“Outsiders. Losing their culture. Losing their power. I'd never met a people so afraid of change in that way.”
“But that's not why Prada is damaged,” Nathaniel said. “Her family was slaughtered. She was terrified. She was tortured.”
“I'm aware,” Desmond said. “Children on Dramoon and similar cultures were often snatched and sold for their power. Their families, which would have shared their genres of magic, would be taken together, and if they didn't comply, they would have faced terrible lives. Until they were killed.”
“You think…you think that was her home?”
“I don't know,” Desmond answered. “But I'm willing to bet it was a similar situation.”
“Do you think it's safe to bring her there, then?” Nathaniel asked, unsure suddenly of his next move.
“I think it might bring her some closure,” Desmond said. “Your Tiro is very complicated though, I can't pretend to understand what might be going on in her mind. Only you can.”
“And I don't get very far on a good day,” Nathaniel said.
“Part of training your Tiro is exposing them to new situations,” Desmond said. “It has them grow as a witch. And if they can't handle it in training, they won't be able to make it on their own.”
“Harsh but true,” Nathaniel said. Both of them fell into silence for a while, until Nathaniel decided to change the subject. “How is Mariah?”
“She is well,” Desmond said. “Surprisingly, understanding about the sudden request. She told me to go without hesitation”
“Perhaps she wants a break from you,” Nathaniel teased. “That's why Eliza and I have such a relationship. It's easier to take breaks from each other.”
Desmond cocked an eyebrow.
“Is it?” he asked. “You don't long to be on that throne with her, yet?”
“Do you…Prada said something to me today that has stuck,” he said. “She said that when you know your path, you cannot deviate it from it.”
“That is true,” Desmond said. “She is wise, then.”
“Well, she may be wise, but right now, she's in trouble,” he said. “What happened with Sienna was not an accident. It wasn't trauma. It was anger. And she will not behave like that on a quest, not if she wants to continue it.”
“You're doing well, though,” Desmond said. “You have to believe that. You are doing well. You weren't given an easy task in life, Nathaniel, and you have handed it with grace and dignity”
“So, threatening to ground her for three months is not advisable?” Nathaniel half-joked. But Desmond was serious.
“Not everyone was meant to be a Tiro,” he said. “You've seen it with Sienna, with my former Tiro Reynolds. They don't all make it to the tests.”
“That's what the hardest thing about all of this is,” he answered. “She would make the perfect warrior. She would be in the textbooks, go down in history.”
“As we will,” Desmond said. “And as Sienna will. It's not always a kind thing.”
“All I can do is continue,” Nathaniel said and Desmond agreed.
“For now,” he said. “And I'm not encouraging you to suddenly give up. But I do think you should keep those things in mind.”
“Mm.” Nathaniel stood up. “You should get ready to leave. I'll see Eliza about a ship. We came in here on cargo, but I think it's pretty clear that we will need are own vessel…”
“Just like old times,” Desmond said.
Except it wasn't like old times, Nathaniel thought as he went down the hall.
He didn't appreciate scolding Prada, he really didn't. He felt like he spent most of their time together scolding her ,rather than teaching her. She loved magic, she loved fighting, like Sienna had. But it was in a much different way, and it was a way that frightened him often. He felt like her control was slipping through his fingers.
She wasn't in her room, which bothered him. He closed his eyes, pinging her.
Prada, he thought, strongly. Even though she didn't answer him, he locked onto her right away.
She was in the med bay.
He tore down the hallway, wondering what the hell she was up to.
What he found sent chills down his spine. She was standing over Devon's medicated body, watching his chest rise and fall. Her back was to him and he spoke quickly.
“Prada, what are you doing?” he asked, stepping through the door way.
She turned to him, and to his relief, there was no magic on her hands.
“I told you to stay in your room.”
“I'm not going to do it,” she said.
“What?” he asked. “You're not going to do what?”
“I'm not going to heal him,” Prada said. “I don't even know if I can, but I'm not going to try.”
How she knew he wanted to ask didn't bother him. She was so tapped into his thoughts that he often didn't have to form coherent ones in battle.
“That's not what we're doing right now,” he said. “We're leaving for this quest and we can deal with this when we get back.”
“But I'm not going to do it,” she said, and he sighed.
“Why not? Why would you not want to give someone their life back?”
“Because that's not his path,” she said. “He lived a full life, and he was probably happy when he slipped away. If I bring him back, who knows what horrors he might experience in life? This is his path, and he was not strong enough to survive the world. This is survival of the fittest.”
“That's…not…” he was at a los for words. “That is not for you to decide, Prada.”
“They chose their path, Maestro,” she said. “And now they don't want to live it. Just because you saved your Tiro a thousand times over does not meant I should do that same. I don't have to follow your path.”
“No,” he said. “You do not. But you do have to act with compassion.”
“I am,” she said. “My choice is compassion. Her choice of keeping him alive is not. I won't do it.”
He quivered with anger.
“Prada, you will do what I tell you,” he said. “As your Maestro, I make the choices for you until you take the tests.”
“I know,” Prada said. “I know.”
Chapter 6
“I thought you were staying the night,” Eliza said in surprise, when he went to say goodbye to her. “My love, you must exhausted.”
“I think even my twenty-year-old self would have been past exhausted at this point,” he replied. “But hopefully, this will be a large lead up with little to no excitement.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I need you to come back.”
“Of course, love,” he said, but she gave a little cough to get his attention. “Hmm?”
“I don't just want you to come back because I love you,” she said. “Although that is a reason.”
“Why do you want me to come back then?” he asked, thinking she was just teasing.
“I thought you might fancy being a prince,” she said.
His jaw dropped.
“I'm sorry?” he asked. “Eliza? What are you talking about?”
She sank onto the bed, glancing to make sure her grand bedroom door was closed.
“Having Sienna and Devon here...seeing Desmond and Mariah, all of them having took such courage for their love...it made me realize that marrying a witch would not be nearly as frowned upon as a mass exodus. My people would not like it...but they would get it over it and accept you. Life is short, and it grows shorter every day. I do not want to waste another day of it.”
He had nothing to say, sinking onto the bed beside her. “Are you serious? Do you know what I would have to do?”
“You would have to leave the order,” she said, as if it were matter of fact. “And I would risk my throne and change my bloodline, from Jeffro only to diversify, possibly providing the future Kings of Jeffro with magic, which means they could not sit on the throne. I am aware,” she said. “But I'd like to do it, anyways. If you would.”
He put a hand up to her face, hi
s thumb stroking her cheek. She was so beautiful, with plump pink lips, perfect skin, and long blond hair that he loved to tangle his hands in. He had loved her since the moment he met her. What baffled him was he always thought that they were on the same page. Some days, they talked about this wishfully, and some days they talked about knowing it could never happened. They had long ago decided that they weren't going to take this route any time soon and probably not ever.
“I know you know it's time. It's now or never. If we want to have children, we don't have much time.”
“I know,” he said. “I know. I just...I can't decide right now. And Prada has another three years on her training…”
“Three years will be too late,” she said.
“I know.” He buried his head in his hands. “Oh, Eliza, my love. I want to say yes so badly. But...”
“Go,” she said. “Go on your quest, whatever you decide will not affect that. You have a universe to save.”
“I always have a universe to save.” He stood up, kissing her on the head. “But I promise you I will be back soon, one way or another.”
“I love you,” she whispered to him.
“I love you, too,” he said, taking every ounce of willpower to leave the room.
His head was spinning as he met the others in the hanger. He tried to put on a serene face, but Desmond knew right away that there was something wrong.
“Should we discuss it?”
“Nope,” Nathaniel said. “Not unless you want Prada to screech the whole trip and Sienna to talk about fairy tales”
“Works for me,” Desmond answered, indicating the gangplank. “Think of food.”
“What?” he asked.
“If you think of food, they won't dive any deeper into your thoughts,” he said, and Nathaniel managed a smile.
“That's your trick, is it?” Nathaniel asked.
“Works every time,” Desmond said, as the gangplank came up. “I've told Sienna that she should start the IVs to block her magic from the wound, but she doesn't seem to want to.”
“I'd really prefer she be strong for this,” Nathaniel said. “But she's not our Tiro anymore. We can't force her into anything.”
“You can ask her, though,” Desmond said. Nathaniel sighed.
“Perhaps right now, I'll just make sure she and Prada don't kill each other,” he said. “Prada's a decent pilot, so I'll see if she wants to take over for now. I'm exhausted, by the way.”
“Did you come in today?” Desmond asked.
“We did, and it wasn't the easiest journey. But when you have a one Maestro to Tiro ratio, you don't have time off.”
“Call me if you need me,” Desmond said. “I'll remind you that I'm just a consultant on this.”
“Thank you, Maestro,” Nathaniel rolled his eyes as he went to find his Tiro.
It was another twelve hours to Dramoon, and he was grateful for the fact that he knew Desmond could pilot, as well as the fact that most of the approach to Dramoon was easy flying.
Prada was up front, already in the pilot's seat. He didn't say anything to her as he sank into the co-pilot's seat, checking her navigation route. As usual, it was spot on.
She was so smart, and such a perfectionist. Her value came in more than just brute strength. She would make one of the best witches there ever had been, if she could learn control.
“It's fine,” he said, to her silent demeanor. “You can lock it in.”
She began the process of locking the ship down, and making sure everyone was inside before she began take off. He barely needed to touch the controls, leaning back as they went into hyperspace.
Only when they were cruising did he speak.
“You can't do that again,” he said to her.
“Do what?” Prada asked, playing innocent
“Hurt Sienna. Or hurt anyone who is unharmed. That's a cardinal sin, Prada, and you know it. You can never use your magic for such causes , unless you want to cross the line.”
“You spent ten years training a Tiro who amounted to nothing,” Prada said to him., staring ahead at the space flashed by. “And now my training is affected by her still.”
“Your training is not affected by her,” Nathaniel said. “I am telling you not to harm the defenseless.”
“But she is not defenseless,” Prada said. “Is she?”
“No,” Nathaniel said quietly, trying to understand where she was coming from. “She wasn't. But she had chosen a different life, and so she is right now. I don't want an argument about it. It's simply unthinkable that you would argue this.”
“I was defenseless when my family was slaughtered around me,” she said. “How can defend the universe if we operate on a different perspective from them?”
“Because we do not stoop to the lowest common denominator,” he answered. “There are thieves in this world, but it does not mean we shouldn't pay for our meals. We are not murders, we are not soldiers. We are the defenders, the peace keepers, the voices for those who cannot speak for themselves.”
“Ironic, isn't it?” Prada asked him, and he saw a glimpse into her soul at that moment. Here, alone with him, she was free, safe, confident.
If he chose to marry Eliza, he would take all of that away from her.
Unless she could find a path that she felt just as safe on.
He only lasted an hour or two in the co-pilot seat before his eyes started to close. He knew they could safety get six or seven hours of sleep before they needed to take over manually again.
“Come on, Prada,” he said. “Get up and get some rest, or we'll both be useless.”
“No?” she said. “I'm not tired.”
“Again, I'm your Maestro, and I call the shots,” he said. “I promise you no one is going to bother you.”
She gave in to this, getting up stiffly. He made sure they were set on autopilot, and then pointed her toward some of the sleep quarters Reaching out, he could feel that Desmond was asleep.
What was that life like? Without a Tiro to worry about? Comfortable in the knowledge of the next time he would see his love? Relaxing? Not following a strict set of rules that meant his every breath was dedicated to the magic.
It was a life he couldn't even dream of.
Sienna was curled up on a windowsill in the cafeteria, watching the dark sky go by. They were going too fast to see anything useful, but it was still a bit mesmerized
“I remember when you hated space,” he said quietly so as to not startle her. “It was cold, and you didn't like the vastness.”
“I still don't,” she replied. “But I've started to wonder what else is out there.”
“We know what is out there,” Nathaniel replied. “So many others, planets, universes.”
“But what's beyond that?” She asked. “Where do we go when we die? Into the magic, yes, but where? Is there other consciousness?”
“We just go into the magic,” he answered.. “We are all around.”
“Are we?” she asked, picking at a thread on her skirt. “Even for those of us who don't have magic any =more?”
“Sienna,” he said, softly. “We are not immortal.”
“We can be,” she said, her eyes dazzling as they whizzed passed a sun. “If I could have figured out how to contain my magic to...”
“No, little one,” he said. “We are not meant to be immortal. That goes against Nature.”
“So did I,” she said.
He sighed.
“You defied all the odds,” he said. “And now we're going to do it again in Dramoon, hmm?”
“Yes,” she said, after a moment. “If we can.”
“We will,” he assured her. “Think of it as another adventure. Another quest. But you have to stay strong, all right? We will all be in danger if you are weak. We can fight, Prada and I, but no one can communicate with them. We need you.”
“What do you think would have happened?” she asked. “If Desmond had set up a school there, for warriors?”
“I don't kno
w,” he said. “Whether we would have had a whole generation of witches who were little more than soldiers or whether it would have united the galaxy. I guess is wasn't a path we were meant to take. How's your arm?”
“It's all right,” she said, pulling her sleeve down. It made him suspicious, and he reached out, pulling up her sleeve.
It was indeed, all right. Almost fully healed, which he knew was impossible without magical intervention.
“Sienna!” he cried.
“You wanted me to be strong,” she said. “Besides, I wanted to practice. Just in case you needed me.”
“That's not why you are practicing,” he said.
“Nathaniel, I'm fine,” she said. “Really, I feel fine.”
“That's because the meds are still in your system,” he said. “You may not remember what it was like, Sienna, you were young…but I remember how terrible it was.”
“I remember how terrible it was,” she said. “I remember throwing up throughout half my childhood. I'm not eager to repeat it.”
“Good,” he said. “Then trust we can take care of you, one last time.”
“One last time.” She smiled. “I will treasure that.”
Chapter 7
“MAESTRO!”
“AH!” Nathaniel sat bolt upright. “Sienna. Prada. What?”
Desmond was the one leaning on his door way, with a smile.
“I just thought I'd do that to you, and see what happened.”
“Have I mentioned lately that I despise you?” Nathaniel rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What do you want?”
“We're here,” Desmond said. “Landed a few minutes ago, in a field, and so far our presence has gone unnoticed. But we may want to exit soon to not look like we are doing anything suspicious.”
“Why didn't you wake me sooner?” Nathaniel asked, still groggy. “Ugh. I need to…Are they all right?”
“As far as I know,” Desmond said. “I haven't seen your new one in an hour or so, but Sienna was taking a shower and eating breakfast.”
“Remember when getting her to eat breakfast was a civil war?” Nathaniel answered, as he threw off the blankets. “Those were the days when life was simpler in a way.”
“Simpler?” Desmond said in surprise “I hate to ask what you are currently going through if that was a simpler time.”
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