Family Reunion 12-04

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“Seriously, how cool is this?” The blond boy spread his arms while spinning in an enthusiastic circle. “I’m home!” He paused then before raising his voice to echo through the trees. “I said, I’m home!” His voice turned into a giddy laugh that was almost hysterical. “Home. God damn. I’m home. I’m home.”

“How—what–when–what–” Those and similar words fell out of my mouth without any further input from my brain, which was busy running in circles while screaming. I almost reflexively lowered my hand from where it was shielding the important bits from my field of view, only catching myself at the last second. My vocal confusion finally settled itself on a single, properly summarizing word. “Huh?”

Tristan, for his part, was still grinning incorrigibly. He was clearly enjoying my reaction, and let it continue for a few seconds before giving me a quick salute. “So you remember me after all.” He paused briefly then before adding in a thoughtful tone. “Though I guess it hasn’t been that long for you, huh?”

“A… a…” I worked my mouth, trying to find the right thing to say. “No, it’s only been a couple weeks. It was—you were just–” I stopped, taking a breath before shaking my head. “How, Tristan? What are you doing here, how are you here, what happened, where did you come from, why are you older now?”

“It’s a, uh, kind of a long story,” Tristan admitted. “But the gist of it is, it’s been years for me, not for you. It’s because of the spell thing that kept rebounding me back over there. The short version is that I needed an anchor to get here and actually stay so that I don’t get snapped back to the other dimension again. We had to choose an anchor that I had a close connection to that was already in this dimension.”

“Me,” I realized immediately. “You used me for the anchor. That’s why you were—wait, that was you in that meteor? You almost killed me! Who taught you how to pilot your plummeting space rock?”

He had the grace to look a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Sorry about that. I was supposed to land near you after it locked on. But the whole crossing the interdimensional barrier thing must’ve taken a lot out of me. I passed out, lost control, woke up over there after crashing.”

“And you’re naked,” I pointed out in spite of myself. “What part of interdimensional travel requires you not to wear pants? Because I did my own version of it, and I distinctly remember keeping my pants.”

His smile never faltered, and the boy made no real move to cover himself. “Sorry, yeah, like I said, it has to do with the system they used to shoot me here. Nick and the Meregan said I had to be as—uh, natural as possible. I think their exact words were ‘as you were born from your mother, no more.’”

I seriously doubted that he had come out of his mother looking like he did now, but I got the gist of it. Still, I hesitated before asking, “And why are you showing up here in the past—I mean your past—I mean-you know what I mean. Why exactly has it been years for you, but only a couple weeks for me?”

Running a hand back through his (somehow artfully mussed) blond hair, Tristan explained. “Yeah, see, like I said before, we had to use you as an anchor. Except, the you that I remembered, the you that I had an actual connection with, was from a few years earlier. A lot of things can change in that time. Especially Heretics. Your whole lives, powers, everything can change. So we had to anchor me to the you that I remembered, not the you that will exist in a few years. Uh, shit, does that make any sense?”

I opened my mouth while starting to shake my head, then stopped and considered. “You know, if I just accept that that sort of thing is possible, then I guess it makes as much sense as anything else does.”

“Oh good,” the boy announced with a grin. “Because they also gave me a much more complicated and technical reason, but I kinda stopped listening after a couple sentences because it involved math.”

“Right, uh, um, why– never mind.” I shook my head. “Could you just—I don’t suppose you could find a big leaf or something and cover yourself while I figure out how to get some help out–” My eyes widened then, and I grabbed for my pocket. “The stick!” After feeling around through both pockets, I groaned. “Oh god, it must’ve fallen out when I was in the river. I don’t suppose you happened to find a completely ordinary-looking stick when you pulled me out and picked it up for no apparent reason?”

Tristan, who had at least moved over behind a nearby boulder that covered him from about the waist up, shook his head. “Uh, nope. Not really in the stick collecting business. Why, was it a cool one?”

“It was a magic one,” I retorted. “As in, the guy escorting us on this field trip was using it to track us if we got separated from the group. I was supposed to break it if I got lost. You know, like right now.”

“Oh, right!” Tristan snapped his fingers. “This is that uh, island place, huh?” He looked around the small clearing that we’d ended up in before whistling low. “This is awesome. This is so freaking awesome. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to come back to Earth, how many times I dreamed about it? This is insane. I mean, sure, it’s no Baskin-Robbins or Burger King—oh god, I remember Burger King. I would kill for a Whopper. But you know, this is pretty cool too. It’s Earth.”

Clearly, Tristan was too excited about being back on Earth to really think straight. I guess I really couldn’t blame him, after all the time he’d spent trapped away from here. I’d be pretty excited too.

“Okay, my pack,” I realized then. “Did you see my pack anywhere? I had it on me when I fell in.”

“Oh yeah,” he perked up even more, pointing behind me. “I think I saw it caught on that rock over there, where those bushes are. Hang on, I’ll grab it.” He started to come out from behind the rock.

“No, no, that’s fine.” I quickly shook my head before going to get the pack myself. Dragging it out of the river while doing my best to avoid anything that might bite me, I hauled the soaked thing up onto the embankment. Thankfully, the pack was water proof, so the stuff inside still looked pretty dry.

“Here,” I hauled a pair of sweatpants out of the pack and threw them over to the boulder that Tristan was standing behind. “Put those on, then we can see about sending off a signal so they know where–”

That was about as far as I got, while Tristan had just taken the sweatpants from the rock where they’d landed, before a whistling sound filled interrupted. I had just blinked up at the sound, barely noticing it. Tristan, meanwhile, somehow managed to drop the pants that he had been holding and spun toward the trees opposite the riverbank while his hand snapped up. The whistling sound stopped, and Tristan was standing there with some kind of dart caught between two fingers where he’d snatched it out of the air.

My eyes were wide, and I was already snatching the staff from its place on my belt when a familiar voice bellowed throughout the clearing, “Step away from the student immediately, assassin!”

Pivoting on one heel, my eyes widened at the sight of Wyatt. He had just emerged from the trees, hand extended toward the boy with a silver machete. The blade was giving off some kind of violet sparks.

Before I could say anything, Wyatt had already put himself beside me with the machete held up defensively. “Did you really think you could abduct one of the students in my care and bring her here to… to…” Trailing off, the man looked back at me, then toward Tristan. His eyes seemed to take in the sweatpants laying on the rock where the boy had dropped them, then the fact Tristan was clearly naked.

After processing all of that, I swore actual steam must’ve come out of Wyatt’s ears. His face turned red, and he actually started to move that way while lifting the blade. “You foul-minded, dirty piece of–”
“Wyatt!” I quickly grabbed his arm before he could go any further (or do anything with that weapon). “It’s okay, it’s all right! It’s not like that. I gave him pants to wear because he didn’t have any. It’s okay!”

“Yeah, dude.” Tristan was holding his hands up, palms out. “I come in peace. Well, I mean, I guess the actual arrival part wasn’t all that peaceful. But that was an accident, I swear. I’m not such a bad guy. Actually,” he added with a roguish grin, “I have it on good authority that I’m pretty cool when you get to know me.” Flipping the dart expertly through his fingers before setting it carefully on the boulder, he then asked, “Is it all right if I put the pants on now? I think it’d make Flick a lot more comfortable.”

“Are you sure you’re not just traumatized?” Wyatt demanded, his eyes expressing honest concern. “Because if this pretty boy has hurt you in any way while you’re under my care, I will make sure he…”

I shook my head quickly. “No, I promise, it’s fine. It’s—it’s a long story, but he’s not an enemy. He’s not. He’s just… like I said, very long story. But how did you find us? Where are Koren and Deveron?”

“Right here.” The answer came not from Wyatt, but from Deveron himself. He and Koren emerged from the bushes where Wyatt had come from. I noticed that Deveron was actually standing a bit in front of Koren, as if shielding her from Tristan. He had a hand on her arm to keep her behind him, while his other hand held that pistol of his. He was glaring in the other boy’s direction. “Are you all right, Flick?”

That was… kind of weird. He actually sounded concerned, like he was genuinely worried about me.

“I’m fine. Really.” I managed to restrain myself from injecting any kind of sarcasm about his attitude. As annoying as he’d been pretty much all semester, right now really didn’t seem like the time for it.

By that point, Tristan had managed to get the sweatpants on, and came out from behind the rock with his hands raised. “See, dudes? It’s all good. Flick and me, we’re old friends. No harm, no foul.”

“No harm?” Deveron echoed. A second later, he literally teleported. A cloud of smoke appeared where he had been, while the boy himself appeared in front of Tristan. His fist lashed out to deck Tristan, knocking the boy to the ground. Meanwhile, Deveron shouted, “You almost hit her with a meteor!”

I was frozen in surprise. Wyatt and Koren seemed to be as well. Tristan, however, caught himself on one hand as he fell while lashing out with a kick that caught Deveron at the leg. “It was an accident!”

Deveron rolled with the fall, practically bouncing back to his feet. The pistol had vanished from his hand as he grabbed Tristan by the shoulder when the boy flipped back to his own feet. “An accident?” he demanded, the anger in his voice only rising. “It was an accident? She fell off the bridge! She could’ve drowned, she could’ve hit her head! Something else could have found her, and your excuse is that it was an accident?” He cocked back his fist again, clearly ready to swing and not stop swinging.

“Whoa, whoa!” Lunging that way, I put myself between the two of them, pushing one hand against Deveron’s shoulder while putting my other arm against Tristan’s chest. “Okay, okay, I’ll back off a little on the whole ‘you suck as a mentor’ thing, just calm down for a second. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone. This is all just one big misunderstanding. So let’s take a step back and breathe, all right? Breathe.”

Both of them stepped away from each other, Deveron lowering his hand after a few tense seconds. His eyes, however, were still narrowed suspiciously at the other boy. “Fine. Who the hell are you, then?”

“That,” Wyatt announced while coming forward to join Deveron, “is what I would like to know. Explain yourselves.” His eyes moved from Tristan to me, squinting a little as his suspicion returned. “If this wasn’t an attack, what was it? Some incredibly ill-conceived attempt to meet up for illicit nookie?”

My eyes widened at that and I blurted, “No! Just—no, it’s—okay, remember…” Hesitating as I thought of how much I could possibly explain, I finally just shook my head. “Remember how Headmistress Sinclaire sent us out on that special mission for our monthly hunt? Tristan here was a part of it. She knows him, okay? The headmistress knows him. You don’t have to take my word for it, she’ll vouch for him. So we just get him to her office, or get her out here, or whatever, and you’ll see. He’s not a threat.”

Wyatt looked doubtful for a few seconds, but finally nodded. From his pocket, he withdrew a short metal rod, only about as long as my index finger and slightly thicker than a pencil. There were runes etched into the side of it. Rubbing his thumb over the runes, the man murmured something under his breath. One by one, each of the symbols began to glow silver, then blue before fading back to normal.

“There,” he announced. “The headmistress should be here shortly. Then we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Sounds good to me, man,” Tristan put in, adjusting the sweatpants slightly. They were really far too small for him, but at least they helped a little bit. “Just as long as that dude doesn’t punch me again.”

Before Deveron could retort, I interrupted by clearing my throat pointedly. Focusing on Wyatt, I asked, “Seriously, how did you find me so quick? I lost that stick you gave me when I fell in the water.”

Wyatt scoffed. “Weren’t you listening this morning, Chambers? I told you, always have a back-up plan. Did you really think I’d take anyone into the jungle and only have one way of finding them if something went wrong? Especially you with all the trouble you keep finding.” The scrawny man gave me a buck-toothed smile. “I planted three different trackers on you before we even started this hike.”

After staring at the man for a few seconds, I shook myself. “Uh, wow. I mean, good. Yeah, good.”

Deveron and Wyatt were both standing between me and Tristan. It was obvious that they weren’t going to let me anywhere near the guy until Gaia showed up to sort this whole thing out. So I focused on Koren instead, stepping that way before lowering my voice. “Are you okay? I um, I sort of heard you scream just before everything went dark back there.”

She was staring at me, her voice lowered to a hiss. “Am I okay? You fell off a cliff into a river in the middle of the jungle. Of course I was screaming, I thought I—I thought you were gonna—I…” She trailed off, fidgeting a little before folding her arms tightly across her stomach. Her voice was a very low whisper, so quiet that I could barely hear her even as close as we were. “I was worried about you.”

Smiling in spite of myself at that, I teased her just a little bit. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.”

Koren flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t know if I like you or not,” she sniffed at me. “You’re weird. But you’re–” She stopped then, glancing to the others who were all staring at each other before settling on a simple, “You’re my classmate. And as my classmate, I really don’t want you to get hurt. Or worse. It’s not about whether I like you or not, it’s about wanting my classmates to be safe.”

I grinned back at her, but just as my mouth opened to say something, another voice spoke up. “I am seriously considering confining you to the school grounds, Miss Chambers,” Gaia announced while stepping into view. Her words might have come off as harsh if it wasn’t for her light tone that took it from a serious lecture to easy teasing (even if she did have a point). “You seem incapable of going anywhere without attracting a frankly incredible amount of… interest.”

I shrugged at the woman. “Hey, I was in my dorm room when Ammon showed up.”

Her face grimaced at the reminder before she focused on the boy. Unlike me, she recognized him immediately. “Tristan,” the woman spoke sharply. “How–” Stopping herself, she looked him up and down. “I assume Nicholas finally agreed to have you educated here, rather than as part of his team.”

“Uh-” Tristan started, looking briefly blank before he caught himself. “Nick, yeah, he sent me back here. Said this was the best place to go.”

“Well,” Gaia pursed her lips, looking him up and down. “You could have found a better way of announcing yourself. Nicholas’s method of… travel has always lacked subtlety. And I told him that if he wanted you to join this school, it needed to be at the beginning of the year.”

Sighing as she shook her head, the woman gestured. “Come then, we’ll discuss this in my office and see if we can sort things out from there.” To me, she added, “I’d like you to come there as well, Felicity, but a bit later. I’ll send for you once I’ve had a chance to speak to Tristan here and sort out his immediate future.”

“I’ll uh, return your pants later, Flick.” Tristan offered, giving me a casual wave and wink before he moved after the headmistress.

Before they left, Gaia looked back to us. “Other than this… excitement, I trust your hike has been educational?”

Wyatt snapped himself into a full salute, banging his hand off his forehead sharply. “Yes, ma’am!” Belatedly, he added, “Wait, does this mean you’re not making me bring them in?”

Gaia shrugged, looking to me and Koren. “Are you ready to come in?”

The two of us looked at one another before shaking our heads. I looked toward Deveron, then to Wyatt before returning my gaze to the headmistress. “No, ma’am. I mean, I mean, I got a bit soaked, but I should dry pretty–” The headmistress waved her hand, and I was immediately perfectly dry. “–fast?”

“Good,” Gaia announced with a slight smile. “Tristan’s arrival, while surprising, was not an attack of any sort. I see no reason to force your trip to come to a stop just yet, if all of you are willing to continue. It will take several hours to deal with Tristan in any case. We will have to… speak with the Committee about things.”

Wyatt rubbed his hands together. “I thought we were going to have to be done for the day, but if you… if you girls really do want to keep going…” The poor guy looked at us uncertainly and nervously. It made me want to hug him.

“Sure, a little meteor attack isn’t enough to make me give up on a jungle hike,” I replied while glancing at Koren. “You’re still up for it too, right?”

The other girl nodded. “If Flick isn’t quitting after that, I’m definitely not quitting.”

“Excellent,” Gaia announced. “Then I look forward to hearing about your trip later on, girls. Come, Tristan. You and I have much to discuss.”

She took the boy with her then, and I promised to meet up with him later so we could talk. There were, to put it mildly, a lot of things I wanted to ask him. But I couldn’t do it right there.

That always seemed to be the way things went, didn’t it? I was out here in the middle of the jungle, almost as private as we could possibly get, with my half-brother, my niece, and… some guy who clearly had a connection to my mother. And I was still coming up with reasons not to open up to them, not to just flat out talk about what we all knew. Maybe I should stop doing that. Maybe I should stop letting things stop me from talking things out. Maybe enough was enough…

“Well now,” Wyatt looked even more eager than he had before. “I didn’t expect to get down into this area yet, but there’s a very interesting little nest of–”

“Wait,” I spoke without fully meaning to, my mouth getting ahead of my brain. As the other three looked at me, I blanched a little but pressed on. “I think there’s something a lot more important that we need to do while we’re out here. Gaia didn’t just leave us here to go on a tour, as cool as the tour is. She wanted us to talk. She wanted us to really talk.”

Slowly, I turned to look at Deveron. “But you’re the problem,” I said bluntly, staring at him. His advice just before  Tristan’s arrival, and how he’d reacted to the boy himself, was completely at odds with the way he’d been behaving through most of the semester. So which one was real?

“You know more than you’re saying. I know that much. But I don’t know if I can trust you,” I informed him. “Give me one reason to, just one reason to think you’re more than the piece of shit, lazy son of a bitch mentor. Say one thing that could make me give you another chance. And I swear to god, if you make a crack, if you dismiss this, if you do anything but give me something honest, I don’t care what your reasoning is. I will not listen to you again.”

“Chambers,” Wyatt started. “What the heck are you–”

Deveron spoke then, his gaze never leaving mine. He gave me the answer I’d asked for, the simple words to make me listen to him and prove he was taking it seriously.

“Joselyn Atherby is my wife.”

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  1. I think that’s an appropriate ending for our 100th chapter, don’t you?

    Yup, that’s right, people. That, including the mini-interludes, is 100 chapters for Heretical Edge. It’s also a little over 330 thousand words at this point. 😀

    … And we’re not quite through the first semester. If I’d been writing Harry Potter, the last book probably would’ve been a million words long, at this rate.

    Aaaanyway! I hope you guys are enjoying the story. There’s (obviously) more twists to come very soon. I hope those of you who thought that I was going to use Tristan’s arrival as an excuse to not have these four talk things out after all are pleasantly surprised.

    If you do like the story and would like to keep up your votes for it at Top Web Fiction to bring us up the rankings a little (it absolutely does help bring in new readers), you can do so by clicking right here! Thanks, really. Every vote makes me feel even better about sharing this story with you guys. And I already feel pretty damn awesome about it, thanks to all of you.

    Today’s tags, for those who are on mobile, are: Deveron Adams, Felicity Chambers, First Words Of The Next Chapter: ‘Another Meteor Immediately Blew Everyone Up’, Flick, Gaia Sinclaire, Gaia’s Been Around The Block Enough Times To Just Roll With ‘Former Little Boy Crosses Dimensions And Time Travels.’, Koren Fellows, Tristan Moon, Wyatt Rendell

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  2. Ohhhhhh god damn. Now that’s what I call a chapter ending. Clearly Deveron has finished re-evaluating his plan, because there’s no way he would have answered that question at the start of the year.

    And this next chapter is going to be iiiiiinteresting because it truly is a family reunion. Wyatt is the only one who doesn’t actually know anyone there is related; Koren and Flick have the same, now-effectively-complete puzzle, and Deveron always knew everything.

    Congratulations on 100 chapters. I can’t actually believe they’ve gone by that quickly.

    Here’s to a hundred more! (because I’d like to get to the end of next week in-story XD)

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  3. ““A… a…” I worked my mouth, trying to find the right thing to say. “No, it’s only been a couple weeks. It was—you were just–” I stopped, taking a breath before shaking my head. “How, Tristan? What are you doing here, how are you here, what happened, where did you come from, why are you older now?”

    “It’s a, uh, kind of a long story,” Tristan admitted. “But the gist of it is, it’s been years for me, not for you. It’s because of the spell thing that kept rebounding me back over there. The short version is that I needed an anchor to get here and actually stay so that I don’t get snapped back to the other dimension again. We had to choose an anchor that I had a close connection to that was already in this dimension.””
    Me: Hmm, got to love/hate time passing at different rates.

    “Deveron rolled with the fall, practically bouncing back to his feet. The pistol had vanished from his hand as he grabbed Tristan by the shoulder when the boy flipped back to his own feet. “An accident?” he demanded, the anger in his voice only rising. “It was an accident? She fell off the bridge! She could’ve drowned, she could’ve hit her head! Something else could have found her, and your excuse is that it was an accident?” He cocked back his fist again, clearly ready to swing and not stop swinging.”
    Me: I guess Deveron is re-evaluating his plans. However, he may be over compensating. Juuust a little.

    “It will take several hours to deal with Tristan in any case. We will have to… speak with the Committee about things.””
    Me: I notice that pause. I suspect it will be less speaking and more accusing and/or yelling.

    “Deveron spoke then, his gaze never leaving mine. He gave me the answer I’d asked for, the simple words to make me listen to him and prove he was taking it seriously.

    “Joselyn Atherby is my wife.””
    Me: No more bullshit, eh? I’m looking forward to the abject confusion from Koren and Wyatt.

    Nice update.

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    1. I wonder how many people he’d said that to, before he figured out that the curse would (before note) make everyone unable to hear him. I wonder if he’s said this same thing to these same people before.

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  4. Said his was the best place to go.
    Change his to this.

    Also, I noticed a couple other errors but the story was just so compelling that I didn’t write then down and now I can’t find them. Thanks, and sorry.

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  5. There’s something I’ve been wondering about: if a Heretic kills another Heretic, what sort of powers does the killer get? Does he become a super-heretic or something?

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    1. It’s been asked here and there a couple times. No worries though, I really need to set up an FAQ or something. 😀 The gist of the answer is that if a Heretic kills another Heretic, they essentially ‘roll dice’ (to use a roleplaying term) for each and every power individually and again for the strength of that power if they get it. Some are easier to acquire than others.

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  6. As annoying as he’d been pretty much all semester, right now really didn’t’ seem like the time for it.

    Naughty apostrophe.

    Goodness gracious me! That was a chapter and a half. Crossroads gets a Mysterious Transfer Student! Deveron is telling people things! Literally everyone is super protective of Flick for various reasons! (Especially Deveron. It’s a good thing he seems about to spill more beans than a Mexican chef tripping balls because that was very obvious.)

    Also, impossibly attractive half-human falls from the sky, has a special connection to the heroine, and transfers into her school? Cerulean, when did you start writing shoujo manga?

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  7. First: Congrats. If it’s been 100 chapters, then I haven’t noticed, it’s gone by so fast.

    And, at last, my time travel question is addressed (partially) in story, as promised.

    Meanwhile, Deveron has found the simplest way of saying “Flick, I am your inverse stepfather”.

    I love this story so much at times. This chapter is one of them.

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    1. Because he isn’t her stepfather. By my understanding, a step parent is one that marries the remaining original parent after one has died, left, separated etc.

      Put another way, if Flick’s dad died, her Mom came back and got back together with Deveron, then he’d her stepfather. I think.

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      1. On a strictly technical level, you’re right. But in all honesty (and when you consider that that definition was not made with immortals in mind), stepfather and stepdaughter really are the closest terms to what they are. They apply. Especially with the mess that is Joselyn’s marital status.

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    2. He’s testing to see whether she’s under the curse or not still. If she is, there’s no point in trying to continue because she won’t hear him.

      I wonder how many times this year Deveron said this same thing to her, only for her to never hear him.

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    3. While he’s talking directly to Flick, Koren and Wyatt are still there. He’s different things to all three of them.

      I also like Bart’s idea that he’s testing to see if the curse is affecting her, but I’m not sure that fits with what Avalon said about it earlier in the arc.

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    4. The gist of it is that ‘Joselyn Atherby is my wife.” portrayed the exact amount of information needed in very few words. ‘Stepdad’, while fairly accurate to the rather confusing situation, isn’t necessarily quite as specific.

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  8. Okay, that moment where Wyatt found them and steam almost cane out of his ears? That’s when Flick is just a student and possible spy in Wyatt’s mind (although that opinion seems to have softened). I can’t wait to see how overprotective he gets when he finds out she’s his sister. Same with Koren.

    Overprotective Deveron is great to. I can’t wait to see everyone chew him out next chapter. I imagine that Flick is going to be silent for a little while as she processes that last statement. I’ve noticed that she just hasn’t thought of whoever might be the twins’ dad until now. The thought that he might still be alive has literally never ocurred to her.

    And Tristan is great. I’m a little wary of the introduction of time travel to the plot, but the whole idea of Flick being his anchor is interesting.

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    1. I forgot to say congratulations for making it to 100 chapters!

      Congratulations!

      Also,

      His advice just before the Tristan’s arrival, and how he’d reacted to the boy himself, was completely at odds with the way he’d been behaving through most of the semester.

      Somehow, I can see Sarial putting a “the” before her children’s names. But I think it’s more likely that this was a goof.

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  9. Does Tristan know that Crossroads has a “kill Stranger on sight” policy? Cause he could say something that would be bad pretty easily.

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  10. Well, Happy 100th Chapter, and like so many of its predecessors, it too, is a doozy.

    So, we get to find a little more about what’s going on with Tristan- he’s going to Crossroads, he found some way to get around the curse placed on him by finding someone who can act as an anchor to keep him from being sucked back into the dimension he was stuck in, and that anchor is Flick, but not just any Flick, but a version from the past from his perspective since she had to be someone that was as he remembered them (since Heretic’s evolving powers change over time, as well as raising a question of just what shape Flick’ll be in in a couple years,) so there’s some time-travel involved. Oh, and even some explanation for the bad landing that dumped Flick into the river- the stresses of crossing the dimensional barrier knocked him out, & his pod went in out of control.

    Though that talk, he, Gaia, & the Committee are going to have about his possible admission into Crossroads, or what, otherwise to do with him, is going to be… interesting… to say the least.

    And speaking of interesting things, wonder what’s going to happen when Tristan & Vanessa run into each other.

    Though of course, someone who’s as generally concerned & prepared as Wyatt is would slip some extra tracking devices on Flick, so he could find her even if she lost that enchanted stick he gave her earlier.

    Certainly took everyone in-story by surprise that Deveron would be so aggressive in going after Tristan when he thought he was a threat to Flick, but then again, between feeling that he has something to make up for, and knowing that both his granddaughter & pseudo-stepdaughter (or whatever the familial relationship between the two would be defined as,) guess he figured it was time to step up, even if he might have overdid it a bit.

    And see that Koren has come to like Flick, even if she’s still being all awkward about it.

    Though, of course things have to end on a cliff-hanger, and so, there’s the bombshell Deveron drops at the end, saying that he was Joselyn’s husband. Imagine that Wyatt’s going to be completely confused (and likely to freak out over the explanation when it comes,) and Koren not that far behind. The next chapter where the significance of this all comes out is certainly going to be an interesting scene.

    First Words Of The Next Chapter: ‘Another Meteor Immediately Blew Everyone Up’

    Don’t you dare do that…. :p

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  11. Wow, what a cliff-hanger! I bet you anything the next chapter is going to be filled with lots of shouting, crying, hugging and disbleaf.

    Honestly, when Joselyn is rescued and Fossor is stopped. The whole family should just move to either NY or Utah.

    I liked Wyatt and Deveron’s papa wolf moments towards Flick. If Flick hadn’t cleared things up, Tristan would be in huge trouble.

    To be honest, I’m not sure if Tristan using Flick as an anchor is a good idea. What if she gets dragged into another world again, what if goes with her due to their link?

    However, his nudeness, his lack of care ing and his joy at bring on earth again, made Tristan have some of the funniest moments in the chapter. 🙂

    Anyway, Vanessa’s going to be so happy when she sees Tristan again.

    Thanks for updating. 🙂

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  12. Given known time travel, what about paradoxes? I bet Tristan has some sort of secret agenda. And what happens when Fosser learns that time travel is possible?

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