irrevocable death? Did he believe in coincidences that happened so frequently and seem so connected? Could he simply be lucky? Could anyone be that lucky?

  Gabriel stepped into an alcove, out of sight from Teresa and the children. He turned to Justine as she joined him in the shadows. He looked in her eyes one last time. This could not be coincidence.

  “Give it to me?” Gabriel held an avalanche of magic ready to release with a single thought.

  “Gabriel, what are you talking about?” Justine’s voice quavered with apprehension.

  “The notebook.” Gabriel’s breathing quickened as he tried to control the anger beginning to make his hands shake. He would not act foolishly upon his anger again.

  “I don’t know what notebook you’re talking about.” Justine moved to step closer, and Gabriel backed away.

  “Gabriel, what’s wrong?”

  “Stop it.” Gabriel pointed at Justine, fighting down the urge to draw the Sword of Unmaking. “Stop pretending. I know it’s you. I know it’s been you the whole time. Now give me the notebook. And tell me what you’ve done with Justine.”

  “Gabriel, I…” Justine paused, shoulders clenched, her blue eyes holding Gabriel’s gaze, tears welling at the edges of her lids. Then she exhaled, a wave of calm filling her as she straightened up. He eyes no longer seemed teary, but serene. “What gave me away?”

  Gabriel clenched his fists, holding back from attacking. “The eyes. The checkers. The game. Too much coincidence. Too much luck. You’re too clever sometimes. Now where is Justine?”

  “Asleep in the closet of her room. Probably the safest place for her, considering all that has transpired today.”

  “And where is the notebook?” Gabriel asked.

  Justine shimmered, the features of her face and body gradually shifting, revealing the true nature of the person wearing the young girl’s face. The transformation complete, deep brown eyes squinted at Gabriel.

  “I don’t have the notebook.” Vicaquirao frowned. “And I wouldn’t try to keep it from you if I did. You need to know what it says about the Great Barrier. There isn’t much time to save it.”

  “No, you have it.” Gabriel swallowed and stepped back, trying to order the bomb-like thoughts still detonating in his mind. “You have to have it. You took it from me.”

  “I haven’t seen it to take it from you.” Vicaquirao spoke slowly and calmly, sensing Gabriel’s anxiety.

  “You have it.” Gabriel pointed again at Vicaquirao, his anger beginning to cloud his thoughts. “You took it while you were pretending to be Kumaradevi in the rogue Apollyon’s world. You got the details of her husband’s death wrong. You’re getting sloppy. Then you kidnapped Teresa and left her to die in Sagalassos.”

  “Teresa looked very alive a moment ago.” Vicaquirao seemed confused.

  “Yes, that was clever.” Gabriel could barely contain the desire to attack Vicaquirao for what he had done to Teresa. His hand ached for the Sword of Unmaking. “The dreams every night. Little lessons on how to change time. Did you intend the game as a test? Or was it some cunning joke to you, showing me how to save her after she had died?”

  “Ah.” Vicaquirao sighed, a look of weariness coming over him. “I hate paradox.”

  “Paradox isn’t as bad as seeing someone you love die again and again.” Gabriel felt the tears on his cheeks and hated himself for showing Vicaquirao any sign of weakness.

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nbsp; “No.” Vicaquirao’s voice became gentle. “I mean paradox for me. There’s a very good reason I don’t have the notebook to hand to you.”

  Gabriel eyes widened in surprise at the import of Vicaquirao’s words. Could that be possible?

  “You haven’t done any of those things yet.” Gabriel’s tone wavered between statement and question.

  “As I said, I hate paradoxes.” Vicaquirao shrugged his shoulders. “However, there’s nothing to be done about it. One has to play one’s part, or bifurcations arise like worms after a summer rain.”

  Gabriel stared at Vicaquirao in silence, trying to figure out how this could all be possible and what this paradox meant.

  As if reading his thoughts, Vicaquirao spoke. “If you want the notebook back, you’re going to need to let me go.”

  “I don’t trust you.”

  “You’re finally learning.”

  “How do I know you will come back? How do I know you’re not pretending?”

  “You could read my mind, but I might change my mind about coming back.”

  “So… I need to trust you.”

  “Another kind of paradox, no?” Vicaquirao seemed amused as much as annoyed by the bizarre circumstances.

  Gabriel considered Vicaquirao’s demand. It would be a gamble to allow the Dark Mage to escape, and there could be no assurance he’d return with the notebook. And if he didn’t? Would that change anything? It seemed Vicaquirao would obtain the notebook at some point in the future of his personal timeline. Unless Gabriel had mistaken all the signs and Kumaradevi really did possess the notebook.

  Gabriel rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands. The confusion of it all strained his mind. Even his anger had faded. Vicaquirao had not left Teresa to die. Not yet. Had it been an accident, or had he done so because Gabriel had told him he would? Too many questions. Too many possibilities. Gabriel thought of the game. He would be setting Vicaquirao in motion like a game piece, attempting to predict the outcome of the move several turns in the future. Before he could do so, he needed to know a few things.

  “What is the game called?” Gabriel lowered his hands.

  “It has no name.” Vicaquirao seemed to relax. “I created it to help me understand time.”

  “How long have you been pretending to be Justine?”

  “Two days. I make sure she eats between naps.”

  “How did you follow me through so many time jumps?”

  “I haven’t yet. However, I find that the person who discovers an aspect of magic or time travel and who applies himself to really understanding how it works tends to be the best at accomplishing it.”

  Gabriel allowed the knowledge accompanying that statement to settle in his mind. It made his stomach tighten in response. Vicaquirao had been the one to discover how to secretly follow a Time Mage’s path through time.

  “Did you know about the attack on the castle?”

  “No. It surprised me. Until I realized he was after the notebook. I expected Elizabeth to have it on her. When she didn’t, I’d hoped you would have it.”

  “If you harmed her…” Gabriel’s fingers twitched at the thought.

  “You have so much history to learn.” Vicaquirao seemed sad. “I would never harm Elizabeth. I don’t know what curse those twinned Apollyons put on her mind, but I assure you, no one at this castle will be able to break it. I tried, but it’s beyond even me.”

  “Go.” In a decision more instinctual than logical, Gabriel released the space-time seal.

  “I’ll be right back.” Vicaquirao’s lips curled. “From your perspective.”

  Gabriel sensed Vicaquirao reach out to the dark imprints of a concatenate crystal hidden in the pocket of his tunic and bend space-time around himself. An instant later, he vanished.

  Chapter 24: Trust and Lies

  Gabriel waited. Had he made a mistake? Would Vicaquirao return? Did the Dark Mage want Gabriel to have the notebook? Did Vicaquirao want to stop the Apollyons from destroying the Great Barrier of Probability?

  Gabriel peeked around the corner of the alcove. He could see Teresa distracting Leah and Liam with Fire Magic tricks. She looked up, tilting her head in silent question. He gave her a thumbs-up sign and stepped back out of sight as she glared at him. He had no idea what she thought he might be doing with “Justine” and had no desire to know.

  He considered the paradox of Vicaquirao’s situation and what he hoped the Dark Mage would be doing next. Vicaquirao would need to travel back several minutes in time to find Gabriel in the Middle Ward of the castle, spying on the rogue Apollyon and then…

  He would then need to ghost Gabriel and Teresa’s trail through time even as Gabriel ghosted the rogue Apollyon’s trail and then…

  He would have to follow them to Chateau Gaillard, the medieval castle under siege in 1203, changing his appearance and pretending to be the village girl Agrace, hiding in the castle and planting another dream of the mysterious board game in Gabriel’s mind while he slept and then…

  Vicaquirao would wait until Gabriel and Teresa’s capture, and once more follow Gabriel’s trail through time as Gabriel used the small stone statue of Semele to find the rogue Apollyon’s private island hideaway in an alternate reality and then...

  At some point while Gabriel slept, Vicaquirao would steal a relic from the rogue Apollyon’s hut, something small that would remain unnoticed, so he could return to the alternate world as he needed and then...

  Later that night, he would give Gabriel the final dream of the board game and in the morning he would witness Gabriel steal the notebook and eventually destroy it the in the hands of the rogue Apollyon on the beach and then...

  Vicaquirao would once more follow Gabriel and Teresa’s trail through time to the Japanese village and wait for them to create the fake notebook before following them back again to the rogue Apollyon’s private world and then…

  He would kidnap Teresa and knock her unconscious, carrying her far enough away so that Gabriel would not be able to sense the magic used to take her to Sagalassos and then...

  Abandoning Teresa in the Roman town, Vicaquirao would take a piece of the statue of Marcus Aurelius from the bathhouse back with him and return to the rogue Apollyon’s alternate reality using the relic he stole from the hut and then...

  Vicaquirao would magically pretend to be Kumaradevi pretending to be Teresa and plant the awful kiss on the younger version of Gabriel while the older version of Gabriel switched the fake notebook in his previous self’s pocket and then...

  Vicaquirao would confront Gabriel, pretending to be Kumaradevi, and give him the chunk of stone that would take him to find Teresa in Sagalassos in exchange for the notebook and then...

  Vicaquirao would hopefully return to cellars of Windsor Castle and give the notebook to Gabriel.

  Gabriel’s only solace as he waited came in knowing that because it had been Vicaquirao pretending to be Kumaradevi pretending to be Teresa who had kissed him in the jungle, at least he finally understood why their first kiss had felt so wrong.

  Gabriel sensed sweat running down his sides as he began to panic, considering how gullible and foolish he had been to trust Vicaquirao, how much he had damaged his own hopes of defeating the Apollyons, how desperately he needed to know the contents of the notebook that he would likely never hold again, how he had possibly passed up the only chance for revenge for Teresa’s near-death, how…

  Vicaquirao appeared beside him, still wearing the simple white tunic. Startled, Gabriel fell back against the wall, his hand nearly creating a defensive spell out of reflex. Instead, he replaced the space-time seal.

  “That was considerably more interesting than I had expected.” Vicaquirao raised his hand to reveal the small, red leather notebook. He handed it to Gabriel.

  Gabriel’s hand shook slightly as he accepted the notebook. He looked up at Vicaquirao. “Thank you.”

  “You should thank Teresa.” Vicaquirao flashed a wide grin. “As I’ve always said, love is a bett
er motivator than fear.”

  “If you ever try to kill her again…” Gabriel’s voice broke before he could finish the thought.

  “I tried no such thing. Why would I? What would I gain?” Vicaquirao seemed offended. “Every time I think you understand me, you reveal your ignorance of my true intentions. I cannot decide if I am a poor communicator or you are simply too dense to grasp my meaning. I knew she would die because you told me so. The same way I knew you would save her.”

  “But you showed me the game to save her.” Gabriel tried to ignore Vicqauirao’s taunts.

  “No. Think. I showed you the game before I ever knew about our little paradox.” Vicaquirao sighed. “I showed you the game because I believe you will need to heed its lessons in the coming days. Saving Teresa was merely paradoxical serendipity.”

  “Why would I need to know how to change the Primary Continuum?” Gabriel fought back the impulse to try and physically shake coherent answers from Vicaquirao.

  “Hopefully, that will become clear to you. Maybe after you read the notebook.”

  Gabriel glanced down at the book in his hand. “Have you read it?”

  Vicaquirao chuckled. “Who do you think taught Elizabeth to speak the dead language of Indus in the first place? Although her private alphabet gave me pause for a bit. However, she’s always been so good about leaving clues. And she calls me the clever one.”

  “Now what?” Gabriel realized Vicaquirao’s return had taken him by surprise.

  “Considering you are holding most of the free light and dark imprints in the castle, I suspect that depends on you.” Vicaquirao crossed his arms. “You might want to take into consideration that, while I may have misdirected you on occasion, I have been completely honest with you. And I brought you the notebook.”

 

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