by Dianna Love
Jaxxson dropped his arms to his side, angling his head and frowning with exasperation. “Our children learn to shield their minds by the time they can write their names.”
“You can do this, too?”
“Of course.”
Pushing herself up, she scooted back to sit up. To get out of a vulnerable position. Lying down reminded her of too many visits with mental health professionals. She lifted her wrists to find the swelling had gone down, her hands flexed normally again. So Jaxxson was some kind of doctor after all, but he’d also been able to access her thoughts while she was out of it.
She asked point blank, “I’m having a hard time accepting that you didn’t listen to my thoughts.”
“Entering someone’s mind when they are defenseless is no different than entering someone’s home uninvited. I am not an intruder.”
Where were these people from? “I’ve never met anyone else who can do this.”
“So you were telling the truth.”
“About what?” She had the feeling she was about to find out what had caused that wariness still hanging in his gaze.
“That you were born in 1997.”
“Oh, that. Well, of course, it’s the truth.” Her whole body relaxed. “Look at me. Don’t I look sixteen?”
She might have gotten an early gift from the booby fairy, but she had a baby face that had never been mistaken for being older.
What was the big deal about her age?
Then out of nowhere, the thoughts she’d heard from Jaxxson’s mind a second before she’d lost consciousness rushed forward.
She lies. . . impossible. . .I was born in–.
Her jaw dropped. “Now I remember. I had no way to stop myself from hearing your thoughts. You were thinking about being born in...2162.” No way. No freakin’ way. Unless . . .“What planet are you from?”
“It’s known as Earth.”
“That can’t be possible. I’m from Earth, too, and 2162 hasn’t happened yet.”
But he was shaking his head. “I don’t understand. How can you be here?”
“Right back at ya.”
“What?”
She gave him a half grin, feeling it wobble around the edges as she grappled with what she was saying. “It means I’m asking you the same question. Really? Seriously? If you were born in 2162 then what year do you live in?”
“2179.”
No way. “Are we in some kind of weird time travel warp?”
“No, the tek-nah-tee would never risk sending one of us back in time.”
This conversation got stranger by the minute. If not for seeing purple and green striped skies, having traveled here through a computer, fought killer flowers and watched giant croco-monsters climb out of the ground, Gabby might actually be surprised by meeting someone from the future.
She reminded herself to roll with it. “What are these tek-nah-tees? Bad boy teckies or what? Sounds like naughty techs.”
After a long moment, the suspicion and irritation that had held his face hostage disappeared. He actually smiled and folded his arms, starting off explaining by spelling two names. “Many years ago, civilization divided up between the MystiKs and the TecKnati. The TecKnati excelled in science and technology while our MystiKs developed gifted skills and supernatural powers with each generation becoming stronger.”
“Why’d the TeK dudes put you in this place? And if this isn’t a time warp, where am I?”
“V’ru says this Sphere is an artificial planet. A satellite.”
“V’ru? Is that a guy or a girl? A MystiK or a TecKnati?”
Jaxxson looked as if he couldn’t decide if she was joking. “A male MystiK. V’ru is from the Records House, a rare G’ortian no less.”
“Does that mean he keeps journals for you?”
“His gift is much more sophisticated than that. Upon being captured and arriving here, he assessed the contents of this Sphere and began identifying the plants and animals that are from other planets the TecKnati have been exploring and placing in this Sphere. The TecKnati are capturing young MystiKs and sending us here, using this as a holding facility.”
Was this Jaxxson for real? “Why?”
“We’re in constant conflict with the TecKnati. They see our gifts and powers as impeding research and expansion plans in space that they feel will assure us natural resources and a better way of life as our world rebuilds. We see their technology as exposing us to greater risks outside of earth and threatening our ability to continue developing powers due to health risks caused by technology.”
“Who’d have thought?” she murmured.
“The TecKnatis are at heart fearful of any threat against their supremacy. We now believe SEOH, their leader, plans to rid our world of powerful MystiK rulers who pose a greater threat to TecKnati than before, even though the TecKnati claim no respect for our powers.”
“So the TeK guys want to get rid of you and have all of earth for themselves?”
Jaxxson nodded. “Currently they control the ten cities, but that’s not enough for them.”
“Your whole world is limited to only ten cities?”
“Yes. Our records indicate that once there were many more, but now…” He shrugged and glanced away.
“What happened?”
“The K’ryan Syndrome wiped out populated areas around the world, including North America, leaving small groups of people in isolated areas. As the survivors joined up, they made their way to ten cities that were still physically intact and capable of sustaining a sizable population.”
Unfreakingbelievable. Gabby couldn’t form a thought, but Jaxxson didn’t seem to notice and kept talking.
“The great TecKnati minds came from those sequestered in isolated research areas and labs. Powerful MystiKs developed from those who had chosen a more simplistic way of life, living in areas away from any civilization. Each of the cities in the new world is encircled by an energy field that is controlled by the TecKnatis, as is all travel between cities.”
“Why do you need an energy field?”
“For protection. The virus didn’t kill everyone. One particular group became rabid and, even though they were destroyed, there is fear that other infected humans might come to the cities. I admit the energy field keeps us safe, but there is a price to pay for giving TecKnati that power over us.”
“So that’s what’s going on in the future.” She didn’t want to tell him his world sounded like it sucked, big time, but she had another burning question. “How did we end up here? In this Sphere place?” she wondered aloud.
“Wait a moment.” Jaxxson walked away and lifted a stump that had been cut from the middle of a tree trunk and brought it over to place next to her.
Gabby enjoyed the rare opportunity of admiring a male up close while he was unaware that she checked him out. Jaxxson’s lean body flexed with hidden strength. She’d never spent time with someone who looked like him.
Get real. She’d never spent time up close with any guys.
He sat down, now on eye level with her, which she appreciated. He admitted, “I don’t understand how or why the three of you arrived...if you are not TecKnati.”
“There’s not much else I can say other than we’re not. At some point, you have to decide to believe me or not.” She hoped he took that in the spirit it was offered.
He nodded. “Until I see differently, I accept that you were not sent by SEOH. As for your being here, I can only think that the TecKnati made some error to bring someone into this Sphere from the past. V’ru says there is evidence of TeK time-travel research, but every confirmed report indicates that as yet they can only send a person into the past, not bring one forward.”
She was so going to blow Tony’s mind when she told him all this. If she told him. “You said the TecKnati never send someone like you back. What did you mean?”
“TecKnati would never send a MystiK into the past and risk MystiKs alerting the world to the strategies of TecKnati in the future, otherwise MystiKs
would become even more powerful over time. A bigger threat to TeKs. TeKs send only their own kind into the past.”
“Time travel,” she whispered, marveling at what was going on in the future one minute and still in shock the next.
“But we’ve no report of this being successful so they may have killed everyone they experimented on. They don’t value life as we do so we think they are only sending those they consider disposable on missions to the past.”
“How would they know if they were successful?”
“I don’t know for sure. Our reports confirm that the TecKnati have not found a way to communicate with someone once that person enters their time travel portal. And since the TecKnati are very good about shouting their accomplishments to all the cities, I trust we would’ve heard if they’d succeeded in teleporting to the past and returning. At least, that’s our most recent news.”
“How would you know in this place?”
“MystiK children are dropped here fairly regularly. The older ones arriving bring reports from home.”
“Wow, this is over-the-top crazy,” she murmured. “And people think I’m a freak.”
“Why?”
She gave him her best duh look. “Because I hear thoughts. Where I come from that brands you as strange, a sideshow act, to be avoided at all costs.”
Why did that make him angry?
Shaking his head as though what she’d shared was irrational, he said, “Although I’ve not studied all ancient worlds, I knew our gifts were not once celebrated and appreciated as they are now. But I had no idea those with our abilities who lived two centuries back were persecuted.”
“Persecuted is a strong word,” she argued, thinking of the entire civilizations lost or abused at the hands of evil people.
“It’s not strong enough if you’ve spent your life without basic human comfort because of being born with a gift. To treat one as that in our MystiK world is to face punishment, because the gifted are rebuilding our world and protecting our future.”
Good grief. He made her sound like something special.
Valued.
She couldn’t wrap her head around that.
Or that he came from the future.
If not for having Rayen and Tony on this whacked-out trip, she’d think this was all some insomnia-induced dream. Speaking of Rayen and Tony, she had to do her part and get as much information as possible on how to get out of this place. She’d been so engrossed by talk of the future–could that all be true?–she didn’t know where to start. Since Jaxxson claimed to be a captive as well, she led with that.
“I’ve figured out that none of you want to be here,” Gabby began. “Can’t you escape?”
“No. Only TecKnati scouts can operate the transenders.”
“That metal thing that spit us out here?” She described it further.
“Yes.”
If only TecKnati could operate the pods, what did that say about going home to Albuquerque? Had that little girl Rayen rescued traveled in their same pod since she was dumped in the clearing they’d been ejected into?
What a weird place, but one where her strange ability was accepted. No, celebrated as special. And Jaxxson could teach her so much.
Staying here had huge benefits, for a short time anyway, while she learned from Jaxxson, but she had to help Tony and Rayen find a way home. This was a dangerous place where people with abilities were held as prisoners.
And too easily died.
She could see why everyone had reacted so strongly to her, Tony and Rayen.
Still, where had Jaxxson’s antagonism from earlier gone when he’d seen her as a hybrid or whatever that word was? “I appreciate that you’re no longer looking at me like I’m a devil spawn, but what changed your mind about ‘my kind’ as you called me?”
He took a moment to answer, looking chagrined. “In my world, one with your unusual eyes is called a Hy’bridt, and is revered above all other MystiKs. The majority are women, who are allowed choices other MystiKs are not.”
Revered? Fat chance that’d ever happen back home. “What kind of choices?”
A muscle twitched in his jaw and his words came out loaded with resentment. “Such as the one in my family who should have been the next healer sent to YEG/4. City Four. But it would have meant traveling from ORD/1 where we both lived.”
“What’s city one and four?”
He thought on that a moment then lifted a finger. “I understand what you’re asking. Where would these cities be in your world?” When she nodded, he explained, “Due to my need to understand medicinal resources available in each of our ten cities, I had to study the development of different lands. At one time City/1 was known as Chicago and City/4 was called Edmonton.”
“Those are definitely in North America,” she acknowledged. “So what happened with this Hy’bridt girl? How old was she?”
“She’d reached eighteen, her age of maturity, and chose not to leave home. I was sent instead.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen.”
Outrage surged through her on his behalf. She’d been sent here and shuttled there since an early age with no regard to how difficult the changes had been on her. “That’s so wrong. How could they do that to you? You were just a kid.”
“MystiKs are considered mature at eighteen and expected to take their respective places in society at that moment. Thirteen is not a child in our world. Healers are rare and, with the exception of Hy’bridts, few are female. For that reason, we’re trained from birth, prepared to go anywhere at any time.”
She waved off that comment, refusing to accept that it was okay to do that to an adolescent. “Regardless. You deserve to feel ticked off about being screwed.”
He smiled. “Ticked off? Screwed?”
“Ticked off means angry, po’d, really, really frustrated,” she clarified. “And screwed is, well, it means that no one considered what it meant for you to be yanked out of your home and shipped across your world.”
“Ah. Interesting terms, yet accurate assessments.”
“Sounds like the world hasn’t improved since my time.” She put her hand on her forehead. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here talking to someone from the future. Tony would go bat-crazy if he was here.”
“Why?”
“He’d kill to find out what happens with technology and science in the future.” At Jaxxson’s look of horror, she said, “Wait, I don’t really mean ‘kill’ as in bloodshed. Just another slang word that means he’d really like to know all this. That’d give him an edge in a special school project. I think Tony believes he’s the next Steve Jobs.”
“Who?”
Now that was funny. “Never mind.”
Jaxxson stood. “I’d like to continue our conversation, but I must check on the little girl who arrived today.”
The one Rayen saved. Pushing away the paper-thin coverings that appeared to be made of pounded leaves, Gabby swung her feet around, dangling them off the side. “Is the little girl sick?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m watching for a reaction.”
“To what?”
“The Sphere. MystiK gifts and powers are drawn from natural elements in their surroundings. When new MystiKs arrive here we have to observe them constantly. Some react negatively to the elements in the Sphere right away, some later on and some not at all. We’ve lost children early on by not recognizing the signs. I must return you to the unit before I can see the child.”
She didn’t want to go back to jail. “I’ll go with you.”
“Callan, who oversees our security, would not be happy with that decision.”
“Because he thinks I’ll try to escape. I won’t.” Before he could argue further, she raised a hand, palm out to stall him. “And you know I’m telling the truth.”
Sighing, he ran his hand over his sandy-blond hair, considering what she said and clearly in a hurry to get moving.
Gabby wouldn’t lose this opportunity. “I’d like
to ask you questions about how to block other people’s thoughts. I’m tired of constantly worrying over being touched.”
The healer in him considered her request, but he shook his head. “If you did try to leave, which I’d understand, I’d be forced to contain you and would rather not harm you.”
Bottom line? He had powers he had yet to reveal. She got it and let her hand fall to her side. “I promise to be your shadow and follow orders.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.” He looked at the table and it floated down until her feet reached the floor.
He suddenly became very still. His eyes stared vacantly but concern gripped his face.
Gabby held her breath.
When his eyes focused on her again, he said, “I’m being summoned for the little girl. There’s a problem.”
“We helped save that child. Take me with you. I’ll help.”
He hesitated and then seemed to make up his mind. “Fine. But know that even though I believe you’re not TecKnati, Mathias believes you are one and as the leader of the Governing House here, his word is final. If you make any unauthorized move, I will stop you.”
Hair danced on Gabby’s arms at the threat in his tone. This was not the guy who had patiently explained his world to her. She swallowed as she said, “I understand.”
Following him to where she’d have to pass through the wall of the tree again, she rationalized that she’d only agreed to not try to escape. She’d said nothing about using this opportunity to find a way out of the village and the trick for passing through the wall of fog. There had to be a plan for emergency exits with all these children in one place.
What if Jaxxson thought there was an emergency?
Would he and the others herd the younger children out of the village?
Gabby had activated a few alarms in her past. Could she get away with it here?
CHAPTER 22
When I opened my eyes again, I was propped up against something that sloped back.
I saw soft golden-brown hair that fell across Callan’s head and touched his shoulders.
He knelt beside me, bent over me, muttering more of those strange, vicious words he said as if they belonged only to him. I enjoyed a moment of studying the strong muscles in his neck and the way his shoulders flexed when he moved. He muttered some more. “...stupid to keep a furkken tek alive...they don’t have powers...how could Rayen kill the...no other explanation...”
