Original Souls (A World Apart #1) (27 page)

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he virtually sang the words as he headed down the hallway in pursuit of Corinth and Emmy. "Without wetting the bed, of course," he added to the already firm statement as he began to jog.

"Arg-g-g!" she shouted from the stone floor, like some sort of pirate. She then picked herself up and began running after the three of them. "Wait up you guys ... my ankle!" No one seemed to hear, with her facescrunched up, she shouted even louder. "Wait guys, my ankl
e’
s busted
!
— Don't you care about my ankle?!!" Once she realized no one was paying her any attention, she straightened out her faux limp and booked it down the fire-torch and sun lit hall, like a track star. She didn't like being left out of anything, so despite her
limp,
she caught up in no time.

April 1, 1002 ~ Daylight

While Corinth attempted to rectify losing Oliveto, his father was out on the town shopping for his school supplies.

"Hyperborean sure has changed." Cris threw all of his so
n’
s assorted items onto the counter.

The young man behind it gave him a drooling stare. Cris took a look around to make sure he was in the right place. Everything seemed in order. People were still forming up in line behind him. He had only moved forward because the lady before him in line walked away seemingly satisfied with her purchases. He knocked on the counter sternly to get the guy's attention.

"Uh... Uh.... Yeah, I'm awake!" The guy snorted mucous, and then wiped his nose on his sleeve.

Cris cringed just looking at him. "Yeah, that's good to know,
bud
. Considering how you're at work in all." Cris wasn't upset, but he felt like the kid was anything but apologetic over his unhelpful demeanor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, guy. I
t’
s just, they got me working double shifts now, cause the kids are coming back to school. I'm tired is all," he sounded sincere. And Cris could definitely identify with being overworked.

"Don't mention it," Cris flagged his hand casually, "just ring it all up, please."

"Sure thing, man. Let me just get a quick price check on this here notebook. I'll be back before you can yel
l—
fire!" He smiled with croaked teeth and laughed out the toxic gas that was his bad breath.

"You've got to be kidding me," Criston mumbled under his breath, "i
t’
s a freaking notebook!" his pitch climbing slightly higher.

While he waited, he took a look around. He was continually comparing his memory of Aurora Boreal school and the town of Hyperborean that surrounded it, to the current day setting. He couldn't believe that it had become so large. It was still a relatively small town, but compared to its size seventeen years ago, Cris thought it was huge today.

Crix Avenue was bigger and better than last he'd seen it. He couldn't believe that he was standing in the very shop that his father, Conrad, had taken him to buy all his school supplies so long ago. 'One Stop Drop' was the only school supplies store in town, besides the one on school grounds. He wished Corinth was with him, but his mother convinced him last night that Corinth needed to spread his wings on his own accord. Criston would be leaving soon. If Corinth couldn't handle meeting a few new people on his own, then the sky wasn't the limit. The dirt ground was.

The cashier returned from his mysteriously lengthy absence and began ringing up all the other items. Everything went smooth from there, and Criston got out in record time. The kid behind the counter seemed pretty stupid, and most likely was, but he knew how to work that touch screen register. It was probably the only thing he could do well, Criston thought, as he exited the store back onto Crix Avenue.

Even though Crix is the main street in Hyperborean, it isn't very wide. It was like a funnel that opened up only once you reached the Puente del Rio. The bridge you have to cross to get over the Rio Plato, or Silver River, onto the school's property. Though tight, it had all the most important stores. All the biggest brands and even street performers roaming the sidewalks filled with shoppers. This is where tourist shop and stay. There were no residential homes on Crix. Only the wonders of an entire town channeled into one focused alley of a long, winding main street.

As he walked on, he noticed the key shop. The same key shop that sold him his now lost llave so many years ago. "Weston's," Criston said while he passed the shop.

He had forgotten what the shop was called. He was reminiscing reverently now, thankful that the Erratum spell from that key saved Corinth and him. He wanted to go inside and take a look around, but didn't have the time. He had to pick up an entire wardrobe for his son. Sena. Hendrix told him that he could simply retrieve Corinth's clothes from their home in Draconia, or at the Refectory on school grounds, but he didn't want to take the risk, and figured he'd rather look about town than simply go to the Refectory. She tried encouraging him to use the power that his restored hand gave him. But he wasn't interested in pulling at the threads on this one.

When she first told him about the powers of the glass hand, he didn't believe her one bit. They sent Corinth off to sleep, before their in depth conversation about the hand of fate. She said that it's a portal. Or that it opens up portals, something weird like that. He could use the hand to build bridges between the gaps in reality. All he need do is will it. His right hand lights up and turns into a purplish-blue glass when he forces it to. It freaked Criston out when he watched his flesh melt away, revealing the true nature of his newly gifted limb.

While he walked onward to the clothing store, La Ropa, he looked down at his right hand. He couldn't believe all the power that was literally in his palm. He was starting to become anxious about all the possibilities. How could anything ever be normal again? His wife was locked in another realm, his son's possessed by some unknown force, and now he's holding the key to opening up entrances to other dimensions. And who knows where else! She also informed him that he'd no longer need his llave. He could wield magik without a wand or llave now. He could access all of his power through the hand of fate.

How convenient, Cris thought, as he grabbed the black handle on the door to La Ropa, pulling hard. It was a rigid door, so he jerked as he tried to balance the rest of his bags against the force exerted by the shift of his weight. The door swung open abruptly after he ripped back on his heels. It occurred to him then that balancing the rest of his family life was going to be just as stiff and dark as this shop door that he could barely open.

Little did he know that the Hand of Fate could effortlessly open any door without ever grasping a handle.

April 1, 1002 ~ Daylight

"Well, the thing was right here last we saw it, so whatever," Emma told Corinth with a stuck up look that made him want to smack her clear across the hallway.

"I'm sorry," Anvard confessed, "I must have unknowingly let him out when I came into your dorm."

"Oh, pipe down, Andy." Emmy touched his shoulder. "Corinth understands. He knows you didn't mean to lose his best friend, and force a school wide manhunt for his search and rescue in the process. Believe me when I say this isn't your fault. Not one bit." Emmy's sarcastic side wasn't as frank as her sister's, but it was certainly as viscous. The two of them circled their brother, while they all stood helpless on the first floor of the Olympia building.

The building had twelve ascending floors. Corinth's dorm was mixed in with the teache
r’
s dorms on the top floor, because there was no space left in the three smaller student dorm buildings connected to Olympia. The floors inside all four buildings were constructed in such a way that they appeared to resemble the making of a bicycle tire. There are eight long halls that all run into the Main hall. The Main hall circles the entire outer perimeter of the building, like the inner tube of a tire, making everything on each respective floor accessible by way of one route. The eight directional halls that extend inward from the Main hall, like the spokes of the tire, all meet up at the Atrium of each of the buildings.

The Atrium being the heart center, there you could find the common rooms for each floor. The students gather there, watch TV, play games etc. Also, the elevators that take you from one floor to the next are there. The elevators are the only other exits from the upper floors, besides the sky-walks, which can only move you from building to building, but not get you out of one. Unless, of course, yo
u’
re planning to jump down from those miniature bridges. There's twelve stories worth of height for each of the four structures erected into the sky. Might take a little longer, but yo
u’
d be better off just taking the elevator from the Atrium, rather than jumping like a maniac.

And that's exactly what the four of them did to get down to the first floor of Olympia. They searched each floor as they made their way down. Eleven floors searched and one to go. Emmy and Emma said they saw Oliveto -leashed up next to a mysterious lady, who wore me
n’
s clothing. Corinth hoped it was Sena. Hendrix. He figured sh
e’
d be the only one to understand. He didn't want to get in trouble his first day at school with a ministrant he'd only just be meeting.

"Well ... maybe we can go to the Grand Ministrant," Corinth suggested to the group.

"Are you kidding me!" Emma shouted. "The witch who gave that depressing speech at orientation?" Corinth's face said yes, while she continued on with her ranting and raving about Sena. Hendrix's constant gloomy disposition. "The chick that runs this joint? Oh, no! I'm out! You can find your silly pup on your own time. Me and Emmy are going to go sign up for some affiliates. Let's go twin-y!" She waved her sister onward.

But something was amiss. Emma turned to her twin sister. But the response she was used to, didn't come as expected. Emmy was staring at the cobblestones of the first floor just beyond the entryway that Corinth had passed through the night before.

Though it was still morning and the sun shined bright, the same torches were lit and fixed against the walls. That surprised Corinth, once he noticed. But he figured with last night's events he had seen weirder things occur than fire in daylight.

"Well, sweetie, don't be shy," said Emma. "Let's hit the road already. I'm sure we can still get some good affiliates. I hear that they always need Equestrians. And we're a shoe in for that, right?" Emma had that dumb look on her face. The look some sport when they know they're being ignored, but they refuse to acknowledge it.

Emmy kicked up some dust on the ground and put her hands in the odd pockets knitted onto her skirt. She didn't breathe a word. An uncomfortable silence set in between all four of them. It took Anvard to break it.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" the big pink-eyed fellow yelled. "She doesn't want to go with you, Emma." He grabbed Corinth by the arm with one hand and Emmy with the other, gently pulling them along toward the entryway.

As they walked away from her, Emma felt a cold chill move over her spine. She and her twin did everything together. Nothing separated them . . . ever! Not even Andy. So,if she wasn't doing this for And
y—
then it must be for that little runt. The pink in her irises started to shimmer from the sunlight that flooded in through all the stone-craved windows on the walls, and the huge open entryway before her.

The signature marking of her race started to creep into her stance. It showed all over her face. She was jealous! Her lip trembled as she watched the three of them walk eagerly away from her, arm in arm. Such a pretty girl with flawless skin. The picture perfect reflection of her sister and mother.

Most in Lirio were beautiful beyond telling. Beyond telling of their vanity, for sure. Their pink eyes and angelic faces gave them a leg up on the competition. No one could outclass their beauty. And no one could tell them a thing that they didn't already know. They had it all figured out at every turn, which made them reluctant to admit fault or express sympathy for anyone other than themselves. There's an old saying about them that goes: 'You'd be better off kissing every swin
e’
s butt for good luck, rather than expecting a
returned
favor from a Lirian.'