Broken Bonds (Mortal Intervention Book 1)
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The Cult of the True God had orchestrated an attack on several elf clans at the same time as attacking the goblins and drow in Drake Ridge. The attacks had caused a massive influx of refugees into the College and surrounding areas who were looking for protection.
Brax still wasn't budging on his beliefs and had stopped talking almost completely. Wil and Winter had figured out a way to keep him alive with just his head, and so the two of them and Gwen had began taking turns carrying his head around with them.
“My daughter and I told you there wouldn't be anything else on my father,” Talgun said from the doorway.
Wil just stared at him instead of picking up the books.
“You need to stop looking to the past to solve your problems,” the god snapped at Wil as he moved farther into the office.”
Wil kept staring at Talgun as he took a seat opposite of him. An idea turned itself over in Wil's addled brain. “The past...” he mumbled.
“Yes,” Talgun acknowledged slowly, “stop looking at it. We aren't going to get an answer from it.”
Wil jumped up. Knocking his chair over on the spilled books. “No, you can send us back! Why didn't you think of that?”
“Sorry? I'm not following,” Talgun answered, clearly confused by Wil's erratic behavior.
“Come with me first,” Wil said, leading the way quickly out of his office. He found Gwen and Winter in the library the Heads of the College had turned into a makeshift office. Brax was sitting on a small table next to a window. His eyes flashed to red when he saw Wil.
“I have a plan,” he announced proudly.
The room fell completely silent. Gwen and Winter looked up from a board game they were playing, surprised to see Wil out of his office. Liv, who was reading a book, raised her eyebrows but kept her attention on the text.
Wil's excitement deflated slightly at the underwhelming reaction everyone had. He wasn't about to let that stop him though. “Anyway, the plan: We have Talgun send us back in time to when the artifact was created and bring it back with us.”
“But I thought we all agreed the chamber had been the artifact,” Gwen said, voicing the thoughts of everyone else. “That won't work to kill him.”
“I know,” Wil answered. “I was getting ahead of myself. We know the chamber didn't end up working, so we have the creators make something else and try that.”
Talgun walked around Wil to sit next to Liv. “It might work,” he said. “I'd need my daughter's help to displace the two of you,” he said to Gwen and Winter.
Liv set the book down so she could watch the room.
“What do you mean 'displace'?” Gwen asked nervously.
“Nothing painful,” Wil promised. “It refers to pulling you out of the timeline so you can time travel. All the gods are considered displaced, for example.”
“But couldn't we have already done it then?” she retorted.
“No,” Liv added to the conversation. “But we aren't about to give you a lecture on time travel. We'd be here for years just to try and explain the basics. If I help displace one of them I won't be able to help defend anyone if necessary.”
“The Heads of this school can handle it,” Alana said from behind Wil. She was alone. “Do you think you have a chance by doing this?”
Wil shrugged one shoulder and smiled. “It's the best I've got.”
Talgun and Liv looked at each other quietly, communicating without a word. Liv looked away first.
“Okay,” she said, “let's do this.”