by Moore, Gabi
“And your uncle tells me you plan on going back to the mall tomorrow?” his aunt asked him.
“I have to. Uncle Seth has imprisoned not only my parents in that clock tower but the Fire Elemental Grandmaster too. I need to obtain the power of the fifth element to stop him and get my parents out of there.”
“Can’t someone go in there with you?” his uncle asked. “I’m willing to accompany you. After all, I am Seth’s brother.”
“It won’t make a difference,” Dion explained. “He’s out of control. I have to be the one who goes into there alone and deal with him. Nobody else but me can do it.”
Dion stood up. “I need to get to bed. Big day tomorrow.”
His aunt and uncle watched him leave.
“He didn’t say a thing about Jupiter Olympus,” his aunt said to her husband.
“Isn’t it enough that he knows? It’s one more thing on Dion’s mind. I didn’t think my brother would sink so low to tell him, but he’s desperate and will do anything. He hasn’t changed a bit.”
They turned back to the TV. Tomorrow was supposed to be a bright and clear day, according to the weather report with no storm clouds on the horizon.
- THE END -
AETHER
Chapter 1
Dion faced the door. He’s spent the better part of his morning in search of the entrance to the clock tower that dominated the center of the mall.
With all four of the elemental powers under his control, he still needed something special to get inside it. The tower sat over the abyss itself and his Uncle Seth planned to use the forces beneath it for something. Dion didn’t know exactly what it might be, as he could only speculate.
He entered the mall with all the shoppers that morning. By now, there was no reason to hide from the security guards. The fire elementals, who ran security, bowed to him as he walked past. Dion expected his uncle to replace them after he obtained the fourth elemental power, that of fire, yesterday. However, he hadn’t. This made Dion even more concerned about what his uncle had in mind. His uncle had to know the fire elemental salamanders, who were in their human form, would never oppose him since he was now a fire elemental master. Combined with the other powers he had earned over the past few days- earth, air and water- there wasn’t much his uncle could do to prevent him from entering the mall. His uncle might own the mall, but it wasn’t worth the trouble to keep him out of it.
His first stop that morning was Hobbs’ place in the “earth” part of the mall. Hobbs and his psychedelic shop provided Dion with many of the weapons he needed to defeat the elementals sent against him. If there was a weapon he needed to enter the clock tower, Hobbs could find it.
The grandmaster of the fifth element, aether, was held prisoner in that tower. So were his parents and Dion was determined to get them out. Let his uncle think there would be no way he could enter the tower. Dion planned to be inside it in the next hour. He merely needed a special key for a special lock. Hobbs would have that key if anyone possessed it.
“Back again?” Hobbs said to him from behind the counter as Dion entered his store. He was in the process of putting more discount albums in the racks when he noticed the young man who had been there every day of this week.
“I’m going in the clock tower this time,” Dion told him. “I need to find out how to get inside and what weapon I’ll need once I’m there.”
“Are you serious?” Hobbs put down a stack of albums and walked over to Dion.
“My parents are held there. My uncle, who owns this mall, has them imprisoned. And what’s worse, he has the Aether Grandmaster too.”
“For God’s sake, it’s right on top of the abyss. Look, we all know what that tower is over and we live with it. The rent is cheap here and the traffic is good. I know the management is a little bit funny, but- wait! Did you say your parents are held inside it?”
“For the past year. Everything I’ve done this week was to get them out. My uncle is a master of the aether, but he doesn’t have the other four elemental powers. I do. I want that fifth power as well. With it, I’ll be stronger than him and he’ll have to set my parents free.”
“The aether is the root of the other four elements,” Hobbs said. “It’s unstable in this time circle, which is why you don’t see it used very often. If your uncle wants to make use of it, it won’t be for our benefit.”
Dion put his hands on the counter. “So you understand what I’m doing. Do you have anything to help me?”
“Not once you’re inside that place.” Hobbs shifted some merchandise in the cabinet below to find what he wanted. He was a short man, barely five foot, but stout and solid.
“Here it is,” Hobbs announced as he pulled an envelope out of the cabinet. He sat the envelope on the counter and pulled a silver disc out of it. The disc had mystical signs engraved on it. Dion didn’t recognize any of them.
“What is it?” Dion asked the small man across from him.
“It’s a sigil that unlocks certain doors. It will only work once and the door will open for ten seconds. You put the disc on the door and push it into the surface. It will stick to the door and you can leave it. Step back because there will be a loud noise when it opens the barrier. The door will fly open. Like I said, you have only ten seconds to get inside before the door closes.”
“Do I need to retrieve the sigil?”
“No you don’t. It will burn itself up after use. This is a one-time tool. Remember what I told you about standing away from the door.”
“Thanks, Hobbs. Send the bill to my aunt and uncle. This should be the last time I need your help.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” He turned and noticed a sales clerk looking at one of the album covers he had stacked. She had a notebook in her hand.
“We need to get the inventory finished by this evening,” he called out to her. “You can read the credits later.” She placed the album on the rack and went back to her count.
“She’s a good worker, just has problems paying attention to the job,” Hobbs explained to him. “Where are your friends?”
“Staying home today. I have to do this one myself.”
“Wise decision, but I’m glad I don’t have to go in that place. You take care and come back to see me once you’ve returned.” He shook Dion’s hand.
Hobbs watched the young man leave his store and walk down the corridor outside.
“I hope I do see him again,” he spoke aloud. His clerk turned and looked up, her hand still holding the pencil she used for the inventory notebook.
“Nice kid,” Hobbs said to her from the counter. “I think he’s way in over his head.”
“Can’t you help him?” The clerk wore a pair of jeans and shirt with a flower stitched on it. She had long red hair, which cascaded down her back.
“I wish I could. There is too much bad energy in that tower for me to go up against it. I don’t want to go anywhere near it.”
“You didn’t have any trouble summoning me.”
“You aren’t in the same class. I know how to get results in some areas. In others, I’m happy leaving it to people with more experience. Now get that inventory done before I send you back to the forest.”
The red headed women grumbled and returned to her notebook and pencil.
Dion continued down the hall with the sigil in his pocket. He didn’t have the map any longer and had no idea where the entrance to the clock tower might be located. He was already tired of spending every day this week in the mall; he couldn’t imagine how people worked here all the time. It was possible to get used to anything, he once heard, but this place was beyond understanding. The only reason he was here was to get his parents out of the tower.
He’d spent a lot of time on the phone with Lilly before coming here. She’d broken the news to her parents about their engagement, which he suspected would happen once Emily told her father. Whatever. Right now, all he could think about was the location of the tower.
It was situated right in th
e middle of the mall. The tower had four clocks mounted in it; each one faced a different section of the mall. The clock faces could be viewed at any location in the mall since the top of the mall was built to be a transparent atrium. It allowed the sunlight in and saved money on lighting, or so the story was told. In truth, Dion felt the reason for the atrium glass was to allow the clock tower to spy on the mall. There was a small section on top of it with windows that would allow someone to be stationed in it and have the mall under surveillance at all times.
“It’s at the end of the hall,” a voice said behind him. “A door marked ‘Employees Only’ takes you into the personnel office. Beyond that you will find a wooden door to the tower.”
Dion turned to face the form of his grandfather. The old man, who had passed on years ago, stood there alone. There were so many questions he wanted to ask his grandfather.
“How will I know it’s the door into the tower?” Dion asked him. “I would expect the office has many doors inside it.”
“The one to the tower will be obvious. The sigil given to you will open it. You must hurry. You need to arrive there today.”
“Grandfather, there is a lot I want to know. My uncle claims my real father was someone other than the man who raised me. What is the truth?”
But his grandfather was gone.
Empty space was in front of him. Dion shook his head and looked again. There were so many rules to this game that he didn’t know. He shrugged and continued down the hall in search of the door into the personnel office that his grandfather informed him about it.
He found the door a few minutes later. It was at the end of the corridor, as he’d been informed. The door was glass with the words stenciled on it just as his grandfather told him. As Dion watched, the door swung open and two young high school girls emerged with applications in their hands. They waved at Dion and continued down the hall. The glass door was translucent, so he couldn’t see what was on the other side. Dion pulled the door open and went inside.
It was a small waiting room with pictures on the wall of the other properties his uncle owned. There were no exterior windows and soft music played from hidden speaker. A few chairs, and at least one couch, faced the desk where a small man sat with a pile of papers stacked in front of him. He wore a shirt, tie, and was busy making notes on each stapled collection of documents piled next to him on the desk.
“Hello, Dion,” Edward said to him. “I wondered how long it would take you to arrive.”
“You work for the mall?” Dion asked. “I had the impression you weren’t part of this time circle.”
“I wanted to see you off,” he said while rising from the desk. “It’s not often that one gets to meet a knight on the verge of his final quest. So I made an arrangement with a temporary company who placed me here. The regular human resource manager needed a day off and I was able to fill her position while she took some vacation time.”
Edward looked back at the table behind him. “Beastly job, I don’t know how anyone manages to do it. I’ve spent the day evaluating peoples’ performances. Someone will wonder why they all have ‘outstanding’ marked on their performance reviews, but I decided anyone who works in this temple of consummation deserve it.”
“So where is this door to the main tower?” Dion asked.
“You have the sigil to open it?” Edward asked him. He smoothed out his trousers. “Disgraceful clothes they sell in this place. Hardly a decent pair of pants anywhere. Don’t get me started on these clip-on bow ties.”
Dion pulled the silver disc from the pocket of his jacket and held it up.
“That’s the right one,” Edward said. “I see you do have a good supplier. Those are hard to find. Now let’s go to the entrance.” He turned and walked down the hall that led from the office. Dion followed him.
The door was massive. It was made of solid wood and had twelve locks on it. The first one started at the bottom and the others continued all the way to the top. There was even a secondary lock at the doorknob. The wood was made from lignum vitae, a wood so hard it was known to break axes. As Dion looked the door over, Edward rattled on about the construction and the history behind it. Not that any of it would affect Dion’s need to get on the other side; Edward just liked to hear himself talk.
“Built in the year 1531,” he told Dion. “It was supposed to be the door to a duke’s study in the south of France. He felt a secure door would protect him from his knights. In spite of what you may have read in the history books, medieval nobility didn’t always trust the men in arms under them. This door was never installed in the duke’s palace. Instead, it was impounded by a tax collector when the duke failed to pay the king’s share on the funds he squeezed out of his farmers. The door ended up in many places, all of whom shared one thing in common: a bad end. Note the carved face of a fiend at the top. This indicated exquisite care put into it, it also means the door was sacred to the night side of the elements. It’s a one-way trip to the abyss if you don’t know how to open it right. Now, can I see the sigil?”
Dion, a little bored by Edward’s history lesson, pulled it out of his pocket again. “Hobbs told me to place it at the lock...”
“Did he tell you which one?”
“No, I didn’t realize there would be more than one.”
Edward sighed. “Even the retailer fails to read the instructions these days. Something tells me Mr. Hobbs doesn’t know a how to operate this key. You have to put it on the right lock, or it won’t work. If you activate it on the wrong lock, not only does the door remain closed, but also the sigil burns up. And where will you get another one on short notice? There is a five-year backlog from the factory on these things. Here, just give it to me and I’ll take care of it.”
“I think I’m supposed to be the one who activates it,” Dion said. “At least I’ve done every part of this phase by myself. It’s why I don’t have anyone with me.”
Edward looked at him. “You might be right at that. It’s been a long time since I’ve used one of them. The last one was supposed to open a treasure chest. It opened it all right, but all that remained inside was an IOU note from the last thief who got inside. Go ahead and place it on the lock right next to the latch. The other ones are dummies designed to fool an uneducated burglar.”
“Do I have to chant anything? Hobbs didn’t give me any words to say.”
“No,” Edward said as he adjusted his bowtie. “Just put it in place. The sigil key is self-acting and will penetrate the door on its own.”
Dion walked to the strange door and placed the silver disc next to the latch, just as if Edward told him. He felt it attach itself to the door. Dion could feel the disc pull when he drew back to make sure it would stay in place. He removed his hand and the disc stayed put, even though there was nothing sticky on it or the door.
Then Dion noticed something else.
“There is more than one latch on this door. Did I put it on the right one?”
Edward stepped closer to look at the door. “You’re right. There is more than one latch. The designer of this door thought of everything.”
“But is it the right latch?”
“I don’t know. Guess we will both know in a few minutes.”
“I was told to stand back.”
Both of them took a few steps away from the door.
There was a buzzing sound from the sigil disc and it began to spin in place. The disc spun faster until it turned into a blur. Then it stopped, rotated back a few turns, rotated forward a few more, and made a few more backwards rotations. This continued for a few more minutes.
“What is it doing?” Dion asked Edward.
“I believe it’s trying to find the correct combination,” the small Englishman replied. “Similar to the dial on a safe.”
The disc ceased its movement and remained still. Dion waited a few more minutes and turned to Edward.
“Is it done?” he asked.
The response came with the sound of a multitude of locks unsn
apping. The door slowly began to open with the loud creak of something not used in a long time. When the door was perpendicular to the doorway, it ceased moving. There was very little light inside the room beyond the door.
“It worked,” Edward, proclaimed. “I don’t think those additional locks were dummy ones after all. Did you hear the sounds they made?”
“I’m sure the entire office did.”
“Or would, but I gave them the day off. Now off with you! The door will close in sixty seconds.”
Dion shook Edward’s hand as he walked into the passage to the clock tower. Edward watched him go inside and vanish with the light into the next room. Just as he’d predicted, the door swung shut and closed less than a minute later. The sound of locks triggering were heard.
Then silence.
Edward bent over to look at the door. The sigil disc was gone. There was no trace of one ever being attached to the door.
“Single use,” Edward noted. “Just as I thought. Now how will he ever get out of there? I’m sure he’ll find a way. He’s resourceful. Oh, well, back to those disgusting performance reviews.”
He turned and went back to the office.
Chapter 2
Dion rubbed his eyes as the light returned. This was similar to the last time he’d been sent outside the circle of time where the mall existed. The light would fade, and then return with fury as he found himself in a new environment.
The door must work the same way. He turned to look at the door from the other side and found a blank wall behind him. How was he supposed to return from where he’d come? The door had to work in one direction only. There must be other ways out of the clock tower, but escape was not on the front of his mind.
Now that there was light around him, Dion could see where he was. It was another office, not surprising, as he’d left one before this place. It was made from modern furniture and the fabric on the walls appeared to be fresh. The paint on the office furniture was unblemished. This office appeared to be brand new.
