Original Souls (A World Apart #1) (63 page)

The three of them were on the inside falling with half the weight of the cart's metal bottom on their heads. It was better than all the weight, as Corinth tried to explain to them before. They could climb to the top if they had enough time, he thought. But they were physically sapped. They simply didn't have the leverage and definitely not the time. The track was high above the lake, but it would
n’
t take more than a solid minute to merge with the murky waters below.

"Brace yourselves!" Corinth called out. He knew that the fall wouldn't kill them from above, but below. Unless, of course, one of the bars caught them on the head. But the crash into the water would create a pressure that may very well crush them. He thought maybe they should have stayed on, but he knew that wouldn't have given them any fighting chance. Their cart had already caught fire, and was the next in line to be flung off the track by the faulty engines and magnetism stripes running along its edges. But he didn't understand why his dream pulled him to do this, because falling through the sky was no clear solution to their problem. He realized he had no clue what he doing at this point, and just let the gravity of the situation takeover.

As they prepared themselves for certain death, time seemed to drastically slow around them all. Almost intentionally, Corinth felt. Then suddenly, Anvard called out, breaking Corint
h’
s transfixed revelation that time was
n’
t passing at its normal rate. "Get closer, Curly!" his tone was completely out of context, even to Corinth. He moved quickly to Anvard's side. "Don't let go of me, or else it won't work!" he said quickly, then immediately initiated his escape plan. He still had his llave clutched tightly in his hand, pressed up against the bar he clung to. They were so close to the water that their clothes started to wet with the mist.

He was a grade-A wielder of magik, Anvard. That's why he knew for sure that he wasn't able to pull off the teleportation spell while hanging from the side of the cart. Or even if he was just sitting on his bed in his dorm, as comfy as could be. Not very far, at least. Disassembling and reassembling yourself was no small feat. Better yet, with two additional people along for the ride. He needed them close. He feared that his lacking strength could
n’
t pick them up unless they were tethered to him. It was the only useful idea that came to mind. He couldn't angle his llave anywhere, nor put it into rotation. Without the extra power generated by rotation, he'd have to use his residual gut strength, just like Sena. Hendrix did to bring down all three of those helicopters with her wand back at the Pavilion.

"Teletransportar De Tres!!!" Andy gave more than he had to try to save them. A blue and gray plume of smoke carried the -three of them from the bottom end of the plummeting coaster. All the wa
y—
to the top. They were
n’
t far from the coaster as it crashed into the lake. The surge of water flew up into the air, as they were temporarily frozen by And
y’
s quick acting spell. Their ascension over the North Lake could
n’
t last long though. The spell kept them suspended for a time. But what goes up, does come back down.

Corinth noticed that Anvard was incapacitated.
Overdosed
. And Lindle was flailing like a scared cat being toss into bathwater. Their bodies detached from one another as the spell began to wear. They started to fall again, but Corinth was determined to survive. He reached forward and pried Anvard's llave from his right hand.

Once he got it, he shouted out loud with the fierce nature his mother tried so desperately hard to instill in him when they vigorously traine
d—
"Aer Pellabor!" Though Anvar
d’
s golden pixie llave burst into a brilliant display of bright dust . . . the spell worked!

All three boys were rewarded for their diligence with a set of makeshift transparent wings that sprouted from their backs. Their bodies glided through the sky, moving away from danger.

It was the first time Corinth had ever come through with a spell, but still his cursed way with llaves persisted. He was reminded of his imperfect ability to wield magik as the gold pixie dust swirled about in front of his face. Catching up with the winds, twirling around the night sky over the lake.

His mom always thought that a person's true potential shined through when under pressure. She tried to teach him how to air glide off their roof. But he felt like she was just teaching him how to fall, over and over again. Julia was the only one who ever made any headway with teaching Corinth to wield, but they didn't get very far. Despite her most dire efforts, she could never get him to master even one spell. Especially, Aer Pellabor. He broke his first bone tumbling off their roof in Graysonville, Draconia. He was trying to produce these very wings that would slowly guide him down, instead of him just dropping like a stone. He finally did it. He figured his mom was right, as he came in for a soft landing, far away from the wreckage of the coaster. Extreme pressure did help him think a lot more clearly.

Lindle came in gently as well. Anvard's body came in smooth too, but his peace of mind, not so much. He was barely conscious after that teleport spell drained him. When his face touched the cool waters of the North Lake, he instantly sprung back to life. Kicking and fighting that life, like it was trying to kill him. He splashed Corinth and Lindle, but they were already soaked anyway as they too were floating in the middle of the dreary lake. They watched the burning wreckage from about a mile away. Anvard came to his senses, once he realized that his spastic fidgeting was the cause of him feeling like he was drowning. He swam closer to join the two smaller boys. They all bobbed in the water nervously, looking back at the destruction they caused.

"Sena. Hendrix is going to have our heads on platters! Do you know how much this is going to cost the school?" Lindle exclaimed, right into Cory and Andy's ears. They cringed as he panicked loudly.

It's all too funny how quickly a person can mentally adjust. Just minutes ago, he was fighting for his life. Now he's worried about getting detention.

May 23, 1002 ~ Nightfall

"So Nexus, we meet yet again. I know you can hear me from inside the heart, the mind, and most certainly the soul of this wretched little abomination, posing as a savior. Trust, your views will be most different once I possess you. The El Muerte Vivo curse will make sure of it."

Corinth was still unconscious, but coming to. He dreamed of the crashing coaster, and floating beside Anvard and Lindle. He saw the sky blacken above them. Clouds rolled in while lightning poured from this dark sky, hitting the water all around them. They felt little shocks against their skin with every strike. The water started to spin counter clockwise. An intimidating whirlpool opened up. The already eerie North Lake became a lot more mysterious when the spiraling waters sucked them in, resembling the mouth of a roaring dragon swallowing them whole.

Corinth opened his eyes while lying on a stone altar. He could barely see, but he notice
d—
Walker standing in front of him. He tried to take a swing at him, but brown leather straps on either end restricted his arms and legs. "Walker ... why?"

The man laughed with a distinctive peculiarity to his tone. "He thinks I'm that fool!" The lady beside him chuckled as well.

Corinth's eyes began adjusting to the low light of the creepy place. He heard water dripping and dripping from every direction. The atmosphere was wet and stuffy. He fully opened his eyes, and understood why they laughed at him. A blond-haired man stared down at an electronic tablet in his delicate looking hands. He didn't look that much like Walker at all really. His hair wasn't curly, and it was a few shades lighter blond. His -skin was also a few shades lighter than Walke
r’
s. He had on more stylish clothing too. A full black suit, button up and all. Paired with a white-collared shirt peeking out from underneath it. His gray eyes made Corinth immediately think of the Deaves overseer. Sena. Mira had the same gray eyes as this fellow. She was the only person Corinth had ever met from Imperativo, so she was his only point of reference in the differing shades of gray their eyes took.

Though he didn't recognize the man, he certainly knew who the woman beside him was. His rotations ministrant, Sena. Lilith. She still reminded him of his mother so much. They were nearly identical, though her skin was more olive tone like his own. His mother's skin was more liken to the mysterious man that began walking away. He ventured down into the large opening in the rocks. Corinth saw him step down a few of the stairs, and then the staircase twisted downward away from his line of sight.

"What are you doing, Sena. Lilith?" She didn't even look up from her tablet. "What's going on? Where are my frie
n—
"

"Shut up, child!" she sounded more than just serious as she interrupted him. Her green eyes lit up like glow sticks.

He couldn't believe how she could have hidden an atrocious attitude like that in every single rotations class. She presented herself with a certain sense of patience in class, just like his mom always had when they trained. But suddenly, with that outburst, she didn't look so much like Julia to him anymore. He had no idea what was going on. He heard footsteps. He turned, and saw the face of Sebastian Wilcox coming up the staircase the other man just left from. Suddenly, he came to the somber realization that he wasn't dreaming a moment ago.

"Welcome, Corinth. How very nice to have finally met yo
u
… without being shocked half to death by orbiting aura rays, that is. Trust me, you look much better out of that cocoon the Nexus seems to think you require. But, I bet you're a big enough boy now to be able to handle yourself, on your own, just fine."

He walked over with a strut befitting of a much younger man. Corinth figured he was at least sixty years old. But his emphatic confidence was powerful, and certainly frightening.

"I saw you produced some angel wings out there, over North Lake. Quite a feat, my little friend. I wasn't able to master many spells in Maledictus until I was a man. Of course, we only had wands back then. Your friend Anvard relies on the rotation of his llave to be able to produce the power he wields in the cursed language. As you witnessed, he could barely teleport without the rotation. But it's a good thing you persuaded them to drop the railcar with you, or else his short-lived teleportation would have sent you three colliding with that fiery cart, and certain death. However, yo
u—
you performed a Maledictus spell much better and without being in rotation. You should be proud! That language is so complex, you know. Blended from several others, long before the time of the Great Eight. You are a part of history today young man, in more ways than you realize."

He tilted his head to the side as he rested his arms on the altar, directly in front of Corinth. He crouched down so that they were eye level now. Corinth was too afraid to speak. Sebastian could see it in his eyes. So, he tried to calm the scared child strapped down against his will on the altar before him. Sebastian didn't want to have to use his last resort to keep the boy conscious just yet.

"Don't be afraid, young one. I won't hurt you. Not even a little bit. This is a promise! A promise that I am making t
o—
you." He touched Corinth's chest with his index finger as he said the last word. The turquoise-eyed boy winced insultingly. Sebastian twisted up his lips, and bit down on his tongue. He hated children with a passion. He wanted to rip the tired boy up off the altar. Just start the transfer now. But he knew that type of fear would activate a subconscious response in the boy. A force from within Corinth that neither he nor anyone else could break. "So, can we make a deal?" he asked menacingly. Not even realizing how dreadful he sounded.

Corinth looked into his shimmering blue eyes. His velvet burgundy suit looked expensive. He watched as the pale man tugged on it, meticulously attempting to arrange it to perfect. Corinth tried everything not to, but his curiosity called out to him. So he went for it. He tried to silently creep into the mind of the puppeteer behind this entire ordeal. He didn't push hard at all. Yet somehow, his motives were obvious to the old and infamous magik wielder kneeling beside the altar.

"Ad Infinitum," the old dog whispered while brushing off his lapel. He then turned his head up, and looked deep into Corinth's eyes.

Corinth had no idea what just happened. It was like a door slammed in his face. Better yet, in his mind. He heard a snap afterwards that apparently signified that the door was locked from the inside.