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Huntress, Black Dawn, Witchlight

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by L. J. Smith


  “The end of the world,” Iliana said.

  “Yes. I can show you the evidence if you want. There are all sorts of things happening right now that prove it. The world is falling into disorder, and pretty soon it’s going to fall apart. But the reason we need you is because of the prophecies.”

  “I want to go home.”

  I bet you do, Keller thought. For a moment, she felt complete sympathy for the girl. “Like this.” She quoted:

  “Four to stand between the light and the shadow,

  Four of blue fire, power in their blood.

  Born in the year of the blind Maiden’s vision;

  Four less one and darkness triumphs.”

  “I really don’t know what you’re talking about—”

  “Four Wild Powers,” Keller went on relentlessly. “Four people with a special gift, something nobody else has. Each one of them born seventeen years ago. If Circle Daybreak can get all four of them to work together—and only if Circle Daybreak can get them to work together—then we can hold off the darkness.”

  Iliana was shaking her head, edging away even from Galen. Behind Keller, Winnie and Nissa stood up, closing in. They faced her in a solid block, unified.

  “I’m sorry,” Keller said. “You can’t escape it. You’re part of it. You’re a Wild Power.”

  “And you should be happy,” Winnie burst out, unable to contain herself any longer. “You’re going to help save the world. You know that thing I did back in the Hallmark shop? With the orange fire?” She cupped her hands. “Well, you’re full of blue fire. And that’s so much stronger—nobody even knows what it can do.”

  Iliana put out her hands. “I’m sorry. I really am. But you guys are nuts, and you’ve got the wrong person. I mean, I don’t know, maybe you’re not completely nuts. The things that happened back at that store…” She stopped and gulped. “But I don’t have anything to do with it.” She shut her eyes, as if that would bring the real world into focus. “I’m not any Wild Power,” she said more firmly. “I’m just a human kid—”

  “Actually, no,” Nissa said.

  “You’re a lost witch,” Winnie cut in. “You’re a Harman. A Hearth-Woman. That’s the most famous family of witches; they’re like—they’re royalty. And you’re the most famous of all of them. You’re the Witch Child. We’ve been waiting for you.”

  Keller shifted. “Winnie, maybe we don’t need to tell her all of this right now.”

  But Winnie was racing on. “You’re the one who’s going to unite the shapeshifters and the witches. You’re going to marry a prince of the shapeshifters, and then we’re all going to be like this.” She held up two intertwined fingers.

  Iliana stared at her. “I’m only seventeen. I’m not marrying anybody.”

  “Well, you can do a promise ceremony; that’s binding. The witches would accept it, and I think the shapeshifters would.” She glanced at Keller for confirmation.

  Keller pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m just a grunt; I can’t speak for the ’shifters.”

  Winnie was already turning back to Iliana, her curls shaking with earnestness. “Really, you know,” she said, “it’s incredibly important. Right now, the Night World is split. Vampires on one side, witches on the other. And the shapeshifters—well, they could go either way. And that’s what could determine the battle.”

  “Look—”

  “The witches and the shapeshifters haven’t been allies for thirty thousand—”

  “I don’t care!”

  Full-blown hysteria.

  It was about as scary as a six-week-old kitten hissing, but it was the best raving Iliana could manage. Both her small fists were clenched, and her face and throat were flushed.

  “I don’t care about the shapeshifters or the witches. I’m just a normal kid with a normal life, and I want to go home! I don’t know anything about fighting. Even if I believed all this stuff, I couldn’t help you. I hate PE; I’m totally uncoordinated. I get sick when I see blood. And—” She looked around and made an inarticulate sound of exasperation. “And I lost my purse.”

  Keller stood up. “Forget your purse.”

  “It had my mom’s credit card in it. She’s going to kill me if I come home without that. I just—where’s my purse?”

  “Look, you little idiot,” Keller said. “Worry about your mother, not about her credit card.”

  Iliana backed up a step. Even in the middle of a hysterical fit, she was beautiful beyond words. Strands of angel-fine hair stuck to her flushed, wet cheeks. Her eyes were dark as twilight, shadowed by heavy lashes—and they wouldn’t quite meet Keller’s.

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Yes, you do. Where’s your mom going to be when the end of the world comes? Is a credit card going to save her then?”

  Iliana was in a corner now. Keller could hear both Nissa and Winnie making warning noises. She knew herself that this was the wrong way to get someone on their side. But patience wasn’t one of Keller’s great virtues. Neither was keeping her temper.

  “Let’s see,” Galen said, and his voice was like cool water flowing through the room. “Maybe we could take a little break—”

  “I don’t need advice from you,” Keller snapped. “And if this little idiot is too stupid to understand that she can’t turn her back on this, we have to show her.”

  “I’m not an idiot!”

  “Then you’re just a big baby? Scared?”

  Iliana sputtered again. But there was unexpected fire in her violet eyes as she did it. She was looking right at Keller now, and for a moment Keller thought that there might be a breakthrough.

  Then she heard a noise.

  Her ears picked it up before either Winnie’s or Nissa’s. A car on the street outside.

  “Company,” Keller said. She noticed that Galen had stiffened. Had he heard it?

  Winnie was moving to stand behind the door; Nissa slipped as quietly as a shadow to the window. It was dark outside now, and vampire eyes were good at night.

  “Blue car,” Nissa said softly. “Looks like them inside.”

  “Who?” Iliana said.

  Keller gestured at her to be quiet. “Winnie?”

  “I have to wait until they cross the wards.” A pause, then she broke into a smile. “It’s her!”

  “Who?” Iliana said. “I thought nobody was supposed to know we were here.”

  Good thinking. Logical, Keller thought. “This is someone I called. Someone who came all the way from Nevada and has been waiting to see you.” She went to the door.

  It took a few minutes for the people in the car to get out—they moved slowly. Keller could hear the crunch of footsteps and the sound of a cane. She opened the door.

  There was no light outside; the figures approaching were in shadow until they actually reached the threshold.

  The woman who stepped in was old. So old that anyone’s first thought on first seeing her was How can she still be alive? Her skin was creased into what seemed like hundreds of translucent folds. Her hair was pure white and almost as fine as Iliana’s, but there wasn’t much of it. Her already tiny figure was stooped almost double. She walked with a cane in one hand and the other tucked into the arm of a nondescript young man.

  But the eyes that met Keller’s were anything but senile. They were bright and almost steely, gray with just the faintest touch of lavender.

  “The Goddess’s bright blessings on you all,” she said, and smiled around the room.

  It was Winnie who answered. “We’re honored by your presence—Grandma Harman.”

  In the background, Iliana demanded plaintively for the third time, “Who?”

  “She’s your great-great-aunt,” Winnie said, her voice quiet with awe. “And the oldest of the Harmans. She’s the Crone of all the Witches.”

  Iliana muttered something that might have been, “She looks like it.”

  Keller stepped in before Winnie could attack her. She introduced everyone. Grandma Harman’s keen eyes f
lickered when Galen’s turn came, but she merely nodded.

  “This is my apprentice and driver, Toby,” she told them. “He goes everywhere with me, so you can speak freely in front of him.”

  Toby helped her to the couch, and everyone else sat, too—except Iliana, who stubbornly stayed in her corner.

  “How much have you told her?” Grandma Harman asked.

  “Almost everything,” Keller said.

  “And?”

  “She—isn’t quite certain.”

  “I am certain,” Iliana piped up. “I want to go home.”

  Grandma Harman extended a knobby hand toward her. “Come here, child. I want to take a look at my great-great-niece.”

  “I’m not your great-great-niece,” Iliana said. But with those steely-but-soft eyes fixed on her, she took one step forward.

  “Of course you are; you just don’t know it. Do you realize, you’re the image of my mother when she was your age? And I’ll bet your great-grandmother looked like her, too.” Grandma Harman patted the couch beside her. “Come here. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Edgith, and your great-grandmother was my little sister, Elspeth.”

  Iliana blinked slowly. “Great-Grandmother Elspeth?”

  “It was almost ninety years ago that I last saw her. It was just before the First World War. She and our baby brother, Emmeth, were separated from the rest of the family. We all thought they were dead, but they were being raised in England. They grew up and had children there, and eventually some of those children came to America. Without ever suspecting their real heritage, of course. It’s taken us a long time to track down their descendants.”

  Iliana had taken another involuntary step. She seemed fascinated by what the old woman was saying. “Mom always talked about Great-Grandmother Elspeth. She was supposed to be so beautiful that a prince fell in love with her.”

  “Beauty has always run in our family,” Grandma Harman said carelessly. “Beauty beyond comparison, ever since the days of Hellewise Hearth-Woman, our foremother. But that isn’t the important thing about being a Harman.”

  “It isn’t?” Iliana said doubtfully.

  “No.” The old woman banged her cane. “The important thing, child, is the art. Witchcraft. You are a witch, Iliana; it’s in your blood. It always will be. And you’re the gift of the Harmans in this last fight. Now, listen carefully.” Staring at the far wall, she recited slowly and deliberately:

  “One from the land of kings long forgotten;

  One from the hearth which still holds the spark;

  One from the Day World where two eyes are watching;

  One from the twilight to be one with the dark.”

  Even when she had finished, the words seemed to hang in the air of the room. No one spoke.

  Iliana’s eyes had changed. She seemed to be looking inside herself, at something only she could see. It was as if deeply buried memories were stirring.

  “That’s right,” Grandma Harman said softly. “You can feel the truth of what I’m telling you. It’s all there, the instinct, the art, if you just let it come out. Even the courage is there.”

  Suddenly, the old woman’s voice was ringing. “You’re the spark in the poem, Iliana. The hope of the witches. Now, what do you say? Are you going to help us beat the darkness or not?”

  CHAPTER 5

  Everything hung in the balance, and for a moment Keller thought that they had won. Iliana’s face looked different, older and more clearly defined. For all her flower-petal prettiness, she had a strong little chin.

  But she didn’t say anything, and her eyes were still hazy.

  “Toby,” Grandma Harman said abruptly. “Put in the video.”

  Her apprentice went to the VCR. Keller stared at the tape in his hand, her heart picking up speed.

  A video. Could that be what she thought it was?

  “What you’re about to see is—well, let’s just say it’s very secret,” Grandma Harman said to Iliana as the apprentice fiddled with the controls. “So secret that there’s only one tape of it, and that stays locked up in Circle Daybreak headquarters at all times. I’m the only person I trust to carry it around. All right, Toby, play it.”

  Iliana looked at the TV apprehensively. “What is it?”

  The old woman smiled at her. “Something the enemy would really like to see. It’s a record of the other Wild Powers—in action.”

  The first scene on the tape was live news coverage of a fire. A little girl was trapped in a second-story apartment, and the flames were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, the tape went into slow motion, and a blue flash lit the screen. When the flash died away, the fire was out.

  “The blue fire,” Grandma Harman said. “The first Wild Power we found did that, smothered those ordinary flames with a single thought. That’s just one example of what it can do.”

  The next scene was of a dark-haired young man. This one was obviously deliberately filmed; the boy was looking directly into the camera. He took a knife from his belt and very coolly made a cut on his left wrist. Blood welled up in the wound and dripped to the ground.

  “The second Wild Power,” Grandma Harman said. “A vampire prince.”

  The boy turned and held out the arm that was bleeding. The camera focused on a large boulder about thirty feet away. And then the tape went into slow motion again, and Keller could actually see the blue fire shoot out from his hand.

  It started as a burst, but what followed was a steady stream. It was so bright that the camera couldn’t deal with it; it bleached out the rest of the picture. But when it hit the rock, there was no doubt about what happened.

  The two-ton boulder exploded into gravel.

  When the dust settled, there was only a charred crater in the ground. The dark-haired boy looked back at the camera, then shrugged and targeted another boulder. He wasn’t even sweating.

  Keller’s breath came out involuntarily. Her heart was pounding, and she knew her eyes were glittering. She saw Galen glance sideways at her but ignored him.

  Power like that, she thought. I never really imagined it. If I had that power, the things I could do with it…

  Before she could help herself, she had turned to Iliana.

  “Don’t you see? That’s what you’ll bring to our side if you choose to fight with us. That’s what’s going to give us a chance against them. You have to do it, don’t you understand?”

  It was the wrong thing to say. Iliana’s reaction to the video had been completely different from Keller’s own. She was staring at the TV as if she were watching open-heart surgery. Unsuccessful open-heart surgery.

  “I don’t…I can’t do anything like that!”

  “Iliana—”

  “And I don’t want to! No. Look.” A veil seemed to have dropped down behind Iliana’s beautiful eyes. She was facing Keller, but Keller wondered if she actually saw anything. She spoke rapidly, almost frantically.

  “You said you had to talk to me, so I listened. I even watched your—your special effects stuff.” She waved a hand at the screen where the boy was blowing up more boulders. “But now it’s over, and I’m going home. This is all—I don’t know. It’s all too weird for me! I’m telling you, I can’t do that kind of thing. You’re looking at the wrong person.”

  “We looked at all your cousins first,” Grandma Harman said. “Thea and Blaise. Gillian, who was a lost witch like yourself. Even poor Sylvia, who was seduced over to the enemy side. But it was none of them. Then we found you.” She leaned forward, trying to hold Iliana with her eyes. “You have to accept it, child. It’s a great responsibility and a great burden, but no one else can do it for you. Come and take your place with us.”

  Iliana wasn’t listening.

  It was as simple as that. Keller could almost see the words bouncing off her. And her eyes…

  Not a veil, Keller thought. A wall had dropped down. It had slammed into place, and Iliana was hiding behind it.

  “If I don’t get home soon, my mother’s going to go
crazy. I just ran out for a few minutes to get some gold stretchy ribbon—you know, the kind that has like a rubber band inside? It seems like I’m always looking for that. We have some from last year, but it’s already tied, and it won’t fit on the presents I’m doing.”

  Keller stared at her, then cast a glance heavenward. She could see the others staring, too. Winnie’s mouth was hanging open. Nissa’s eyebrows were in her hair. Galen looked dismayed.

  Grandma Harman said, “If you won’t accept your responsibilities as a Wild Power, will you at least do your duty as the Witch Child? The winter solstice is next Saturday. On that night, there’s going to be a meeting of the shapeshifters and the witches. If we can show them a promise ceremony between you and the son of the First House of the shapeshifters, the shapeshifters will join us.”

  Keller half expected Iliana to explode. And in the deepest recesses of her own heart, she wouldn’t really have blamed her. She could understand Iliana losing it and saying, What do you think you’re doing, waltzing in and trying to hitch me up to some guy I’ve never met? Asking me to fight is one thing, but ordering me to marry—giving me away like some object—that’s another.

  But Iliana didn’t say anything like that. She said, “And I’ve still got so many presents to wrap, and I’m not anywhere near done shopping. Plus, this week at school is going to be completely crazy. And Saturday, that’s the night Jaime and Brett Ashton-Hughes are having their birthday party. I can’t miss that.”

  Keller lost it.

  “What is wrong with you? Are you deaf or just stupid?”

  Iliana talked right over her. “They’re twins, you know. And I think Brett kind of likes me. Their family is really rich, and they live in this big house, and they only invite a few people to their parties. All the girls have crushes on him. Brett, I mean.”

  “No,” Keller answered her own question. “You’re just the most selfish, spoiled little brat I’ve ever met!”

  “Keller,” Nissa said quietly. ‘It’s no good. The harder you push her, the more she goes into denial.”

  Keller let out her breath. She knew that it was true, but she had never been more frustrated in her life.

 

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