Ivan followed, but not on purpose. He didn’t know where he was headed. His mind felt blank. Empty. Except for this one feeling he couldn’t quite grasp yet. It was growing though. A need. A desire for something he could not place yet.
They hadn’t walked far when Meghan let out an “eew.”
Ivan and Sebastien tossed her a concerned look.
“Sorry,” she replied. “It’s just Nona. Her nose picked up the scent of a nice juicy rodent.”
“Ah,” said Ivan, his tone even.
“I’ll see you later,” Nona said. “I smell dinner and I’m famished.”
Meghan shook her head. “I really should just make her eat regular cat food or something, but she loves to hunt.”
“It’s her nature,” said Sebastien, sounding weary.
Meghan noticed Ivan, staring into nothing.
“You okay?” she asked him.
“I think I’m going to... walk,” he said it like a question. “Will you be okay getting home?”
“I’m going straight there. No detours,” she swore. She stared at him; he didn’t even notice. Ivan looked like a blank canvas that needed painting before it could be brought to life. She worried he really needed to talk, and part of her thought she should stay and force him to, but in all honesty, she didn’t have it in her. Perhaps, like her, he just really needed to be alone. To process everything that had happened.
They had all nearly died today.
Well, Meghan felt as though she had nearly died, even though she was immortal and could not.
They had nearly lost Colin today. If it hadn’t been for Catrina, he might have crossed a line he could not return from.
They had lost Jae, he had returned to Juliska... Meghan couldn’t handle thinking about what might be happening to him right now.
She let Ivan wander off, hoping it wasn’t a mistake to do so.
“He’ll be fine,” said Sebastien. “Give him a little space. He probably just needs to think about things. Plus, he’s got that whole ‘not liking to show emotion’ thing.”
“Yeah, he’s definitely got that,” she agreed. “He’s getting better at it, though,” she noted as they continued walking.
“Oh, hi,” they heard a voice say. They looked up to see Maria coming towards them.
“Maria, hello,” replied Meghan. “I take it everyone is back?”
“Yes,” she answered apprehensively.
“They are probably really angry at me, aren’t they?”
“There was a little of that going around. Everyone is in a meeting,” she added.
“This late?” asked Sebastien.
“I guess no one could sleep. I got... antsy, needed some air,” she admitted. “Not to be mean, but you guys look dreadful.” Her voice held only concern for their condition.
“You know, Maria,” said Meghan, “I would really like to explain it all, but I just don’t have it in me right now to do so.”
“I understand, really, I do. Are you all okay?”
“More or less.”
“Um...” Maria paused, looking like she wanted to ask something.
“If you’re wondering about Ivan,” guessed Meghan, “he just took off that way,” she pointed.
“Oh. Okay, well, good night.”
Maria sped off.
Meghan was actually glad everyone was in a late meeting. She wasn’t quite ready to face anyone yet. Explaining what had happened was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready for. Something stirred in the pit of her stomach. Something she needed to be alone for.
“Sebastien, I need to go home now.”
“Do you want me to walk you home? It’s on the way to my house anyway,” he added, as if it were no big deal.
“Yeah, that would be nice,” she said.
They walked, an awkward silence falling over them.
Meghan could not recall the last time she had been alone with Sebastien. At least, when she knew it was him, and he was in his human form and not bird form, spying on her.
The pit in her stomach was expanding, the events of the night weighing her down, crushing her. Like there was a weight on top of her body too heavy for her to move.
She reached where Arnon and Kanda were staying and stopped at the front door. “Good night, Sebastien,” she said, barely audibly.
“Yeah. I’ll see you.” He started to walk away and then stopped and turned.
Meghan held up her hand. “Not tonight. Whatever you want to say, I’m sorry, it needs to wait. Don’t give up telling me, just, not tonight.”
He nodded, tossed her a sympathetic smile and slipped away. She hadn’t said no. And he knew the timing was bad. It was just the first time he’d had her alone to even think about speaking to her. To really apologize for everything he’d ever done, to explain why he’d kissed her, and to ask her the one question he desperately wanted to know: if she’d ever be able to forgive him?
Meghan stepped inside and shut the door behind her. As hoped, after speaking with Maria, no one was home. This fact could not have come at a better moment.
She let her head fall forward, tears forming.
It was too much.
It was all just too much.
This world wanted more than she had to give.
Prophecy or no prophecy, she had nothing more to give.
She should feel happy. Part of the job was done! The Grosvenor had been defeated, minus her father, a heartless man she wished was dead. Colby had seen the truth and freed Aloyna; maybe there was hope for him yet. She could not even think about Colin...
She slid to the floor, head in hands, wondering if she’d ever feel as though she could step foot back into the world again.
##
Ivan wandered, what he thought was aimlessly, until he found himself in front of a familiar door. He stood in front of it, unable to bring himself to knock.
“If you don’t knock, I can’t answer,” a voice startled him from behind.
He turned around, Maria gasping at the sight of him.
“Wh-what happened to you guys?”
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He could not formulate the night into words. He was glad it was dark. Glad she couldn’t see him too clearly.
“Come with me,” she told him. “For starters, we need to find you some new clothes. Yours are wrecked.”
She pulled him into the house and into a room near the back.
“Good thing we’ve got some extra stuff here. The people have been very generous, given us more than we could possibly need.” She rifled through the boxes, searching for something that might fit him.
She turned to hold up a shirt and noticed he hadn’t moved.
“Ivan,” she said clearly. “There’s a wash basin right behind you.”
He nodded, turned and startled himself upon seeing a mirrored reflection.
Whose face was he looking at? He didn’t recognize himself.
He stepped up to the basin, peeling off the remainders of his jacket and shirt, letting them slip to the floor. He leaned over the basin and splashed the cool water onto his face. When he opened his eyes, his skin was cleaner, the blood from his cheek was gone, but he still didn’t recognize the face in the mirror.
Who was this person staring back at him?
He felt Maria’s delicate touch on his shoulder and turned to see she’d found a set of clothes for him.
Maria lost her grip, letting the clothes fall.
What she saw in his eyes caught her breath. She reached up, stroking his face affectionately.
“A hundred years of worry, in twenty year old eyes,” she whispered. “That’s what I see when I look at you.”
He closed his eyes, lost in her touch. He had never wanted human touch before. Never desired it.
But he did want it now. He craved it.
After almost dying that night, he had felt it, deep within the very pit of his soul. He wanted to live, to leave his past behind and find the strength to survive the future.
He wanted to love.
He wanted a completely human connection.
An intimately human connection.
He let out an unsteady breath, opening his eyes.
Maria’s stared back into his.
He didn’t pull away.
She encouraged him closer, realizing now what she could offer Ivan that no one else could. She could be his anchor, the one thing he could trust never to change. His very own private piece of stability in an ever-changing and chaotic world.
Ivan embraced Maria as if his life depended on it, leaning his forehead onto hers, their lips not quite touching.
His chest ached. His entire being ached. He didn’t know if he could give in. Wouldn’t giving in just lead to more heartache, more pain and more confusion?
She felt his resistance and pulled him to her.
“You do not have to carry the weight of the world alone, Ivan Crane.”
Her words melted over him evaporating all remaining fear.
Ivan had found his reason to live.
He lifted his arm, flicked his wrist, closing the door.
Locking them inside, shutting away the world he needed to leave behind.
Deciding to live.
Determined to survive.
And choosing to love.
##
Colby took an anxious breath and stepped inside his home.
He’d gotten Aloyna to a safe location and had just now returned.
He heard footsteps crunching against glass down the corridor.
His father was home.
He knew what Colby had done.
Colby had questions. A lot of them. And this time, his father wasn’t going to get away with vague answers.
He kept his stride strong, his gaze determined.
His father was standing just ahead, his back to Colby, kicking glass shards against the wall. Without looking at his son, he asked, “What happened here?” His voice was surprisingly calm.
Colby swallowed hard, about to speak, when his father turned and looked him in the face.
Courage disappeared, replaced by guilt.
“As I expected,” his father’s displeased voice responded.
Colby stepped closer, trying to regain his hardened stance. He still needed answers to questions his father was going to answer.
Fazendiin, a few feet away from his son, unexpectedly reached out and with great force, slapped Colby across the face, knocking him to the floor.
“You insolent fool!” his father spat at him.
Colby clambered back to his feet. His father had never hit him before. He had threatened, but had never done it.
Colby couldn’t find his voice. He could not look at his father.
His thoughts, which just moments ago were focused, clear, and ready for answers, dissolved into candid realization. He no longer needed to ask his father if he had cursed Aloyna into the glass. He knew it to be true.
Did that mean everything else was true? Not just what they had seen in the blood vision, but also the prophecy his father had kept hidden from him.
Aloyna claimed the prophecy was a lie anyway, but still, his father did not know this fact. A fact Colby decided to make his own secret.
“You have no idea what you’ve done here today,” his father scolded, disappointment evident.
Colby stammered out his words. “You swore almost daily that you’d find a way to free her.”
“She deserved her punishment.”
“You never told me that! You never told me what she did! If you hated her so much, why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Part of her punishment,” Fazendiin replied heartlessly.
“Her punishment? No. It was mine!” Colby argued.
His father scowled.
“You made me believe that the Svoda had cursed her into the glass. I felt sorry for her. For you! You made me believe that you loved her. That she deserved to be free. And that the Svoda deserved our vengeance. How is that not punishing me?”
When his father did not respond he added, “You made me kill Jasper Thorndike, the man she loved.”
“She was never supposed to be set free,” Fazendiin finally spouted. “She should have spent an eternity wallowing in self pity. Her only friend in this place being you...”
“So you had me kill Jasper out of spite, to what? Make her hate me?”
“I had you kill Jasper for his power,” his father asserted. Fazendiin’s eyes flashed fury. His son knew more than he had hoped.
“You never stopped to think about what it would do to me though, did you? What else are you keeping from me?” demanded Colby.
His father did not reply.
“I listened in,” Colby revealed. “On your little rant earlier to my sister and her friends. You told me you’d found out about her months ago, and the truth is, you knew she existed the moment she was born.” Colby’s voice grew stronger, more confident.
Fazendiin looked at his son.
His creation.
His greatest and most powerful asset. One he could not lose.
“You know what,” continued Colby. “You are such a hypocrite!”
His father stared in silent defiance.
“You talk about family as if it is something to be preserved and glorified, and yet you killed your own father! You just had Colin Jacoby wipe out the rest of the Grosvenor. Were they not part of your so-called family? Talk about betraying your own!”
“There is a reason,” Fazendiin explained in complete coolness.
“What is that reason?” shouted Colby. “I think it’s time you tell me everything! What is it you want from me? Am I just another pawn in your game? Someone to do the jobs you don’t want to do?”
His father turned away.
“I want to show you something,” he told Colby.
Fazendiin walked towards the backside of the house, saying no more and exited through a door into the garden.
Colby followed. He didn’t know why. But he did.
Moonlight lit up the garden, casting long shadows as Colby followed, the frosty air biting at his throat as he sucked it in apprehensively.
His father stopped near the entrance to one of his private gardens, one Colby had never entered.
Tall shrubbery made up the squared walls of the garden.
Colby peeked through the entrance seeing nothing but darkness.
“Son,” his father began. “I’m going to start a new family. I’m going to take a queen and together with you by my side, we will create the world in which we are meant to live, and to rule. In order for you to understand your part in this world, I’m going to show you everything.” He knew that only this would quench his son’s demands. And only this would sway his greatest asset to stay. He needed Colby’s invincibility. It was the most important part of his plan.
Colby nodded tensely. He was ready. He needed to know.
His father made a motion with his hand and stepped into the garden.
Colby followed, stepping into the darkness, only to freeze a moment later. It was not a garden inside at all. It was a field. A vast field filled with...
“Mazuruk,” Colby whispered, aghast at the sheer numbers lumbering in front of him.
“This is where it all begins,” his father explained. “It has taken me hundreds of years to rebuild the Mazuruk herd... they were never completely extinct. I saved a few. Bred them. Perfected them. Made them stronger.”
His eyes grazed over the field, greedily.
“What are you going to do with them all?” asked Colby, sounding out of breath.
Fazendiin nodded to his left.
It was the Immortality Stone.
“What’s that doing here? What are you going to do, make it bigger?”
“No. Here it will stay, in my safekeeping. It has served its purpose for the time being.”
“What? Outlived its usefulness?”
“Quite the contrary,” said his father. “It’s a necessity. Without the Stone, you, your
sister, and that indignant boy Colin Jacoby, would not exist.”
Colby sucked in a breath. “What do you mean?”
“The Stone is how I gave myself immortality. Its magic courses through my veins, keeping me alive. But for you, it is your blood. Your very life force.”
“So you mean, we could have our immortality sucked out of us and back into the Stone, too?”
“Me, yes. You, your sister or that boy, no.”
Colby just made a sound that expressed confusion.
“You were created with this Stone’s magic in your blood, Colby. It makes you and the Stone, in essence, one. You are a part of it, and it a part of you. The only way your immortality could be stripped from you is if this Stone were destroyed. And it cannot be destroyed!” he explained darkly.
“You’re sure of that?” questioned Colby.
“The most powerful people have tried, and failed.”
“So what does the Stone have to do with all of this?” asked Colby, waving his arms towards the field filled with lazily ranging Mazuruk.
“This, my son, is our future.” He stepped into the field. “The stones growing inside their bellies will breathe life into our new world. I’ll create a stone even more powerful than the one that gave you life. This new stone will forge a brand new magical world, in which you will rule by my side.”
“There isn’t enough magic left in this world to create such a stone,” argued Colby. “The stones can’t steal people’s magic if there are no magical people to take it from.”
Fazendiin’s gaze churned in a mixture of deadly excitement.
“Oh, but there will be. That’s where the Immortality Stone comes back into play again. Just who do you think gave crazy Amelia Cobb the idea of using the Stone to return magic in the first place?”
Colby’s eyes opened wide, with a blend of both fear and amazement.
His father really was steps ahead of anyone. He had everything all planned out.
“When Amelia was going to return magic,” said Colby, “she was going to sacrifice Colin and my sister to do it.”
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