Original Souls (A World Apart #1) (29 page)

But it wasn't long that he was able to process that incoming information. A familiar voice called out to him from down the hillside. It was The Well Read Walker, kneeling next to, you guessed i
t
… Oliveto! Corinth slapped both Anvard and Emmy on the arms and started running for Walker. He turned his head back while going full speed down the pathway of hillside and yelled. "Come on guys, he's a friend!"

They glanced at each, shrugged and starting running as well. They all made it down there about the same time. The two of them were much better athletes than Corinth.

"Hey Walker, how'd you find Oliveto? I looked for him everywhere I could think of." Corinth asked as he knelt down and rubbed the dog's neck. Oliveto seemed to perk up when Corinth touched him.

"Actually!" Walker paused and stood upright. Walker's high=pitched tone caught both Anvard and Emmy off guard. He didn't look casual or prissy at first, but he seemed to speak with such an exact purpose and haughty disposition that it made him appear more distinguished. Regal even. And not to mention, uncool. Walker began again, drawing slightly closer to Cory. "I may have been the cause of Oliveto leaving your side, earlier today."

Corinth stood back up, scratching his head in confusion. "How is that possible?"

"Well," Walker pulled a little green tool from his pocket. He was wearing the same outfit from last night, but it looked as if he cleaned and pressed it, and then put it back on. "I used this calling mechanism." Corinth and the others looked on in awe, until they realized what it was.

"Is that a dog whistle?" Emmy blurted out with a frown that made Walker take a second look at her.

"Well, yes it is, beautiful one." He moved toward her, extended his hand forward, touching her face gently. She was too nervous to react, so she just stood there. "Oh, you must be a Lirian," he said with a sarcastic smirk. "The two of you, I suspect!" He looked over to Anvard as well. "What a pity. I was hoping Corinth could make better suited friends for his many future adventures here at Aurora Boreal."

They both deflated a bit. Even Corinth was slightly ticked at Walker's words, but he had made a good friend in him last night. He wasn't going to be quick to write the zealous guy off just yet.

"So ... what does the whistle do?" Corinth asked awkwardly. Trying his best to deflect attention from Walker's over the top insults.

"Well, my good friend, you blow it like an ordinary whistl
e
… yes!" He looked over to Emmy, before he continued. His anger boiling over like an unleashed fighter dog. "But instead of calling all dogs in the vicinity. It calls only Oliveto, at any distance imaginable."

Anvard and Corinth perked up at the sound of that. But not Emmy. "Big deal," she mocked with an arched eyebrow. "I could come up with a calling spell, and reach him anywhere on earth with my llave."

"And what then if you don't have your llave?" Walker questioned with a bold intensity that was most likely unnecessary when dealing with a twelve-year-old girl.

"I suppose," she put her finger to her chin, "I'd do the same as when I didn't have your crappy little whistle on me." Emmy was bold, too.

Walker took a much-needed deep breath, but still couldn't manage to suppress his anger. The two of them had a staring contest for quite some time. Miraculously, Emmy won! Walker turned his attentions back to Corinth. Anvard noticed that he interacted very differently with Cory, than with the two of them. And he didn't even know them, so there could be no grudge to speak of. So, why take such a deep rooted interest in Corinth. Anvard decided to keep an eye on Walker. He was
n’
t sure he liked the ma
n’
s relationship with his new naive friend.

"I wanted to see Oliveto." Walker looked down at small Corinth with pride. I wanted to make sure I'd made a good choice by putting him in your care," he spoke with a sensitivity that made Corinth very susceptible to his words. "From the looks of it, he's happier with you than he ever was with me. I'm glad for that." He placed the whistle in Corinth's hand and closed the bo
y’
s small hand up tight. "I wanted to give this to you as well." He shook Corinth's closed fist and smiled brightly.

Corinth looked down at the green mechanism and smiled gently. "I don't know what to say, but thank you."

"Of course," Walker said through a perfect smile. The sun shined behind him, as they all stood under a massive tree on the Olympus Grounds.

Then suddenly, like a lightning bolt from the sky, Sena. Hendrix instantly, and rather silently, appeared. The only thing that denoted her presence to the three children was the grimace that slowly made its way from one side of Walke
r’
s mouth to the other. He arched his back, and stood up straight in the company of the Grand Ministrant. His posture and facial expression made the three of them turn around to survey what he had taken notice of. As they turned, she began speaking in crisp sentences that made their ears ring.

"Lovely day for a stroll, is it not?" her rhetorical questioning went unanswered as expected. "Tell me, Corinth, Anvard, Emm
y
— how are you liking Aurora Boreal thus far?"

"I think i
t’
s beautiful." Emmy motioned toward the sun beaming in the distance over the South Lake. It lay just beyond the reaches of the Olympus Grounds. "But I must say, the Silver River, that's my favorite landmark."

"What a well spoken delight you are." Sena. Hendrix genuinely took to Emmy as she explained herself with an air of balanced confidence. "But, I'll have you know, Señora Fielder, that we call the land marks by their proper names. In Maledictus. I know that in Lirio, you all speak the cursed language rather openly, am I correct?" She knew already that she was right, but she chose to involve Emmy in the conversation.

"Yes, of course, Grand Ministrant," Emmy said while taking a big gulp of air in. She was shocked. She had never spoken with her in person before, and yet the dignified woman knew her name. It was intimidating, to say the least.

Walker looked around in mock ignorance, but Hendrix could very well tell he was paying close attention. "S
o—
I think i
t’
s safe for me to assume that if you speak the cursed Maledictus, thus you know these terms quite well."

"We do learn it in school, but we barely speak it in public anymore, Sena. Hendrix," Anvard's tone came off as a bit too familiar for her liking. She personally chose him to deliver Corinth's clothes for good reason, but didn't want the youth thinking he was special in her eyes.

She couldn't help but respond as such. "I caution you to never inject yourself into a conversation you weren't invited into!"

A somber and sobered look came across his boyish face. He looked down at the grass, thoroughly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Grand Ministrant, it won't happen again."

Corinth felt bad for him, but chose to hold his tongue. As he had learned so well to do around Sena. Hendrix these past few days.

"So, to continue, my dear," Sena. Hendrix's beaming eyes flared with the light of the sun
,”
I would prefer if you referred to the Silver River as Rio Plato. The same amount of words and syllables. Only a slightly different language."

Her excessively prideful face glistened in the light of the high noon sun. Her brown skin was picture perfect for her age. She passed on quite a set of genes to Criston and Corinth alike. If only Corinth knew she was his grandmother, it might drive him insane to think that his favorite grandfather had been married to this witch. He'd probably be glad that his father cut her out of their lives before his birth.

"What of you, Corinth?" She turned to the olive skin, small boy, with a steady will. She thought his skin was so perfect that she wanted to give him a huge kiss on the cheek right there in the meadow. But her grandmotherly urges were stunted by her realization that he barely knew her at all.

"Um, well," Cory started dubiously, "I like the trees and stuff." He threw his hands around in every directio
n—
but that of a tree. Though, he standing right underneath a very large one.

"Interesting ... assessment," she said through clenched teeth, thinking he sounded just like his father. "D
o—
enjoy those trees while you can," as she was saying her last words, she noticed him slip the green whistle into his pant pocket. "What was that?" she said with her keen eye trained on his trousers.

"What was what?" Corinth questioned back. Walker perked up as Corinth tried to verbally evade Hendrix. It seemed as if he too didn't want her to see what he had given the boy.

Her tone was a lot more forceful this time around. "The thing you conspicuously slipped in your left jean pocket only a moment ago. That's what!"

Corinth was beat. He reached inside his pocket, pulled out the whistle, and handed it over to her.

"I
t’
s just a dog whistle, Silvia," Walker said with a shaky tone.

Emmy shot him a look, but he wasn't focused on her. He was watching Sena. Hendrix inspect the charm. Emmy thought to herself that he was a flip-flopper. A second ago, that thing was gold, and now i
t’
s just a simple whistle. That was her point entirely.

Hendrix looked at the little green doggie toy with a surprising amount of intrigue. She whipped out her wand as Walker started to back away slowly. She was only moments away from touching the tip of her mature wand to the mysterious charm when she noticed something on the ground at Corinth's sneakers. When she looked down, so too did the rest of them. Corinth hadn't realized it'd fallen out of his pocket when he withdrew the whistle.

"Oh, my card!" He picked it up without a second thought, and started putting it back into his pocket.

Sena. Hendrix shot Walker a look more cold than she'd given any other human being before. She put her wand back inside an inner pocket to the breast plate of her cloak, along with the whistle.

"Hey!" Corinth shouted. "He gave that to me. It's mine."

She bent over slightly in her black high heels and gently caressed Corinth's face. "Allow me, if you will, to farther inspect the charm before you take it back into your possession, Corinth." She was trying to be sweet, but as always, it came off as condescension.

"Honestly, I don't see the point. I think it would be better off with me," Corinth said while Walker smirked, walking up behind him. He gently placed his hand on Corinth's shoulder and gave Sena. Hendrix a cold stare. She stood up straight.

"As you wish, little Sen. Gambit." With that, she handed Corinth back his whistle. She was fond of calling all the students by their last names, even though it was only the requirement that students call ministrants by those titles. Prefixing it with Señor and Señora, the Maledictus equivalents for Mr. and Ms./Mrs. She just couldn't let go of her preference for the cursed language
.“
But on to this card you have. I believe i
t’
s one of thos
e—
"

"Deaves!" Walker said abruptly, "i
t’
s a playing card from the card battling game that many at the school used to delight in, Silvia."

"Yeah," Corinthseconded Walker's statements as he looked up at him. "Walker gave me that card last night while you were talking to my dad on the benches." Sena. Hendrix looked very uneasy. Walker was loving it. He had never seen her so struck by surprise before. "I
t’
s the Tydrahn card."

A stroke of light went off inside Hendrix mind. She hadn't heard that word in nearly seventeen years. And never wanted to hear it ever again. "The Tydrahn you say," her voice hadn't cracked like that in decades.

"Yeah," Corinth began, "i
t’
s like this tiger slash dragon monster. It breathes lightning bolts and has poison nails and fangs. I
t’
s pretty cool," Corinth said while staring down at the card. Emmy thought it was awesome too, but Anvard wasn't very interested. Sports were his thing, not geeky card games. But he tried feigning interest for Corinth's sake.