Original Souls (A World Apart #1) (52 page)

He called out to the angry boy leaving his villa. "I can teach you the spell for your stomach, and teleporting can be rather simple if you ease your mind first! I could teach you -these things if you like, Corinth
!
” he said loudly, adding
,“
of course, no pressure though!" he knew how desperate he sounded, so he attempted to dial it back. Walker understood that Corinth wanted to know how to use magik without a llave or wand. He was the only person Corinth had ever seen do it before. He was also one of few who could actually do it.

But Corinth had lost interest in Walker when he disregarded his plight. The battle raging on inside Corinth's mind was getting harder to bear on his own. Yet he chose to go it alone. He disappeared from sight as Walker turned back to his home to see Sena. Lilith standing in front of his white screen door. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem daunted by her presence.

"I knew you'd show up sooner or later, Camil," Walker said, in a familiar tone.

She pursed her lips and threw her head back laughing. "Apparently you know a lot of things nowadays, old friend."

Walker's facial expression conveyed a broad mix of emotion. The most intriguing one being ... his grin.

<*>

Corinth stepped into the auditorium a little late. Sena. Hendrix was standing at the door when he passed by. He didn't acknowledge her in any way. "Excuse me, Sen. Gambit, but the assembly started more tha
n—
"

"I don't care!" he threw his hand up to shut her up, and continued walking the descending row of stairs.

"Well, how about that," she whispered to herself. Then disappeared out the double doors her grandson had just come through.

He noticed his team of friends sitting next to one another in the semicircular auditorium that faced the stage below. He walked the steps down the aisle that was just one over from the section his friends were sitting in. Anvard waved out to him, from in-between the rows of seats, and Corinth pretended not to see. Instead, he noticed a more at ease sight.

"Hey, Lindle," Corinth flopped down next to the curly haired boy, into the end seat. "Is this taken?"

"No," Lindle informed politely, "I usually sit like this so no one will sit next to me. Then when things start, I move over so that no one is seated next to me on either side," Lindle realized how lame he sounded when Corinth slightly frowned. So he stopped speaking and turned his face forward, back to the lecturer's podium.

Corinth definitely understood how it felt to prefer to be alone most of the time. "That's a pretty sweet idea. I'll try it sometime. Do you mind if I take this seat, just this one time though?"

"You're fine. In fact, I'm glad you're there." They smiled at each other. Lindle pushed his long curls away from his face. Now that Corinth was there, he didn't feel as much of a need to alienate himself from everyone around him.

Sen. Huntzmen took to the podium, and shuffled some papers around. "Okay, okay children
,
” the auditorium kept on buzzing and Huntzmen was not okay with that. Settl
e—
dow
n—
students! Your attentions, please!" A stocky, dark skin man with the eyes of a Hyperborean. He possessed a masculine commanding voice. Students always strictly adhered to anything he asked of them. He was truly gentle hearted, but his firm side outweighed his capacity for compassion. Everyone could see it, if they ever managed to get on his bad side. "So, most of you know me, as I've been working here forever. The reason you're here is to learn about the Myths. Why? Because we say so. There's your why. Most of you write the myths off as just common bedtime stories. You're right in many ways, but the myths are a connection to our ancestry. Our common ancestry. We were one people in the very beginning. Now we are eight races strong!"

He lifted his hand up to express emotion, but lost himself in thought. He brought his hand back down, and began to think. Sena. Hendrix made it very clear that any ministrant that made the mixed children feel out of place would be punished. No matter their seniority, she would handle them personally. Most ministrants felt a particular need to be very nice to the little boy with turquoise colored eyes, as they began noticing the specific emphasis she placed on his personal well being at the institution. Giving him his own makeshift room had
n’
t gone unnoticed. But she always included the others as well in her explanations. But rumors traveled quickly at Aurora Boreal. Most of the ministrants and even some students knew he was her grandson at this point.

He found himself again. "Well, what I mean to say ... is that we have come far, and are still growing. For instance, I am married to a young lady from Imperativo. Most of you know her as my assistant in your Watchers classes. She was also brought in to preside over the abruptly reinstated Deaves card game. My daughter, Melanie, and I love Sena. Mira very much. If we have a child, there will be a new race that will spring from us. That is the wonderful progression of life," he elaborated well, trying to avoid Hendrix's wrath.

"Do you like your stepmom?" Emma turned to her new roommate and asked. Melanie had been moved out of her old dorm on her father's request. Sen. Huntzmen didn't like that she was in a coed dorm with her boyfriend Esteban, who's two grade levels higher than she. He knew that Mel must have bribed someone to get a sweet deal like that, because even though dorms were coed, they weren't of differing grade levels.

Mel turned to Emma. Anvard and Emmy were interested to hear her response. After Anvard reluctantly apologized about his spells against her at the Levantarse match, he found that she was
n’
t as ridiculously overbearing as he suspected. They leaned over a bit to eavesdrop, sitting on the other side of their sister.

"She's not a bad person," Mel began. "Like, she's nice to me, and respectful of my mom when they're around each other. But really..." She paused to think before she gave a finite answer. Her yellow eyes shined against the lights hanging high over her father at the podium. The Fielder siblings hung on every word she said. Even though Anvard preached forgiveness, he was still hurt -inside about Sena. Mir
a’
s actions against him back in Imperativo. Mel took a breath and spoke on. "Really, I just don't trust her. There's something there. She's not bad, but I'm not saying she's good either." She shrugged when she noticed the others listening in. "Just do
n’
t trust her, is all."

The results were inconclusive, but Emmy had her own judgments to bring against Mel's stepmom. "And you shouldn't," she added to Melanie's statement.

Mel leaned in further. "What's that Emmy?"

"Oh nothing, just a cough," she tried to replicate her previous remarks with a cough, but they sounded nothing alike.

Mel pulled away awkwardly. "Okay then."

Anvard nudged Emmy in the side. "Hey! I didn't make any promises," she said with her hands up as if sh
e’
d just been busted stealing from a bank vault.

Claudia looked at the whole scenario without a clue to what was happening. With the lacking interest she had in their covert conversations, she opted to turn back to Sen. Huntzmen's speech.

"We all know the stories of the firebirds that keep the far North warm and thawed. We've all seen the pixie dust, but when was the last recorded time someone saw an actual pixie. They've all but disappeared from the lands and from our thoughts. The myths are important, students. They are our past and can lead to new discoveries about our future. This is why you're here. To be informed. So allow me to do that. And please, if you still have questions after this, feel free to join the myths club. We're always accepting new members."

Corinth was sitting next to Lindle and sweating bullets. He was feeling pretty bad again. "Hey, are you all right?" Lindle asked while touching his back. "God! You're burning up. You should probably go to the nurses' hospital.
I’
ve been before, the nurses are really sweet."

Corinth had his head buried in his lap. He looked up, and turned to Lindle. "I'm fine, really. I just probably need a bit of water." He started to get up, but Lindle stopped him.

"I'll get it. Just hang tight." He stood up, and walked past the baking boy.

Corinth felt like his stomach had transformed into a brick oven. He cringed and tightened up, pulling his head back down into his lap. He made a gut wrenching noise that grabbed the attention of a few kids in the row behind him. He didn't want to alarm anyone, so he got up and tried to walk out of the auditorium. Sen. Huntzmen droned on about something that caught Corinth's ear, as he turned to walk up the aisle he had just descended from only a few minutes ago. He was
n’
t listening before, but now Huntzme
n’
s words came in loud and clear.

"...that temple was renamed after the original soul split into two. Forming the first male and first female entities. The mythical Shattered Temple was said to be in the Angora Mt. Ranges, just beyond the North Lake. But no one has ever found it out there. Nor any of the artifacts that were said to have dwelled within. Like the Creative Window. It is said that this window created the planets and stars. A big claim, I know, but it's the only recorded information on the relic. We go with what we have. With such value placed on a temple like that, it was assumed to be guarded. Heavily guarded! Under the protection of the Vigil Luces. Least that's what the
y’
re commonly called among scholars. But the
y’
re the Guarding Lights. Powerful, very magnificently powerful creatures that were once human
.
” People in the auditorium gasped. Corinth felt like he recognized Huntzme
n’
s colorful language for reasons that had nothing to do with myth. He believed the Vigil Luces, these Guarding Lights, were more real than ever. "These Luces were destroyed during their lives. Tragically destroyed for malicious reasons. The Vigil Luces rest at the sights at which they were buried. Waiting to be awakened from death if ever needed to protect what was precious during their lifetimes. But Still..."

Corinth's ears started to fade in and out. He could no longer hold himself up. He started hallucinating about killer dragons, and falling skies, and blinding lights shaped in person form. Lindle walked back through the double doors with a cup full of water from the fountains in the hall, just in time to see Corinth collapse on the floor. The students and ministrants rushed to his side. He took yet another blow to head when he fell forward, face first. He was knocked unconscious, bringing the activity in the room to a complete standstill.

May 23, 1002 ~ Daylight

When Corinth opened his eyes, he realized he'd just woken up from the same recurrent dream. To his surprise, no one was there to greet him in the hospital room on the main floor of Olympia. A thick curtain that hung on a curved rod shrouded him inside. This velvety-gray sheet tethered to the rod closed him in on either side, cutting him off to whatever was behind it. Corinth assumed there were just more hospital beds, with curtains hanging from rods, closing them in too.

Some people walked in. Corinth heard two high pitch female voices. Nurses coming to check on patients, he presumed. He heard them pull back a curtain, but didn't acknowledge a patient. He figured they must be sleeping, in a coma, or just plain not there. But they did keep talking to each other.

"Ya know, that kid a few spots over?"

"Yeah, the mixed one?"

"Yeah. They say his uncle's gone missing! Well, he's not actually his uncle. The Grand Ministrant and her former husband adopted him when he was a boy. But ya know who
I’
m talking about, right? Ya know, that cutie-pie Squadron guy."

Corinth's ears starting ringing. He couldn't believe how wrong they were getting it. He'd just seen his uncle, and he wasn't adopted. No less by Sena. Hendrix, that's just weird, he kept telling himself.

The other lady seemed confused as well. She questioned her gossiping frien
d’
s sources. "How do you know all this? I haven't heard a lick of it before."

"Well," she pulled in closer looking around, and then she closed the curtain around the two of them. That made it harder for Corinth to listen, but he could still hear them whispering away. "Well, I was reporting to Sena. Hendrix about the mixed boy. She wanted all the info to come to he
r—
and her only. But before I came into her office, she was chatting it up on the phone. I assumed it to be Sen. Bernard. She called the man Alistair, and that is his first name, as much as I know. And I've heard things about how close they are too!" She winked at her girlfriend.