SHATTERED ILLUSIONS
A Terra Chronicles book
by J.C. Jackson
Shadow Phoenix Publishing
Titles by J.C. Jackson
Terra Chronicles
Twisted Magics
Shattered Illusions
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, public or private institutions, corporations, towns, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Shattered Illusions
J.C. Jackson
Copyright © 2017 J.C. Jackson
Published by Shadow Phoenix Publishing LLC
Cover designed by J. Caleb Design
To my imaginary friends who I abused in this book: I’m sorry.
Chapter 1
The elevator dinged far louder than my head wanted to process and I winced at the sound. Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I needed to pull myself together before I got to my destination. I did not feel like fielding questions about why I looked so tired again.
I had gotten enough grief from Silver last night over our video call. “Ketayl, you need to take better care of yourself,” he said far too many times. Right now my soon-to-be partner trained in Ocean’s Edge, but the badge ceremony was scheduled to take place tomorrow afternoon and soon after he would be here in person giving me a hard time about my long hours.
I might have to start locking the doors to the lab.
Scratching the back of my ear near the pointed tip, I yawned and tried to muster energy as I made my way down the hall. I wanted to blame my current state on needing to get up early to submit my final work for the semester with the Elven Arcana Consortium, but truthfully I had been plagued with memories which eventually turned into nightmares of late.
“When were you planning on telling her?” I heard Lockonis’ voice from around the corner. “You don’t have much time left before she finds out in a way you don’t want her to.”
I paused, not sure if I should interrupt her conversation. Tucking a stray lock of dark auburn hair behind my ear, I then attempted to push it back into my bun. I looked back behind me at the elevator and debated turning around and leaving, but I came here to get my paperwork for tomorrow. Fletch kindly offered to plan my trip to Ocean’s Edge and I just needed to get my travel packet from him.
“Soon. Seriously, why are you on my case about this?” It surprised me to hear Kitteren’s voice. Why were my sister and Lockonis outside of Vince’s office?
“Because I agree with the big guy that you’ve been handling things poorly.” I knew “big guy” was how Lockonis often referred to Vince, the director of the TIO. “I understand your team for the assignment is also divided on how to handle a certain aspect. I know you’re desperate, but think this through - you could lose a lot more than you gain.” With my curiosity piqued I contemplated casting my invisibility spell so I could get closer and watch, but Lockonis would easily sense the arcane usage.
It surprised me she had not noticed my presence. I reminded myself not everyone could sense people with an arcane presence, but I thought Lockonis could. I thought just the sound of the elevator would have gotten her attention.
I shook my head. I should not be hearing this at all. My feet would not move though.
“I know, dammit, I know. What else would you have me do? We’ve all been chasing these guys for years. We need to do something - the lack of information has stalled us out.” My mind pictured Kitteren running a hand through her bangs, exasperated. I previously caused her to do it a number of times on my own. “Look, I really don’t like this plan either, but I’ve got it covered.”
Lockonis sighed and then said, “Just know if this aspect goes all to Hells, you’ll have only yourself to blame. I’m going to assign the extra security we discussed.”
“That’ll blow the whole thing for certain!” Kitteren cried. “I told you I’m already working on a detail.”
Lockonis firmly told her, “This is not negotiable - I’m assigning the extra security. You aren’t the only one who will lose if this goes bad. I don’t like the odds and you’re gambling with a highly valuable asset.”
This did not sound like any of the assignments Kitteren told me she was working on. I needed to move before I got caught eavesdropping.
I straightened my loose cream-colored shirt and pressed the wrinkles out of my tan calf-length pants and stood up taller before I forced myself to walk around the corner. I needed to get my paperwork and get to work. Maybe eat somewhere in there.
Lockonis faced me and tilted her head to see around Kitteren better with a broad grin on her face - the Elven woman only stood a few inches taller than my sister. The fiery red tail of her hair swayed behind her. Her bright blue eyes betrayed nothing of the conversation I interrupted. If nothing else, she seemed amused by my presence.
Once Lockonis saw me, Kitteren turned around to follow her gaze. “Oh, hey, Ket. What are you doing here?” She played nervously with her dark auburn hair which matched mine.
“I’m just picking up my paperwork for tomorrow. I wanted to read through it over breakfast,” I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Oh, Ket, before I forget, you’ll be awarding a second person. Finally found someone to fill that new assistant position in the lab we talked about.” Lockonis smiled. “Surprisingly a recruit was a far better candidate than any of the current branch lab techs. I’m just glad to be done with that headache.”
I wrung my hands nervously. I knew she used the word assistant, but I felt like I might be replaced. “I’m okay, I really don’t need help.”
Lockonis rolled her eyes and sighed. “Ket, you need one. Especially where you’re transitioning to a new team.” She walked past me and patted my shoulder as she went. “Enjoy your time off, Ket. Later Kitty.”
I heard my sister growl. “Don’t call me that. It’s Kitteren.”
I looked back at her retreating form confused. “Time off?” I asked Fletch to plan my trip so I took an overnight flight out and another overnight flight back the following evening after the ceremony. I had too big of a backlog in the lab to spend more time in Ocean’s Edge. Otherwise I would have waited and accompanied Silver back. Though the thought made me unsure about spending so much time in a confined space with him.
“Heh, about that…” Kitteren trailed off.
I slowly turned back to my sister. “What did you do?” Her surprises so far had been tame, but if she interfered with work…
“Ket, come on. You’ve been working practically non-stop - you need a break. It wasn’t hard to get her and Vince to authorize vacation time,” Kitteren said, nervousness still laced in her voice.
Was that what they were initially talking about? No, their conversation had been about an assignment. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I firmly told her, “I can’t take time off. I’m backlogged as it is. This run to Ocean’s Edge is already going to put me farther behind.” Even I could hear the anger seeping into my voice as I spoke - my words started to sound sharper.
“I did just mention the two who signed off on it, right?” Kitteren pointed in the direction Lockonis went and then to Vince’s office. “And you’re getting an assistant. That’ll help for when you get back.”
She knew with those two signing off I could not fight the decision. I simply
glared at her unsure where else to take this conversation.
“And I’m going with you to Ocean’s Edge,” Kitteren smiled broadly. It did not help.
I found a question to try and gauge how irritated I needed to be with her. “How long?” A day or two I guessed I could manage. If I could get rest that is. Then I could come back with more energy.
“Not counting our stop in Ocean’s Edge, 10 days.”
“What?!” came out of my mouth before I could stop it. “No. No no no. No, that’s way too long.” I started pacing. I bit the tip of my thumb, trying to mentally work out the logistics while my power pushed against my weakened control. Ever since I encountered the necromancer’s spell six months ago I fought to regain my full control. I needed to calm down, but Kitteren only made it worse bouncing around in front of me.
My sister forcibly stopped me. “Easy, Ket. Lockonis is going to take over in the lab while you’re gone.”
“She has better things to do,” I shot back. The Director’s second did not need to be wasting her time in the lab. I felt awful the times she would come in to give me a hand.
“Uh, no,” Kitteren said. “She’s going to use the time to find out why you keep getting inundated. You need downtime in the worst way. It’ll be you, me, and our parents. And your birthday is coming up. You shouldn’t be working on your birthday.”
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I did not like being this passive, but if our adopted parents were involved, I figured it could not be bad. I knew it would take me a while to find the positive side of this sudden change in my schedule. I also knew I had a soft spot when it came to Kitteren and let her get away with more than I should allow, but I could not bring myself to change things and potentially push her away.
Shaking my head, I let myself into the reception area of Vince’s office where his assistant, Fletch, sat with Kitteren hot on my heels.
“Hi, Ketayl. Here for your travel packet?” Fletch asked, smiling. The Human man’s brown hair stuck out above his forehead, defying gravity. He rolled his wheelchair back to reach the packet on the desk behind him.
“Yes, and thank you for doing this,” I said as calmly as I could. I forced a smile.
“Not a problem,” Fletch said handing me a bound packet. “I’ve also included information about the people you’ll be presenting badges to.”
I opened it to check the flight information since I traveled commercial this time and read it twice. “This isn’t right. I can’t… I’m not supposed to be going to Mystic Port.” I heard the panic in my voice.
Fletch looked surprised and then over at Kitteren. My sister said, “That would be because I asked him to change it.”
“Mystic Port?!” I said through clenched teeth. I could not return there and she knew I always turned down both her and our adopted parents offers to take me. Why would she force this on me? I did not want to be reminded of the destruction I caused.
Kitteren smiled and waved at Fletch before tugging me out the door. We were a few yards down the hall when I dug my heels in and ripped my arm out of her grasp.
My power spun like a raging storm that I barely kept contained. “No!”
“Ketayl, listen to me first, okay?” Kitteren pleaded. Her emerald green eyes were wide with fear. “First, you’re doing that weird color-changing thing with your eyes again.”
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my power. What Kitteren referred to had been the most my power manifested itself when my emotional state became too strong, but I did not know what it looked like exactly. I also still did not know how to control it. I had a long battle ahead of me to get it to be mostly settled, which was its normal state nowadays.
“Second, you need to go this time. Papa has been practically begging to see you. His time is limited.” Kitteren spoke slowly as if she thought it would help calm me down.
I paused, considering her words. Who she referred to as Papa, which I never figured out why she called him that, was a Human man named Donald Blair. When we were both little, we hid in a beat up shack in the forest on his property.
Memories continued to flood in about how Don managed to keep us hidden. His attempts to care for a constantly sick Kitteren. My daily need to go down into the city and steal food and money to try and keep the both of us alive. That I knew made no sense now as I could have gotten some from his stores, but I already felt indebted to him.
And now she implied Don was dying. My brain did not want to wrap around the concept. It kept rejecting it, knowing emotions far too strong were behind that door.
I felt my anger drain away and I felt empty. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, never finding the words to say. Even my power stilled.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just…” Kitteren trailed off. “Please, don’t fight with me on this. I promise everything will be fine. And maybe you can tell me about the fairie while we’re there, show me…”
“No!” I cut her off, my anger back immediately. I told her time and time again I would not talk about that part of our lives and I meant it. I tucked the packet under my arm and strode down the hall. I needed to get away from my sister.
“Ket. Ketayl. Wait!”
I had already punched the button to call the elevator by the time she caught up with me.
Kitteren got herself between me and the open elevator doors. I thought about pushing her so I could get back to work - while she stood only a couple of inches taller, physically she was far stronger than me. “Shit, Ket, just stop already. No one remembers. I know you’re upset, but you’d be curious too if our places were reversed.”
I admitted to myself I would be if I was in her position. It did not mean I would relent on my decision to keep the information private. “You’re already forcing me to go to Mystic Port with you. At least respect when I told you no about the fairie, I meant it. That person was a monster.”
Or as my control strained, I was still a monster. The truth hid beneath a thin illusion of relative normalcy. I still might be capable of the destruction I accidentally wrought and that fact alone scared me.
~*~
Kitteren followed me until she realized I planned on skipping another meal and then worked on redirecting me toward the dining hall. I should have fought her as my appetite had left given the morning’s revelations, but I did not have the energy left to do so. I obviously needed to refuel if I wanted to continue my protests.
I poked at my food, not hungry still. Kitteren talked about something or other in Mystic Port we should go see while we were there. I still struggled with what she said about Don. There had been nothing from her or our adopted mother, Lindale, previously. Was it sudden? Were they trying to keep the news quiet from me? My mind ran in circles.
“Geez, what did you say to her?” Retanei asked as she sat down next to me, waving a hand in front of my face.
I blinked and sat up to get away from the ebony hand of my Dark Elf friend. When had she gotten back from her assignment?
I needed to focus - I had work to do still and then I needed to pack. I had to rethink my plans for that as well - this would no longer be a quick, simple trip anymore.
“I kind of surprised her with a vacation. She’s still mad at me,” Kitteren answered. Then I noticed she typed away quickly on her phone. I rarely ever saw her with her phone and she would ignore it when we were together. She shrugged as if none of what just happened was a big deal to her. It only made me more upset with her, but I reigned it in. Fighting with her might push her away and I could not lose her from my life as much as I was unhappy with her at the moment.
Retanei leaned into my field of vision and smiled. “Most people look forward to vacations, Ket.”
I looked down at my plate. Today apparently would be a day of things that were going to irritate me. Why did people always assume I needed to be reminded of how the world worked? I knew Retanei meant well, but I did not want to put up with it today.
Kitteren tossed her phone down on the table
. “We are talking about Ket.”
I glared at my sister again and gave up the pretense of eating. I accomplished nothing sitting here. I quickly excused myself, needing space from people for a while.
Once I got back to the lab, I found the three Arcane College pins had come back from the EAC earlier this morning. I started processing some of the backlog, but made my way over to the pins as I knew they would keep me distracted from the morning’s events.
While all of my machines ran samples of other things I tried to figure out this puzzle. I had been staring at the pins through jeweler’s lenses for a while, flipping them over, when I noticed they all bore a seam on the side which made no sense. It was not part of the design itself - the two with gems had an obvious separate cage to contain them and my student pin was only metal.
I started with my student pin since it was not direct evidence in the case and pried it apart gently with a tool. Being older and not as good of quality as my Researcher’s pin, it did not take much effort. What I found inside surprised me. Then again, I did not know what to expect.
A mix of arcane and divine text had been etched in letters so small that if not for the lenses, I would not have been able to make out. The only part I could understand listed arcane ranks. The rest of it I would have to ask Silver when I got back. I knew each rank listed wore a different style of pin. They became bigger and more elaborate as someone went up the ranks in the Arcane College. Having been a Researcher, my pin appeared almost the same as my student pin. Only the gems in the background of the Researcher’s pin set them apart.
Repeating the process, I managed to get the other two pins apart with a little more effort. My Researcher’s pin contained identical arcane text, but the Archmage’s was different. His list had only one on it: the Circle of Magi.
I found it odd that nowhere did I see Magus listed. At least I thought the Arcane College had a Magus. I could not remember who it was.
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