Sienna met his eyes. “Yes, of course.”
“Then just rest for now,” he said. “And let us take care of everything.”
“Can I see Desmond?” she asked. “Or Devon?”
“I can get Devon for you,” Nathaniel said, rising. “He's been eagerly awaiting your return.”
She paused. “Why not Desmond?”
Nathaniel chose his words carefully. “Desmond is not…having the easiest time with all of this, Sienna. He has been by your side this whole time, but when he saw signs that you were awakening, he chose to meditate. He'll be all right. Just give him some space.”
“Did he not want me to awaken?” she asked, confused.
“He did,” Nathaniel said. “He will be overjoyed. Being that close to Reynolds again, and having you leave…it was a bit much. He'll be all right.”
“I don't want to leave!” she assured her. “I thought I did. I thought that I wanted a different path, but I don't. I want to be a witch, I want to be trained, I want–”
“I know,” he assured her. “It's in the past. Don't worry about it. For now, just rest. I'll get Devon for you.”
“Thank you,” she said, and Nathaniel turned, navigating the doorway through his emotions.
“She's awake.” Eliza had been hovering just outside, not wanting to intrude. “Thank Creator.”
“Yes,” Nathaniel said, giving her a hug. “I've never been so thankful. I need to get Devon for her. She won't rest until she sees him.”
“Did you tell her?” Eliza questioned, and Nathaniel shook his head.
“I couldn't. Now is not the right moment. Perhaps he will tell her himself, or perhaps he will choose to wait until she regains her strength. It wasn't my tale to tell.”
“Very responsible of you,” Eliza said. “Considering your views on his choice.”
“He's not my Tiro,” Nathaniel said softly. “Mine is back, and she's made it pretty clear that she's never leaving me again. As soon as I find Devon, I should find Desmond. Without the bond, he won't know.”
“Do you think it will be permanent?” Eliza asked. “The suppressing of her magic?”
“If it keeps her alive,” Nathaniel set his jaw, “then I will personally administer it every day of my life.”
“But a witch without magic?” Eliza asked, and Nathaniel shrugged.
“She's been exceptional her whole life. This is just another way she'll show them that she doesn't have to be like everyone else. Another way she'll go down in the history books.”
“Beside her Maestros,” Eliza said with a smile as Nathaniel headed off.
Chapter 19
Desmond had gone to meditate initially when he felt Sienna shift back to consciousness, but he had ended in the gardens, walking with Mariah. It seemed a moment too good to pass up – their last moment, where no one would be bothered if they held hands while they walked.
“It does seem a lifetime ago,” Mariah said as they walked.
“A lifetime ago, and yet not so far,” Desmond answered. “I imagine we will adapt.”
“We will,” Mariah said, “because we always find a way. Although things will be different.”
He sighed. “To be honest, Mariah, I'm not sure I will be able to.”
Her head turned toward him. “Of course, you will,” she said. “You always find a way. That's why you've gotten this far.”
“I do know something,” he said. “This will be the last time. I do not have the heart or the strength anymore. It's not about saving them. It's about being a good Maestro, and I cannot provide that.”
“We knew this day would come,” she pointed out. “A day when we would age out. I know there was some discussion of the Jurors making a special exception due to your age, but I understand.”
“And when Sienna is ready, I promise you,” he said. “We will return to these gardens, and we will have our moment.”
“Don't promise that,” she said with a smile. “You are not sure you can uphold that promise.”
“I will do my very best,” he said as he heard footsteps. Out of instinct, he dropped Mariah's hand. However, to his relief, it was Nathaniel standing at the doorway of the palace, calling out to him.
“Maestro,” said his former Tiro, his face full of happiness. Desmond knew at once why he was being summoned.
“Sienna is awake,” he said to Mariah. “I have a duty to go to her.”
“It's more than a duty,” Mariah reminded him, but Desmond said nothing to that. Mariah felt him leave her, walking toward Nathaniel, with a heaviness around him. It was more than a duty, wasn't it? His Tiros had always been more than a duty. They had been family–their children, their hope.
Desmond was changing, and she knew he was right. He couldn't take another one; that time was over.
Her heart glimmered with hope as she felt his presence head inside. They just had to get through this; a few more years, and then they would have their heaven forever.
Sienna had thought that she wanted to see Desmond more than anything in the world. However, when Devon entered the room, her heart leapt with joy.
“Hi,” he said, as if they had only been apart a few moments, rather than weeks while she drifted. “Nice of you to rejoin us.”
“Devon,” Sienna opened her arms carefully, and he went to hug her, kissing the top of her head. She scooted, and he took the cue, hopping up on the bed beside her. This was what she wanted as she snuggled up against him. Now, she felt complete. “Are you all right? Are you…?”
“I'm all right, thanks to you,” he assured her, playing with her. “My brave witch, you saved me. You saved all of us.”
“I'm not brave,” she said with a shrug. “It was just something I had to do. I had to do it, Devon. I couldn't stand to be alone.”
“I couldn't have done what you did, none of us could,” Devon reminded her. “You have a bright future ahead of you.”
She glanced up to the IV bags, but he brought her chin back to gaze into her eyes. “In spite of that,” he told her. “In spite of all of it.”
“Mmm,” she lay on her shoulder, and he poked her.
“Hey, I want to ask you something.”
She looked up, confused.
“Do you still want to go?” he chose his words carefully. Her eyes widened.
“No,” she said. “After all of that, I can't. I don't want to. I can't,” she decided. “I don't know what the future holds for me, Devon, but I have to stay on this path.”
“I thought you might say that,” he smiled at her. “And I think you're right.”
“We made a mistake,” she said softly. “But it can be forgiven.”
He stayed silent for a moment. “We made a mistake, I think, on how we went about it. But….”
She suddenly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. “What?” she asked.
He smiled, brushing the hair out of her face. “I can't stay here, Sienna. I can't do that.”
“What?” Her mouth fell open in shock. “What are you talking about?”
“Your Maestros…they are different.”
“Laura loves you!” Sienna said, sitting up a bit more. Her head spun, but she had to push her point across. “She doesn't want you to go.”
“Of course, she does, and of course she wants me to stay,” Devon said. “But she won't be broken if I leave. She understands that I have another path to walk on, and she will go on and train others who will hopefully be better to her and for her. We've talked about it. She is at peace with the choice.”
“No, you can't!” She grabbed onto his hand. “You can't leave me.”
“I'm not leaving you,” he assured her. “Please don't think this is like that, because it's not. This is what I have to do, Sienna, for me. It does not affect you and me, the way I feel about you, any of it. Look at Nathaniel. He manages a relationship with a non-witch. It's possible.”
“But…,” her lip trembled.
“Until my dying day,” he assured her, “I will love you
. But I can't stay on as a witch. Please understand that, my love. Please.”
She felt tears pool in her eyes, and she lay her head against his chest.
“Where will you go?” she asked.
“I don't know,” he replied with a sly grin. “I thought about maybe staying on Jeffro. Or maybe traveling. I don't want to die, but I know that I will eventually, so I can't stray too far off the beaten path until it's my time. But rest assured, you will always know where I am and what I plan to do. You have nothing to fear from our separation.”
“But I will miss you.”
“My love, it's no different than us on missions,” he said. “We got used to being together, but we didn't do that for years, and we managed just fine. And we spent eight months apart with nothing too life changing, hmm?” he reminded her. “It'll be all right. I promise.”
Somehow, listening to his calming voice and the rise and fall of his chest, she became convinced. But Devon could always convince her of anything because she loved him.
“Nathaniel is in charge of his own fate,” she said. “He can choose to see Eliza. I can't choose the quests we go on.”
“Ah,” Devon said with a small smile. “Perhaps I'll just have to make sure to go wherever you are. That is, until you pass the tests.”
That surprised her. “You think that I'm going to pass the tests?” she asked in shock. “Do you know what they've done to me? Do you know what I have to–”
“I know,” he said. “But if anyone can find a way to do it without magic, it'll be you.”
“When are you leaving?” she asked, desperate for as much time with him as she could.
“I'll come back with you,” he said. “There are no hard feelings toward the Jurors. Laura will unseal my medical records, and it will be an honorable discharge, without a doubt. I'll pack up and go from there, and then perhaps arrange myself, so that I'm wherever your next quest is. We'll work it out, I promise.”
She squeezed his hand. “I suppose it could work.”
“Of course, it's going to work,” Devon smiled at her. “Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything.”
“You always do,” she answered with a smile. She was gaining more and more hope with each day. But suddenly, the sinking feeling came back to her. “Devon, you died.”
“Haven't we already been over this?” he asked her, teasing her. “Of course, I did. But you saved me.”
“I know that,” she answered. “But what door have I opened? What have I brought back with you?”
He took a deep breath. “I don't know,” he replied. “So far, there's been nothing, though. With the bird, it was moments later, so…”
“But with Eliza's cousin, it was years later,” Sienna pointed out.
Devon traced a pattern on the sheets. “Maybe it won't happen this time?”
“It will,” she said quietly. “It will. It's just a matter of what and when.”
“Ahem,” she looked up to see Desmond leaning against the doorway, looking slightly unimpressed with the fact that they were snuggling. Devon jumped as if he was still going to answer to a Maestro's law.
“I should let you two talk,” he said, sheepishly sliding off the bed. “I'll, um, come see you later, Sienna.”
“Please,” she replied as she watched him go. She turned her gaze to Desmond, hope in her eyes. “Maestro?” she asked.
Desmond was less emotional and affectionate than Nathaniel. He remained standing at the door.
“I'm glad to see you've awakened, little one.”
Sienna simply shrugged with a smile. “Of course. We aren't done, are we?”
To that, Desmond said nothing as he entered the room. Like Nathaniel, he glanced at her vitals and then sat in the chair beside her bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Odd without the bond,” she said.
He let out a deep breath. “It was necessary, Sienna.”
“I know,” she assured him. “It's just going to take some getting used to. But we're going home, aren't we?”
“We are,” he said. “Back to school, back to quests. For a time, at least.”
“For a time,” she echoed. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we can't stay in this state forever,” he said. “You can't train forever.”
“No,” she replied. “But I'm not ready now.”
“No,” he agreed. “You aren't. I am glad to see you safe, though. You had us all quite scared.”
“Maestro, I wouldn't leave you,” she promised him. “I'm sorry about the choices I made. I never should have gone with Devon, I never should have–”
“Hush, Sienna,” he said softly. “It's in the past. It doesn't matter now. What's done is done. Nathaniel tells me that you regret your choice, and that's all that matters.”
“I do,” she said. “Although, fate is funny. Had I not run off, we perhaps wouldn't have gotten Reynolds.”
“Perhaps not,” Desmond said, and she had a feeling he wondered otherwise.
“Desmond?” she asked, unsure. When they had first started training together, it was the two of them that had been closest. Nathaniel hadn't even wanted her. He preferred to have a strong warrior, and he cursed her weak genes. But now, it seemed the situation was flipped. “Are you angry?”
“No, little one,” he said. “Angry is not the word.”
“What is the word?” she asked fearfully.
He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her. “Don't worry about it. This was a rough quest for me, with lots of memories from the past. It will take some time, but I will recover.”
“And we will be fine?” she asked eagerly.
“We will find a way,” he said as he stood up. “Do you need anything?”
She shook her head. “No. Just rest, I guess.”
“Then get lots of rest,” he said. “For you have strength inside you that you aren't aware of. You will be fine.”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. “I will be.”
Chapter 20
When they had first come to Jeffro as exiles, Sienna wasn't sure that they would ever leave. They had seemed to be in such a precarious position that she wasn't sure anything would be all right again. And then, over time, Jeffro had become her home. She had gotten used to the palace, the quiet gardens, and the loveliness of the royal life. She had even reached a place where she thought she might not want to go back to school. It hadn't been the easiest place for her.
But now as they loaded the ship and did a final sweep of the palace, she couldn't wait to return.
It wasn't going to be the same. She had no magic, and Devon wouldn't be there. But despite the shortcomings, she still saw hope; she felt like there was a future. And she was excited to see what that future would be.
“Are you sure you have everything?” Nathaniel asked her, standing in the hangar. “Because Eliza can mail it back, but she'll probably hold onto it out of spite to teach you how to pack properly.”
“I'm sure,” Sienna replied. “We came with so little anyway. What do I need that is material possessions anyways?
“Uh, rucksack, meds, clothes…” Nathaniel started ticking off the items on his fingers, and she went into the ship just to make sure.
Outside in the hangar, the other Maestros were giving their Tiros similar instructions.
Nathaniel wanted Sybil to physically go through Kierry's rucksack, trying to count everything. Kierry giggled as Sybil found candy that she certainly hadn't arrived with.
“Do you think the ship has no food?” Sybil teased her Tiro as she released her to go put the bag on the ship.
“You shouldn't give her such a hard time,” Nathaniel said with a smile as he strolled over. “Not too long ago, that was us.”
“The amount of chocolate I used to be able to stuff my rucksack with, could choke a shop,” Sybil grinned. “And when I learned the bottomless bag spell, oh, that was the best.”
Nathaniel snapped his fingers in memory. “I forgot ab
out that one,” he said with a grin. “I should use that more often.”
“You still feel the weight,” Sybil pointed out. “I know there's a way to do it without that, but until then, I am limited to my body weight in treats.”
“Ha,” Nathaniel said, and Sybil grinned.
“You're in a good mood for someone who is leaving the love of his life.”
“Ah, well,” Nathaniel shrugged. “Eliza and I are used to this. We almost don't know how to function together.”
“That, I can tell,” Sybil teased him. “You should go say your final goodbyes.”
“I said goodbye to her.” Nathaniel winked at Sybil. “If you want to know how….”
“Ew,” Sybil gave him a little shove and headed onto the ship. Nathaniel cast his gaze across the hangar, where Eliza was waiting. She had come with her royal escort as if this was an official visit. She simply wanted to say goodbye to her honored guests–nothing out of the normal about that.
Except for the fact that Nathaniel could not take her into his arms and kiss her like he wanted to. Instead, he composed himself as she came closer.
“It has been an honor hosting you, Maestro,” she said formally. “I hope you will visit us again.”
She had a crown on her head, and she was dressed in full regalia. But underneath, Nathaniel could still see her sparkling eyes, her full lips–the beautiful girl he had fallen in love with during quiet moments. Eliza liked to put walls up, but he knew what was beneath them.
He would miss her, but he had a life to complete first, and she understood that. As Eliza's loyalty was to her people and her country, his was to the witches and his Tiro. But one day, and one day soon, he would return.
“It was an honor to be hosted by such a lovely queen,” he said. “And I am quite sure we will see each other very soon.”
He bowed deeply to her, and she smiled, curtsying just a little.
Desmond watched from across the hangar where he was standing with Mariah, wanting to be apart from the crowd.
“Nathaniel acts as if everything hasn't changed,” Desmond said. “As if we are just going to go back to our old lives, and no one will notice.”
“Maybe,” Mariah said. “But I think what you need to see, Desmond, is that he is happy. He's all right.”
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