Beautiful Chaos
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“And Macon Ravenwood, he’s—messed up. Okay, I don’t really know what he is. It’s a long story. There’s this ball, and this fire, and some bad, bad Casters…. But you’ve probably read all about that, haven’t you?” John snapped. “In your little Caster spy book.”
Between Marian and Angelus, I didn’t know who looked more surprised.
“Anyway, back to Macon. Powerful guy. He likes to do this trick—come on, don’t be shy.” Macon closed his eyes, and a green glow flared above him. The crowd tried to rush back toward the walls, but there was too much smoke.
“Which leaves me. I’m not a Natural.” John nodded in Macon’s direction. “I’m not whatever he is either.” John grinned. “But the thing about me is, I’ve touched both of them. So now I can do whatever they can do. It’s kinda my thing. Bet you don’t have a Caster like that in your little book, do you?” As the Keeper tried to pull away, John yanked him even closer. “So, Angelus. Let’s go for a spin and see what a strange guy like you can do.”
The Keeper was furious and backed away, holding up his hand, fingers pointed at John. John imitated him, exactly.
There was a flash of light, like lightning—
We were all standing back on the other side of the Temporis Porta.
Even Marian.
12.13
The Day After Forever
Was that real?” Lena whispered. I pointed to the doors, where smoke was snaking out from under the bottom of the wood.
I grabbed Marian and hugged her, at the same time Liv did. I backed away, awkwardly, and Lena took my place.
“Thank you,” Marian whispered.
Macon clapped his hand on John’s arm. “I can’t decide if that was a brilliant act of pure selflessness back there, or if it was simply an attempt to collect all our powers for yourself.”
John shrugged. “I noticed you didn’t give me any skin.” I remembered the cuff of Macon’s shirt pulled down over his hand.
“You aren’t quite ready to share my power. Either way, I owe you greatly. You showed real courage back there. I won’t soon forget it.”
“Oh, come on. Those guys were jerks. It was nothing.” He walked away from Macon, but I could see the pride on his face. I could see it on Liv’s face even more clearly.
Marian took Macon’s arm, and he started helping her back through the tunnel. At the rate they were going, even the short span of the dirt tunnel was going to be a long hike.
“This is ridiculous,” said John, and in a rip we were all gone.
In seconds, we were in Macon’s study.
“What are Angelus’ powers, exactly?” I was still trying to figure out what we had witnessed.
“I don’t know, but he certainly didn’t seem to want us to find out.” Macon was deep in thought.
“Yeah. He got us out of there pretty fast. I didn’t get to touch him,” John said.
“I feel horrible. Do you think I torched that beautiful old room?” Lena was lost in a different thought entirely.
John laughed. “No, I did.”
“It’s an evil room,” Macon said. “We can only hope you did.”
“Why would that guy Angelus involve himself so closely with this case? What could this be, like one page in The Caster Chronicles?” John asked.
Macon helped Marian into a chair. “He loathes Mortals.”
She was still shaking. Macon pulled a blanket from the foot of his bed and wrapped it around her. I remembered Marian doing the same for the Sisters the night of the Vex attack. The worlds—they weren’t two separate universes anymore, Caster and Mortal. It was all crashing together now.
Things couldn’t stay like this, not for long.
Liv pulled her chair next to Marian’s and put her arms around her. Lena twitched a finger in the direction of Macon’s fireplace grating. Flames lurched up from the logs, shooting ten feet up to the ceiling. At least it wasn’t rain.
“Maybe it’s not just him. Maybe it’s Abraham.” John sighed. “He doesn’t give up easily.”
Macon’s brow furrowed. “That’s interesting. Angelus and Abraham. A common goal, perhaps?”
Liv spoke up. “Are you suggesting that the Keepers are in collusion with Abraham? Because that is so wrong, on so many levels. It can’t possibly be true.”
John warmed his hands in front of the fire. “Did anyone notice how many Dark Casters were in that room?”
“I noticed the one you kicked in the head.” I smiled.
“That was an accident.” John shrugged.
Macon shook his head. “Either way, the sentencing occurred. We have a week to figure something out before…” We all looked at Marian. She was in shock, it was pretty clear. Her eyes were closed, and she pulled the blanket closer around her shoulders, rocking herself. I think she was reliving the whole night.
Macon shook his head. “Hypocrites.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I have my own suspicions about what the Far Keep is up to, and I can’t say it has anything to do with keeping the peace. Power changes people. I’m afraid they are no longer the principled leaders they once were.” Macon had trouble hiding the disappointment in his face.
And the exhaustion. He was making a good show of it, but he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. And now that he did sleep, I was always surprised to find he needed it as much as the rest of us. “But Marian is back home with us, safe and sound.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t look up.
Between Marian and Angelus, I didn’t know who looked more surprised.
“Anyway, back to Macon. Powerful guy. He likes to do this trick—come on, don’t be shy.” Macon closed his eyes, and a green glow flared above him. The crowd tried to rush back toward the walls, but there was too much smoke.
“Which leaves me. I’m not a Natural.” John nodded in Macon’s direction. “I’m not whatever he is either.” John grinned. “But the thing about me is, I’ve touched both of them. So now I can do whatever they can do. It’s kinda my thing. Bet you don’t have a Caster like that in your little book, do you?” As the Keeper tried to pull away, John yanked him even closer. “So, Angelus. Let’s go for a spin and see what a strange guy like you can do.”
The Keeper was furious and backed away, holding up his hand, fingers pointed at John. John imitated him, exactly.
There was a flash of light, like lightning—
We were all standing back on the other side of the Temporis Porta.
Even Marian.
12.13
The Day After Forever
Was that real?” Lena whispered. I pointed to the doors, where smoke was snaking out from under the bottom of the wood.
I grabbed Marian and hugged her, at the same time Liv did. I backed away, awkwardly, and Lena took my place.
“Thank you,” Marian whispered.
Macon clapped his hand on John’s arm. “I can’t decide if that was a brilliant act of pure selflessness back there, or if it was simply an attempt to collect all our powers for yourself.”
John shrugged. “I noticed you didn’t give me any skin.” I remembered the cuff of Macon’s shirt pulled down over his hand.
“You aren’t quite ready to share my power. Either way, I owe you greatly. You showed real courage back there. I won’t soon forget it.”
“Oh, come on. Those guys were jerks. It was nothing.” He walked away from Macon, but I could see the pride on his face. I could see it on Liv’s face even more clearly.
Marian took Macon’s arm, and he started helping her back through the tunnel. At the rate they were going, even the short span of the dirt tunnel was going to be a long hike.
“This is ridiculous,” said John, and in a rip we were all gone.
In seconds, we were in Macon’s study.
“What are Angelus’ powers, exactly?” I was still trying to figure out what we had witnessed.
“I don’t know, but he certainly didn’t seem to want us to find out.” Macon was deep in thought.
“Yeah. He got us out of there pretty fast. I didn’t get to touch him,” John said.
“I feel horrible. Do you think I torched that beautiful old room?” Lena was lost in a different thought entirely.
John laughed. “No, I did.”
“It’s an evil room,” Macon said. “We can only hope you did.”
“Why would that guy Angelus involve himself so closely with this case? What could this be, like one page in The Caster Chronicles?” John asked.
Macon helped Marian into a chair. “He loathes Mortals.”
She was still shaking. Macon pulled a blanket from the foot of his bed and wrapped it around her. I remembered Marian doing the same for the Sisters the night of the Vex attack. The worlds—they weren’t two separate universes anymore, Caster and Mortal. It was all crashing together now.
Things couldn’t stay like this, not for long.
Liv pulled her chair next to Marian’s and put her arms around her. Lena twitched a finger in the direction of Macon’s fireplace grating. Flames lurched up from the logs, shooting ten feet up to the ceiling. At least it wasn’t rain.
“Maybe it’s not just him. Maybe it’s Abraham.” John sighed. “He doesn’t give up easily.”
Macon’s brow furrowed. “That’s interesting. Angelus and Abraham. A common goal, perhaps?”
Liv spoke up. “Are you suggesting that the Keepers are in collusion with Abraham? Because that is so wrong, on so many levels. It can’t possibly be true.”
John warmed his hands in front of the fire. “Did anyone notice how many Dark Casters were in that room?”
“I noticed the one you kicked in the head.” I smiled.
“That was an accident.” John shrugged.
Macon shook his head. “Either way, the sentencing occurred. We have a week to figure something out before…” We all looked at Marian. She was in shock, it was pretty clear. Her eyes were closed, and she pulled the blanket closer around her shoulders, rocking herself. I think she was reliving the whole night.
Macon shook his head. “Hypocrites.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I have my own suspicions about what the Far Keep is up to, and I can’t say it has anything to do with keeping the peace. Power changes people. I’m afraid they are no longer the principled leaders they once were.” Macon had trouble hiding the disappointment in his face.
And the exhaustion. He was making a good show of it, but he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. And now that he did sleep, I was always surprised to find he needed it as much as the rest of us. “But Marian is back home with us, safe and sound.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t look up.
