A Strange Thanksgiving 13-07

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Honestly, I’d wanted to see Eden’s Garden for awhile by that point. I’d wanted to know more about the place since I’d first heard that Avalon had been a student there, and finding out that Miranda still was one had only increased that desire. It wasn’t that I thought they were the perfect solution to all of Crossroads’ problems, considering they let people like Trice and his groupies stick around. Plus, Miranda had made it clear that though they didn’t always kill Strangers on sight, they still weren’t exactly pals with them. They were willing to use Strangers, even work with them in some rare cases. But the non-humans were still always second class citizens at the very best, and more akin to slaves.

Still, I still wanted to know more about the ‘other Heretic school.’ The fact that they were willing to work with Strangers at all might mean that they could be reasoned with more easily than Crossroads.

And, to be completely honest, I kind of wanted to see some of the special creatures they kept around. I might have spent a not-inconsiderable amount of my free time during the nights drawing up incredibly elaborate Ocean’s 11 style plans about how to get into Eden’s Garden to see the unicorns and pegasi.

So yeah, I wanted to see Eden’s Garden. But not like this. Kneeling next to my niece while she kept frantically pumping her own mother’s, my sister’s, heart because some psychopath alien monster decided to play a little game? No. God, no. I just wanted this night to be over. I wanted to restart and have a chance to just come visit for the nice, calm Thanksgiving evening it was supposed to have been.

I wanted Koren to stop crying. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to proudly introduce me to her dad, alive and well. I wanted to see the man who had married my sister. I wanted them to maybe notice that there was something familiar about me. I wanted to see Koren’s life, her real, ordinary life that maybe wasn’t perfect (just like the girl herself), but was hers. I wanted… I wanted this to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. And I wouldn’t meet Koren’s dad. He was gone. The Fomorian had discarded him like so much trash. It was a waste, and the thought made me want to cry. My eyes burned with unshed tears while I fought to hold it together. I couldn’t fall apart. Not right now. Koren needed me to keep it together. She needed me to be there so she could keep pumping her own mother’s heart. Because if I lost it, if I let myself go, she wouldn’t last much longer. Even then, I saw the hysterics in her eyes.

Seller had already pulled a piece of wood from his pocket. It looked like a chunk out of a tree, including the bark. Before I could say anything, he broke off several smaller bits from it and pushed one into my hand, another into Wyatt’s hand, and the other two into Koren and Abigail’s pockets. “Okay, hold onto those and brace yourselves.” To Koren, he added, “You’re about to get really dizzy. I’m told it’s like going over the loop in a roller coaster. So stop pumping when I say three and pump again as soon as we land. Got it? Right. Remember, no one moves or says anything. One, two, three.”

At the last number, Seller slapped the larger portion of the wood he was holding against the ground, and the world spun wildly around us. He was right, and the warning didn’t help. Unlike when I had been transported by Crossroads, the Eden’s Garden teleportation left me feeling briefly nauseous. My stomach flipped over on its end and I physically reeled backwards while a choked yelp escaped me.

Apparently Wyatt was either more accustomed to that sort of thing, or had some kind of power that helped deal with nausea, because he was on his feet much faster than I was. I sensed someone moving and dragged my attention up to see him standing up and turning toward a group of figures that still looked like blurry outlines for another few seconds. Finally, I blinked it away and focused on what turned out to be a handful of scary looking men in dark red armor. Half of them were carrying what looked like shotguns, while the other half had these pike-things with blades at one end and what looked like a tennis racket at the other, though rather than string, the grid part was made out of tiny lasers.

They also didn’t exactly look all that happy to see us. Seller was already standing in front of them. His voice was a low whisper as he murmured to the man who appeared to be in charge. That one’s armor had what looked like a large, jagged bear print across the chest in black marking. His eyes were just as hard as the the rest of them as he stood there staring at us while Seller continued to talk to him rapidly.

Now that my eyes were focused, I saw that we had ended up in a room about twenty feet across on all sides, with a ceiling that was about twice as high on one half of the room as it was on the other, going up at a slant. There was only one door out of the room, and it was being blocked by the armored men.

Meanwhile, Wyatt had positioned himself directly between the scary guys in their armor and Koren, Abigail, and me. The juxtaposition between those big red-armored men and scrawny little Wyatt with his too-big nose and overly-pronounced Adam’s apple was striking. And yet, after everything that had happened so far, I was pretty sure I’d rather be protected by Wyatt than any of those guys. The me from several months earlier when I first met the man would have been incredibly surprised, to say the least.

My attention finally made it to Koren herself, and Abigail. Neither looked like they were doing that well. Koren was breathing hard, tears staining her face as she pumped her mother’s heart. Abigail, meanwhile, looked like she was barely hanging on. She wasn’t focusing on anything. When I waved my hand in front of her eyes, it looked like she was trying to follow it, but gave up or forgot about it after a few seconds. She was clearly drifting, conscious but in some kind of heavy, possibly drugged, daze.

Now that I was looking at her up close, I could see the resemblance to Wyatt. It wasn’t completely obvious. Abigail was around the same height and had similar facial features in several respects. She looked kind of like a shorter, brown-haired Shelley Duvall from The Shining. God, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her everything about her mother, our mother. I’d wanted a sister for so long, more than I had ever really consciously acknowledged after Mom disappeared. And now, now she was lying there so helpless and broken. It felt like if I touched her, she’d shatter entirely.

I tried to talk to Koren, tried to say anything that might help her focus or at least freak out a little less. But by the time I managed to get any actual words to come out, Seller was already done with his conversation. He was standing over us again, lowering his sunglasses with a finger to look over them at me. “Okay. I’m taking Abigail and Koren here up to show the Victors what’s going on. With any luck, they’ll approve the emergency apple. These guys,” he indicated the red-armored men, “are called the Unset. They’re not allied with any tribe, and hold no loyalty to any but the Victors themselves, who have agreed to allow you safe passage for the time being. So stay with these guys, do what they say, and don’t go wandering off. They’ll watch over you right here until we know what’s going on.”

Poor Wyatt looked completely torn, glancing between me and Abigail. I took pity on him, touching his arm gently while addressing Seller. “Take Wyatt with you. She’s his sister, even if they’ve never actually met. He deserves to be there, no matter what… ends up happening. I’ll be fine with these guys.”

Wyatt actually looked like he was about to object in spite of himself, but I shook my head at him firmly, repeating, “I’m fine. I’ll just stay with these upstanding slabs of muscular meat and be a good little guest. This isn’t about me, anyway. She’s your twin sister, Wyatt. You really do need to be there.”

“Right then, come on.” Seller crouched next to Koren and Abigail, gesturing for Wyatt to join him. “We’ve got special dispensation to transport directly into the medical lobby, and a couple of the Victors will meet us there to… discuss the situation. But I need you to scooch in close if you’re coming.”

Hurriedly, Wyatt stepped over to me. He pressed a glass ball into my hand. “Anything bad happens,” he instructed, “you break this, okay? You break it, and it’ll bring me. It’ll bring me right to you. You’ll be safe. I won’t let anything happen to you, little sister. You break it and I’ll be there. I promise. Promise.”

Smiling as much as I could, I took the ball and nodded. “Go. Go with them. I’ll be fine.”

The poor guy still looked torn, but he stepped over to join the others, crouching down close to them. Seller did something, and all four disappeared, apparently off to whatever the medical lobby was.

I watched the spot where they’d been briefly, then straightened while turning to face the Unset. “Hi, guys.” I waved. “I’m Flick. I know this is a weird situation, but I don’t suppose you can talk to me?”

The one that Seller had been talking to looked at me severely for a moment. He was an enormous guy, as big as Professor Katarin. He looked Native American, with arms that were as big around as tree trunks. When he spoke, it was in a serious, gravelly tone. “We aren’t mute. Or deaf.”

The one behind him added in a voice that sounded just as serious at first. “Or eunuchs. If you were wondering.” He paused for a three count then, before adding dryly. “The new ones always wonder.”

That set the rest of the group actually chuckling a little bit, before the first one gave me a quick bow of his head after his lips quirked in a very short, quickly muted smile. “You can call me Croc. The eunuch behind me there is Price. And those three are Kimmer, Isosceles, and Truant. ” Raising an eyebrow after introducing all of them, he added with a very slight smile, “You look a little surprised.”

Flushing, I shook my head a little. “I dunno. I guess… I guess you’re not exactly what I expected.”

Croc actually chuckled a little at that. “That’s fair. We’re not silent, mindless automatons, Flick. We take our jobs seriously, and we obey our Victors. But we’re also not heartless. From what Seller said, you’ve had an awful night. I’m sorry about that. We all are. And for what it’s worth, I hope the Victors agree to save the woman.”

Swallowing hard at that, I nodded while murmuring, “So do I.” Pausing then, I blinked away the tears that threatened to take over my eyes again, forcing myself to focus on the now rather than the ‘what-if.’ When I spoke, my voice shook a little in spite of my efforts otherwise. “Y-you saw her. Do you think they’ll… they’ll make it in time? The Victors, how long will it take them to make a decision? I mean, I mean… Koren’s literally pumping her heart for her. And she wasn’t responding, she’s drugged or, or… magically cursed or something, I don’t know. But if they wait too long, if the Victors can’t decided in time, she might… might…” I couldn’t get the words out past the thick knot that had settled in my throat.

A heavy hand settled gently on my shoulder, and I glanced up to find Croc giving me a smile that looked almost too gentle and soft for his face. “I don’t know what they teach you about us over at that school of yours, but most of us aren’t actually monsters. And that goes for the Victors too. They won’t wait too long. Besides, the doctors we have down there are top of the line. They’ll make sure she’s taken care of until the time comes. I know you’re worried about her, but believe me, she’s in good hands.”

I nodded, and Croc paused before speaking again. “If you have any questions, I can try to answer them. Assuming, of course, that you don’t ask for any secret information. It might take your mind off everything for a few minutes.” He started to say something else then before pausing. Stepping past me, the big guy crouched down to pick up something from the wooden floor before holding it out. “Was this yours?”

Glancing that way, my eyes widened. “Herbie!” Hurriedly, I reached out to take the little rock. “Sorry, he must’ve fallen out of my pocket when we teleported here.” Holding my buddy in one hand, I checked on his sword. Columbus had fixed it so that the weapon could raise up or lower against the side of the stone so that it wouldn’t stick me when it was in my pocket. It didn’t seem to have gotten bent or damaged, so I quickly put him away again before looking up to find the Unset all watching me.

Their stares made me flush a little. “Sorry,” I murmured. “It’s—he’s… the rock I threw through the portal when I first found out about… magic and all this stuff. It’s probably dumb, but I just… it feels like… I mean…” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Croc shook his head. “The last thing you need to worry about now is justifying yourself to us, Flick.”

My mouth opened to say something else, but before I could find the words, there was a brief knock at the door. It was just two taps, and then the door opened. Another of the Unset, female this time, poked her head in. She focused on Croc before twitching two fingers at him. When he walked that way, the woman leaned close and whispered something too low for me to make out.

Croc murmured something back before turning to me. “This girl says she knows you.” Stepping back then, he moved his big arm just far enough out of the way to allow someone’s face to come into view.

“Miranda!” I blurted, surprised at the sight of the girl. I hadn’t expected her to be able to show herself, especially not this soon. “What are you–” Hurriedly, I nodded to the Unset. “Yes, I—we were friends before she was recruited here, and we met again awhile ago back in our home town. It’s okay.”

At least, I hoped it was okay that they knew about that. But then, Croc seemed pretty cool. And apparently the Unset didn’t pay attention to Tribe rivalries or politics, only to what the Victors said. Maybe that would help. But how had Miranda known I was here?

The Unset stepped out of the way then, allowing the other girl into the room. She came straight to me, and we hugged briefly. Part of me still wondered if we should be more subtle about the whole thing, but after everything that had happened, the rest of me didn’t really care that much. I hugged my friend tight before stepping back. “Randi, how did you—I mean… what… what did…?”

Croc cleared his throat from nearby. “The room’s been secured and if anyone else enters or leaves, we’ll know. Stay here and we’ll give you some privacy for a few minutes.” Looking back and forth between us, he waited until we both nodded before gesturing for his men to step out of the room with him.

As soon as they were gone, I blurted, “How did you know I was here? What’s going on?”

“Seller,” she answered softly. “He sent me a message, told me where to find you and what was going on. He thought you could use a friend.”

I blinked at that. “I didn’t… know he knew about you.”

Miranda flushed a little. “I—uh, yeah, he came to me awhile ago and gave me some advice about following Trice without being noticed. I guess he’s been watching over me a bit.”

Hugging her again, even tighter that time, I fought past the lump in my throat once more. “There’s… there’s so much to… I can’t even… he… he told you what happened?”

“His message did,” she confirmed quietly. “I’m so sorry, Flick. Your friend’s mother? Do… do you really think the Victors will let her join?”

I started to point out that Koren and Abigail were more than my sister and niece before remembering that Miranda wouldn’t remember it even if I told her. Sighing, I instead just said, “There’s more to the story, but there’s a magic curse thing stopping me from telling you.”

She blinked at me before taking that in stride. “Well, I’m really sorry. I hope, um, I hope she’ll be okay.”

Glancing around then as though making sure the room was empty, the other girl added, “But I really need to show you something. I was going to call you tonight anyway, after I heard it.”

“After you heard what?” I was grateful for a chance to think about anything but what was happening with Abigail.

“This,” Miranda answered while taking out a phone. “I noticed Trice and his group skulking away earlier, so I slipped this into his bag with the recorder app on.” Noticing the look I gave her, she added, “Hey, don’t worry. It’s not my phone, it’s a disposable one, and it won’t lead back to me. I wiped it clean. Anyway, listen. There’s more before all this about them talking to each other, but this is where it gets interesting.”

She hit the button, and I heard a voice that I recognized as Trice’s. “Fuck, there you are. How long were you planning on making us wa–” His voice choked off abruptly.

“Shut up,” another voice hissed in a whisper, too low for me to make out anything else about it through the recording. And yet, listening to it, I swore there was something familiar about the voice. “I don’t have time to listen to your complaints. She’s sleeping right now, but if I’m not there when she wakes up, you know what’ll happen.”

“Hey, hey, we get it.” That time I recognized Doxer’s voice. “We all get it. Right, Pacer?”

The response was a high giggle before the girl’s voice replied easily, “Keep choking him. He’s turning funny colors. I wanna see if he can go fuchsia. I like fuchsia. It’s a funny word.”

But the other person, the one with the familiar voice that I couldn’t place, must’ve stopped choking Trice because I heard a sudden, loud gasp of breath. That went on a couple times before the boy himself muttered, “Fuck, we got it. But we’re running risks here too. So why ain’t you sent that bitch over here yet?”

The voice shot back, “I told you, I’m working on it. First we have to find out where they’re hiding that stupid old man.”

“Pericles?” Doxer put in. “I thought he was six feet under already.”

“He should’ve been,” the voice snapped. “Especially considering everything I did to make sure of it. But the Headmistress’s little bitch still has whatever protection thing he put on her. Which means I can’t do anything to her without blowing my cover and ending up with half of Sinclaire’s lapdogs falling on top of me. Whatever he enchanted, it’s invisible and intangible. Even she probably doesn’t know it’s on her. But it’s there, and until it’s gone, I can’t fucking touch her. Which means there’s two fucking choices. Either strip her down and do a full on search–”

Doxer’s voice was lecherous. “I volunteer for that job.”

“Or,” the familiar-yet-distorted voice pressed on with obvious annoyance, “we make sure Pericles is dead so that his magic fades, then get dear, not-so-sweet Hannah before they have time to fix the problem. Like I said, I can get her through the shield, but not with whatever extra protection the old man stuck on her.”

“What if it wasn’t him?” Trice demanded. “I mean, you said you’re pretty sure you killed him.”

“It was him,” the voice snapped with obvious irritation. “Believe me, I may not have been able to do the entire identification spell, but I got the first name, and there’s only one person on that island named Zedekiah. It’s the old man. He’s alive, and they–”

My hand snapped out to stop the recording, my eyes wide. “No… he’s not…”

“What?” Miranda blinked up at me.

“Professor Pericles… they killed him to get at Avalon, because they thought he put some kind of protective artifact on her,” I spoke slowly. “Because, whoever that was heard the name Zedekiah connected with the spell. But Professor Pericles wasn’t the only person named Zedekiah. Or, not the only person that an identification spell would think of as Zedekiah.”

Wyatt, I thought, remembering what Deveron had told me just that evening about his son’s real name.

Professor Pericles was a mistake. The person they really wanted to kill to achieve their little goal… was Wyatt.

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  1. Come for the horribly maimed and injured secret family member, stay for the murder mystery plot clues!

    I hope you guys found that chapter interesting. I promise Flick will actually get to walk around and see Garden a bit next chapter. This one kind of got away from me on that front. But hey, at least you got to meet the Unset, and see that they do indeed have a sense of humor and aren’t a giant pack of sticks in the mud.

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    Today’s tags, for those on mobile, aaaaaaaaaaaaaare: Abigail Fellows, Croc, Felicity Chambers, Flick, Herbie, Isosceles, Kimmer, Koren Fellows, Miranda, Price, Seller, Thus Begins The Story Of How Herbie Ends Up Inducted As A Member Of The Unset!, Truant, Well That’s One Way To Take Flick’s Mind Off Of Abigail., Wyatt Rendell

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  2. The Unset were cool. I’m really excited to see more of Eden’s Garden. Glad Miranda got involved so quickly, that things seem to be going well, and that we finally got a description of Abigal.

    Their whole situation is just awful. I say again:
    Fuck the Hiding Man.

    And fuck the mole too (who I think is Carfried). Still, the fact that Wyatt is the keystone protecting Avalon is excellent, considering how paranoid he is. Even when they do figure it out, catching him will be next to impossible. At least until they figure out he’s got two sisters and a neice that might make useful leverage. But hey, after this night, he’s going to go into overdrive about their safety. I’m betting Avalon won’t be the only one with Wyatt’s intangible and invisible protection spell.

    I’m also starting to wonder if Tangle is being set up as a patsy.

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    1. I’m thinking that it’s the other person in the messages and they have some kind of thrall or supernatural charm. As soon as Tangle wakes up, it will wear off and she will tell Gaia about it. Would also explain the mushy messages.

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      1. Yeah, I hadn’t thought of it before, but all those “love notes” could have been planted to give Tangle a “motive” for killing Pericles.

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    2. The Unset were cool.

      Thanks, I was happy to show that they aren’t all the stereotypical silent, stoic elite warrior bodyguards.

      Glad Miranda got involved so quickly

      Yup, I didn’t want to waste time getting her involved. So having Seller send her was the easiest solution.

      and that we finally got a description of Abigal.

      lol, yeaaaaaaah, I realized we had a description of both Koren’s real father and her fake father, but not her mother. Who is kind of important… so. Yeah.

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      1. Waiting to describe Abigail was an accident? That’s great. Here I thought you were intentionally waiting until Flick met her before giving us a description. I think it works very well.

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      2. lol. Yeah, I mean… it does work that way, but I had thought that I described her during Koren’s Skype call home. As it turned out… nope.

        But yeah, it works that the real description comes when Flick gets close enough to really look at her.

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    1. In the sense that the older/more experienced an Alter is, the more powerful they are, thus the larger amount of power a Heretic COULD gain from them, yes.

      Basically, let’s put it in tabletop RPG terms. When a Heretic kills an Alter, they roll a die to see what power they gain. After that, they roll another die to see HOW MUCH of that power they gain. The more powerful the Alter, the larger the die.

      For instance, let’s say they kill a relatively young Alter. They’d roll a D10 to see how much power they gain. But then they kill an OLD, experienced, powerful Alter. They’d roll a D100 to see how much power they gain. Now, it’s fully possible that they could roll a 10 the first time and a 2 the second time and thus gain more power from the younger one. But it’s FAR more likely that they’ll roll higher on the second one (anywhere between 11 and 100) and thus the potential to gain a lot more is much higher.

      I hope that makes sense.

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  3. Well, the Unset are actually surprisingly chill.

    Interesting that Seller is suspicious enough of Trice, Doxer, and that group to have someone spy on them.

    Though the really interesting bit is what was on that recording from the phone Miranda slipped into their stuff. Turns out that there’s a mole on the Crossroads staff who’s still active, was in cahoots with Trice & Doxer, and this mole was the one who killed Pericles, because someone named Zedekiah placed a protection device on Avalon that would presumably dissipate with his death, and said device would have to be neutralized before the mole can kidnap Avalon & hand her over to those at the Garden that want her head (and given what that scumbag Doxer was saying, probably a bit more than that beforehand) without raising all sorts of alarms. However, turns out that poor Pericles was a case of mistaken identity, as unbeknownst to them, there’s more than one Zedekiah on the island as far as magic’s concerned, since that’s what Joselyn & Deveron originally named Wyatt….

    So, now Wyatt’s a target & Flick & Koren potential leverage- good thing he’s paranoid thanks to all the people who might be out to get him, and really likes those little alarm, tracking, and protective devices.

    Though I do have to say that this is kind of convoluted, and an awful lot of effort & risk just to get revenge on Avalon, so there’s probably something more going on here, but what greater goal would attacking Avalon serve? Garden factional politics targeting Seller? Weakening and/or discrediting Sinclaire & the moderate/reformist faction? Personal ambition? A Seosten plot?

    Flick ought to let Wyatt know what’s going on as soon as she can, and it’d be really interesting to see how Gaia & Seller would react to hearing what’s on that recording. Hmm, it’d be a good idea for Flick to ask if she could get some copies of that from Miranda.

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    1. Well, the Unset are actually surprisingly chill.

      Yeah, I thought it would be amusing to go against type by not making them these stoic, never-smiling humorless warriors.

      Interesting that Seller is suspicious enough of Trice, Doxer, and that group to have someone spy on them.

      It’s not like they were being that subtle about their intentions… and since Miranda was spying on them anyway, he just offered advice.

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  4. “I might have spent a not-inconsiderable amount of my free time during the nights drawing up incredibly elaborate Ocean’s 11 style plans about how to get into Eden’s Garden to see the unicorns and pegasi.”
    Me: Needs more George Clooney to be viable, I’m afraid, Flick.

    ” The juxtaposition between those big red-armored men and scrawny little Wyatt with his too-big nose and overly-pronounced Adam’s apple was striking. And yet, after everything that had happened so far, I was pretty sure I’d rather be protected by Wyatt than any of those guys. The me from several months earlier when I first met the man would have been incredibly surprised, to say the least.”
    Me: I rather like this image. Wyatt gives negative fucks when it comes to protecting his recently rediscovered family.

    ” I know you’re worried about her, but believe me, she’s in good hands.””
    Me: I am beginning to like this Croc fellow, and we don’t know nearly anything about him.

    ““Pericles?” Doxer put in. “I thought he was six feet under already.”
    “He should’ve been,” the voice snapped. “Especially considering everything I did to make sure of it. But the Headmistress’s little bitch still has whatever protection thing he put on her. Which means I can’t do anything to her without blowing my cover and ending up with half of Sinclaire’s lapdogs falling on top of me. ”
    Me: This is very troubling news. I am eager to find out who the agent is.

    “Wyatt, I thought, remembering what Deveron had told me just that evening about his son’s real name.
    Professor Pericles was a mistake. The person they really wanted to kill to achieve their little goal… was Wyatt. ”
    Me: Unfortunate for Pericles, but Wyatt’s paranoia is even more justified now isn’t it?

    Neat update.

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    1. Me: Needs more George Clooney to be viable, I’m afraid, Flick.

      Damn, she knew she was missing something.

      Me: I rather like this image. Wyatt gives negative fucks when it comes to protecting his recently rediscovered family.

      He really does. Which is amusing considering how he and Flick met.

      Me: I am beginning to like this Croc fellow, and we don’t know nearly anything about him.

      I do hope there’s more opportunity to see the big guy soon.

      Me: Unfortunate for Pericles, but Wyatt’s paranoia is even more justified now isn’t it?

      Unfortunately very much so.

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  5. Oh geez. Just when I thought it couldn’t get anyworse. It got worse. Honestly, I don’t know wheather to be upset with you or impressed with you.

    Flick, Mranda, tell Wyatt everything right away. Then just sit back and watch his paranoia do the rest. Now, they’re really are going to need a drink. Wait a mintue, don’t just tell Wyatt, Tell Deveron, Koren and every single one of your allies.

    Thanks for updating.

    P.S. Please make the next interlude happy.

    Through what purpose does going after Wyatt produce to getting to Avalon?

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    1. There’s some kind of spell or artifact on Avalon that alerts Gaia and her trusted subordinates if she’s in any danger. The mole can’t just attack her because that brings them right down on top of him/her. That’s why the only outright attacks on Avalon have first required that she be cut off and isolated from that kind of support.

      Wyatt is the one who put this protection on Avalon. It’ll stop working if he dies, allowing the mole to grab or kill Avalon without bringing her mother down on his/her head.

      Fortunately, the mole has apparently never heard of aliases or changing a name, so he/she has yet to figure out that Pericles wasn’t the only Zedekiah on the island. He’ll/she’ll learn the truth eventually, but thanks to the memory spell that hides the existence of Joselyn and her twins (I bet the identification spell worked only for the spell kicked in and erase the name Atherby from the mole’s mind), it will take awhile. Probably till the end of the year.

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    2. P.S. Please make the next interlude happy.

      The commissioned mini-interlude is about Vanessa and Tristan re-uniting, so that should help. 😉

      Through what purpose does going after Wyatt produce to getting to Avalon?

      Anonymous and Hendy are correct. There’s an invisible/intangible item on Avalon that protects her. Since the bad guys couldn’t find it, they tried to kill the person responsible for making it, which should have destroyed the item itself as well. The trouble was, they tried to identify the person behind it and only got the name ‘Zedekiah’ back. They assumed that meant Zedekiah Pericles, which is why Professor Pericles was killed. In truth, it was referring to Zedekiah Atherby, Wyatt’s real name as far as magic is concerned.

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      1. Here’s my question: the mole mentioned that he wasn’t able to preform the whole memory spell, which is why he only got the name Zedekiah and not a surname.

        Is that true, or did he actually complete it and get Zedekiah Atherby only for the memory spell to kick in and erase the Atherby part from his mind?

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