“Nathaniel,” Thomas said. “Please take a place beside your co-Maestro.”
Thomas sat down in the chair in front of them.
“Maestros Desmond and Mariah, we have reviewed the evidence presented against us by the healer, Tara. And we all have to admit, it's very compelling.”
Nathaniel tensed, glancing to Desmond, who remained stone-faced.
“But we have also reviewed your case,” he said. “That no matter what our decision, you have a Tiro who is a very special child. And if what you say is true, she is more special than anyone realizes. Examining a claim of resurrection and the ripple effect will take time. As will examining evidence that Tara claims have taken place for years.”
Nathaniel stood tall, hoping that the Jurors had a heart, if nothing else.
“And so, while we examine all this evidence, we have decided that you and your team are on suspension,” Thomas said. “The Queen of Jeffro has offered to house and feed you until we determine your fate, as a thank you for the favors the witches have done her planet. You are not under obligation to serve her or help rebuild her palace, but we will not stop you. However, nothing you do is on official witch business until your fate is decided. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” Desmond spoke for all of them. Nathaniel had a flashback to years ago, when he stood silent while the Jurors decided his fate with Sienna. He had no say then, and it made him angry. Now, however, he was grateful to be included. They wouldn't be separated – any of them. “We understand.”
“Mariah, your missions working with other disabled Tiros are also suspended, even in consultation,” Thomas said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Mariah answered. “And I thank you for your understanding in these matters.”
“The Jurors cannot ignore the rarity of power Sienna has,” Thomas said. “Even if it is not sustained. You are dismissed until further notice.”
“Thank you,” Desmond said again, and they all swept out.
As soon as they were outside, Nathaniel grabbed Eliza's hand. Desmond made a noise, and Nathaniel shrugged.
“What? We're suspended, aren't we? It's the best time to do this. My love,” he smiled at Eliza, “thank you. You must have made an amazingly compelling case.”
“I just threated to pull Jeffro's business,” she answered with a smile. “It seemed to work. You will have to help rebuild the palace, by the way. You won't get away that easily. And protection from Ladd–”
“Ladd is gone,” Desmond said. “Or he will be shortly.”
“How do you know?” Eliza asked.
“Because Dorian is,” Desmond said sadly. “I will explain all of it to you. What we should do now is tell Sienna. Thank you for offering the medical services of Jeffro.”
“The witches may want to ban her,” Eliza said, “but she is from Jeffro; she is one of ours. We will take care of her.”
“We'll all be together,” Nathaniel said. “That is what matters.”
“Yes,” Eliza smiled at him, “we will be.”
“We should pack if we are to be gone for several months,” Desmond said.
“I don't think it will take that long,” Mariah said. “They will see the value in what we are doing and what we are teaching. And hopefully, our collective efforts will help more than Sienna. Hopefully, we can help witches like her for generations.”
“And she can help us.” Desmond dared to put an arm around her as they walked. “Someone should tell her, by the way.”
“She'll be thrilled,” Nathaniel said. “All she has asked for since that first mission is to go back to Jeffro.”
“Do you think it might be a little harder now?” Desmond asked. “Now that there is someone else in the picture for her?”
“Devon?” Nathaniel glanced at him. “I don't know. Do you think it's serious?”
“I think that each one of us has had to learn how to prioritize matters of the heart – learned to live with our hearts, and without them,” Desmond said. “Maybe if we can teach her nothing else, we can teach her that.”
“I think you can teach her much more than that,” Mariah said. “But the first thing you are going to need is to teach her is how to pack for several months without taking everything and the kitchen sink.”
“I've been on tours for months all the time,” Eliza said as they entered the residential building. “I'll do that.”
Nathaniel watched her go with a smile, standing beside Desmond. “Well,” he said, “despite how much things are about to change, I think this is a pretty good outcome.”
“Probably one of the better outcomes,” Desmond said with a quiet smile. “Are you ready for a new adventure?”
“I'm always ready for a new adventure,” Nathaniel said with a grin. So long as his family was by his side and a heart was beating in Eliza's chest, he could take on anything. He knew it wasn't going to be easy going forward, but it was going to be worth it. Whether they were on Jeffro, or whether they were in space, or here, he was ready for whatever life threw at him.
***THE END***
Book 3: The Lost Tiro
Chapter 1
“Make way! Make way for the queen of Jeffro!”
Sienna took a step back instinctively. She had heard that call so many times over the past eight months that it barely made an impact on her that day.
There had been a day, of course, when she dreamed about meeting Queen Eliza of Jeffro, imagining her beauty and the glory of the palace. As a small child on Jeffro, Sienna had little else to do; ill health plagued her every movement. The one thing that saved her, was that her body contained a level of magic that was off the charts. Having magic that was identified from a young age was many children's ticket out of poverty and into a life of luxury. Witches trained all their lives–devoted to the magic–to serve as the peacekeepers and overseers of the whole galaxy. They were expected to focus on nothing but the magic, being trained, and then training others. Their entire lives were paid for, sponsored by the galaxy, and they wanted for nothing.
Sienna had thought she would never be trained because of her health, which seemed to confuse everyone. As a witch, she was entitled to care, to school, but not to training. It had been her greatest dream to be a Tiro, a student of the magic. But it wasn't until she was almost eight that someone saw beyond her weak body and into her power. Her case was so complicated that she had two teachers–two Maestros–who had once been Maestro and Tiro themselves. Desmond and Nathaniel had radically different styles, and the first few years were rough as they clashed on everything. But now, five years later, they were quite settled into a routine.
At least, they had been until eight months ago, when they had been exiled to Jeffro after Desmond had been caught one time too many with the witch he had been in love with for forty years, Mariah. It had been more complicated than that, with the head witch healer finally getting revenge for the years of arguments that Desmond and Nathaniel had given her about Sienna's unique care.
She didn't blame Desmond for their exile, nor did she mind as much as she was supposed to. She was on Jeffro, where she could speak her first language, and she didn't have the rigorous schooling or quest schedule that she used to. Mariah was here in exile as well, and Nathaniel's long-term relationship with Eliza was barely kept under wraps. In a lot of ways, it was the best of both worlds.
She missed the young witch, Devon, she had gotten to know at school, but they kept in frequent touch. Her Maestros were experts on long distance relationships, and she had learned much.
She knew she wasn't supposed to speak about how happy she was, but she was. She beamed at Eliza as she went by. When Eliza's palace had been destroyed in an attack last year, they had relocated to a smaller, summer house in the south. It was still beautiful, Sienna thought as she bowed low. Despite the tragedy that had befallen Jeffro with the destruction of the palace, they were quite lucky.
Her mind jumped, and she looked up to see her older Maestro, Desmond, standing across the room. He waited
until Eliza's procession went by and was exiting the room before he crossed the marble hallway in her direction. With two Maestros, she was in the unique position of working with them in shifts if she needed something. Often, she didn't see Desmond from dinner until morning, which was far longer than most Tiros went without seeing their sole Maestro.
“Good morning, little one,” he said. “I was looking for you.”
Sienna smiled, wondering if she was always going to have the nickname, despite being almost as tall as both of them these days. She was still razor thin, her bones jutting out, but the fact that she had grown at all from her youth was an unexpected miracle. It was only thanks to her Maestros' persistence in finding medication that would not make her gene defects worse that she was alive at all.
“I was awake,” she said, with a shrug, her accent still strong when she spoke Basic. The months on Jeffro had made her fall back a few steps in language, made worse by the fact that she could telepathically communicate with both of her Maestros. “I swam.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You went to the lake alone?”
She backpedaled. “I went…with other people.”
“With other people that know you?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Sienna, please do not go swimming alone, when no one knows what could happen.”
She blushed, looking at the floor. “But you were both asleep.”
“Mariah was up at dawn,” he said. “She is happy to go with you.”
The fact that Mariah had been blinded in a quest over ten years ago was not lost on either of them. She was very skilled at using her magic to see beyond normal sight, and Desmond felt it was safer for her to at least be accompanied by Mariah than to go alone, when his Tiro was prone to fainting or seizures. She knew this without a shadow of a doubt.
“I didn't…,” Sienna searched for the words. “I don't want to fight.”
“We aren't fighting, little one,” he said. “I came to fetch you because the Academy has uploaded a new module for you to work on, and it seems to have a quick deadline. I can help you if you'd like.”
“Suspension of services, but not school,” she answered. The truth was, none of them knew how long they would live in this limbo. The Jurors–their governing body–said it was until they had reviewed all the evidence of the case against Desmond and Mariah, which, given that they had been circling around each other for forty years, could be a while. Sienna knew that if they dug deeper, they could find evidence against Nathaniel and Eliza, too. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she lost both her Maestros. They were the reason she was alive at all. “You want to work on it now?”
“What else are we doing, Sienna?” he asked. It was meant to be a joke, but she felt the pang of sadness from him. They were stuck in limbo until the Jurors said it was all right. Or until they said it wasn't.
“Mmm,” she said, with a shrug as their boots tapped on the marble floor. It was so calm here; Eliza was in complete control. There had never been a queen like Eliza–so young and yet so powerful, born to sit on the throne. She twisted her wrist without thinking, opening the door that wasn't automatic, to protect the queen. Desmond raised an eyebrow at her, and she dropped her hand. “Sorry. Instinct.”
“For most, it is,” he said. “But until your magic is better controlled, it's best you don't.”
“But will it ever be better controlled?” she asked him, pausing. “Every time I do more than open a door, Desmond, I feel like I'm going to throw up. That's not control. That's not–”
“We just have to find a different way of doing things,” he assured her calmly. “And we will.”
“What kind of witch can't use magic?” she asked him.
“The new kind that you will create,” he said softly. “That will be your legacy. But for now, there's much more learning to do, all right?”
She wanted to argue, but she knew better.
“Go, start up your tablet and log in,” he said. “I will join you in a moment.”
“But–” she was confused by his sudden change of direction. His face remained calm, and when she tried to push into his mind, she found that she was blocked. She was incredibly skilled at reading minds; but Desmond was also incredibly skilled at keeping her out. He hadn't spent forty years with Mariah in order to let someone discover his inner most thoughts easily. “All right.”
“I'll be in shortly,” he assured her. Once he was satisfied that she was distracted, he turned down the hallway, quickening his pace. He approached the vast library–Mariah's favorite place. She usually settled into the library in the mornings to relax. Now, he felt her calling out to him, and it wasn't at ease.
“What is it?” he asked, as he passed through the doors. She was sitting on the couch, her tablet on her lap. Mariah's tablet was specially equipped to read her messages to her, which meant she had to be careful where she was when she played them. The library was currently empty, but she did a quick check with her magic as Desmond sat down.
“I just got a message from Sybil,” she said, mentioning her former Tiro and Nathaniel's best friend. Those had been some of the best days of Desmond's life, he thought. Their Tiros were the same age, from the same class, and had similar skills. Desmond and Mariah took many joint quests, raising the closest thing to a family they were allowed to have. “I think you should hear it.”
“What is it about?” Desmond asked, sitting down as he took the tablet from her. Despite her Maestro being in exile, Sybil regularly sent her messages, keeping in close contact. Currently, Sybil and her own Tiro, Kierry, were on a long-term quest in the Outer Rim, tracking down wanted fugitives from the galaxy. They were excellent at it and had a high success rate. The only downside was that Desmond was blatantly reminded of the things Sienna would never do. “The most recent message?”
“She went undercover,” Mariah said, softly. “I know she isn't supposed to tell me, but she thought I should know…to tell you.”
Desmond pulled up the message, turning off the audio feature so he could scan it privately.
Pretending to be a witch who uses their magic for Acheronian reasons is not as hard as you think. It's actually quite fun. That could be because Kierry and I are not the slightest bit tempted at all; it's so obviously wrong to us. But it means we run into people that we used to know–witches who used to walk our halls. We haven't met him yet, but you should know that the witch on a high-up seat, running this operation, is almost certainly Reynolds. We are in deep so that he won't suspect us, and we will use Desmond's name to speak of reasons for turning. He is alive, he is thriving, and he is leading hits of witches. I can link him to at least four in the last three years.
Desmond stopped reading there, his eyes blurring. He said nothing, but Mariah sensed his distress, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Reynolds–his first Tiro. The one who was supposed to be his pride and joy, making his career. Instead, just at the brink of becoming a Maestro himself, Reynolds chose the Acheronian side of magic–a side that was forbidden–and abandoned everything Desmond had taught him. The pain of his desertion had almost ruined Desmond for good, and he never forgot Reynolds. To hear that he was doing this, though, opened the wound all over again.
“You should get Sybil out of there,” he finally managed. “You don't know what Reynolds is capable of. He–”
“Sybil can take care of herself. This is her area of expertise,” Mariah said. “It's not Sybil I'm worried about right now.”
Desmond bit his lip, trying to control his emotions. “I've always known he was alive,” he said. “But aside from that, I tried not to know; tried not to think.”
“If she finds him, you know what she'll have to do,” Mariah said softly.
“She'll have to kill him,” Desmond's voice was emotionless. “I know.” He put the tablet back in Mariah's lap, standing up. “She won't find him, though. He's too quick; too smart. But if she does….”
“I won't tell you,” Mariah said, and he shrugged.
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sp; “I’ll know,” he replied. “When a Maestro loses a Tiro, they always know.”
Chapter 2
“Mmm,” Nathaniel cuddled into Eliza in the late morning sun. Ten a.m. was usually the time when they could steal a moment together, sinking onto the bed. Some mornings it was sensual; some it was simply sweet as they held each other tight. Eight months together was a heaven they never thought they would have. And although Nathaniel's mind was still conflicted with the limbo they lived in; it was easy to forget his career when Eliza's soft body was in his arms. “Ow, your jewelry,” he said, as she rolled over.
“What do you expect? I just came from a balcony appearance,” she said, as she lay her head on his shoulder. “You could join me sometime.”
“On the balcony like a prince?” he asked her. “Maybe one day, Eliza, but not now.”
“Not like a prince. A bodyguard, a witch, an honored guest, whatever you want,” she said. “Everyone is used to you being my shadow; no one will be offended by it. I saw your Tiro this morning on my way out. She looked like she'd been in the lake.”
“Creator damn it,” Nathaniel answered. “She knows she's not supposed to go alone.”
“Nathaniel, she's thirteen,” Eliza pointed out. “If she didn't have an act of rebellion here and there, it would be concerning.”
“I suppose you're right,” he said, staring at the ceiling “As complicated as our situation is right now, I am glad that we are not at the Academy.”
“Why?” Eliza asked, confused. Nathaniel shook his head.
“There was…a boy that, had she been allowed to continue with, I don't know what we'd do. The behavior she exhibited with him was not like her.”
“Like Maestro, like Tiro,” Eliza commented. He glanced over to her.
“I am in love with you, Eliza, you know that. And I always will be. But it doesn't mean that I think breaking my vows is right. Our hearts are certainty victims of circumstance.”
“And what if, for her, he's her one and only? Like Desmond and Mariah?”
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