by Lisa McMann
“Really?” Alex watched, and sure enough, when Cole went to the newly established groups to give out name tags, Samheed practically ripped them out of Cole’s hand.
Lani grinned. “You need to spend more time noticing things. Less of this brooding and wandering aimlessly.”
“But that’s what I do,” Alex said. “Are you trying to change me?”
“Never,” Lani said, a mischievous look in her eye. “Okay, here goes me.” Meghan called out the names of the Necessaries who would be in Lani’s group.
Alex checked his watch. He had to meet Mr. Today in thirty minutes. He wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to do with his group. Meghan called her own Necessaries, and then it was Alex’s turn. But Meghan skipped over him.
He looked at Meghan, puzzled, trying to catch her eye. He caught Lani’s raised eyebrow too. She was utterly too observant, he decided. It was almost annoying.
When Meghan finished with all the groups, Alex sidled up to her. “Did you forget my group?” he asked.
“What? No. Mr. Today said you were only going to be here so the Necessaries would know who you are, but you weren’t going to have a group.”
“He said that?”
“No, I’m making it up.” Meghan rolled her eyes.
“Well, I mean … what did he say exactly?” Alex asked.
“He told me you were meeting with him regularly now, and that you wouldn’t have time to do both that and this. What’s up, anyway?”
Alex glanced at Lani, who was straining to hear from several feet away while simultaneously trying to talk with her group. He felt bad not sharing news with his friends, but this afternoon he’d be telling Mr. Today that he couldn’t be the new leader, so he didn’t want to start any rumors when it was nothing anyway. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess I’ll head over there, then.”
He walked to the mansion, stopped in his room to get the notebook that contained his list of reasons why he wouldn’t be a good leader, and then went to Mr. Today’s office, which was empty. Alex wandered across the hall, made himself some tea in the kitchenette and went back into the office, knowing he was a few minutes early. He looked eagerly at the university screen and saw that Aaron’s room remained empty. Scanning the other blackboards, Alex saw no sign of his brother. He wondered if Aaron had gone home to their mother and father’s house, or if he’d found some other place to live.
He turned away and looked around Mr. Today’s office. On the walls were various odd bits of art, some of which Alex really felt drawn to, and other pieces that totally left him puzzled over Mr. Today’s taste in paintings.
A voice from the far wall of the office nearly made Alex spill his tea.
“Anything new in Quill?”
All the Reasons Why Not
Alex whirled around with a shout as Mr. Today entered from a door at the back of the office. Alex had never noticed the door before. A moment later its edges melted away and just the wall remained. “Oh, wow. Sorry, I didn’t know about that door. You scared me,” Alex said, letting out a breath of relief. “No, not much going on. Aaron’s room is still empty. Do you know what happened?”
The mage adjusted the sleeves of his brightly colored robe. “Well, I know it wasn’t High Priest Haluki who sent Aaron packing. It was probably the university or the Quillitary thinking he could no longer be trusted. Everybody in Quill is more than a little paranoid right now.”
Alex nodded. “Sounds like it.” He bit his lip, not wanting to ask, but unable to stop himself. “So Aaron is … okay?”
Mr. Today walked toward Alex. “We’re not sure where he is. According to Arija, he stopped by the entrance the other day and had a spirited conversation with her. But he didn’t stay long.”
Alex frowned. “Why would he come here?”
“I’m guessing he doesn’t know where else to go.”
“But we’re sure he left?”
“Yes.” Mr. Today pulled his chair out and sat down at his desk, inviting Alex to sit across from him. He pointed to Alex’s notebook. “Oh, very nice’you must plan to take notes. I was hoping you would one day write a’”
“Uh, not exactly.” Alex perched on the edge of the chair and opened the notebook to the page he needed. “It’s just a list of things I have to tell you.”
“Oh?” Mr. Today raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, go ahead.”
“Um, you see, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said last week, and I’ve come up with some reasons for, um, not being able to do what you think I can do.” Alex looked up. He didn’t like how his hands were getting all sweaty.
“Go on,” Mr. Today said.
“Okay, well, here,” he said, and he handed the notebook to Mr. Today. “You can just read them yourself, I guess.” He felt a little foolish, but he was determined to make his wishes clear.
Mr. Today peered at the paper, tapping his finger to his lips and nodding now and then as he read.
Alex wiped his clammy hands on his pants, jiggled his foot up and down, and waited.
Soon Mr. Today looked up. “Aha. I see,” he said. “So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that, um, that I’m kind of like Ms. Morning, I guess. I don’t want the job. Yes, that’s exactly it. The point, I mean. Of what I’m saying. That is.” A pocket of air rushed from his lungs with a little squeak after he said it. He shifted gingerly in his seat and waited for Mr. Today’s response.
The old mage smiled. “But I haven’t even told you anything about it yet. Are you sure you want to make that decision so hastily? It might not be what you think.”
Alex furrowed his brow. “I guess I’m just not a leader.”
Mr. Today stood up and began to walk slowly about the office. “I understand,” he said after a long minute of pacing. “And I accept your wishes. We should all do what we are passionate about.”
Alex felt a rush of relief. “Yes. Totally. We’all of us should.”
“Let me ask you, Alex, where do your passions lie?”
“My … ,” Alex began. “My passions …” His voice trailed off, and then he closed his lips again and thought for a long moment. “I guess I’m not sure.”
Mr. Today nodded thoughtfully. “Perhaps you can think about that over the next week and we can discuss it when we meet again.”
Alex deflated. “Perhaps. I mean, yes, of course.”
“But in the meantime, my dear boy, will you kindly indulge my old soul by letting me tell you what passions I see in you?”
“O-okay,” Alex said, a bit suspicious but completely curious.
Mr. Today’s eyes lit up. “Wonderful. Thank you.” He stood, staring out the window for a moment, one hand raised slightly before him as if to deliver a soliloquy, but not the magical kind. He brought the outstretched hand inward to clutch the folds of his robe near his heart, and turned to face Alex. He began simply. “In you, Alex, I see a young man who loves to create and experiment with new spells. True enough?”
Alex nodded. He was always creating or trying new things’trapping clay that forms shackles around an enemy’s wrists, ankles, or neck, origami dragons that can attack from a hundred feet away, and the 3-D door, something he was incredibly proud of, even though it had caused a lot of trouble. Very few Artiméans could make one of those’only Ms. Octavia, as far as Alex knew.
“I also see a loyal, fair-minded young man who cares about people and consistently wants to give them second chances when they mess up. Agreed?”
“I guess,” Alex said. He thought about his once-enemy Samheed, and how close they had become. And Lani, how she used to drive him crazy. And then he thought about Aaron. “Maybe I give too many chances,” he said. He looked at his hands.
“Forgiveness is not a negative trait.” Mr. Today walked to the window and looked out. “Not if one possesses common sense. Which you do,” he said, turning and wagging his finger at the boy. “And it’s a priceless gift, too, for common sense is not something one can just acquire at will. You eithe
r have it or you don’t, as they say.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “I suppose so.” He looked up eagerly to see if Mr. Today had any more kind words to share.
“Alex, much of your strength lies in your honesty, in your courage in battle, in the way you inspire others to be better people’like Samheed, and believe it or not, like Aaron.”
Alex snorted. “See? I’m a failure.”
“Not at all. Aaron is fighting his own internal battle, and you very nearly swayed him once to join our side. Perhaps one day you’ll try again, and who knows what can happen? No one else in Artimé has that power.”
Alex was silent. Mr. Today moved back toward his desk and sat on the corner of it, facing Alex. He was wearing slippers today, Alex noted with a little grin.
After a time, Mr. Today spoke again. “I want to tell you a story, Alex.”
Alex nibbled at his bottom lip, waiting. Wondering now if Mr. Today really understood that Alex was turning him down.
“Simber,” the old mage said.
Alex turned automatically to the door, expecting to see the beast.
Mr. Today shook his head. “No, he’s not here. Simber was my first creation. Before there was Artimé, there was Simber.”
In the Beginning
The old mage, still sitting on the corner of his desk, had a familiar faraway look in his eye as he thought about the beginning of Artimé. “I knew magic growing up’a few of us did, but we were largely an underground society on Warbler Island. Justine and I both could do it. I was better than she.”
Alex sat up. “Wait’Warbler Island?”
Mr. Today nodded but didn’t explain, choosing rather to continue with the story. “Once she and I moved here and we established Quill, the wall began to go up, which took years. Also during those early years, all the people were made to forget their pasts and their magical abilities. And Justine instigated the Purge. You already know that eventually I became disillusioned with our motives and moved from Quill to this part of the island, and I lived in the little gray shack you saw when you first entered the gate.”
Alex nodded. “And … you said something about Simber?”
“Ah, yes. One day I was down on the beach, feeling quite utterly alone in the world. I had suppressed my artistic tendencies, accepting Justine’s belief that creativity was a sign of weakness. But that day we’d had a rare bit of rain, and the entire stretch of sand was damp. I began to sculpt an animal I’d once seen in a book as a child’a cheetah. It was the most stunning creature I’d ever seen, and I still remember that picture as if it were here in front of me.
“I worked to re-create it all day, getting the curve of its back and roll of its shoulders, the strength and proportion of its hind legs just right. Its face, its eyes’intelligent, powerful, fierce but caring eyes. And then, on a whim, becoming uniquely inspired, I added wings. Perhaps I was feeling a bit caged in myself.” He chuckled softly, lost in the memory for a moment. “When I knew that I had perfected each part of the creature, I preserved that part with magic, making its surface almost completely indestructible,” he said, smiling proudly. “And then, when I was quite finished, I brought it to life.”
“Wow,” Alex whispered. “Simber is made entirely of sand?”
“Indeed. Thus, Simber lacks the spots that a cheetah normally has.”
Alex looked puzzled. “How did you bring him to life? I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”
Mr. Today smiled as if he had a secret. He whispered, “That’s because I’ve never taught it to anyone before.”
Alex leaned forward, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in anticipation. “Will you teach it to me?” he asked.
The creator of all magical life in Artimé leaned forward as well. He pressed a finger to his lips for a long moment in consideration, his eyes flickering once to the wall and then back to Alex and remaining there, holding the breathless boy’s gaze, until the weight of the question nearly toppled them both. Finally, Mr. Today whispered the answer.
“No.”
The Slightest Clue
Alex’s face fell. He looked away. “Oh.” He felt heat rising to his cheeks.
Mr. Today’s eyes were filled with pity. “I’m sorry,” he said, and it came from somewhere deep, somewhere very sincere. “As much as I want to, my dear boy, I can’t do it.”
“It’s okay.” Alex wished he could disappear into the chair cushion. Why did he even ask? Why would he think Mr. Today would teach him when he wouldn’t teach anyone else? It felt almost as bad as when Ms. Octavia told him he couldn’t advance to Magical Warrior Training last year. He raised his eyes to the old mage. “It’s because I said I didn’t want to be the next leader of Artimé, isn’t it?”
“Truthfully, yes,” Mr. Today said, sitting back in his chair once again. “I made a promise to myself a long time ago that there would be certain spells, certain properties of our particular kind of magic that I would not teach to anyone but my successor. I fear these abilities could get into the hands of people who are incapable of using common sense, and who don’t understand the value of that power.” Mr. Today eased off the desk. “So as much as I trust you, I must save this particular secret for the right person. However,” he said with a small smile, “I did give you the slightest clue.”
“You did? What was it?”
But Mr. Today only smiled and changed the subject. “So, now you know the story of Simber, who remains one of my most incredible magical creations … and my dearest friend. His memory is impeccable, and everything he has experienced is captured in his inner senses’it didn’t take him long at all to learn everything he knows. Such an amazing beast! He can see and hear better than any human or animal. He is capable of emotion, as you’ve witnessed more than once, and he is loyal to the end.” He gave a wry smile and added, “You may have noticed that Simber cannot perform magic, though many of my other creations can. I didn’t think of it at the time, him being my first, and now it’s too late, but he hardly has need for it. The only other thing I didn’t anticipate was that he would grow. I created him life-size, but he grew as if he were a newborn on that first day. I’m grateful for it now, but there was a time when I wondered if he’d ever stop.”
“Wow,” Alex said. “And did he? Stop, I mean? Or is he still growing?” He couldn’t imagine Simber getting any bigger.
“Oh, he’s stopped,” Mr. Today said, laughing. “Thankfully.”
“And you created Ms. Octavia too? Is she also made of sand?”
“Oh, Octavia’such a delightful creature,” Mr. Today said, his hands clasped together. “No, she’s not made of sand. She was a different sort of sculpture experiment. Simber is of the earth, Octavia is of the water. Clay, seaweed, lily pads, shells. That sort of thing.”
“So her parts aren’t … aren’t real? Like, not from a real octopus and alligator?”
“Good heavens, no. I’d never behead a living creature to create something magical. How heartless.” Mr. Today clutched his robe dramatically. “No, she is purely fabricated. But I’m honored that you can’t tell.”
“I can’t! Honest. She’s amazing.”
“Don’t tell her I told you, but her eyeglasses are purely for show. She’s quite vain about them.” He chuckled.
Alex grinned. And then he grew thoughtful. “Why can’t Ms. Octavia or Simber or Florence be the next leader of Artimé?” Alex asked.
Mr. Today was taken aback, as if the answer was obvious. “Why, because my dear boy. They were created by me. They exist only at my command.”
Alex furrowed his brow. “So how do they die? Or don’t they?”
“Aha! Another excellent question,” Mr. Today said, smiling.
Alex waited, and when Mr. Today didn’t speak, he said, “Aw, another secret?” Alex grinned in spite of his disappointment. He was glad Mr. Today wasn’t mad at him for turning down the job. But now he wondered whom Mr. Today would choose instead’who would get to know the answers to these secrets? And he had to admit, the thou
ght of one of his peers getting this information, getting to spend so much time learning from this most amazing person who created all of these incredible things, and who was getting ready to hand over the key to this world … well, that brought the slightest twinge of jealousy to Alex’s heart. Like maybe he was missing out on the greatest opportunity of his life.
Thinking Like a Necessary
When Aaron left the Ancients Sector, full of newfound bitterness, his mind swimming with ideas, he realized what was the biggest, dumbest mistake he’d made so far. Now he walked with purpose, straight for the Favored Farm. How could he have forgotten his own creation? It must have been the disconnection between creating the idea of the farm, and actually doing the physical work of growing and harvesting. Wanteds were the thinkers, the creators, not the mindless pluckers and deliverers. If Aaron was going to be forced to walk for days with no one bringing him food or drink, he’d have to start thinking differently. He’d have to think like a Necessary. He shuddered at the thought.
But at least he would eat.
It took him quite some time to get there. And he had forgotten about the wooden fence around the crops. But then he saw a soldier standing by the gate that led into the farm. Aaron mustered up as much authority as he could. “The high priest told me to pick my own corn if I wanted corn,” Aaron said, repeating the complaint he’d heard days ago on the street outside the university. “So I’m here to pick my own food.”
The Quillitary soldier eyed Aaron suspiciously for a moment, and then he stepped aside. “Limit is four items. Total, not each.”
“All right.” Aaron stepped into the garden and the smell of fresh fruits and vegetables was the most amazing thing he’d smelled in months. It nearly covered up the rotten stench from alongside the road. He inhaled, and then, trying not to seem too desperate, he quickly scanned the rows of the farm, digging through his memory for the layout he’d designed, wondering where the coconut trees and watermelon plants ended up.
Finally he found them on opposite ends of the farm. He gathered up one of each and sat down under the coconut tree’a rare shady spot in Quill’but couldn’t get the coconut to crack open, so he pounded his fist into the watermelon, finally breaking it, feeling like he also broke his hand in the process. But it didn’t matter. He dug into the pink flesh and slurped it, seeds and all. It wasn’t as refreshing as water, but it would have to do.
