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Chapter 9: The Lyon’s Inn
Machia Veil Timeline
Three days later, morning C Main Street, Village of Denewood, Surridge
The following morning, Nates shoulders drooped, the weight of another rough night evident in his posture. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Lauryns pendant. He took a deep breath and composed himself. Ill find a job in Dene, he said with conviction. Somewhere Mum will walk in. Thats how Ill find her.
A famous town like Denewood made for a busy movement of people. He tidied himself. Work would give him access to his mother. It was all he had. He advanced toward the first coffee house where guests sat under parasols. At least the sun was out for a change, despite the bent windows.
Do you have any vacancies? he asked.
The server peered at him over his glasses. Sorry, fully staffed, but ask the Lyons Inn, he pointed. They have a vacancy sign.
With trembling legs, Nate walked into the pub.
I am looking for work. I am happy to do anything, he said.
How old are you? Asked the grey-faced man looking through papers. He had thinning hair. Then he looked up. Nate straightened his posture, his back aligned, and shoulders squared.
Nineteen lied Nate, side-tracked by eggs benedict on a stand.
Are you happy to clean dishes?
Nates eyes shined. Anything, anything will be great.
When can you start?
Now?
Okay, you can start at five today. If youre good, you can stay as a server, otherwise we will move you to dishwasher, understood?
Understood! Thank you so much.
Relief! At last!
Starved of sleep, he sank under the sun in the meadow that bordered Denewood. When he roused, he was smiling. He stripped off his clothes and leapt into the river. His belly still hurt, and he was tired. But the countryside offered a break from the intense colours in Dene. I am going to eat at 5 pm! After his swim, he returned to Denewood, eager for his first job ever. He had a feeling of accomplishment. I will find Mum!
He made the ten-minute stroll to Dene as if floating on air.
What a great feeling! Ouch! His belly growled. Grasping his abdomen, he quickened his stride. He turned a corner when a familiar sound moved him.
His heart skipped a beat, and he ambled towards the music. The faint echoes of a flamenco guitar and its orchestra grew in volume. It was coming from a ground-floor window. A civic centre. Nate crept closer.
Thats when he saw her.
***
She wore a bright red dress with playful polka dots. Silky raven hair cascaded down her back.
Asian eyes! he marvelled.
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Her face had a kitten-like charm to it.
With each rehearsal, she added an extra layer of anger and defiance to the step. Reaching up, curling her hand, and then diving to the ground. Swivelling and tap dancing until she came to a stop. Striding towards a sound system, she resumed the track, and her entrancing movements began again to the beat of a Spanish guitar.
The dance was a living poem, with each step telling a story.
It startled Nate when a man in his mid-fifties stormed in. He killed the music.
Without a word or explanation, he struck her hard.
You broke the rules! he thundered.
A spark of determination flickered in her eyes.
The man struck her again.
A lad rushed in before Nate could intervene.
Back off! he shouted, positioning himself between them. Nate held his breath.
Back home now! The older man roared as he turned to leave.
She burst into tears.
Kenya, tune out that monster. Youre too good a dancer.
Kenya! Nate whispered.
Why dont you leave? Try Londoom, he said, opening a fridge door and searching for ice.
But I missed the solstice.
Someone will help you; you have to try.
I have to go to work, she said, nursing her black eye with the ice.
Nate was immobile. A mix of fear for her and dreams engulfed him. Her swaying fixed in his mind.
He wandered through Dene in a trance-like state.
***
His new boss checked his watch. Youre late!
I am sorry! He jumped. He was not used to explaining himself.
If youre late again, youre out, you hear me?
For sure! For sure!
This is Sue. Shell train you.
Sue was pleasant and presented Nate a black apron to wear over his clothes. He felt the pockets.
You have a wine opener there. Dont lose it! A notepad and pens. Youll start filling the tomato sauce bottles. She pointed at the corner of the tent where three other servers ogled Nate.
Come on, you lot! Dont stop! She sighed.
Nate sat at the table. It was refreshing no one recognised him, but his head was elsewhere.
A man from the kitchen brought out a tray of cold rice salad. The quantity made Nates eyes grow wide. He feared the food would disappear, so he lunged forward and stuffed his mouth as chairs screeched.
Nate paused. Red as a beet. He suspended his hands in the air. This was the end. First late, now he was acting like an animal.
Sue approached Nate. There is plenty for everyone, she said, taking the tray away from him.
I-IIm sorry, he said, spurting bits of rice from his mouth.
Thirty minutes later, and relieved to have eaten. Nate began working.
***
The locals had dull complexions, as though they never left their homes. Or was it the weather? That day, Nate served a couple at a corner table with their children. He over smiled, and they leaned backwards when he came close. Later, he overheard them talking to Forester, his new boss.
He smiles too much. Hes hiding something, said a diner.
Give him a chance. I took pity on the boy, he said.
An hour later, Kenya walked into the restaurant and placed her server apron on.
Nate froze, holding a tray of drinks.
A co-worker levelled the tray before it crashed.
Woah, easy Nate! Kenya is way out of your league! he said. Table 12 hurry, drinks are waiting!
Forester took her to one side and exchanged some words. She headed to the change room.
Nate! said Sue, startling him. But he couldnt tear his gaze away from Kenya, and he followed her. He was a meter away from her when she faced him.
What? she asked, flushed. Who are y-. Hey, I recognise you! Dont I?
Up close her eyes glistened like pools of obsidian, and her nose, the most unexpected freckles.
They spoke without words. Nates hand reached towards her black eye when Forester interrupted them.
Nate, for heavens sakes! Hurry, table 12 is waiting! Kenya, see you in a few days.
***
Nate walked out with a silly smile that lasted the evening. How was she possible?
Later he was leaving the Inn when Forester approached him. We have a room here, he said.
A room? said Nate. A room!
If you need a place, you may stay.
I may? I can stay!
Do you want the room or not? asked Forester.
Yes, yes! he whooped.
***
Inns have rooms! Nate grinned as he went upstairs through a warped Tudor corridor with a narrow low ceiling. He searched for room three.
A small room. He breathed in. The bed had pristine linen! The window faced a red brick wall only a yard away. Despite the cramped space, having a bed to himself filled him with joy. He was to share a bathroom in the hallway with another four. He didnt care. Sleeping well was all that mattered.
Later, he had a glorious meal. Fish and chips. After three days of homelessness, he appreciated everything. The taste, the smell, the charity of the Forester family. He would treasure this time forever.
Chapter 10: Secret Tantrum
Machia Veil Timeline
08:50 am, July 3
rd C The Lyons Inn, Denewood, Surridge
Forester was not happy, but Nate brushed it aside. He needed the job like life itself. So, he mixed up the delivery of food and shattered an entire tray of glasses. He didnt let the Roberts know they had run out of rum cake. Nate insisted he had it under control. But every question Foresters clients asked him made him jittery. The restaurant was hectic. The diners frowned at him.
Nate, grab the ketchup with your tray to avoid a second trip. Think of reducing the runs you make, or you will burn yourself out. And warn the Farleys about the rum cake! said Sue.
***
Morning C three days later
They relegated Nate to dish washing. He refrained from throwing a tantrum despite the unfairness. He imagined taking the water spray and soaking everyone in the kitchen. Dancing on the food or peeing in the soup.
You okay boy? asked the chef.
Nate stopped in his trance. Yes! he said, startled. Sorry boss! he kept on scrubbing.
That night before bed, Nate took out Lauryns pendant and read the inscription. Life is change, and how we adjust will make or break us.
Dangling the pendant, he held it tight with his hand, leaning it on his chest and closing his eyes.
Scrubbing plates was alright, it was the constant flow of pots and pans that strained his arms and back.
***
They supplied him with a large waist belt the last washer had used.
You will strengthen your muscles, my boy, keep at it! said Forester.
Nate recalled the time he agreed to a hike up a steep mountain. He wasnt used to it and his friend gave him nuts and fruit to regain energy. So, as his dishwashing became more arduous, Nate used that tactic throughout the day. This allowed him to gain physical strength. He had no choice. He never wanted to be hungry again.
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Nate collapsed in bed after a long day. He was glad Kenya did not see him. It was mortifying. But he hoped his mother would.
According to the tabloids, they spotted Ava Kenler, as she was called here, strolling through Denewood. So, whenever he had a break, he scanned the faces of every pedestrian and driver in the village, expecting to find her. He also searched for her at the Lyons Inn. His heart always raced with anticipation, but disappointment followed.
***
Two days later
The staff at the Lyons Inn were buzzing. Nate was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing the pots when Sue burst into the kitchen.
Shes here! Ava Kenler, wow! Shes so beautiful, she said.
She is! said Chef.
As others chimed in, Nate removed his back belt. At last!
The kitchen staff crowded around the doorway, craning their necks to glimpse what was happening outside. Despite the difficulty, Nate pushed through.
But a large arm blocked his way.
Where are you going? asked Dan, the sous chef.
Its my M-, Its my mmm- said Nate. He hesitated.
They have asked for tight security. Were not allowed out of the kitchen, said Dan.
No, you dont understand. Please let me through, or at least tell her about me. She will want to know! said Nate.
What do you want to say? Forester asked, checking his bills.
That Nate is here, he said, biting his tongue from saying son.
Forester spoke to a guard when Nate called out. No! To Aria! he said, pointing to his mother.
He spun around. Shush!
Mum! said Nate at the top of his voice. Mum!
The staff tackled Nate to the ground.
Will you shut up! You cant just barge in? Its Ava Kenler! said Sue, as Nate struggled to liberate himself from their grip.
Hes lost it! said Dan.
Whats this? asked a guard.
Oh, nothing! said Sue.
Overwhelmed by desperation, Nate found himself muffled and unable to move.
Let me go! he struggled. Let me go!
The guards pushed Sue and the sous chef aside, and their weight pressed against his back. A man dressed in black caught Nates attention. He resembled a bodyguard. He followed Nate with a stony, sphinx-like expression.
Nate lost the chance to get to his mother.
The Bellatorn guards recognised him. You again!
Nate attempted to say something, but his voice failed him.
My apologies, Forester said, his face reddening. What can we do to improve your visit?
She hasnt noticed, the guard said, eyeing Aria. But I would fire this boy. He is delusional. Last week, he barged into Bellatorn, claiming to be Avas son.
He what? asked Forester.
I would keep this chap well away from Denewood.
Nate flinched.
***
An hour later.
Take your things and go, said Forester.
No, no, no, no! You dont understand! said Nate.
I understand too well! Youre a stalker after Ava Kenler.
No, she is my, she is my, my
I will let you stay the night, said Forester. But tomorrow youre out!
Chapter 11: The Catch
Machia Veil Timeline
23:15 pm, July 8th C Village of Denewood, Surridge
Nate paced the crooked hallway. Running both hands through his hair. Pausing at a window and gazing out onto the silent street.
This is the end of me! I was so close to Mum! Where will I go? If only she walked through Denewood now, it would be okay again. Like it used to be. Remember when you took everything for granted?
Ignoring the voice, he averted his gaze.
I will get another job. Ill head to Londoom!
He tossed and turned. His gaze flitted across the room, never settling on any part of it.
An hour later, he sat up on the bed and rocked himself back and forth. He missed his parents. He missed his aunts and uncles. The tight-knit Bellaton gang. His much-loved cousins. The staff that saw him grow up. Going hungry and cold filled him with dread. He glanced at the clock. Need to return it. Tomorrow. It ticked louder than ever. The seconds were endless, and the minutes brought him closer to a despair he wanted to forget. Wishing the sun would never rise, wanting to cry yet repressing his tears.
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***
Past midnight
There were shouts in the hallway. It was Forester.
I insist! This is unlawful entry!
Nate stood up, agitated. Maybe the Sareton family was after him. There were pounding footsteps and colleagues yelling. Then a gunshot.
Silence.
Nate jumped back. He opened the window and hurled himself into the narrow gap between the two buildings. He kept steady, but the walls were greasy, and he fell through. Limping, he escaped, but a man in a dark suit overtook him and apprehended him.
What are you doing? Let me go! he said, struggling to break free from his tight hold. Another man arrived.
Who were these people? What did they want? The two men tied his arms and walked him towards a vehicle. As they neared it, he tried hard to free himself, but they used martial arts to hold him and injected something that stung. He yelled for help, but he lost his voice. Then it all went dark.
Chapter 12: Bull in a China Shop
Machia Veil Timeline
10 am C July 9th, The Attic, Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Nate stirred.
Whilst stretching, he recalled the Inn and leapt from the bed.
Where am I?
His head was pounding, and he narrowed his eyes in pain. Laying back on the bed as he examined the surroundings.
They drugged me!
The room was a vast change to his homeless weeks.
Mum must have found me! Mum! he called out. Mum?
The curtains were half drawn. The smells were expensive, although pungent. He was in a snug bed with blue satin sheets. The floorboards were red oak panels. There was an aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs. The clamour of people talking reminded him of his mothers retinue.
He got up to check for himself when his bedroom door flung open. Instead of his mother, it was a C rock star? He wore an outfit with shoulder flares of aquamarine tinted feathers emerging from a sleeveless red top and trousers decorated with blue polka-dots and sparkling sandals. Nate averted his gaze. The colours blinded him.
Good morning, Darling! he greeted with a notable Spanish lilt. Welcome to the Attic!
Behind him, another woman peered. Good morning! Im Clarice. Castars personal assistant, she said, pointing at the man.
Which attic am I in? Is my mother here? asked Nate.
Mother? But you are homeless, right? asked Castar. We want to help. - You have a mother here?
Nate paused, absorbing Castars words. So she isnt here, he said, shoulders slumping. How did I get here? - Those men took me last night! said Nate.
My dear! You are safe now, he said, with a touch of panache, which is the most important thing.
We have breakfast ready for you. The dining room is down this hallway, said Clarice.
***
The moment they closed the door, Nate fell back on the bed, extending his arms wide.
Whats happening?
Well, at least Im not on the streets! he said.
His headache was better.
Twenty minutes later, he joined Castar and his entourage down the winding corridor into a grand parlour.
It was an opulent room. In front of an oval mirror stood a tree adornment with a thin gold trunk and flamingo feathers for leaves. He gawked. Next to it, vibrant green felt sofas with rococo dark wood edges. Castar had ancient Japanese portraits of an emperor and empress sitting on thrones, and a photo of a man with f cello holes on his back. Leopard print cushions abounded and the most original antique trinkets. The walls were sleek black wood panels, which brought out the reds, greens and blues.
How was your night? asked Clarice.
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Thank you. It was a good night, he said. But he fretted. Do you have connections with the Kinshots? I need to reach Ava Kenler.
They shook with laughter. Why, my dear boy, shes quite unreachable, you know. We havent seen her around for years! he said. Clarice agreed and so did the jittery staff.
Something was off.
Why am I here? asked Nate.
More nervous laughter.
You needed help! You need help, no? asked Castar.
How did you know I needed help? asked Nate.
Forester told us a young boy was in trouble, said Clarice.
Forester? asked Nate. There was a gunshot. Is he okay?
Oh, yes, yes, he is a caring man! said Castar, letting out a small cough. Clarice will show you around, my dear. The club is the best playground in Londoom. Youll have a lot of fun.
I never thought hed care so much. But wait, they took me hostage! said Nate.
What nonsense, my dear, he said, with a chuckle, we dont kidnap!
Their unease was jittery, as was customary in Machia. Something was off, but he played along. It was preferable to the streets!
Come, follow me, said Clarice. Club 7 is huge. Takes up the entire block.
A superclub? asked Nate.
Indeed, yes!
***
Next, they walked into a warped corridor. Except here in Club 7, the decoration was more elaborate, as though within the madness of Machia there was an effort towards detail with rococo figures and accessories.
The stillness of his surroundings brought him a sense of calm after the chaos he had endured.
When do guests arrive? he asked.
Many regulars arrive at nine. By midnight, the place is full! said Clarice.
May I meet the guests?
Of course, Castar has every plan to introduce you. We want you to feel at home here.
Nate welcomed this news. This will gain me access to Mum. He longed to return to Bellatorn.
I take it I may still leave, right? Nate asked.
Youre homeless. Dont you wish to stay? asked Clarice.
At that moment, they walked into a grand ballroom.
The Court Room, said Clarice, spreading her palms upwards. Here is where everyone first arrives.
I cant afford to stay, he said, gazing at the main dome. They descended the east side of a spiral stairway made of black marble. The striking crystal dome had blue and white intricate figures on chariots and battle scenes with spears. Surrounding the crystal dome was a red fresco oil painting that covered the grand Court Room. The stairway handrail was smooth and below it was rococo decor. Two columns rose on either side of the bottom of the stairs with swirling motifs of erotic scenes with roman figures.
You will be our guest. Worry not. Lets go this way, said Clarice.
They walked through various rooms, each with a unique feel to it.
How long has the club been here? asked Nate, as they entered a room.
Well, the history is extensive! This is the Beaufort Room. Where most regulars mingle. Its clicky, said Clarice. Regarding the history, you woke up in the heart of Club 7.
The Attic? asked Nate.
Indeed! The Attic has been Andres Castars home for over thirty years! Guests recognise the Attic as the best part of Club 7, and he invites only select members. There is a cult among members that an invitation to Castars attic is the height of sophistication. As you witnessed, Castar covered the suite in decorative pieces that fascinate the eye. Its a museum of exquisite luxury.
Yes, true. said Nate.
Club 7 used to be an extravagant hotel, she said. And Castar, its permanent guest, taking up the top floor and having frequent lavish parties. - Oh, and this is the Dance Room!
There was a raised dance floor filled with mirrors, black speakers, and switched off strobe lights. A seating area of small red tables and stools on a blue background.
Then, they went through elaborate spiral staircases until they arrived at the Circa Library.
A cat hopped in front of them.
Hey Grimmie! said Clarice, taking Castars pet in her arms. This is Grimmble the 12th. The Clubs mascot.
A pet, at last! said Nate, stroking the cat. Where are the dogs?
Dogs! My word! Dogs? Why would you ask about fierce creatures?
Im sorry. Did you say fierce?
Yes! Daunting creatures. But we are safe. They live in dog pounds outside the cities, she said, matter of fact.
Nates jaw dropped. A world with no dogs! he gasped.
Clarice was marvelling at the ceiling. The Circa Library has the most amazing ceiling. Were below the Attic. This is a place for intellectual debate. Castars friends gravitated to his top floor penthouse when Club 7 was a hotel. He offered depth to the usual shallow talks. Its a collection of gold leaf star systems on the navy-blue backdrop. Remarkable, dont you think? Hmm?
You have no dogs? asked Nate.
Child! she said, glancing back at him twice. Next, you will say you want a lion for a pet!
Funny you should say that. My Uncle Gare considered-
Ye-gads! she said, her eyes growing wide.
Down further spiralled stairways, they reached a magnificent spa.
Our crowning jewel! said Clarice, spreading her arms wide.
Chapter 13: The Neglected “Us”
The Quotidian Timeline
Three days later, 10 pm, July 12th C Leicester Square Tube, London
Finch Kinshot clutched his rumbling stomach. It took an hour from the moment he sat until someone gave him cash or brought him food. He preferred money, of course. This way, he would eat what he liked. He sat outside the Wyndham theatre in Leicester Square. Eyeing his reflection on the glass panels, he winced. He had a thin beard and ripped clothes. His teeth were an off brown colour from an untreated blow to his cheek, and his hair matted with sweat.
Heading to St Martins Court, he sat between the stage doors of the Wyndhams and No?l Coward theatres.
What was he supposed to do now? Unfamiliar sights, smells, and sounds surrounded him. He had been out of his comfort zone for days, and he had spent every day near King Michaels Hospital, waiting for his mother to be released. He checked newsstands daily. Aria was still in a coma, the tabloids read. At night, he wandered through central London.
The images of being removed by the security guards near his mum haunted him. Other intrusive thoughts included his second night in Quotidian. His head wound. Those first few nights were gruelling. He stumbled through the shadows, but nowhere was safe, and he walked in circles, determining each corner. He wished to escape his reality. Why did I jump? He longed for safety, forgetting the need to use the restroom. This lack of bare basics jarred in his head. On the first night, he walked until he collapsed by the Thames. He went for a pee and fell asleep. But he woke up a couple of hours later, freezing. He searched for cardboard and wandered the area. Businesses had leftover cardboard along the north side of Victoria Embankment Gardens. To his relief, he took five folded boxes. He threw them over the steel fencing of the park. He jumped over, finding a safe spot, when someone struck him on his left cheek. Then his stomach. His assailants escaped. They took with them his cape and shoes. He fell to the ground, doubled over, and dragged himself under a bush. As the sun rose, he trudged to King Michaels and waited. Every day he waited.
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In time, he adapted. Begging was always unpredictable. He might get lucky and eat straight away. At other times, another angry homeless man, or woman, approached him, claiming his spot as their own. At others, the police came near, and he ran. He didnt have papers. How would he explain he came from Machia? Strangers ogled him. He also kept his distance from them.
During that hour, nothing noteworthy happened until a tourist landed a container of Chinese food on his lap. His face lit up. He savoured the flavours and textures of his meal.
Finch wanted to go to Denewood. But if the Bellatorn staff did not recognise him? Or the locals were not charitable? And yet, after three days of sleeping rough, he was determined to try. He counted the coins in his pocket and stumbled in his bare feet to Charing Cross. It was late in the evening when a homeless woman approached him, and he winced, jumping back.
Please, stay with me? she asked, afraid of a group of lads fifty yards away.
Finch understood her fear. Being beaten by thugs was still a vivid memory. He placed his hand on his head wound. The youth walked past, and she thanked him for staying. Then ignored him, covering herself with a blanket.
***
The homeless people, invisible to him before, were from varied walks of life. Now he saw them. There were refugees. Once he came across a kind man. Then, an organised tribe in a park. The lonely woman he just met. Working men who slept rough. Angry territorial homeless people. Groups of druggies. There was variety. It was society reflected on the streets. It wasnt us and them; he observed. It was us and the neglected us.
When he arrived in Charing Cross, he checked the fare to Denewood. He didnt have fifteen pounds. He turned back. It shook him, being denied access to anyone or anything he wanted. How did he fall so low?
Something changed in Finch that day. He had taken so much of his life for granted. It never occurred to him that experiencing a slice of that reality would bring him so close to death.
Appendix 1: A Quick Guide to understanding A Dance of Worlds
In A Dance of Worlds series, youll embark on a thrilling journey through eight standalone fantasy novels. These stories dive deep into the mysteries of consciousness and mindfulness, exploring different levels of awareness known as The Four Parallels.
The Four Parallels: Imagine them as different timelines, each with its unique characteristics and societies. These Parallels include:
- Veil One: A realm of enlightenment, often compared to a heavenly place with the highest vibrational consciousness.
- Veil of Inspiration: The timeline of inspiration, where harmony prevails and where the arts thrive.
- The Quotidian Timeline: Our everyday timeline, filled with routine and familiar experiences.
- Machia Veil Timeline: A challenging dimension with extreme polarities, from rigidity and hysteria to focus and skill. Its a realm of espionage, fashion trends, compulsion, and corruption.
Multidimensional Humans: In this book, humans live in various planes of consciousness, swapping between them to raise their awareness and maintain universal harmony.
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Timeline Veils: These represent levels of consciousness influenced by life events, ranging from the lower vibrations of Machia Veil to the higher realms of enlightenment in Veil One.
Archaemenes (Archs): Spies from Machia Veil, skilled in recording and tracking RayCrests as they code through reality. They steal these codes for interdimensional travel and often for nefarious reasons.
RayCrests: Residing in Veil One, they are a blend of old human souls and benevolent alien beings. They possess knowledge and abilities to code reality, elevate human consciousness, and create new realities.
Solstice Bridge (SB): An artificial portal connecting Machia Veil to Quotidian, activated only during the summer and winter solstices. Excessive crossings through SB have caused an imbalance in The Four Parallels.
Chapter 14: The RayCrests
Machia Veil Timeline
Trade Lane, Limecut, Londoom
Archs like Ellis Warnock had a protocol with RayCrests. They were to observe and gain information. Never intervene. Thats how the Archs became so powerful. This was Ellis third encounter with a RayCrest interference. Darcy took out a couple of goggles from his car compartment and gave Ellis a pair. They put them on and hid behind a pillar. The RayCrest landed as a luminous ball of light that formed into an earthly figure. It was a flowing orchestra of light that uplifted anyone near it except for the Archaemenes. They handled it as an anomaly in their timeline. Ellis viewed RayCrests as dangerous aliens and did not allow the feel-good harmonics to have an effect. They believed it was the only way to unlock new RayCrest codes.
Time of descent, thirteen hours, twenty-four minutes, fifty-one seconds, whispered Darcy as he closed his eyes, fighting the harmonics.
Please, not another catalyst code, said Ellis.
The RayCrest whipped light up with her forefinger, then opened both arms and light flowed where the suicidal woman was. Her arms and body directed further light around the woman. It was fast and difficult to follow for the Archs.
Shes a senior RayCrest, said Darcy.
Her coding is cryptic, said Ellis.
Record.
Its on.
The RayCrest coding was reprogramming the woman. Ellis and Darcy monitored Margaret Simpson. She had asked for help given RayCrests never visited unless they were called. Through inspiration or desperation, RayCrests were called to Machia Veil. The womans face brightened. She took a breath in and her eyes widened. She got up and walked. Ellis and Darcy followed the RayCrest as she followed Margaret. After a long walk, they arrived at a modern brick home. Margaret hesitated before knocking. Moments later, a woman opened the door. Margaret fell to her knees and asked for forgiveness. The RayCrest began her commanding dance again. This time, raising both arms above her head, sweeping them down as a flood of light engulfed both women. She swirled as the light continued to dance amid the phenomenal event. The woman hugged Margaret and took her into her home. Then, the light and the RayCrest dispersed.
We got it, said Ellis, taking her goggles off and breathing with difficulty.
Hey, you okay? asked Darcy.
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I am always affected.
Call Doctor L.
How are you never affected by RayCrests? she perked up.
Practice makes perfect! said Darcy, winking.
***
Afternoon, July 1
st - The Caracole Building, Archaemene Headquarters, Glasston Embankment, Londoom
They returned to the Caracole building and took the video into a conference room. They had a large screen there. Darcy placed the USB stick into his laptop and the video began playback. About ten decoders came in.
They trained Archs like Ellis in Quotidian where they learnt the calmer ways of quotidians.
RayCrests amazed her, but she also feared them. They were mysterious and connected to an unknown source.
In Dublin, Ireland, the Archs knew a man named Harper Riley. He became a wheelchair user after a motorcycle accident. During this time, they caught RayCrests accompanying him in parallel frequencies. Harper lived in depression for three years in Machia Veil. Overtime, however, he changed, and moved to Quotidian. The Archs followed him there. RayCrests often visited him, and he was a substantial source of information. After another year, he trained as a Paralympian. Thats when he arose to live in the veil of Inspiration. The Archs lost track of him there. However, many years later, he visited Machia Veil. The Archs were quick to spy on him again. He was a changed man. It terrified them. They overheard he reached enlightenment and moved to Veil One, where he would travel all four timelines in a conscious state and serve as a spiritual guide. Especially in Machia Veil. Unable to follow him anymore, the Archs vowed to never let Inspiration claim another Machian. Especially when they came back with a force capable of changing their established order.
***
Ellis Warnock and Darcy returned to their desks to write up the report and monitor Margaret now living in 106 Narrow Street. Hours later, Ellis searched for signs of success as half of the decoders cleared the conference room. The remaining group invited them in.
So? asked a keen Ellis.
A very senior RayCrest. - Their coding has become complex. Its probably a mood catalyst of light or a portal key, said Bern, the head decoder.
A portal key! Thats a breakthrough! said Ellis.
We believe the RayCrest generated the portal the moment Margaret stepped over the threshold of her sisters house, said Bern.
Thus, making us miss it, said Ellis.
Making us miss it, yes. But she may have coded information before Margaret walked into her new home, said Darcy.
If she did, she used a Markan, said Bern.
Of course, a freeze code! said Ellis. But we would have witnessed the Markan coding.
Senior RayCrests may generate a Markan and hide their trail, said another decoder.
Right, said Ellis.
So what next? asked Darcy, reading his dossier.
Now we record from a different angle during the next interference, said Bern.
Great! That could be months! said Ellis, raising her hands to her head.
There must be something we can do! Time is of the essence! said Darcy.
Indeed, interrupted Kit Mannon, walking in with one of his senior Archs. Time is of the essence.
Sir! they all stood up.
I want all our Archs and Arch trainees monitoring RayCrest interference 24/7. We need a new portal within a week, said Kit Mannon.
Within a week! But thats- said Ellis.
_possible, Kit interjected.
Yes, sir, she said.
Finch Kinshot is trapped in Q, and it is paramount we rescue him, said Kit.
Chapter 15: Pretence
Machia Veil Timeline
10 pm, July 12th C Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Nate was in the Beaufort room, the loud music echoing around him as he ordered another drink from the server. He sat between Madama Rossi and the Gueye sisters. Madama Rossi was a dazzling Italian heiress in her 70s. Her eyes glinting with authority and her commanding presence taking up the room. She wore a red stiff upright Elizabethan collar. The Gueye sisters were from Zambia and had a distinct penchant for overblown ball gown trains made of their native fabrics. Nate was in awe of Club 7 members opulent clothing. At least those with sophisticated and genuine singularity like the Gueye Sisters. Others paraded themselves in overblown expressions of pretence. Club 7 was about being admired. All eyes fell on the most fashion worthy, with reverence filling the air. Many members stopped in their tracks. Among the latest fashion, fluorescent make-up shone under the vintage neon lights of the Dance Room. Regular members wore bouffant wigs that were adorned with detailed roses, and some had fake birds perched atop them. Others wore dramatic hairdos and makeup that reflected their mood that day. Some opted for fancy elaborate and artistic masks, and others, mediaeval chain mail covering them from head to toe.
They had a rampant tendency towards excess. A runaway exaggeration of everything they did. It was absurd and yet endearing. No one ever questioned it. Scenes would be disturbing, and yet they were oblivious. Excess was their nature. A woman discovered she liked a fabric, and if she was wealthy, the flamboyant dress would billow in yards and yards of that twisted fabric. They were childlike. They pursued pleasure as if pleasure was all the world would afford them. As though nothing else was of value. This relentless pursuit meant that the mere absence of pleasure triggered a social uproar, leaving people in a state of panic and outrage.
***
Nate was keen to speak to everyone. Hoping that person, at that moment, was his key back to his mother.
Have you ever visited Bellatorn? he often asked.
What is Belton? they replied. He wished his family was not so close-knit.
Bartholomew, tell us your stories of Milane, Madama Rossi interrupted. We are fascinated, my love, she asked a world-renowned fashionista.
Haute Concern, Haute Concern! said Bartholomew.
What? asked Madama.
It began well, with original fashion, but soon descended into simplicity.
Simplicity! They all gasped.
Simplicity. Yes. Feltdease is a great brand for channelling oversize styles, but for some ridiculous reason, they experimented with undersize clothing and dull colours! said Bartholomew going on a long story about models and troubles on the fashion floor.
Nate tried to follow along, but his mind was elsewhere; consumed with finding his mother. Have you ever seen Kinshots there? he asked.
Bartholomew hesitated, a startled expression on his face. The Kinshots?
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Yes?
The atmosphere grew strained.
Someone always changed the subject, but despite their best efforts to dissuade him, Nate was determined to return to Bellatorn.
Yes, of course! said Ellis.
Bartholomew nodded. Yes. Of course, my dear. The Kinshots, Ava in particular, call us over to Bellatorn at least once a month!
Nates eyes brightened. He inhaled, bracing himself for questions. Bartholomew lifted his palms into the air when a couple of guests began a vicious fight.
The room fell into chaos as they crashed the drinks. They intimidated each other by overturning tables on their path. Members screamed and pushed to avoid being trampled.
Ellis grabbed Nates hand. This way!
Nate ran with Ellis but kept looking back. She led him up one of the spiral staircases to the second floor.
They overheard the staff shouting orders below to contain the fight.
Theyre containing the fight. Well be okay in the attic, said Ellis.
Where did Bartholomew go? I want to speak to him in the restaurant, said Nate.
Best we cut the evening short, Nate, she said.
They stepped into Castars private lifts and headed up to the attic.
The lift doors opened; Nates shoulders drooped.
Kit Mannon and Castar were on the balcony.
Clarice came out of the office.
What happened? she asked.
A fight, Ellis said with despair in her voice.
As Nate made his way to his room, he overheard Kit and Castars deep voices in conversation. They always huddled together, whispering and scheming. As Nate headed to his room, they lit up in smiles, then went elsewhere.
Something is off.
Whenever he was getting closer to his mother, the contacts he made vanished, and they took him on detours from closed-off areas. The same sequence of events kept happening.
***
Ten am, July 13th, The Attic, Club 7, Suffox Place
When Nate awoke the next morning, he headed downstairs. The contrast between the bustling, noisy nights, and the tranquil silence of the club during the day always struck him. He was relieved to find the Beaufort Room in fair shape despite the fight. The maintenance crew was busy fixing the damage.
He sought Clarice, who was at the Mirror restaurant with Castar.
Hello my dear, she said.
May we speak? asked Nate.
Sure, she said, leading Nate to the corner of the restaurant.
Im searching for a particular guest. His name is Bartholomew, said Nate.
Sure! Let me check, she said, getting up and bringing her laptop over.
We have about fifty Bartholomews. Did you get his last name? asked Clarice.
Er, no, but I know he travelled to Milane, to the fashion week there, said Nate.
My dear, almost everyone loves Milane. Find me his surname and we will contact him.
Okay. Ill find him tonight, he said.
Later that evening, he scanned the guests for Bartholomew, but he was nowhere to be seen. Ellis led Nate to the Dance Room. They restricted the Beaufort Room due to wet paint. The music was loud, making it hard to speak to anyone.
Ellis approached a woman on the dance floor. Nate was with her, and he followed in awe as the enticing woman glided around the room. Her olive martini swayed with every movement.
This is Tipper Wilderman. She will look after you, she said to Nate.
Tipper raised her eyebrows at Nate. Enchante, she said in a provocative tone.
Nates eyes crinkled in a smile. His magnetic personality always drew women in.
They brought him up surrounded by staff around his parents. The Kinslow clan were close and the many cousins, and relationships, meant Nate was used to company, and with company came girls. There was nothing better than being welcomed into Nate and Miles inner circle. They enjoyed the Orangerie pool, the gold and aquamarine tiles a testament to the luxuries of the Bellaton Estate. Many a pool evening resulted in sex with multiple girls.
Tipper magnetised him. He moved with the music. Moments later, however, he recalled Kenya and how keen he was to be freed of Club 7, find his mother, and return home.
I have to go, said Nate.
Tipper held his arm.
One dance! she insisted.
I cant. I am tired, he said, heading to the lifts. On the way, he found Ellis. She was biting her nails and glaring at Nate. Are you okay? he asked.
But she vanished into the crowd. Was she angry? Ellis was a mystery to Nate. He shrugged and headed back to the attic.
Chapter 16: A Break
The Quotidian Timeline
11 am, July 26th C King Michaels private hospital, 5-9 Bedlar St, London
Two weeks later, Finchs expression bore the lines and weariness of having aged a decade. He was lying on the ground by a side street, the clamour of King Michaels Hospital sirens still echoing in his ears. Unseen, he blended into his surroundings. His eyes had become feverish and over-bright.
He attempted to explain his travels to a passerby, but he jeered and laughed. Others nodded in agreement, but their hearts werent in it.
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He sat up to look at the hospital entrance. There was a change that day. The small crowds that had been taking vigil outside of King Michaels grew in size. Finchs eyes widened. Mum! she must be getting better! He stood up. Indeed, a press junket had parked outside the hospital doors. Finchs gaze flitted between the reporters, the fans, and the hospital doors.
At last, the Kinslows emerged, and his mother in a stretcher.
Finch crossed the barricade, resolute he walked towards his mother, who lay motionless.
Mum! he shouted Mum! Papa!
The crowd burst out laughing. Bodyguards tackled Finch, and more police joined them.
Chapter 17: Clues
The Quotidian Timeline
11 am, July 26th C King Michaels private hospital, 5-9 Bedlar St, London
Miles Kinslow replayed the image of the homeless man rushing towards them. Wade Pearce tackled him to the ground, then averted his gaze while pinning him down. The noxious smell was like a thick fog, making it hard to breathe, even metres away from the man.
Lets question him. Anything to give us a lead to Nate, said Wade.
Argh, lets take him to Charing Cross Police Station, said Sani.
A team of police led the homeless man away, and they headed back to Bell. But after a twenty-minute drive, the gate security team took over from Wade and Sani.
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Miles got out of the car. Where are you going? he asked.
Heading back to London. We need a lead, said Wade.
Im coming with you, said Miles.
Your mother? asked Sani.
Im coming with. Its crunch time, said Miles.
Any news from Syd? asked Wade.
The agent played well in our social circle, but nothing came back, said Miles.
Hey, the cameras had nothing, said Sani. You were on it a hundred per cent Wade. Even the Bellaton underground passages were clean. There were cobwebs. No one crossed them in months. Its a mystery.
Lets hope we get a lead today, said Miles.
***
Wade hung his special parking badge on the car, and they walked inside the police station. A police officer stepped forward to greet them. We let him go.
You what? screeched Wade.
We said wait for us! said Sani.
It was baffling. Nothing he said was rational. We got him support, but he refused and walked out.
Which way did he go? asked Miles.
Left.
They ran out of the station, their faces flushed with the urgency of finding the homeless man. They ran for blocks, but the alleyways made it impossible to keep up with him. Wade unleashed a string of profanities
Chapter 18: The Burning Dress
Machia Veil Timeline
11 pm, July 26th C The Court Room, Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Nate opted for a comfortable t-shirt and lightweight trousers when he made his way downstairs. But this evening, Willemina Forde stopped him, her voice ringing and demanding that Nate used some fluorescent make up at the very least.
He brushed her hands away. No, thank you Wills, he said, smiling. Im happy like this.
She frowned and shrugged. I give up!
Its not personal, you know that! he winked.
He stopped himself.
Creepers, the place was getting to him.
He headed to the re-opened Beaufort Room when Ellis came in laughing with a glass of champagne.
Darling! How wonderful to see you! she said, hooking her arm in Nates, leaving him no choice but to follow her.
Where are we going? asked Nate.
Why Dance Room of course! I want to introduce you to a friend youll love, said Ellis.
He looked back towards the Beaufort Room. Can we go to Beauforts after?
Of course, my dear! she said, her feet doing mini jumps. Look whos here!
Who? asked Nate.
The DJ! Carl Boss!
The music thumped and echoed off the walls.
Carl what?
Goodness! Dont you know Carl Boss? Best DJ in Londoom! she squealed, arms in the air.
It didnt matter how many times Nate tried, no one ever trusted he just wanted to chat with people. He did not want to party. Reluctantly, he sat in the corner and poured himself a glass of champagne from the iced silver cooler on the table. Ellis sat next to him and with her came five other friends who sat around them.
Did you see Madama? She is in spectacular red! The Court Room froze for an entire minute! She broke a record! said Ellis.
She did, she did! said Tipper Wilderman, who was now a regular fixture in their gatherings. Nate headed to the bar. Whenever he headed out of Club 7, something always distracted him. Then again, he had no money. This life would have to suit. If only someone knew his family. Bartholomew was nowhere to be found. The only hope he had.
The barman was now a friend.
What can I get you Nate?
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Thanks Jake, I already have a drink, he said, placing his champagne glass on the counter.
The women are stunning today, dont you think? asked Jake.
Arent they always? said Nate.
Today especially.
Yes, I guess, his mind flew to Kenya.
Soon after, he spotted a woman on the west corner of the Dance Room. She wore a strapless silk top that formed an orange rose shape. The tight corset had diagonal seams that lead towards a cascade of orange that twisted into a red half, forming another rose in the middle. It was as though her dress was burning up in flames. She took Nates breath away. She undressed him with her eyes and yet scrutinised him. Like a hawk about to strike. Rivetted, they stared at each other, and the adrenaline froze him on the spot. Close up, her eyes were light, perfect eyebrows, and lips dark as night. She hesitated, which Nate found irresistible. She took his hand. Nates head was spinning, and he followed her down the hall in slow motion. She looked back at him sultry. Nate bobbed his head up and down.
A sensual fire enveloped him.
Someone spiked my drink!
Next, he was in a pool having sex with the magnificent fire woman. The thrill that someone might walk in was exhilarating. When another Arch Siren arrived. They had a threesome.
He shook with delight.
***
The following day, Nate was back in Castars guest room. His head thumping in time with his racing pulse. His mouth was dry.
Counting the minutes until the next hit, he aimed to stand up, but his body was unresponsive. He tried to move again, but to no avail. A crushing sensation in his chest. Shivering, he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. I cant speak! He contemplated Club 7s oppressive hold on him.
He drifted back to sleep and woke up in the dark.
He moved his legs.
Then his arms.
Phew! He was back.
Despite the temptation all these months, he stayed true to his word and resisted the allure of drugs.
But last night.
The doubt crept in like an arrow, and his heartbeat, an accusing drum in his chest. Nates face twisted in agony as he clutched his stomach, his breaths coming in quick gasps. Memories of Lauryn flooded his mind. The ache of loss took hold of him again, suffocating him.
He yearned for a sanctuary, a place to escape the haunting images that chased him. Thoughts of finding Radiant Rose consumed him and he surrendered to the mysterious pull that led him to her.
***
Close to midnight, July 28th, Beaufort Room, Club 7
She was there. Waiting for him. But today she was wearing dark blue. A sea of sadness in taffeta. The night before, she styled her hair, but now it was wild and untamed. They followed each other. She tracked his movements when he arrived. Nate approached a woman, but when Radiant Rose got closer, he smiled and surrendered to her instead.
Tease! she said with that sultry look of hers.
He yearned for her. They went to an unused phone booth in the basement and had sex. Radiant Rose was insatiable. Sometimes accompanied, sometimes not. He had a sense of euphoria. Days rolled by and Nate had eroded his own self-control. From Radiant Rose, who he discovered was called Dagmar Buckley, he moved to Hecuba Wolf, from Hecuba to Geneva Rudi, to Virginia Black, and so he continued. Every time an ecstatic experience. Every time a fantasy fulfilled.
***
A week later, 1 am August 5th, The Dance Room, Club 7
Nate was on the dance floor when he did a double take. A woman, wearing a voluminous dress adorned with bows, opened her skirt to show a fitted mini dress. A flash of tanned, stunning legs inviting him to explore the new and wonderful world of that girl. He smiled and approached her. His heart racing and the music thumping in his ears. They went upstairs.
12 am, August 6th
The next day, he met someone new, and she wore a sparkling red mini skirt with a burgundy hip belt. She wore black flats. She had thin hands and wore five pearl bracelets on her left hand. Her top was black lace. Her hair was up in a bun crossed by a pen. She carried an empty tray in her right hand. Ah. A new server. He hesitated. Then went for it anyway.
An hour later
Whats your name? asked Nate.
Unique. Unique Bergland, she said, smiling, fixated on his lips.
Nate hung on her lips, too. The way she dropped her name sent thrills down his spine.
Chapter 19: Fever
Machia Veil Timeline
Four days later, 9 pm C The Mirror Restaurant, Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Up a spiral staircase, away from the chatter of the Mirror restaurant, Ellis was enjoying a lavish dinner with Castar and his retinue. Kit Mannon was also there.
Thank you, thank you, he is under control now! said Castar.
The staff clapped and toasted, clinking their glasses.
Enough, enough. Were not out of the woods yet, Castar said.
No, not at all, said Ellis, arching her eyebrows as she picked up her gin martini.
Kit gave Castar a knowing glance, and as they stood up, the caterers handed Kit his custom-made brandy cocktail.
Thank you, said Kit, smiling.
Ellis followed them, feigning a bathroom break.
They headed down the spiral staircase. Ellis followed their elongated shadows along the walls. They entered a private room and closed the door.
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Ellis returned to the Mirror and grasped an empty glass from the bartender. Upon returning, she hid in the adjacent room to Kit and Castar, jamming a chair against the door. She placed the glass on the wall and listened in.
Emin Kinslow is mounting the pressure on getting his son back, said Kit.
Oh, no no no no! said Castar.
Well be okay. We need to keep Nate here longer.
I mean, we have him under control, but I dont know how long we can keep him like this.
We found two promising sites, but still no portal. We may need to go to plan C.
Plan C! Thats a lot! We would harm the boy! Then what? he said.
Ellis recalled that plan C was to render Nate unconscious.
We may have no choice, said Kit.
We have nothing if he dies! said Castar.
He wont die. We will find it before he does.
Ellis stayed still. She agreed. Keeping Nate from heading to Bellatorn was an hourly challenge.
***
Next day, August 11th - Boardroom. The Caracole Building, Archaemene Headquarters, Londoom
Hes out of control, said Ellis. He picks fights with the members and kisses other members wives. He enjoys being chased around the building.
We tried to get him to settle for one of the Arch Sirens so we could reduce the drugs, but it didnt work, said Tipper.
Kit was standing with his hands in his pockets, giving his back to his Archs, reflecting.
He is manic and aggressive. A habit of late, and sirens are becoming weary of his angry ways. Hecuba wont go near him! said Ellis.
We need to let him return to his normal state, said Tipper.
No, said Kit. We push on.
But. -
-We continue, he said.
Ellis pressed her lips, and Tipper averted her gaze.
Chapter 20: Mystic Twilight
Machia Veil Timeline
Later that night, August 11th C Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Its the drinks! I have to spit them out!
Nate stumbled through the hallways of the third floor of Club 7. He had a glassy stare, and his eyes were bloodshot. He headed towards the Court Room. A member entered and filled the room with a hushed silence.
Guests were startled by the abrupt clamour of Nates laughter.
Tipper led him to the Dance Room, but he shook her off. He ventured to the Regent Room, where pungent plumes of perfume filled the air. The grandiose and opulent room was a favourite spot for new members to congregate.
The Regent had new people Nate hadnt met. One of them squeezed his arm and pinched him.
Ouch! said Nate. There was a syringe in the strangers hands. What on earth? he recoiled. His legs grew weak, and he slumped to the ground.
The guests stepped back. It was a blur; they formed a circle around him.
Everything is okay! called out Tipper. A little too much to drink! Everything is okay.
Nates arms dangled as they trudged him up to the attic. His body would not move.
Oh, my dear! Through here! said Clarice, greeting them at the entrance.
They lay him back on his bed.
Let him sleep. He just needs to rest. I dont know why we let him out, said Clarice.
They closed the door behind them, and it all went dark.
***
Afternoon, August 15
th - The Attic, Club 7, Suffox Place
Nate awoke. He was groggy and disoriented. He did a double take. There was a drip next to him. After an hour, he lay in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. When the floorboards creaked, he closed his eyes. When silence returned, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He needed out of his captivity. Later, his eyelids were heavy, and he slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he overheard faint conversations. They spoke about him.
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Nate returned to the nightlife the next evening, the flashing lights and thumping music filling his senses. For the next two days, Nate pretended to enjoy dinner dates, lively dancing, and steamy sex. He sang Mystic Twilight again and again, a song he overheard in Machia Veil. Annoying the Archs, he spoke with an unsteady, blaring voice as if he were drunk.
Welcome to the twilight,
Check in, but youll never find home.
In this hazy twilight, where secrets hide, he trailed off. Then, bursting again. Theyre dancing away in the mystic twilight! He sang at the top of his voice, swinging a Bellini cocktail in his hand.
() Never can say goodbye,
You can never leave.
In the hush that followed, Ellis choked out a dry, hacking cough.
***
Evening, August 18
th - Club 7, Suffox Place
The club was in full swing. Conversations filled the rooms. He made his way to the Court Room towards the entrance. But his friends distracted him, as expected. They led him to the Dance Room. He slipped out again and walked the long black lined hallway towards the wine cellar. A couple were kissing on the stairs and he made a one eighty. He crept up the stairs to the second floor, where he would hide from view. As he went up the winding stairwell, he took steps whilst scanning the shadows for his spies. He was sure he had a few. He crossed the long corridor, spotting the restaurant staff walking towards the kitchen. On his way, he found Tipper.
So glad youre better! she said.
Ellis was behind her. Drink?
Absolutely! said Nate.
They brought him one of his favourites, a Bellini.
Wheres Dagmar? he asked.
In the Mirror, said Tipper.
Ill be back. He took a swig of the Bellini. Then rushed to the Gents where he retched the drink back up.
He stood in the bathroom, holding his arms out in the cubicle. Then he drank water from the tap.
Over the next four days, Nate explored Club 7. He led the women away from the bustling rooms, pushing them into secluded areas where they had sex. He marked the corridors, hoping to find his exit to freedom. Every evening, he carried out the same routine. His erratic performance showed he was battling the addiction but steered clear of another induced coma.
***
Four days later - Club 7, Suffox Place
He made his way down to the Mirror restaurant one evening. A room between landings had a half-open door, casting a red glow onto the hallway. He was about to greet Dagmar, when she pulled a thin knife from a members neck.
Nate froze.
Then he sprinted through the club, searching for any door or hallway that would lead him out of Club 7.
Despite his efforts, the complex network of hallways in Club 7 were difficult to decipher. They ran in circles.
Castar and Clarice stopped him. Sweat poured down his neck.
Nate, darling, we were just looking for you, said Castar with a warm smile, his Spanish accent adding a touch of charm to his words.
Nate glanced at his host.
He-llo Andres, he slurred.
My darling, this is your playground, he always said that. Where were you going?
Nate was falling over when Ellis arrived.
Hello dear Andres! Sweetheart! she faced Nate, we miss you! Where were you?
Nate heightened his act of drunken stupor.
He mumbled the word toilet as he stumbled forward.
Chapter 21: Search Warrant
Machia Veil Timeline
12 pm, August 23
rd C Club 7 front entrance, Suffox Place, Londoom
Nate was on his way to breakfast when the intercom bell echoed through the Attic.
Hello? replied Clarice.
Good afternoon. This is a search warrant, said a police officer, holding out an official document up to the camera. Behind him were men in suits.
Crikey! she said.
Castars mouth dropped open as he beheld Clarice.
What now? he said, putting his hand to his chest.
Hello? asked the police officer.
Yes, coming! she said.
***
Nate followed Clarice as they made their way down the winding path to the sixth floor. Further down to the floor of offices. Their footsteps echoed off the walls, then on to the Mirror restaurant. Descending the stairs, their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as they shuffled through the Court Room, until they reached the main entrance. Nate ascended the steps and made his way to one of the small balconies. This was in case the Sareton family or the Lunaston guests found him. Nates eyes widened as the large door opened and a group of officials stepped inside.
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Good afternoon, said Clarice.
Good afternoon, are you Miss Peppercorn?
Yes. How may I help? she said.
We have a search warrant for your premises. Not asking. Just informing you before entering, said the police officer.
And Andres Castar? asked another man.
Hell be here shortly, said Clarice, stepping aside as a legion of agents flocked into Club 7 and did a thorough search of the club. Nate returned to his room in the Attic until Clarice came back. The incident had shaken her.
Well? asked a sweaty Castar. You look white, my dear.
The agents searched the vases. Under the tables in the restaurant. Above the artwork. Behind the bar. Then, they said they had everything they needed, she said, catching her breath.
And what is that? asked Castar.
I suspect they were here to build a legal argument against us? she said.
Nate tried to find out what when Castars mobile lit up.
A voice crackled through the phone, reaching Nates ears.
We have evidence of ten types of illegal drugs. Find Finch. Last warning, a man said.
Castars face drained of colour.
Finch again. Who is Finch?
Chapter 23: Runaway
Machia Veil Timeline
5:30 am, August 24
th C Village of Denewood, Surridge
Kenyas frustration with her parents had reached its peak. On August 24
th, she tiptoed to the front door of her parents duplex apartment. The home was silent except for her stepfathers intermittent snoring. She tiptoed. Lately, they were prone to throwing pots and pans at her. The clamour of metal clashing still rang in her ears. It was safer outside the house than within. As the front door creaked, she froze, terrified her parents would hear her. Her stepfather stopped snoring - she held her breath. It was five thirty in the morning. Her stepfather began snoring again, and she breathed a sigh of relief. To her delight, so did her mother. She opened the front door, leaving a thin gap to avoid waking them. Then, she sprinted through the cobblestone streets of Denewood. Stopping at her stepfathers bank, she withdrew three hundred pounds, leaving his card under the door. She ran towards the forest until she reached the road that led to Guiltford train station. It surprised her she still had energy after running for over an hour. The 07:01 train was about to arrive. She inhaled, as her eyes darted from left to right.
What if Jerard wakes? He notices the door. I should have locked it. Stupid! A breeze. That will wake them! I should have locked the door. He may realise I came to Guiltford. No, that was a good plan. Hed go to the civic centre, then Denewood station. I am safe. Train please come!
Kenya reached Chaos Cross at 07:57, leaving the station. Then on to Triumphal Square. A flock of pigeons raised to the sky just as she reached the square. She fixed her eyes on the birds, and a whirlwind of excitement and terror filled her. Having left the door open made it impossible for her to return home. They had no way of finding her. She was going to find work. Even if it meant basking on the street. She walked up the east side of Triumphal Square towards Martins Lane and past the Londoom Caulseum. The city was waking up. Supervisors opened the restaurants and staff cleaned and prepared tables for the day.
My three hundred pounds have to last. No restaurants! Instead, she opted for a grocery store. Carrying her breakfast to the gardens behind St. Judes Church, she ate it. Now she was all smiles, listening to the birds chirping behind her.
She wandered through the bustling streets of central Londoom. Then she returned to St Judes Church. She would sleep the night there under a bench. But she was careful not to draw attention to herself, and she roamed further into the city. She searched for shop signs holding vacancy signs. The shop windows were a treat to the senses. One bakery had a tower of red, purple, and blue cakes on top of one another and a pretend red teapot above it with a pretend trickle of tea into a splashing cup with pretend froth. Kenyas face lit up.
Later that day, she overheard cheers coming from the Partridge Gallery and headed in that direction. Was it behind the Gallery? No, its west of it.
Off Hypermarket, there were enormous crowds gathered. Kenya stopped outside the crowd, wide eyed. Towering above them was a woman five feet tall! Wearing a green wig with neon lights and a gigantic ballgown holding a parasol. Why is she so high? She inched closer by walking in a diagonal line. It was a carnival truck. A man dressed as a butler was driving it. The crowd cheered. The woman laughed as the butler lowered her to the ground. They welcomed her through a subtle door entrance, which surprised Kenya. A red carpet lined the entrance as a purple, glistening car pulled up; its rooftop adorned with precious stones. Expensive perfumes filled the air. The club had no windows. A dark stone facade. Arrivals exited their cars, each with a more dazzling costume than the last.
The Gueye sisters! exclaimed a member of the crowd.
The next guests to arrive were twins with delicious dark chocolate skin dressed in exotic cotton ball gowns. They wore matching large wigs made of red papier mach roses. Puffy red, blue, and yellow patterned cotton sleeves and the longest train on a dress Kenya ever saw. They wore round sparkly glasses and blue lipstick. Wowing everyone. Yet other arrivals were more pretentious, with bigger carbuncle-like ball-gowns. They got attention, but more out of pity and ridicule. Another glamorous woman walked through. She wore an Elizabethan collar with fine embroidery and the slit eyes of a perfect diva. She reached her hand out as the staff received her, bowing. The fashion continued. Kenya was rapt with excitement. Dresses came in with grotesque statements, followed by a surprise of exquisite simplicity.
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I have to get a job here!
A security guard clocked her. Enthralled, she had never seen one up close before. His height was impressive and his look intelligent. He wore a sleek black suit that stood out from the loud, garish costumes. She became self-conscious. But then he shifted his gaze to the other onlookers.
Out of a sparkling diamond car arrived a smart man in an eagle cape. Everyone gasped. He smiled and waved. The crowd clapped. He opened the other door of the car, and one high heel stepped out. Then the other. The bright blue shoes gave off a glossy sheen. Everyone held their breath. In a display of grandeur, the man extended his hand. A woman emerged from the car in a vibrant, green dress, evoking thunderous clapping from the crowd.
Kenyas heart fluttered. She imagined her dancing being discovered there, propelling her into stardom. She was studying the building when a member of the kitchen staff threw dark water into a sewer.
How many times! Cuttings go into the bin, not the wash basin! Darn thing is clogged again.
I will fix it, said the staff.
Wait, oh no, no, no! said another.
A fountain of water sprayed the kitchen floor, and the staff erupted in chaos.
You didnt turn off the water!
Kenya slipped in before anyone clocked her entrance.
***
Kenya followed the faint thumping music, which got louder as she climbed a spiral stairway. But as she continued, it became a labyrinth.
Whats up or down? she asked.
The steps led up to a landing with archways. She went into the left arch. It led to an empty room. She returned to the landing and tried the right arch. This led her to another spiral staircase on lower floors.
Well, this wont do!
She returned up the stairs and tried the middle arch.
Finally!
These stairs helped her jump a few floors, but then the mirage of options began again.
Kenya made it to the fourth floor. But the thumping music stopped.
I must be miles away now! She wandered through a long corridor, trying not to panic. Another set of stairs at the end.
Not another labyrinth, please!
She leaned over the edge and peered at a straight set of spiral stairs going many floors down. The walls were bright red and had golden Fleur de Lys motifs. The carpet was soft and had blue, green, and white arabesque patterns over white marble. She tilted her head to the ceiling, where white marble twisted into the stairs.
As she descended, she overheard piano music and the murmur of conversations getting louder. She moved slower until she peered at a long corridor that led to a restaurant. There was a hostess at the entrance wearing a red cone for a hat with gems and a tight dress with blue, green, and red patterns. Her skirt surprised Kenya. It was a miniature merry-go-round, complete with miniature horses and figures! She wore white geisha makeup.
How fun! She was eager to explore, but her plain clothing made her stand out. So, when the hostess gazed elsewhere; she ran into the corridor and hid behind a large plant. When the coast was clear, she tried a door. Then another. She found a ladies toilet around the corner. Hiding inside, she opened her rucksack and took out her flamenco skirt and tap shoes. She was going to slip in unseen. Leaving her rucksack under one of the ten wash basins, she planned to come back for it. She let her hair loose, resembling a member in costume, even if her top was a simple sleeveless burgundy top. The skirt was wide and a ruffle of black polka-dots over red chiffon.
Standing tall and with her shoulders back, Kenya walked out into the corridor. She walked with purpose and when the hostess reappeared; she greeted Kenya. Kenya smiled.
Lifts!
The lift doors opened, and five members poured out, but one struggled. Her chandelier shaped costume got stuck.
One guest faced Kenya, saying, love your number!
Kenya was holding her breath but managed a smile and a thank you.
She stepped into the lift and pressed the ground floor.
On arrival, a blast of pulsating music overwhelmed her senses. She was between two rooms. She headed to a dance floor.
Its now or never!
***
The Dance Room
Kenya advanced to the centre of the empty dance floor. The evening was getting started. Conversations in the room shifted from idle chatter to curious inquiries of her identity.
There was a track playing. It had a jazzy, upbeat tempo instead of a flamenco rhythm. A variation of Mugesi Thoms top chart song Infern.
She used the song to suit her dance.
Since she was twelve, she rebelled against the classical flamenco moves and created her own style to great effect.
She moved with grace to the rhythm of the song. Clapping until she picked up speed, raising the stepdance. Then she stopped. Waiting for the next move of inspiration. Flowing in symbiosis with the playback and raising her arms to the ceiling. She arched her back and let her right arm descend into a fluid, graceful swirl. Her gaze was heavy with emotion. Throughout the song, she lost herself in the beats, dancing as though performing an ancient ritual that set her free from spiritual captivity.
Chapter 22: Patient X
The Quotidian Timeline
12 pm, August 23
rd C St Thomas Hospital, Westminster Bridge Road, London
Finch opened his eyes. Machines beeped. He had lost track of time. There was movement around him. Curtains separated him from other patients. What happened to me? He coughed. I have a cough? He waited a while. Then, with strain, he sat up. How did I end up in a hospital?
***
A nurse, clad in a pristine white uniform, approached him. Hello, my dear! she exclaimed with a warm smile. Its great to see you awake. She read her clipboard. We need your details.
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She was ready to jot down the information when Finch sat up straight. I dont have money! How do I pay for this? I must leave. He didnt respond. What would they do when they found out he had no money? Seconds later, the nurse left.
Finch struggled out of bed to follow her.
Hes terrified, wont talk, said the nurse.
Might be the infection. Dr Amiot will be in any minute.
Ill write a report.
Finch returned to his room and searched for his things. He found a bag of clothes emitting a musty odour in the closet in front of his bed. He went into the bathroom and emerged wearing his clothes. Despite his physical weakness, adrenaline gave him a burst of energy. He slipped out of the hospital undetected just moments later. He was relieved and determined to reach Denewood this time.
Chapter 24: The Rapture
Machia Veil Timeline
Meanwhile, Nate finished dinner with Castar, Ellis and another seven patrons in the Mirror restaurant.
Im not feeling well, he slurred. Ill come later.
Oh! Whats the matter, my dear? asked Castar.
Just tired, he pretended to stumble.
Oh! Watch out, old chap! said Rounsifell, one of Castars regulars.
He needed an excuse to plan his escape. It exhausted him to play drunk when he wasnt. He continued to explore the different parts of Club 7. They left him alone. Thinking they drugged him. Joining the group later allowed him to map the different areas of the club.
When Im out, I will go to Bell. Even if I have to wait and fight the paps. I will find Mum.
He had discovered a maze of spiral stairways the night before, but hadnt worked them out yet. Was the front entrance the only way out?
As Nate predicted, Ellis led him back to the Dance Room. A circle had formed around the stage. Another scene members wont stop talking about! he thought.
Today, he was determined to explore the south stairway. He took Unique Bergland by the arm and feigned a wish to take her in that direction.
More, more! The crowd shouted.
Nate glanced at the stage. Then continued his act of being drugged.
Unique followed Nate to his targeted area when he pretended to slump. The stairs led three floors down. Unique kissed his neck and he scanned for an exit.
Nate staged a collapse.
Nate! said Unique.
She rushed to get help, and Nate explored further.
When Unique and Tipper returned, he was awake again and struggling to stand up. The girls led him back to the Dance Room.
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Always the Dance Room, Im tired of the Dance Room!
Cheers reverberated throughout the Dance Room. It excited them for a long while. What is it? Then, a lively tapping rhythm filled the room. Nate closed his eyes and basked in the sounds. It reminded him of Kenya. The music moved him to get up and head to the dance floor.
Nates jaw dropped.
Kenya!
The strumming of the guitars and the fast-paced tapping of her shoes filled the stage.
Nate took a step back.
The stage was alive. Kenyas raven hair was loose and swayed through her hypnotic moves. Then she fixed her eyes on the ground, ending her choreography in a grand shower of steps.
Then she awoke, like from a trance, and smiled, albeit a little crimson. She bowed and smiled. The room went silent, then erupted.
Brava! Brava!
Nate moved closer to Kenya, taking her hand in his with a gentle squeeze. She moved away. Then recognised him. Her face lit up, and she staggered, her hand still in his.
Nate? What in the world?
You know each other? Who is this magic girl? asked a guest.
They hugged and time stood still.
Then the cheers returned.
Kenya smiled and thanked all the comments, then gazed back at Nate. Where have you been?
Its a long story. Its so great to see you, he said, transfixed.
In that moment, the heat of Uniques glare reminded him to act drugged.
Nate? Are you okay? asked Kenya.
Im fine, he whispered in her ear. Play along with me, long story.
Okay! Well, Im still in, in shock youre here! said Kenya.
Im trying not to be. Who invited you? asked Nate.
Well, I wasnt invited, she blushed.
Then how did you get in?
She waited a moment, through the kitchen, during an accident.
Nate struggled to hear. Through what?
Through the kitchen! During an accident! she said.
Nate laughed. Lets sit over there.
But Kenya held back. You okay?
Nate stumbled, then agreed.
Madama Rossi, Meet Kenya Roman, said Nate.
My love, youre enchanting, so breathtakingly wonderful, she oozed.
Nate introduced her to more women, the Gueye sisters, Tipper. He avoided the men who approached them, and Kenya became restless.
Nate, you dont seem okay, she said.
What? he said, in his drunken act.
Yes. Lets sit. Oh, which reminds me, I need to go to the ladies toilet, said Kenya.
No, dont go! he slurred.
But I will be back in seconds. You sit down and Ill be back, she held on to him to stabilise him.
I live here. I am sure I can convince Castar to let you stay.
Giocasta? Who is she?
No no, haha, Castar, he is the owner of Club 7.
Oh, is this what this place is called?
Haha, youre too funny, you know that? Let me get you a drink. What do you want? asked Nate.
Nate, Ill be back. She slipped away into the crowd.
Kenya!
But Unique was quick to steer him towards a seat.
Nate searched the room for Kenya.
What is it with this girl? Youre smitten! she said.
Im not! he coughed, pretending to lean his hand to his right and missing the cushion.
Chapter 25: Caged In
Machia Veil Timeline
Kenya headed towards the lifts. Within seconds, four women materialised around her.
How do you know Nate? asked one of them, blocking her way.
Excuse me. Ah, well, he was my workmate, said Kenya.
You mean at the inn? asked another woman.
Yes, the Inn, Kenya hesitated. Anyway. Its a long story.
The women were not friendly. They inspected her clothes.
Kenyas cheeks flushed, and she covered her chest and stomach with her hands.
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They caged her in.
Please please she said, pushing them as she headed to the lift.
Kenyas eyes shot wide with fear. The rest of the club members were oblivious. A few glanced her way and smiled.
Members approached the women, forcing them to greet their friends. Kenya took that opportunity to bolt. But two of them ran after her. Kenya crossed a vast room. The lady of the giant ballgown was there. Kenya hid underneath her voluminous skirt. She breathed a sigh of relief. Until the lady moved and exposed her. Then she flew down the side spiral stairway, her heart pounding as she rounded each corner. Scanning the corridors in search of a spot to hide.
Turning a corner, she found Nate there, offering his hand in reassurance.
Nates voice was urgent. Come with me.
Why are tho- she stopped to breathe. Why are those women so scary?
I cant explain now, but trust me. Its not safe here. Even for me, he said, guiding her towards the end of the corridor.
She took his hand, and he led her through another spiral staircase towards the cellars.
Nate, why were you pretending to be so drunk? asked Kenya.
No time to explain. Follow me.
Chapter 26: Finding Portals
Machia Veil Timeline
Earlier that day C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Milon headed to the main lounge. Kit Mannon was visiting his father, and he didnt want to miss it.
Darcy Bruston is leading a team of investigators. They are busy with measuring devices and marking every spot, said Kit.
A grand green Rolls Royce pulled into the driveway. Milon recognised the car.
That awful Castar. The nerve.
A plump foot with a glistening sandal and decorated nails emerged from the vehicle.
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Kit Mannon headed outside to greet Castar. Andres, how are you? he said.
Ahh stressed my dear!
Castars staff followed close behind him, opening a parasol to guard against the misty rain. Clarice was a few steps behind them, her pen hovering over a notebook.
So, did we find something? asked Castar, wiping sweat from his brow.
Its another druid site where we recorded the RayCrest phenomenon. We are hoping to find a natural portal further north, said Kit.
So still nothing. Emyn we are trying so hard, said Castar.
We were just discussing this, said Kit.
You know theres no time! he said, glancing nervously at Emyn.
His father was about to burst.
We are very close. All will be well, interjected Kit.
The men headed into the study and Milon followed from the sidelines. Kit spread a large map over Emyns desk and explained the different points they were exploring. Milons eyes widened and came closer.
Kit stated, We believe there is a connection between these points, and we are attempting to identify a pattern.
Milons father checked his watch. Overall, it was a slight improvement. Better than nothing.
Chapter 27: Snakes and Ladders
Machia Veil Timeline
11 pm, August 24th C Club 7 vaults, Suffox Place, Londoom
This way! Nate and Kenya descended the spiral staircase leading to the Mirror.
When they arrived, Nate glanced around when Kenya led him to the end of the hall. They headed down four flights of stairs. Then onto the labyrinth stairway he discovered some days ago.
Nate felt vertigo as he observed the warped kaleidoscope set of stairwells.
Crikey. Here we are, said Kenya. Its like a labyrinth!
Nates eyes lifted to the ceiling, then around the walls. There are telltale signs of hidden rooms we could use for safety.
I didnt see any, said Kenya.
They are everywhere. Secret rooms with secret doors.
Nate searched the walls, squinting to find the faintest hint of a line.
Here! he pushed a door in, and it clicked open. Ace!
The door led them through another corridor. This time, an old stone staircase with corrugated iron.
The stairs also led to the roof.
Lets go down the stairs, said Nate.
Two floors below, there were no exit doors, so they continued until they reached a vault. They almost fell into a black pit.
This is only leading to the cellar, said Kenya.
I didnt know it went so deep, said Nate.
Im sure the kitchen is a few floors up. Lets go back up.
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Its too dangerous. Theyll be after me by now. Nate scanned his surroundings, expecting to hear footsteps. Through here! he said, leading Kenya through a dark passage. There has to be a switch somewhere.
There were only humid stone walls and old cobbled stone slabs.
I cant breathe! Kenya covered her nose. There was an overpowering smell of urine and faeces. We should turn back!
If we do, they will kill you and put me in a coma.
She switched her attitude. I see. Lets do this!
He tore his short sleeves. Here, cover your mouth and nose with this. It will help, he said, protecting himself as well.
They clasped hands and headed down the long hall.
No one will come down here, said Nate.
***
Further alcoves and passageways opened off their main path. Water dripped from the tunnel roof and the puddles on the floor soaked their shoes.
My eyes sting! said Kenya.
Yes, mine too. Where are we?
A switch! said Kenya, feeling it with both hands.
Wait, wait! I dont like this. The smells. You close your eyes and let me look first, said Nate.
Okay, okay, heres the switch, said Kenya, leading Nates hands to the switch as she closed her eyes.
Nate embraced her, and she buried her head in his chest.
A lone lightbulb lit up under a cracked lamp, Nates breathing stopped. Kenya squeezed him tighter.
***
Corpses and skulls were everywhere, accompanied by the scurrying of pests. Beside it was an oven filled with black soot. A crematory.
What is it? Kenyas voice quavered.
Its not g-good, said Nate. There was an exit. But they had to push past the corpses. He approached the next door and Kenya released a muffled, icy scream.
Shh! They will hear us! said Nate.
Inspecting the next room, they forged ahead through a tunnel and arrived at a sewer. Kenya retched.
There were footsteps echoing off the walls.
They hurried and reached a narrow hole, sliding through squelching and foul-smelling mud. Kenya wanted to cough, and Nate covered her mouth, reminding her to hold it in. She nodded; their eyes locked in anguish.
They reached a set of iron gates. Nate shook the iron wrought bars, searching for a way out.
No! There were scuffling and footsteps getting closer. Nates head throbbed. Resigned, he put his hands to his head and slid down the wall.
Its over, he whispered. Its over, cant be.
They surrendered.
Nates face was bright red. He shut his eyes, wanting to scream.
***
Nate and Kenya hugged. Their hearts were heavy with dread. This might be goodbye.
Whoever followed them they were now in the sewer. The swirling water grew louder. His doom getting closer.
A lone figure appeared.
Nate, are you there? Its Clarice. I want to help you.
Nate motioned for Kenya to stay hushed. The light of a flashlight aimed at every angle of the room. Until it reached them.
Chapter 28: Sophie Morecombe
Machia Veil Timeline
Nate went blank, struggling to find words. The person following them was Clarice Peppercorn.
Move! Quickly, follow me! she said.
Her presence paralysed him.
Hurry! she grumbled. No time to waste!
They were out of options. No less apprehensive, he nodded, and Kenya followed suit.
Clarice opened a latch that led to another cavity of the sewer. Holding their breath, they stumbled in, coughing and gasping for air. There was more oxygen here. A long tubular exit lay above them with a steel ladder.
A hose hung from the side wall, which she took, opened it, and sprayed Nate and Kenya with it.
Kenya let out a squeal, and Nate covered her mouth. Then Clarice hosed herself. The water trickled through a floor cavity.
Ah thank heavens, that was torture! Clarice whispered as she ascended the creaking metal ladder. Well, dont just stand there! Unless you want to die, she said.
They trailed behind her without a word.
Nates hair stood on end each time the ladder creaked, a sound that echoed through the empty chamber.
At the top, Clarice lifted a latch, and they poured out onto the ground floor of Club 7.
I recognise this. Its where I came in! whispered Kenya.
The kitchen was visible at the end of a long corridor. But going through it was too obvious. They glanced at Clarice.
She strode towards a wall. Another hiding place. This needed a code, which she had.
The search is still on. Going through the sewers helped. They wont expect us to be here. Well have to wait, said Clarice.
Nates eyes widened. His gaze fixed on Clarice. Why? he asked, agape. Why are you helping us?
My name is not Clarice Peppercorn, she said. Its Sophie Morecombe, and I am also a fallen Quotidian.
Nates mind was racing.
I am SIS, investigating the Club 7 portal into Quotidian, she said.
It took a moment.
Then Nate reacted.
SIS! Clarice!
MI6!
Could he believe her?
Kenyas eyes were wide with fear. Nate kept rethinking their options. He wasnt sure they had a choice. He recalled his familys dinner with the head of the SIS before the security overhaul.
If youre SIS, Nate imagined something only SIS knew. If youre SIS, youd be familiar with the Umbra Protocol?
Nice try Nate. There is no Umbra Protocol. But I commend you for trying to trick me.
You got that from spying Q, said Nate.
Only Archs spy Quotidian. Did anyone say I was an Arch?
But-
-Nate, she said, breathing in. Let me help you get back to your mother. Trust me. You cant leave without me.
They stayed silent. She had a point.
Why didnt you help me sooner? he burst. I have been desperate to-
-your mother is also under surveillance. She is a prisoner in Bellatorn.
The news of his mother hit him like a tidal wave.
Has she searched for me? he asked, breathless.
She has. Desperately. But they gaslight her daily, said Sophie.
Whats gaslight? he asked.
Each time you questioned something logical, what happened? Everyone made you think you were insane, she said.
Nate paused. They did, he said, glancing sideways. They did! his eyes widened.
Shes not well, Nate. But I dont see an escape. Unless
Unless?
You cross the Loch Lorian. She bit her lower lip.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Shes right, said Kenya, making Nate turn towards her.
Its the portal the Archs are desperate to find. Its in the Loch Lorian, said Sophie.
Shes right. No one knows about this. You can trust her, said Kenya.
What is going on? asked Nate.
Brace yourself, Nate. What Im about to tell you wont be easy, said Sophie, taking a deep breath. Starting with Castar. He has been an unwitting pawn in a nasty chess game.
How so? asked Nate.
Kit. The man is a megalomaniac.
Another tough word, he said.
Power-crazy. Delusional with aggrandising thoughts. His goal is complete control of the Timelines.
The Timelines?
She nodded. This is one of four timelines, The Machia Veil Timeline. We belong to Quotidian. There are another two timelines we know of.
Okay. I get it. I am in a nightmare timeline. But wait. Kit, Castar. How does this affect me? asked Nate.
You both, you mean, said Sophie.
Me and Kenya?
No, you and your mothers other son, Finch.
What? asked Nate, wide eyed.
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Where to begin
At the start, please!
Good thing we have time. They wont search for us here, she said, listening for footsteps. Okay, heres how it is, she lowered her voice and explained, Archaemenes led by Kit Mannon, not only found power in stolen portal keys. -
There are portals. Okay, said Nate, focusing on her every word.
You came through a portal, she said.
Nate bobbed his head up and down.
So back to what I said earlier. Kit Mannon, leading the Archaemenes, found power with stolen portal keys. Making millions. They manipulated events in Quotidian to suit their plans. For example, businesspeople contracted them to numb influential elite that worked against their interests in Quotidian.
Okay, said Nate.
They targeted your mother because of her influence. She was a threat to the status quo. Despite her addictions and problems, she still shined a bright light on the injustices of the world. Kit and Castar worked together to persuade your alternate mother to make the journey to Quotidian, intending to drive your actual mother to the brink of insanity here in Machia. They had no intention of ever exchanging your mothers again. Keeping Aria here and her alternate self in Quotidian would mean a complete undoing of all your parents hard work.
Nate tried to formulate a sentence.
Kenya swerved to Nate. Youre rich and famous?
Nate was silent, until he said, my parents film The Light, he paused. Of course! It challenged the elite about climate change.
Youre rich and famous? asked Kenya, spellbound.
Among the many causes your mother fought for, said Sophie. However, Kits plans went astray when they overlooked the fact Ava in Machia Veil did not have you. She had another boy. Your brother Finch.
Yes. He could barely believe it.
He is your age, a month younger, said Sophie.
Weird, he paused. Wait. Do I have an alternate self here?
Yes.
Where is he?
In Quotidian. Homeless, most likely.
Nate cleared his throat. So much to take in. Why keep me in Club 7?
So, the unusual circumstances of you and Finch caused your alternate mother to collapse in the film premiere.
Wait. That wasnt my mum? Nate gasped.
No. That was Ava Kenler, your alternate mother.
Thats why she asked for Finch! Wait. There was a photograph. Is he a redhead? asked Nate.
Yes, he is.
Wow. Now it all makes sense!
Then, Finch, on hearing the news of his mothers collapse, jumped during the last few seconds of the open Solstice bridge. The Portal. However, no other Finch arrived through the bridge. This was unexpected. Panicked, the Bridge team began an emergency black magic spell to bring the Quotidian version of Finch into Machia. But they made the mistake of saying Aria and Emins second son, she said. And not Finch. This is how you travelled to Machia into the wrong location.
Wow, said Kenya.
Nate shook his head.
This messed up Kit Mannons plans, said Sophie, because it was no longer a case where they could kidnap Aria here forever. You ran loose around Denewood, and you knew about the Machia Veil. Thats why they forced you into Club 7 until they found a solution.
Wouldnt it be easier to just reunite Aria and Nate in Machia? asked Kenya.
This is where your alternate father comes in, said Sophie.
Ah, said Kenya, her voice filled with confusion.
Emyn has been fighting to get Finch back since he jumped, said Sophie.
Ah, yes, Finch, said Kenya, counting the facts with her hands.
He is a powerful man. He has the means to close Club 7 if we do not return Finch. Emyn cant find out no alternate Finch lives in your Bellaton. That he is homeless, as you were when you arrived. So, Kits plan has been she hesitated.
Yes? asked Nate, wide eyed.
To kill you all, Im afraid.
Why? asked Nate.
Why! joined Kenya.
You know their secret. You could blow their cover, said Sophie.
How? asked Nate.
Your social influence could change the fundamental nature of Quotidian, altering their operations, said Sophie.
How on earth would I do that?
You could make a difference through social media. Or share your thoughts during a film premiere. You underestimate your own power.
But its too absurd! No one would believe me, said Nate.
No one? Youd be surprised what people believe these days, Sophie said with a snort.
Nate stared at Sophie. I never thought about it that way.
He glanced at Kenya. Of course! Everything is falling into place, he said, taking a deep breath, I must get to my mother.
It wont help. Kits agents are keeping a close eye on her. Going to Bellatorn will end your life, said Sophie.
Leaning forward, Nate rested his hands on his knees. He darkened. His body shaking. I want to get out. Get me out of here.
First, calm yourself, said Sophie.
I am going to kill him. Kill them both! said Nate, searching for something to break.
Nate breathe, being out of control will get everyone killed. Breathe and control your anger. Its the only way, said Sophie.
What should we do? asked Kenya.
Okay, heres the plan, she said. Find the lady of the Loch.
Kenya went white. Its, its not for the fainthearted!
No, said Sophie. But its the only way.
The women exchanged a glance.
What, what is it? asked Nate, shaking his head.
So, you have been through One yourself? Kenya asked Sophie.
Tried and failed, said Sophie.
Same, said Kenya, shivering.
Someone please explain? burst Nate.
Wait. Is that why Im here? asked Kenya. You had it all planned!
Operation Russet. Yes. You must lead Nate to Loch Lorian, said Sophie.
Kenya staggered. She moved her eyes around the room. It cant be possible. I dont understand, she said.
I knew that if you found a way into Club 7, you would lead Nate to Loch Lorian. This way, I can keep my cover intact, she said, then turning to Nate, your only way home is through Veil One, said Sophie, matter of fact.
What is Veil One? asked Nate.
Another Timeline. A kind of heaven. But not quite, said Sophie. She lowered her voice, as Kenya said, its not for the fainthearted.
Why? What happens there? asked Nate.
There is a force. Its strong. Either you learn to navigate it or it will crush you, said Sophie.
Like water, they both said in tandem.
Water? asked Nate.
Water is mysterious. So is One. Water is adaptable. But transformed, its deadly like the iceberg that downed the Titanic, said Sophie.
Or a giant wave killing a surfer, added Kenya, biting her lips.
Lauryn flooded Nates mind, but circumstances helped distract him.
Why do I have to cross One to make it home?
Because the alternative is death for you and your mother. You wont survive another four months before the Solstice Bridge reopens. Finch and Ava also need to return, or Kit will have won.
In One you can meet your RayCrest, added Kenya.
Nate breathed in. What is a RayCrest?
Angel-like beings. Phenomenal sight to behold, added Sophie.
Angel-like warriors, more like, said Kenya.
So, wait a moment. There is an unpredictable place called Veil One. Like a heaven. Where we may escape the Archs, but is a deadly risk? asked Nate.
In a psychological way. Yes, said Sophie.
What other choice is there? asked Kenya.
Finch will not survive that long. He is homeless and unrecognised like you were when you arrived. Or your mother. She is not doing well, said Sophie.
Take me to her! begged Nate.
I cant. The best way to save her is to find your RayCrest. They know about Russet. They want to help.
But we may get pounded to death? What sort of heaven is that? asked Nate.
Well, its not heaven exactly. Its a realm, an alternate timeline, said Sophie.
Have you seen these RayCrests? asked Nate.
Of course.
Here in Machia?
In videos, never face to face.
Cant we just meet one here? If they know about Russet?
They dont move to our will. We move to theirs, said Kenya.
Well, not exactly, said Sophie. They move to our freewill when we ask. But in this case, we must search for them. Veil One has a frequency that lifts you. This allows you to detect a RayCrest. Then cross Veil One, onto the Veil of Inspiration and back to Quotidian.
Or get pounded to death by water? asked Nate, shaking his head.
Or, hmm, yes, your mind can, said Sophie.
Nates face creased into a frown. He glanced around the room. Full of angels and yet so dangerous. Wait. How come Kit hasnt killed me already?
He was poisoning you, drink by drink. Keeping you alive longer in case of an unforeseen change of circumstance.
A chill ran down Nates spine.
I couldnt cross One. But I hope you will, said Sophie.
Why?
You have survived Club 7, havent you? she said.
***
Above them, a door creaked open, and they overheard loud stomping footsteps.
Sophie motioned they stayed silent.
Nate and Kenya froze.
They waited.
The stomping continued.
There is a hiding room here, they overheard.
Sophie pressed her finger against her lips.
Nate stopped breathing.
You have the code? one of them said.
Clarice will have it, said the other.
Dialling.
Well?
Voicemail.
Their radios crackled.
Copy!
Copy.
Then they left.
***
Phew!
Wait for me. Ill be back, said Sophie.
Nate and Kenya went white as she stepped out of the room. All they could do was wait.
***
The next morning. Sophie opened the hiding room, and they jumped as the light filled the dark space.
Quick! This way! she said, opening a door.
There was another door? asked Nate.
Yes, I was uncertain which way theyd come. Now I know, she said.
She led them to another secret passage. She opened it with a key.
Come with us, said Kenya.
No time, run! said Sophie.
Come with us, Clarice! insisted Nate.
Save your mother. When you cross, find a RayCrest. They will help you find your mother. Do not deviate from this plan, Nate, her voice strained.
We will not leave you! said Kenya.
Sophies firm insistence propelled them onto the street. Kenya, be sure he gets to One.
Outside, the blinding light greeted them, and Nates eyes stung from weeks spent indoors.
Quick! called Kenya as she led Nate out towards the direction Sophie signalled, I can explain more on the train!
Chapter 29: Away
Machia Veil Timeline
10 am, August 25th C Club 7 ground floor, Suffox Place, Londoom
Nate and Kenya strolled up Hypermarket in the bright morning sun. They had no wish to call any attention to themselves. Their pace quickened the further away they got from Club 7.
Kenya glanced behind them. Everything is fine, Nate. No one is following us.
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Its wrong to leave! said Nate. Leaving Sophie. My mum! I have been planning my escape for weeks. I was supposed to head to Chaos Cross, then take the train to Denewood.
Its no use! It wont work, said Kenya.
They continued in silence until they reached the Horses of Helios on the corner of Hypermarket and Piccadilly. Nate stared. In Quotidian, they burst from the fountain with a dark bronze patina, captivating everyone with their majestic presence. But here, they showed a terrifying expression. Forged with rusted red metal against a piercing green backdrop. The Horses of Hell, read the placard. Of course, here theyd be called the Horses of Hell! said Nate.
She tugged him to continue. We are not safe, Nate. Follow me.
Chapter 30: Terrace Watch
Machia Veil Timeline
Five minutes earlier C The Attic, Club 7, Suffox Place, Londoom
Ellis Warnock and Tipper Wilderman were onto Clarice. They surrounded her in the dimly lit corridor. Youre up early.
Wed like a word, said Tipper.
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Where are they? asked Ellis.
Up in Castars studio, of course!
They led her upstairs.
Hes sleeping. He came back last night. All is well, said Clarice.
Ellis uncovered the bed to find Castars mesh leopard costume instead.
Clarice screamed.
Ellis headed to the terrace, taking Castars binoculars from the side table. She failed to tell Nate and the girl apart from other people walking. She squinted her eyes and scanned the streets.
Then she spotted them.
Chapter 31: Raging Street
Machia Veil Timeline
Nate and Kenya made it to Coventry Street. He glanced back. A silhouette raced towards them. Run!
Adrenaline kicked in and they sped towards Piccadilly Circus. As they passed the Eros statue, it had a gun in its hands instead of the traditional bow. They crossed the street, dodging cars with blaring of horns.
What the heck! screamed a driver.
You blockheads! followed another.
Nate and Kenya made a break for a double-decker bus. Reaching it, they jumped in.
Darn, its Ellis! said Nate, craning his head.
Who?
Ill explain later, he said, leading Kenya to the back of the bus. Ellis Warnock was speeding through the traffic on a motorbike.
Alright, heres what we do, said Nate.
Yes?
She comes in through the front. We leave through the back. He paused. And vice versa.
Yes and vice versa, yes, vice versa, she said, trembling.
You said you wanted adventure!
Yes, the safe type. This is too hairy!
Ellis was fifty yards away, Nate pressed the bus stop and stood at the front and Kenya at the back. Upon stopping, Ellis reached the back of the bus and Kenya ran towards Nate and they dashed through the front.
They sped past a group in a brawl outside a shop. I was here first! You fart face! One was about to gauge the eyes of another.
Nate flinched.
They headed into Burbeinys and climbed the stairs. They made their way to the roof. However, an Arch hung above them from a helicopter, and he was closing the gap.
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They entered another building, and they hid behind a set of clothes and waited. The Arch following them ran past them. They headed back up again. They continued from roof to roof into a side street.
The helicopter pivoted, firing a crack of shots at them.
They shrieked and hunched over.
This way! called Nate.
A pipe? I cant!
Well help each other. I did lots of tree climbing at home.
We are going to die! she screamed.
Dont look down. Its a matter of coordination and balance.
Nate wrapped his arms around her.
Kenyas rapid breathing beat against his chest.
They jumped into another department store and made a run for the exit. Making their way down the stairs, trying not to call attention. They stole two hats. Nate dressed up as a woman and Kenya wore a cap.
The Archs outside created a cordon. There was no way out.
The hell with it! Nate crashed the fire alarm and chaos broke out.
Nate and Kenya hid as everyone evacuated the building.
They must have figured it was us, said Nate, searching for an exit.
There was a room with garden equipment and hammocks. They shared a look. It was their bridge to the next store.
They fastened each side of the hammock to long, sturdy gardening forks. With diligence, they secured the hammock. Then they positioned the contraption between the two buildings, ensuring its stability for a safe crossing. At last, they clambered into the next department store.
We bought ourselves some time, said Nate as they headed out the main doors of the building. The Archs were next door waiting for their exit.
As they hopped on a double decker, they acted casual, except the bus drive stretched on.
Nate surveyed the traffic behind them.
A police car approached them with its siren blaring.
Nate stiffened, yet it kept going and passed them.
They got off early and crossed a throng of people. Then followed the street that led to Paddington. Nates gaze caught a placard with the stations name: Pandemonium? Well of course! They reached the station. Ambling towards the platforms, they held hands in silence. Prepared to run if they had to.
Nate jolted at the sight of black-suited Archs standing in every corner of the terminal. Theyre everywhere!
***
Pandemonium Station, Plague Street, Londoom
He steered Kenya left as if to enter a store, only to come out the other side as quickly as they entered. They found refuge behind an artificial hedge of an advertising display.
Positioned to their right were the screens with train destinations.
Our train leaves in two minutes! said Kenya.
Platform 1, theres our train, he said, pointing in front of them.
Lets make a quick escape, said Kenya.
Maybe the doors will shut before the Archs reach us, said Nate.
They were wrong. There was a delay. They squeezed themselves under two seats on the coach train. Other passengers jumped on, their feet scuffing against the floor. One of them searched the seats. Nate fixed his eyes on the Archs black shoes as he drew nearer.
The train beeping startled them. Doors were closing, and the Arch jumped off the coach.
Phew!
They waited.
The train heaved forward. Then it gained momentum.
They stepped out of their hiding place and sank into their seats.
That was so close! said Nate, catching his breath.
Chapter 32: Truethanol
Machia Veil Timeline
12 pm, August 25th C Club 7 ground floor, Suffox Place, Londoom
We lost him! Castar bellowed.
Sophie Morecombe pictured the staff trembling at the sound of Castars booming voice on the ground floor.
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We lost him!
Please dont fire me! a member of staff was weeping.
Im finished, finished! said Castar.
Dripping with blood, Sophies hand lay motionless on the side of a chair. Darcy Bruston was preparing to hammer a sixth nail into the other hand.
Please, no more, no more! she said.
Where have they gone? asked Darcy.
No more, no more! she slurred.
Where have they gone? he shouted.
She concealed her disfigured face.
Fetch me the Truethanol, he commanded.
Sophie closed her eyes.
There was nothing more she could do.
Chapter 33: A Tapestry in Time
Machia Veil Timeline
11:15 am, August 25th C Train to Scottishland
Nate and Kenya remained silent while they rode the train. They scanned their surroundings, their eyes darting for any sign of an Arch. It took an hour before they relaxed.
Operation Russet, said Kenya, glancing out the window.
Nates eyebrows furrowed, taking in the new information Clarice shared. Well be alright now, he said.
Kenya observed the views in silence.
Vinnie, she said.
What?
My friend Vinnie Spence, I knew something was off. He insisted I escaped to Londoom and to Club 7.
The chap who protected you from that violent man? asked Nate.
Kenya stared at Nate wide eyed, how do you know about my stepdad?
Ah, your stepdad! What a creep!
Nate? she insisted.
Okay, maybe I saw you before I met you. You were rehearsing in the community centre.
You actually saw my stepdad hit me?
Yes, said Nate, worried she might be upset.
So glad to see the back of him, she said, gazing out the window. I never want to see him again.
And your Mum?
Not my mum.
What?
Can we talk about something else? she asked, shuffling in her seat. Cant believe my luck, she said. I had three hundred pounds in that rucksack.
That would have been super helpful. But well have to beg, said Nate.
Beg, you? Mr Finch Kinshot alternate, begging, ha!
Nate glanced outside. Ill do whatever it takes to survive.
It struck Kenya. She was silent for a moment.
We can search for abandoned places, she said at last. That was my plan, originally.
Thats a good plan, he said.
They shared a quiet interval. Tell me about One. What happened to you? asked Nate.
She breathed in. I can take you there, Nate, but I wont enter One again, she said, intriguing him even more.
But why? What happened? asked Nate.
I want to check out the Hexbrides, further up north. Far from my stepfather.
Did she mean Hebrides?
And One?
One. Yes, she paused. At first, when I crossed, it was peaceful, she said resigned, gazing out the window. Youll know it when you see it. The buildings are magical, with many details. Everyone is grateful and happy. Its infectious. After a week, I appreciated everything.
Nate tilted his head against the headrest, immersing himself in Kenyas narrative.
my worries just vanished, she continued. All was calm. A new way to see life. I felt like a kid again, getting hyped up over everything. The yummy flavours and colours. But- she darkened. I got scared. It was like I was pushing back.
Pushing back what? asked Nate.
Who I really was. Were more than our worries and thoughts. Were all connected.
So thats good, right?
Youd think! But to cross One, I went through fields. They were tests.
Tests?
The field of regrets, for example, she said, swallowing hard. It was tough. My past. It asked a lot from me, and I wasnt ready. I screwed up and failed to cross.
But. You know now, you can try again, said Nate.
No! I prefer the solstice portal. Spend my time in Scottishland until I can cross Then, she whispered in a solemn tone, The only way through One is to raise your energy. It takes guts.
You have guts! What about Raging Street? You were brave and daring, he said, admiring her freckles.
Kenya was silent.
It takes guts to make it. Theres this conflict. They pull your soul in all directions. Youre pushing yourself far beyond whats comfortable. Initially, youre flying. Its so incredible. But afterwards, afterwards
What. What happens afterwards? he waited. What happens afterwards? he insisted.
You change. Its scary.
For the first time, Nate was apprehensive too. I have no choice. My mum.
I know. She smiled. Thats why you need to go. But I need to stay.
Kenya, together we wont go crazy in there, I promise.
Just then, the gleam of chrome on a motorbike blinded him.
Ellis! he croaked, locking eyes with her.
Whose Ellis? asked Kenya.
Hurry! We need a way out.
They walked the length of the train. Kenya kept glancing at Nate for answers. Nate took deep breaths to calm his nausea and shortness of breath.
Its going to be okay, Nate said. We have to jump from the train.
What? Oh, no, no, no, were not!
Its that or back to Club 7. We must jump.
Nate searched for a way out. Craning his neck, checking the fields ahead.
Its now or never. In these rolling fields, he said.
Rolling fields, rolling fields, said Kenya, unable to breathe. Lets call an ambulance!
Theyll find us. The hills are grassy. Theyll cushion the blow.
Oh, but there could be stones!
They walked towards the back of the train. Kenya was crushing his hand. There were no cargo cabins like in Victorian films. They persevered.
Between cabins were rubber gangway connections. They shared a nod. We cut an opening. But they needed a knife. They ran to the restaurant and sat by the bar.
What can I get you? said the server.
Just waiting for Mum and Dad. Theyll be here any second, said Kenya, smiling.
The server attended to another traveller, and Nate leaned in, scanning for something sharp. There was nothing. The man moved to the back of the cabin. Wait! The lemon cutting knife!
They ran back between the compartments and made a rip. The gangway compressed.
Okay. Were going to jump the moment it expands. The train is curving, said Nate.
There were green fields ahead.
Roll for as long as you can, he said in a reassuring tone.
This is going to hurt! Why am I doing this?
Dont think, jump! he said, pulling Kenya with him.
Their bodies jumped far into the air.
Gravity took over, and they fell, rolling hard.
Ellis motorbike rumbled in the distance. She missed their jump!
Nate groaned as he rolled over, his body aching. Kenya had scratched her forehead. It wasnt a deep cut.
Lets lie low, he said.
***
Later, they set off on their journey north by foot. With no map to guide them, they followed the train tracks. They passed grazing sheep and cows until they reached a country road. Nate strolled on one side, and Kenya on the other. They exchanged glances, smiling and blushing. Their conversation provided a much-needed distraction from the otherwise stillness of the landscape. Pockets of sunlight created shafts through the grey.
Ugh! The smell of manure, said Nate.
If animals could talk, said Kenya, which animal would be the rudest?
Haha! said Nate, thinking about it. A sheep.
Ha! A sheep?
Oh wait. What happened after the dog kissed the sheep under a mistletoe? asked Nate.
What.
The dog said. If this gets out, Im finished.
Haha. Oh, wait. What do sheep do on sunny days?
What.
A baaa-baaa-cue.
That is appalling! said Nate. He just adored her.
***
Their jokes grew more absurd. Their laughter filled the air as the tension of the last twenty-four hours melted away.
Wait. Lets play a game, said Nate. Would you survive a zombie apocalypse? Yes, or no?
Ooh, zombies! she said, giggling.
Lets run. We have forever. Ill race you to that tree, he pointed. If you can manage a believable answer to my zombie apocalypse question.
Manage? Ha! okay, do I think Id survive a zombie apocalypse? she asked.
Yes or no.
Er, yes! I believe I would survive a zombie apocalypse because, because, because! Yes! I would break into a grocery store and steal cans!
Okay!
Then Id move to the countryside and hide them, she said. I read somewhere that you can use cans as heaters.
Really?
Yeah. So, I would scare off the zombies with a wide circle of canned heaters. And sleep on a tree.
Would work in winter. Hey, thats good!
Yeah, I think so.
Haha. Steady? Go! said Nate.
They ran to a set of scraggly trees, breathless; they were even.
Woo-hoo! Now you, said Kenya.
Nate was catching his breath. I dont believe I would survive a zombie apocalypse.
You dont?
Drinking the water would finish me.
Ha.
No, seriously. He paused. Id move into a prison. Dig out the courtyard and create a vegetable patch.
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Nate sprinted to the finish line, winning the race. Kenyas mouth dropped open.
Unfair! she said.
Youre too good! he laughed.
She reached him, beaming. Then, squinting, made another run for it.
There were signs for Leiceston on the road. Nates feet were aching.
We must be an hour away, said Nate.
I need a rest! said Kenya.
They clambered over a splintery fence with barbed wire. There was a tractor and farming tools in a close-by field. Four horses had wandered away from a farm, grazing in the distance.
Horses! said Nate, coming closer and leading them back to the farm. But the horses refused, their hooves stamped in protest. How can they run a farm without dogs? asked Nate, shaking his head.
As they drew near, they overheard chickens clucking and pigs grunting. More horses snorted and whinnied in the barn. There was a pitchfork leaning against a tool shed. A grain silo and a greenhouse with broken glass with a messy row of vegetables. To their left, a field of crops. They crossed the tractor and ploughs. The house had a derelict, warped roof, and a porch swing in need of fresh paint.
Approaching the door, they knocked. An eery stillness hung in the air.
Hello? called Nate. Hello? No answer.
Wait! Kenya paled.
What.
The farm, she shivered, its abandoned.
Thats good! Well get food. Im hungry.
The front door was open.
Hello! Anyone home? called Nate.
A pungent, familiar stench filled the air. The same putrid smells they endured in the vaults of Club 7.
They bolted out of the house, slamming the door shut.
What is it with this place? Nate paced back and forth, leaning forward, placing his hands on his knees.
Fights are common, said Kenya. Death is often the result. We better alert someone.
Lets tell the neighbours, said Nate, they can call the police. They will find us if we do it.
Covering his mouth with his arm, and holding his breath, Nate ventured into the house searching for a pen and paper. He focused on just the surfaces, afraid of what he might see.
***
Kenya penned an urgent message for help and gave it to Nate since he had pockets.
Were bound to find another farm, said Kenya.
Lets take the horses, said Nate, running towards the stables.
She ran after him. I dont want to horse ride! Plus, its stealing!
Not technically.
I dont know how to ride, we walk!
By horse, a hundred miles of travel is possible in a day. If we walk, the journey will take weeks, said Nate.
No! she begged. We walk!
This is the best way. He took the hanging saddles from the stable. I will lead your horse.
Youre so stubborn! she said.
And youre afraid to try new things! He smiled as he set a saddle pad on a horse, then lifted the saddle onto it. He released the stirrup from the saddle horn and slung the girth under the horses belly. He repeated the action. Then, he fixed the strap to the upper ring. The saddle was secure. He also prepared the white mare. They were ready to ride.
Nate helped Kenya mount the horse, and she closed her eyes tight and, once on it, she screamed. Its too high! making the horse startle.
Woah, woah, said Nate, calming the mare.
Youll love this. Hold on tight, he said to Kenya as they left the stables.
The horses were keen to run away.
Youll get used to it. Vertigo is just an initial fear, said Nate.
They began trotting and searching for a nearby farm to alert.
Nate attempted a canter, causing Kenya to let out a scream.
Breathe! The horse is panicking too! he said, trying to control his and Kenyas mare.
Kenya had her eyes shut.
Nate pointed his left arm towards the sun. Calculating where it was during sunrise. His boy scout training helped him locate the north.
Nate loved horse riding. He often witnessed Auntie Jade caring for the horses in the stables, brushing their manes and currying their coats. After weeks of staying indoors, the rhythm of the horses hooves and the fresh air were liberating.
Kenya waited in a field as Nate approached a neighbouring farm. They had cars parked. He left the note and knocked. Then galloped back to Kenya.
They proceeded north in silence.
***
There was a comforting heat emanating from the animals flank. Kenya gazed at him. He flexed his muscles, always worked. The rocky crags and the soft grass made the ride smooth. Nate glanced back at her. She was transcendent. I told you it would be fun! he said, proud to make her happy.
They avoided villages. Ate berries and apples they stole from farmers. Slept under trees, they shared the silliest of conversations and the deepest of philosophies.
After a couple of days of travelling, they arrived at the Peak District, the majestic hills stretching before them. They rode through a field of lavender, struck by the soothing scents that filled the air. They rode alongside a babbling rivulet and through rolling hills. Then at twilight, Nate slowed the horses to a trot.
They need to rest, said Nate.
Kenya was beaming, her cheeks glowing after the ride. He helped her off the horse. As she descended, their eyes locked. Then she leaned to kiss him, and Nate held back. She furrowed her brows.
Its not that I dont want to, said Nate, sensing her disappointment.
Kenya flushed, taking off her shoes. She stepped towards the other side of the rivulet, balancing on the stones as she crossed.
They observed each other from either side of the rivulet. The horses drank from it.
Nate recoiled. Why didnt I kiss her? Im a pro! He had no problem kissing girls! She was upset.
Im going to lie down now, she said. I might even sleep.
Why wouldnt he kiss her? He fretted.
Its new, thats why. Youve never felt this way. Its new!
What are you afraid of?
Its not safe! Im out of my comfort zone.
***
The following evening, Nate and Kenya dismounted the horses. They sat leaning on a tree.
Why do you aspire to be famous? asked Nate.
Do you need to ask? she laughed.
Yes. Im curious to know what drives you?
Youre funny. Almost everyone wants to be famous!
Ive never understood why.
Well, youre rich! You can do what you like.
Ive never felt wealthier than when Im with you, he said, flashing his charismatic grin. Scavenging for food and sleeping under the stars.
Kenya raised her head and fixed her gaze on Nate.
I, I mean, said Nate, going red.
You mean? asked Kenya, arching her eyebrow.
I mean, I really like you, Ken.
Is this a game to you? Because I dont do mind games, she said, standing up.
Where are you going? asked Nate, getting up to follow her.
I dont know. I need to be alone.
But Ken, look, Im sorry. I really like you, he said, breaking into a sweat.
So?
This is new for me, he said.
There was a beat of silence between them.
Its always new when we like someone new, she said.
No, youre different.
You say that now.
Kiss me, Nate said, his heart racing with newfound courage.
No! the moments gone, she laughed.
Im going to kiss you, said Nate. Could this get any worse? He flinched.
Well, Im not kissing you! she said, diverting her attention.
Nate took her hand. She burst into giggles.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. When he opened his eyes, so did Kenya. Her eyes grew wide.
Wow.
That was the best kiss- she said.
Her best kiss? Was she a virgin? Maybe not.
Surrounded by the fragrance of heather and the streaming water, Nate pressed her close and Kenya gasped.
They melted into each others arms, their lips colliding in an ardent and all-consuming embrace.
***
The next morning, they galloped through the Yorkshire moors for almost two hours.
The horses need a break, said Nate.
After the horses drank water and fed grass, they continued the journey by foot.
Kenyas face was flushed. The cool breeze lifted her raven hair.
Lets search for an abandoned farmhouse somewhere. Its colder today, maybe a barn, she said, as they roamed the picturesque landscapes of Yorkshire.
Agreed, he said, his hands itching to hold her. He was glad she was oblivious to his thoughts.
Every home they found had signs of life, from the flickering lights to the sound of shouting. They considered asking for help, but that was too risky.
They were about to abandon the search when Nate froze in his tracks.
An Earthship! he whispered. In Machia Veil?
Whats an Earthship? asked Kenya.
The home, made of reclaimed tires and bottles, nestled under a hill.
A screaming baby kept a couple busy. They were also loading their car with items. Nate and Kenya exchanged a quick glance. After ten minutes, the couple left.
They are going away for some days! said Nate. Check this out. They adorned the walls with recycled glass bottles! It creates a stained-glass effect as the sun filters through them.
Its a little too perfect for me, said Kenya.
Because its upright?
Yes, she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Machians.
Wheres the food! Im starved! said Kenya.
Nate glanced down the road. What if the owners left something behind?
The owners locked the front door but left one window ajar to air the home. Nate lifted the window and stumbled into the house. Kenya followed.
Greenery adorned the interior, creating a peaceful space.
Earthships sustain themselves, said Nate. Most of them have a rainwater harvesting system, solar panels, and a garden, like this one. It is a tribute to human ingenuity in our unsustainable world.
How do you know so much? asked Kenya.
My mother, he said. She promotes Earthships as part of her climate change campaign.
Do you live in an Earthship?
Ha! I wish! She helps promote it. But I intend to build one.
***
They headed to the kitchen. There were cans under the sink. A basket of freshly picked vegetables. Pots and pans next to it. They opened a fridge and stared with delight at the fresh milk and eggs.
Kenyas face soured. What if they come back?
My thinking too, but the car was pretty full of stuff, he said.
They might come back after moving things!
Good point, said Nate, investigating the room. Lets find a place where we can hide if they return.
Under the bed?
We hide under the bed until theyre distracted, then escape.
Deal, said Kenya as she searched for a can opener. They would have to eat and hide. As the sun was setting, Kenya brushed her arms. Lets make a log fire!
What if they come back? asked Nate.
We run for the horses!
Getting peevish, I see! said Nate, winking and guiding her to the bedroom.
But Kenya tensed.
They might have condoms! she said.
What? Nate lifted an eyebrow.
What. You expect me to take a chance? she said.
But I dont come inside. He kissed her lower back, trying to change the subject.
Oh, ha, I see where this is going!
Wait, what?
So protective and yet so reckless!
Kenya, youre overreacting.
Am I? she said, glaring at him. I cant believe you said that!
Said what?
It was the horse ride. Kissing you was a mistake.
Her face was flushed. She was fighting back tears.
Why are women so emotional?
Nate wanted to comfort her, but it would lead to sex, so he put his clothes back on. He hesitated at the door. Kenya fell back on the bed, crying. She kicked in frustration. Then rolled over.
Nate headed outside and took the mare for a ride through the moors. Returning an hour later.
He headed back into the home.
It was dark.
Kenya?
She emerged from a hiding spot. Phew!
Lets leave and come back later.
Yes, good idea, she said, lingering and taking a couple of cans with them.
She feels guilty. But she was right.
They took the food and ate it under a tree.
An hour later, they were cold and returned to the home.
It would be safer if it were a Friday, said Nate.
Or this is their weekend home? asked Kenya.
Good point.
Its eleven. They wont be back tonight. Im cold.
As dawn broke, a simmering tension lingered in the air between them. But Nate denied its blaze. Easier to keep it that way. He rose from the bed, tiptoeing to the bathroom, then he jumped in the shower.
Cold shower. Exactly what I need, he thought as he caught his breath. He came out refreshed when Kenya yelped.
What? he asked.
The owners, hurry!
A car parked.
Nate and Kenya scurried beneath the bed frame.
Wide-eyed, they waited in silence.
But all was quiet and still.
Nate peeked.
No, theyll see you! she said.
One is outside. The other in the conservatory, he whispered. They are watering the plants.
They waited. The deep rumble of the cars engine kicked off.
They came to water the plants! The owners must be away! said Nate.
Relief! Okay. Lets wash clothes and sheets and head off, she said, dancing. Im going to jump in the shower.
Nate borrowed a pair of clean boxer shorts and headed to the outhouse. He studied the washing machine buttons.
Ken? he said, heading back inside.
Yes?
Give me your clothes. Ill start the machine.
She pushed the clothes through the slit in the door, and Nate held his breath, fending off the urge to do what he must not.
Then, he approached the washing machine outside like it was an alien device from outer space. He was too proud to admit he had no clue how to use it and opted to guess each step.
Cant be that difficult! They always brought clean laundry to his room and put it away for him. Surely, I have used a washing machine before? That milkshake disaster, remember? Ah yes, but no. Housecleaning came to the rescue, and he changed shirts. What about in Scotland? Great. Leith did the house chores then. Aw, cmon! The machine was gibberish to him. Whats revolutions?
He overheard Kenya sneeze.
Hows it going? asked Kenya, wrapped in a towel.
He poured clothes on the machine.
Great, he said.
He was too ashamed to ask Kenya how to start the cycle. So, he whistled and pretended to know.
Let me help you with this, said Kenya.
Ive got this.
You sure?
Ouch.
Okay! she chirped.
Quick! You can do this. The clothes are in. Wait, we separate by colour! He saw it in a film. He began again. Phew! Its okay. Now we pour the soap. He fixed his gaze on the buttons.
Deadlock.
Kenya came back, giggled, and pressed the start button.
How about some breakfast? she asked.
Glorious! I managed it! Even if Kenya came to the rescue. He was the king of the world!
He enjoyed breakfast with Kenya. Gathering energy for the day. Kenya headed to the loo. Nate got up to check on his laundry mission. But upon returning, utter destruction. Clothes detergent spewed wildly from the washing machine, producing a mountain of foam. He lost his balance. His heart raced as the mountain of suds grew larger. A fizzing sound filled the room. Kenya came in. She slipped, causing him to slip, and they both fell to the ground, hitting her head on the side of the machine.
Ouch!
Are you okay? Nate forgot the mess and held her head in his hands. Kenya winced. When she recovered, she got an eyeful of the enormous mess.
I can explain. Its hard to explain.
Kenya picked up the foam with her hand and tossed it at his face, giggling. They tried to get up but slipped. This time, Nate caught her head before getting hit again.
They had a moment. The wisps of her hair. He studied her face. Those freckles.
Their lips brushed. A cloud of sudsy joy enveloped them. Kenya stopped to spit detergent from her mouth and wipe his in a fit of giggles. But he soon kissed her again, this time with more longing. Kenya held back. She fidgeted and brought out a condom. Nate hesitated. Kenya frowned, and he started wearing it.
Nate pressed his right arm around her as he unhooked her bra. She let out a surprised moan. Then he stopped. Are you a virgin? He had to know.
What - what makes you think I am?
I just wondered.
She shook her head. A year ago. A chap called-
-spare me the details! he said, holding up his hands.
The moment was gone. Nate lay on his back.
Kenya crossed her arms. As she got up, her foot slipped on the wet floor, and Nate caught her before she fell.
They lay there in silence; he had to kiss her again. They were so familiar! Like they had been together before.
But that was impossible. Maybe in another life?
They soared higher, into shards of pleasure. Nothing else existed. He stopped, smiled, and they kissed again. She closed her eyes.
***
A few hours later
Nate knew he left a lasting impression on her. Even if he wasnt her first.
The laundry was drying on the line in the bright afternoon sun. Nate inspected the clothes, but his eyes lingered on Kenya. He yearned for her touch, his every thought consumed by her. Her beauty cast a glow on everything around her. The way her shirt hugged her figure, and her delicate hands.
Startled, he shook himself out of his reverie.
Even though their clothes were damp, the warm sun made them comfortable.
We have to leave, said Nate.
Lets write a thank you note, an explanation, said Kenya.
Are you crazy! No way!
What if they call the police? We have enough trouble.
Were outlaws, whether we like it or not, said Nate.
It doesnt hurt!
***
Nate intertwined his fingers with Kenyas as they headed back to the mares.
How do you know whats north? asked Kenya.
Ill show you, he said. Its late August, and up here the sun rises in the northeast and sets in the northwest, he said, pointing. I just pay attention to where the sun sets and where it rises. North is right in the middle if we face the two points.
Wow! she giggled.
Boy scouts, he grinned.
The skies grew dark, and thunder roared as lightning struck.
Temperature dropped as the storm gathered strength and soon the heavens opened. While being cautious with the horses, they still whooped in delight.
Later that night, they curled up on the thick moss of a forest; the dew dampening their clothes.
***
They spent the following night by a tranquil lake.
We must be in the Scottish Highlands, said Nate.
Scottishlands, you mean? asked Kenya.
You dont call it the highlands?
Never heard of that.
Nevermind! said Nate.
***
They had been galloping for hours. Adrenaline was their best friend, helping them fly faster than ever.
That evening, Nate signalled to Kenya they should climb a tree to avoid the humidity. He was a natural. Kenya struggled, but Nate helped her up. Using branches, they nestled on the tree, the cool night air lulling them to sleep. An owl hooted.
But no sign of the Archaemenes.
The next morning, the clouds drifted by in the tranquil morning sky. A sense of awe washed over him. I am privileged.
Kenya shook awake. Her frightened expression changing into a smile. Nate pressed her close.
The sunbeams radiated on them. The countryside was alive. They descended the tree and took their clothes off. Their naked bodies were eager for each other. A deep well of emotion and a zeal that grew to new heights. Kenya stifled a cry of delight as he ran his hand through the front of her body.
Something transformed them, and nothing would ever break their bond.
Or so he wished.
Chapter 34: Trailing
Machia Veil Timeline
11:15 am, August 31st C Binlochry, Scottishland
Through her binoculars, Ellis Warnock followed Nate and Kenya with a calm demeanour. Thanks to Clarice, they knew the teens would lead them to a portal. It was essential Nate and Kenya believed they were by themselves. She spied them taking the horses from the barn. Afterwards, she took a horse herself. She spied them admiring the eco-friendly house they stayed in before their horse-riding journey into the moors.
She kept her team informed every hour. Every time they made a stop, she dropped her military rucksack, which held her sleeping bag and tent. Once Nate and Kenya went to sleep, she set up camp. When dawn broke, another Arch took over. However, Ellis was determined to find the portal herself, so she often pushed herself with longer shifts. She wanted to outmanoeuvre the teens. After a few days, she understood they were nearing their destination, and Darcy Bruston joined her, bringing a camper van.
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Ellis phone buzzed, and she picked it up.
Your location? texted Darcy.
Off trail, North of Binlochry, 56.713225, -3.736316.
***
Twenty minutes later
Darcy drove into the location.
Saviour! Theyre headed north, said Ellis. Did you bring the trackers?
Right here, said Darcy.
Should be easy to attach overnight.
Or on the horses? he asked.
Not if they neigh. I tried.
Chapter 35: Sleep Deception
Machia Veil Timeline
Later that night, Darcy Bruston followed Nate and Kenya through a long strip of forest. They settled under a tree near a cliff. Once asleep. Darcy crept in. Even if Nate woke up, he would not recognise him, since he was never part of the Club 7 escort team.
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He stepped closer when an owls eerie hoot filled the air. Waiting for ten minutes, he then continued to their tree. He was placing the tracker on Nates back when the crackling of his radio startled them.
Nate grabbed his hand.
Darcy tried to escape, but Nate clamped down, refusing to let go.
The girl screamed.
What do you want? Nate yelled. Who are you?
Darcy broke free.
But Nate got up and barrelled towards him; making them roll down the grassy hill.
Chapter 36: Shadow Strike
Machia Veil Timeline
Nate lost his grip and became winded when the stranger hit him. He got his right cheek, but he rolled on his back to avoid another hit. Running away from the man. He kept his distance. Nate guessed he was fighting with an Arch, and he let out a guttural roar. All those weeks in Club 7. This was his chance to release all the fury he had inside. But the Arch pulled out a knife and Nate balked. Standing back. The Arch moved the knife in a back-and-forth motion. Nate grabbed a large branch and swung it with all his might until the Arch lost his knife. Nate then barrelled towards him again.
Stop! Stop! Kenya screamed.
Nate and the Arch grappled with each other. The Arch still trying to get away.
What do you want? Nate bellowed.
The men hurled down the hill. The Arch pulled out a gun. Nate was fast and jerked the gun out of his reach. Kenyas hands shook as she grabbed it, shrieking in fear that it would fire. She pressed the mag release and the bullet mag fell out. She hit the Arch with it. But he didnt pass out. He became more violent. She threw the gun over the cliff and sprinted back to tackle him.
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Get the rope! said Nate, who had pinned him on the ground.
Kenya returned with the rope they used to tie the mares to the trees.
I wish we could just she struggled. Knock him out!
Help me, said Nate, rolling him to the edge of the cliff.
The man muffled a grunt.
They perched him on the edge. Close enough to sense the drop, but not so close that he would plummet.
Were right behind you. If you so much as move, well kick! said Nate.
Nate and Kenya jumped on the horses and galloped up a hill. On the hill was a camper van and a hang glide.
They exchanged glances.
Oh my, she whispered.
We have to, said Nate.
He dismounted the horse and helped Kenya off.
The horses! said Kenya.
***
Nate secured Kenya onto the hang glide with the straps. She made small jumps. Then he put his own on. They picked up speed and went soaring off the cliff.
Woo-hoo! they screamed.
Nate did a double take as a woman emerged from the campervan. Ellis?
Chapter 37: The Magic Carpet
Machia Veil Timeline
11:55 pm, August 31st C Canegorms National Park, Scottishland
Nate and Kenya gazed up into the majestic blanket of stars. Nate inhaled, grinning and stretching his arms.
They flew through small pockets of mist.
Nate shivered in awe at the majestic landscape surrounding them.
Boulders and rocks dotted the landscape.
Native pine trees surrounded them in every direction, their scent filling the air.
I have wings on my back! Woo-hoo! Kenya hooted.
Wow, said Nate.
This is unbelievable! she said as they soared over the Scottishlands.
***
Kenya drew Nates attention, pointing west. Its the third lake to the west. That should be the Loch Lorian!
But wait. We need a landing field.
Over there! said Kenya.
They began their descent in zigzags until they had a long glide landing. But because of the dim lighting, it was hard to know when they would hit the ground.
Too fast! Too fast! screamed Kenya, not wanting to look.
Breathe, were safe, said Nate, aiming for a smooth landing.
They landed stumbling.
Kenya was immobile.
Kenya! Are you okay?
She was tongue-tied.
Kenya! Talk to me!
Her eyes were wide. That was a-ma-zing!
Hahaha.
With a slight limp, they crossed a stone bridge. Ahead of them, tall and imposing pine trees towered, as though they were giant guards protecting the sacred space. Kenya placed her hand on her breastbone. With her other hand, she pointed. That is the Lady of the Loch.
Nate surveyed the area, trying to make out the silhouettes of a person or cottage. There was only an old rusty steamboat. A circle of tall, dark trees and bushy shrubs surrounded the boat at the base of the mountain.
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Where is she?
There! The boat.
The boat is the Lady of the Loch? he paused. A forgotten relic! You knew it was a boat?
Would you have come if I told you it was an abandoned boat? she smiled. But it isnt. Its a bridge.
A boat bridge?
Yes.
Kenya brushed aside the twigs around the boat. It was a wreck.
It will get you across, she said.
How?
Ill help you. Youll see. Lets go in.
No way! Im not drowning in a boat wreck. Forget it.
Have faith, trust me!
Nate climbed with caution; his eyes drawn to the barnacles on the boats side.
She led him to the main deck. There was a plaque. On it was writing. The engraved letters stood in stark contrast against the Verdigris bronze.
You read it, said Kenya.
Nate inhaled. Reading will help us cross?
Yes.
Nate rolled his eyes. Okay.
To north and south, he read.
To east and west reversed.
By my honour, hear my verse,
That I may serve in heart and soul,
With reverence and flow.
As for King Arthurs code.
My Lady of Grace, my heart embrace.
The boat lit up, and Kenya disembarked.
Water trickled from the tree branches. At first, a drizzle. But the trickle grew into a downpour. With each passing moment, the gusts of wind grew more forceful. The downpour became a raging storm that pelted down on them. Small branches whipped around them. Nates knuckles turned white as he clung to the bridge of the boat, trying to steady himself. The boat rocked back and forth on the unsteady waves, threatening to throw him overboard.
The storm is just resistance. Hurry! she cried. Keep reading! Cross before lighting strikes! she said, wiping her eyes.
What? No! Come with me!
You dont understand!
I understand youre afraid. You cant predict what will lie ahead, shouted Nate.
I do, you see. I do. No wimps allowed. I failed.
Youre drenched! Jump in! shouted Nate over the roaring storm.
Lightning hit the side of the boat. They jumped.
This is crazy, go! Or you will die!
Im not leaving you alone! he said, blinded by the rain.
Kenya said something else, but the winds swallowed her words.
Rocks lit up. A light swirled in the distance, entrancing Nate.
Kenya closed her eyes.
Nate teared his gaze away from the beckoning light. In a split decision, he wrestled with his balance as he stepped off the boat. He enveloped Kenya in a tight embrace. Every fibre of his being resisted letting her go.
The moment Nate set foot on land, the winds ceased their howling and the pouring rain tapered off into a drizzle.
See? It was just resistance. You must go! said Kenya.
Im not leaving you alone here.
***
Something shifted in the shadows. Nate studied the movement.
People rushed towards them.
Archs! they said in tandem.
They leaped back onto the boat.
Hurry, the incantation. We must cross, now! said Kenya.
This time, they chanted together.
To north and south,
To east and west reversed.
By my honour, hear my verse,
That I may serve in heart and soul,
With reverence and flow.
As for King Arthurs code.
My Lady of Grace, my heart embrace.
The light from the boat was so bright it forced them to shield their eyes.
The storm whipped up in a frenzy, unleashing a torrent of rain and wind.
As the boat transformed, swirls of light enveloped them like dancing clouds of mist. The storm dissipated. In the boat, it was graceful and peaceful. Gradually, the light faded.
A swishing sound called Nates attention. Kenyas back was ablaze with swathes of light. Whats happening? asked Nate.
You have it too, she said. Youre lighting up.
The luminosity was so dazzling that it rendered him speechless.
As they crossed the boundary between Machia and One, a song broke out in the distance.
Chapter 38: Threshold
PART II: SACRED GEOMETRY
Chapter 38: Threshold
Between timelines
Past midnight, September 1st
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There was laughter around Nate. Perhaps Nates expression amused them. The brilliant white light bathed them. The landscape was difficult to discern. After a prolonged silence, he made out the white figures of children singing along, making hand signals in perfect synchronicity. Then Nate lost his sight again, engulfed in more white light. His eyes widened. The child spirits waved their arms in a symphony of light.
Love wrapped around him like a blanket. Many beings on the field arrived to form circles. The surrounding poetry stirred Nate into a whirlwind of elation and awe. Drummers appeared in the distance and light energy swished around Kenya and Nate. He had never felt so light. A blissful, meditative state took over him, a profound connection with the universe.
Then the white light, the children, and the older beings faded, and silence returned.
Chapter 39: Cryptic Haven
Veil One
September 1st C Veil One Archway
When morning arrived, Nate and Kenya woke up in a meadow.
An imposing stone archway stood before them.
They walked through it. The archway figured intricate geometrical shapes and star designs, as if speaking a celestial language. Once through, the colours of the city were soft white, pastel colours and light blues. In front of them were luminous buildings that stood tall when observed, yet vanished like waves on a shoreline. Nate did a double take. What? They reappeared every time he looked. He remained still for an extended time, not wishing to interrupt the surreal moment.
Its like the particle-wave theory!
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The what? Kenya asked.
I cant get my head around explaining it now, but I will, said Nate, transfixed by an ornate, white building. It shimmered in the sunlight, with its mosaic tiles sparkling in the breeze.
Kenya shook her head. Ive seen all this before, but its still amazing!
They walked further into the city. Decorated doorways abounded with more intricate geometrical carvings and an enchanting aura. Art nouveau architecture was a common theme, with nature and civilization coexisting in harmony. There was an aroma of fresh linen and musty tree bark. If Kenya hadnt called him to continue into the city, Nate would have stopped for hours. On their walk, more buildings appeared and vanished as though windswept.
They stopped where a group of Veil Ones encircled a site. All genders wore liquid-like fabric that draped to the floor. Others had clothes with starfish shapes or gentle ripples on them. Nate gawked at the fabrics, overwhelmed by an urge to feel the texture. It was dreamlike. How does it move like that?
What are they doing? asked Nate, enraptured.
They are manifesting a new home. Anythings possible here, said Kenya.
The voices of the people mingled together in a harmonious hum.
Chapter 40: The New Base
Machia Veil Timeline
Midnight, September 1st C Loch Lorian, Scottishland
Ellis and Darcy swam across the lake, only to find the battered boat empty. They dived into the water. Where did they go?
Ill search the area, said Darcy, coming out of the water.
You go east and Ill go west. If we dont find them. The portal must be here, said Ellis.
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They sprinted in both directions. The teens had vanished without a trace.
Darcy dialled Kit Mannons number.
Permission to set up base in Loch Lorian The teens cant be located. We think we have uncovered the portal Indeed, Ellis handled it with success Yes, sir Thank you, sir.
SBU, Tarran and Anahid units to travel to Loch Lorian, on the south side of Ben Lorian. Further details on approach, said Ellis into her comms.
It will be difficult to assemble a camp here, said Darcy, inspecting the grounds.
Well have to build it, said Ellis, unwavering in her mission.
Chapter 41: Construction
Machia Veil Timeline
Next morning C Loch Lorian, Scottishland
Military helicopters thundered in the Scottishlands.
Clear the area! said Ellis as the team fell back from the lake. Aerial cranes lowered and dropped planks of construction materials. The SBU from Club 7 abseiled down from the helicopters.
The Archaemenes surrounded the Loch Lorian and busied themselves with the construction plans. Others used vibration readings to figure which spot had the highest reading. Three Archs emitted sound waves, eagerly awaiting the echoes that would reveal hidden details, then recorded these in their digital notebooks. The Tarran team, diligent in their work, constructed the camp around the boat. Their tools clanking against the stones.
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Kit Mannon arrived that evening and crossed the fence that surrounded the site. Security agents guarded the perimeter. Just as he came closer, Ellis came to greet him.
I told you to stay away! he said, but then he smiled. Darn good work Ellis.
Thank you, sir, she said.
Ellis led Kit past agents in flak jackets wearing safety glasses and hardhats fusing metals. Other agents poured cement mix into the lake until it rose above the water. They reached a portable office trailer and stepped inside.
Sir! Darcy stood up and cleared the table for Kit.
Kit opened his suitcase and brought out a large hard drive. All the recordings of RayCrest coding in one hard drive.
Ellis eyes widened. We will go through each one, sir. You can count on us.
Chapter 42: The Watch
Between timelines
11 am, September 1st
Between Machia Veil and Veil One were countless veils of consciousness. Like frequencies on a radio. Just a few stations away, a magnificent RayCrest by the name of Cairis observed the Archs every move. Unseen by them, she monitored their construction around the gracious Lady of the Loch.
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They had sealed the Archs in a battle with the RayCrests without realising it.
Cairis team of RayCrests, busied themselves undoing every code Ellis and Darcy tried to break, and making them screech in frustration. What worked in the Solstice Bridge did not work in the Loch Lorian.
More Archs arrived on the site.
In tandem, Cairis called for reinforcements.
Chapter 43: Remembrance
Veil One
11 am, September 1st C City of Grace
Nate took hold of Kenyas hand. Glad youre happy to be here, he said.
I have to ask about leaving. She pressed her lips together. But how can I not be happy? Its so infectious. See what I meant about water?
Oh, yeah!
Theyre big on respecting water, said Kenya. Gentle, yet forceful when it needs to be.
Some edifices were like waves and stood upright if Nate was aware of them.
The changing water doesnt bother them at all, she explained.
They also love roses, said Nate.
Yeah, that too, especially in food decoration.
Lets go there! said Nate, pointing to a giant roman coliseum. Nate was awe-struck by the sheer size of the building with people milling around the entrance.
Inside, an electric atmosphere filled the arena. It brimmed with people dressed in cascading robes, their faces solemn.
Wow, theyre in session! said Kenya.
Nate raised his chin, straining to see further away. Who is in charge?
No-one and everyone, she said.
Thats not possible!
It is here. Its hard to believe, but they sing laws into action.
Say what?
If enough delegates join the song, passed. If not, they listen to other songs.
Singing delegates? Nates eyes grew wide.
I wouldve said something, but didnt think youd believe me!
Its hard to believe even seeing it.
Yep. Welcome to the Arcuan Harmonium!
Arcuan Harmonium? Nate whispered.
He crept closer to the two women delegates next to them. They were engaged in a heated argument. An argument struck Nate as strange. Everything in One was in perfect harmony with the ebb and flow of change. He brushed his eyes. A light breeze brushed against his cheeks. It took his breath away. They werent arguing; they were singing a striking melody. The delegates grew quiet, but the women refused to be deterred, singing louder, and standing up to join arms.
What is happening? asked Nate.
How strange, she said, surprised.
The song sounds Celtic, said Nate.
Kenya approached a delegate. With a smile, the delegate pointed at the women and other members. It left Kenya speechless, whatever he said.
She slunk back to Nate, her head bowed. The women are asking for everyone to join their warrior song. Delegates are worried about the Veil of Inspiration and Veil One.
Veil of Inspiration? asked Nate.
Yup, its a higher vibe than Quotidian, but lower than Veil One. Ive never been, but people say its incredible.
What else do they say?
Machians, said Kenya, flushing. Theres an issue with the crossings. Machians are trying to get into Veil One. They say resisting isnt what they do. But there are those who say, in this case, war is a must. Theres no flow. They are very divided right now.
Are we in danger? asked Nate.
In Veil One! Theyll never get through. They dont stand a chance against RayCrests.
Phew.
They will resist, and it will all be fine, she said.
The aroma of cooked food filled the air of the coliseum. Nate and Kenya stayed to enjoy the feast and learn from Veil Ones. They settled on a low wall. Kenya leaned her head against Nates shoulder as they listened to the delegates. He pressed her closer, and there was an unspoken understanding between them.
The enchanting spectacle unfolded in the dreamlike realm of Veil One, where time seemed to slow, and delegates took on an ethereal, almost magical quality.
There is still no harmony, said Nate.
There is, said Kenya.
How so?
See those circles of light? She pointed at different sections of the arena.
Yeah.
Theyve been growing since we got here. Thats a good sign, she said.
What are they? Lamps?
Nope, they are foreign lights.
Foreign?
Alien foreign.
Alien!
They help humans, said Kenya. They are the Arcuans, keeping everyone on the same page. When delegates agree, the lights come together, and a huge light show fills the sky.
But dont they agree if they join the same song? asked Nate.
Not that simple. The Arcuans read thoughts. They know what the delegates really want. Its hard for humans to understand each other because of all the language barriers. Instead, they signal the delegates are all on board.
Wow! Nate was pensive. It still seems impossible to me. At least not in Quotidian.
If you pay attention to nature, birds stick together. Or the democracy of penguins. It is possible!
How did you get so wise! He teased, hugging her.
The Harmonium...mind blowing!
***
Later that day, they headed to a grand art nouveau building with a glass awning. A light radiated from its dome up into the sky. Intrigued, they spied on the events inside. As they entered, violet and white light engulfed them. Nate made out two figures. The figures were a Manhattan androgynous fashionista and a native American Indian. They beheld Nate and Kenya, and the teens fell to their knees in surrender.
RayCrests said Kenya breathless.
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Nate and Kenyas synchronised LitSpear echoed through the room, and they locked eyes.
You know who they are? How? How do we know who they are? Nate jolted.
The female RayCrest directed her gaze to the walls, where screens glowed in the darkness.
We walked into the Remembrance building, said Kenya in alarm. Not sure we are ready. Are we ready?
Im not ready, Im not ready, said Nate, practically paralysed. I need air! he said, rushing back outside. Kenya followed.
Cant be true, said Kenya. Her expression was vacant.
They sat on a ledge made of translucent stones and Nate observed the art nouveau door wide eyed. From the outside, everything was normal. As though nothing was happening inside the building. Every time Nate reached for food on a stand, it stayed in his grasp, unlike the other items that came and went. They sat in awe of the building. Eating in silence.
Beings came and went around them, as did the buildings.
As the hours passed, Nate felt intrigued again. What do we have to lose? asked Nate.
Kenya stared at Nate. How we see ourselves. Isnt that terrifying enough?
Arent you curious about who we are?
I know exactly who I am. Thank you very much, she said, averting her gaze.
No, no, you dont. We dont know, he snorted, Kenya, youre afraid. My mum says women are so flower power, but when committing to a spiritual path, you cancel out.
Dont! Youre using what I said about the field of regrets against me.
No, Im just quoting my mum. Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ, The Buddha. All men! Reaching enlightenment. Where are the women?
Kenyas fists clenched. There are so many! I just cant name them now! she said. How dare you! Im going in!
If you go in, Ill have to go in.
Werent you saying- Kenya threw her arms up. I give up.
I want to go inside. Its just so, so so far out!
We have to go in, said Kenya, standing up. Im going. You coming?
Nate waited outside, biting his nails. People leaving the building radiated understanding. There was freedom in this place. No one was forcing him like in Club 7.
He went inside.
***
Two hours passed
Nate stumbled back outside with an intense throbbing in his head. He made it to a bench. His mind was spinning, unable to settle.
Kenya joined him, gasping for air. That was a lot.
I need a moment, he said.
***
They lay in a park under the ever-changing array of clouds.
That was a bit much. But to cross you need to know yourself, said Kenya, breaking the silence between them.
He rolled away from her.
She lay next to him, hugging him from behind. But Nate flinched.
Standing up, he coughed. Pretending everything was okay. Ill see you later. I need some time.
Okay, she said, as he left.
Nate walked alone on a beach. Then sat for hours holding his arms around his knees, observing the seashores ebb and flow. Later, he lay sideways, and Lauryns pendant fell out of his pocket. He picked it up. Hey, you. he was never tired of reading the inscription. Life is change, and how we adjust will make or break us.
He lay back on the sand, arms spread apart as clouds rolled by. The evening sun cast a warm glow around him.
Kenya reached him after an hour. They walked in silence through a winding road and into a forest. The forest sang a concert of winds, leaves and pockets of orange sunlight. They strolled until they found a quaint little cottage nestled among the trees. A thick layer of dust filled the cottage. They scrubbed and swept it until it was habitable. As the night grew darker, they lit candles. There was a water well in the front yard. They lay on a bed made of hay. Although the shelter was rudimentary, it was safe, and they drifted off into a deep sleep.
***
That night, Nates mind raced, an unusual energy coursed through his veins. Were the images in his mind actual memories? Or a figment of his imagination? Engulfed in a bright, violet hue again, a rush of memories flooded his mind. An emotion so strong it had a presence of its own.
Kenya was dancing, and he tried to hold her, but she evaporated in his arms.
Its a dream, he realised, trying to find her.
But then he fell into a deeper sleep.
I remember. Nate gazed at Kenya, their eyes communicating without words. The night we arrived in the Milky Way was still and silent. Their bright light illuminated the darkest corner of the universe. We arrived in a burst of light in chaos. Little by little, the chaos subsided. We held still.
I remember, shivered Kenya.
We cautiously shuffled around the unfamiliar space around us. Recovering from a baffling wormhole.
The dream turned to the present. Kenyas voice rose in a song interlaced with rhythmic clapping. She was outside the cottage. There were powerful gusts of wind, her raven hair lifted in the air in a dance of its own.
Quiso Dios con su poder, Refer to Appendix 2 for the English translation.she sang in Spanish.
Fundir cuatro rayitos de sol
Y hacer con ellos una mujer
Y al cumplir su voluntad
En un jardn de Espa?a nac
Como la flor en el rosal C
She sang proud and emotional.
The memories flooded back in his sleep.
We beheld the new galactic landscape. Transported to a new realm. Then, we drifted through the expanse of the universe. We observed in wonder. Glowing among the whirling galaxies that appealed to our questioning nature. In time, we became adapted to these new surroundings. Free as we were, we explored galaxies far and wide, delving into the Milky Way, until we arrived at the Solar system, and then to Earth.
We landed on Earth during the Miocene Epoch. Twenty million years ago, said Kenya. We saw a blue planet with swirling dancing clouds of atmosphere.
We came closer, joined Nate. Studying it. Then we expanded. We held planet earth like parents holding a baby and we observed everything in it, in great detail. They both laughed.
He tried to resist, but it was too late - information rushed into his mind, filling it with more memories.
We stood in awe as we beheld the enthralling, shimmering sea. They continued in tandem, and its sea creatures and the splendour of the earth and its creatures. The elegance of the air. Fascinated by birds, Skys interest grew.
Sky! Called Nate. Kenya and Nate glanced at each other. Wow, SkyRose! Of course!
SkyRose. They remembered them, their hearts bursting. How they had missed them!
***
We loved this curious planet. The passionate volcanoes, the fury of the seas. The peaceful air creatures. And we surrendered to this splendour. They said in unison. And thats how we came.
Kenyas flamenco interrupted the reverie.
?Ay de m! Pena mortal
?Por qu me alejo Espa?a de ti?
?Por qu te arrancan de mi rosal?
As she turned, she stopped clapping and lowered her torso, opening her red shawl wide and swaying it upwards in an act of reverence. Then twirled it around her, swinging her shawl side to side. Her eyes were shining with focused determination.
Quiero yo volver a ser
La luz de aquel rayito de sol
Hecho mujer
Por voluntad de Dios
Ay! Madre ma
Ay! Quien pudiera
Ser luz del da C
She turned a few more times as she wrapped her shawl around her waist and raised her right arm to the sky. She came closer to Nate.
Kenya had her hands around Nates waist - she circled him, singing in a softer voice.
As he drifted back into the deeper dream, he was weightless.
Upon landing, we flew over rocky landscapes and over the sea. Water astounded us. Oh yes, the water! We had never seen water before and upon closer inspection; we perceived it as a hypnotising cascade of heavy but cool, flowing light. By nightfall, we floated over the ocean. There was a universal wonder: an apocalyptic thunderstorm. The sea swelled like a clash of ocean titans. Gigantic mounds of dark reflecting the moon in shattered-like apparitions. Their hearts heaved with every wave, and every thunderbolt enthused them. The giants rocked them in this masterpiece of oceanic fury. Back and forth. Every time the titans rose, they whooped with electrified joy.
Time went by and we split to travel the Earth. SkyRose explored lush forests of the Miocene, a realm where ancient apes thrived. They encountered a curious community of tree-dwelling creatures. They inhabited two of their bodies. Copying the community they were in and screaming with delight as they swung from tree to tree. They laughed so hard their sides hurt. During the day, they played rough. Others might eat figs as they lay on a branch. A fight would break out whilst others ignored the raucous shrieks in favour of grooming a pal with their lice, or others mated. SkyRose lived a while among them. They further enjoyed the quiet slumber of sunrise and sunsets on the arid plains. The stellar skies with the soft blanket of the Milky Way. The sweetness of ladybugs that travelled up Roses arm.
We travelled through alternate timelines on Earth before our path led us into the future. We headed west. This time as birds flying high over a large swamp. A flock of flamingos reached fresh waters from their salty lakes. We enjoyed the best parts of being each organism. Whenever a danger loomed, we left our physical bodies and continued our adventures. One day, a field of summer flowers distracted us. There, we inhabited bees and laughed as we criss-crossed each other through the fields. We raced each other and you or I won, depending which bee we inhabited. Some bees had faster wings than others. It was our theme park. Never-ending wonders of delight. The planet enamoured us.
Nate woke up.
If this was a dream. It was the best dream he had ever had.
StarLight he said. Calling himself and Kenya by their true name. StarLight! We were the first Arcuans! The LitSpears in the Remembrance building. His eyes grew wide. They were family!
Kenya was singing. She was outside hanging clothes.
Y al rayar la amanecida
Sobre Espa?a renacer
Mis pensamientos
Han revestido
El firmamento
De besos mos C
Nate wanted to kiss her, but she slipped away teasing, continuing her song and dance.
En mi corazn
Espa?a te miro
Y el eco llevar de mi cancin
A Espa?a en un suspiro.
But when he was awake, something clicked.
He was losing his mind.
Was he even in One? Maybe the Archs killed him!
Was Kenya real? The cottage became heavy, as though it were trapping him.
He had an urge to escape, and his feet started running.
Appendix 2 - Translation of Suspiros de Espa?a by Antonio Alvarez
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Suspiros de Espa?a
Quiso Dios con su poder
Fundir cuatro rayitos de sol
Y hacer con ellos una mujer
Y al cumplir su voluntad
En un jardn de Espa?a nac
Como la flor en el rosal
Tierra gloriosa de mi querer
Tierra bendita de perfume y pasin
Espa?a, en toda flor a tus pies
Suspira un corazn
?Ay de m!, pena mortal
?Por qu me alejo Espa?a de ti?
?Por qu te arrancan de mi rosal?
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Quiero yo volver a ser
La luz de aquel rayito de sol
Hecho mujer
Por voluntad de Dios
Ay!, madre ma
Ay!, quin pudiera
Ser luz del da
Y al rayar la amanecida
Sobre Espa?a renacer
Mis pensamientos
Han revestido
El firmamento
De besos mos
Y sobre Espa?a
Como gotas de roco
Los dejo caer
En mi corazn
Espa?a te miro
Y el eco llevar de mi cancin
A Espa?a en un suspiro
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Sighs from Spain
God wanted with his power
To melt four sunbeams
And make a woman out of them
And by doing his will
I was born in a garden in Spain
Like the flower on the rose bush
Glorious land of my love
Blessed land of perfume and passion
Spain, in full bloom at your feet
A heart sighs
Woe is me! A death sentence
Why did Spain move me away from you?
Why are you torn from my rosebush?
I want to be again
The light of that little ray of sun
Made into a woman
by the will of God
Oh dear Lord
Oh, who could
be daylight
And at the break of dawn
Over Spain be reborn
My thoughts
have lined
The sky
of my kisses
and about Spain
like drops of dew
I drop them
In my heart
Spain I see you
And the echo will carry my song
To Spain in one sigh
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Appendix 3 - Glossary
Appendix 3 - Glossary
- Archaemenes (Archs): Spies from Machia Veil, skilled in recording and tracking RayCrests as they code through reality. They use these codes for interdimensional travel and often have nefarious intentions.
- Arcuans: Benign aliens from Planet Atelis, characterised by their quest for higher consciousness. Made of energy that transforms and multiplies. In ancient times, they also occupied organisms for study.
- Artinian: An Aurial code for gathering information before creating a coding change. Comes after the Oran Sacramenta of Fealty and before a changing Aurial code.
- Aurial Code: Energy that, when moved in certain directions, changes the fabric of reality. Mastered by RayCrests and bestowed by the Aurial Plenum.
- Aurial Plenum: Wise supreme beings, guiding the Four Parallels. They provide knowledge and codes to the RayCrests.
- Ballan: A senior Aurial code that allows RayCrests to observe from adjacent frequency realities. It restricts movement within the code to a small space.
- Ballanair: A Ballan in a known frequency where exploration is allowed.
- Charax Code: An acrobatic choreography that expulses enemies fifty yards away, used when surrounded.
- Gantemer: An Aurial code that can make matter change direction.
- LitSpear: (***spoiler alert***) Nates Arcuan family, which multiplied into hundreds to search for their missing members.
- Markan: An Aurial code for stopping time single-handedly.
- Markarian: An Aurial code for stopping time in a group, with a longer-lasting effect.
- Multidimensional Humans: In this book, humans live in various planes of consciousness, swapping between them to raise their awareness and maintain universal harmony.
- Oran Sacramenta of Fealty: An Aurial code for permission to modify the fabric of reality. An oath of loyalty to the Aurial Plenum.
- Pinner Lines: (***spoiler alert***) Orange lights of coding that, when touched, cause pain, suffering, and lower vibrations. Primarily found in Machia Veil.
- Primul cypher: An Arch version of the Waterli shield.
- RayCrests: Residing in Veil One, they are a blend of old human souls and benevolent alien beings. They possess knowledge and abilities to code reality, elevate human consciousness, and create new realities.
- Solstice Bridge (SB): An artificial portal connecting Machia Veil to Quotidian, activated only during the summer and winter solstices. Excessive crossings through SB have caused an imbalance in The Four Parallels.
- Timeline Veils: These represent levels of consciousness influenced by life events, ranging from the lower vibrations of Machia Veil to the higher realms of enlightenment in Veil One.
- Waterli shield: An Aurial code that builds a protective shield of purple light around the body.
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Chapter 44: Mirage
Veil One
For over an hour, Nate kept running. Stumbling towards an apple tree, he sank to the ground. He tilted his head and admired the vast expanse of the valley before him. The drop was steep but grassy. He let himself slip over the wild grass until he reached the bottom with a thump. Lying flat, he caught his breath. Then needed to run again.
By nightfall, he collapsed in the middle of a meadow.
The next morning, he woke up to a birdsong. Joy was contagious, but he remained cautious. Trust only me.
After another day alone, there was a chasm in his heart.
He crunched up in agony.
Then Lauryn was there. She held her hand out, willing him to continue. He smiled, getting up to follow her when she faded.
Lauryn!
But Lauryn transformed into a dancing Kenya.
The dancing Kenya into StarLight.
Nates foot caught on a root, sending him tumbling onto the grass.
The images of Lauryns disappearance on the Zambezi River and Kenya transforming into StarLight played over and over in his mind.
Then it hit him.
I lost her! I lost Star!
Nates eyes widened with shock.
I lost Star to the lowest vibrations of the earth. She lost hope. She descended into despair, into Machia Veil! It was all coming back to him. A hurricane split us apart. With our vibrations lowered, we lost our capacity to move and change forms. We lost it all. We couldnt find each other, and Star fell.
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Paired with losing Lauryn; he fell to his knees, lying on the grass in a foetus position. Unable to breathe, his eyes wide in agony. He dragged himself towards a tree and leaned his back on the tree trunk.
Upon awakening the next morning, the emptiness returned. Nate got up and walked fast. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, pushing him to run faster than ever before. Through a flat expanse of pasture. Down a lush valley, the sun glinting off the river that meandered through it. Up the hill, the sun was setting in the distance. He traipsed forward, his exhaustion growing until he stopped, and the trees were no longer visible. He hoped to find refuge beneath a tree, like the night before. As he ran, the terrain transformed to an arid desert. A vast expanse of sandy dunes stretched out before him without a single tree in sight.
It shook him.
He stopped running. There was trouble ahead. The landscape stretched for miles, an endless desert of sand and rock, with no rivers or trees to break it up and no vegetation. He ran towards a dune, hoping for something different on the other side.
He was hungry and thirsty. An hour passed, and Nate started singing at the top of his voice.
He weaved the song into a skip.
Soon his eyes fell heavy with fatigue.
He rested.
By mid-afternoon the next day, a strange hush filled the air and in its stead voices in his head grew louder.
What was happening to him? There was an inner voice that was louder than ever. It was a childs voice.
This young inner monologue intrigued him. It began with I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest.
Then the child spoke up again. I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest.
Then again. I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest.
And again. I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest. Yup.
Stop!
I got it! Yes, thats what I want!
I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest.
I must leave this place. I am going to find a forest.
Stop!
I left Kenya alone.
I left Kenya alone. What is she doing now? I wonder.
Stop!
Nate covered his ears, wishing for his inner monologue to go away.
His throat was dry. His inner voice continued when a glimmer sparkled in the distance.
Could it be? He narrowed his gaze to be certain. Water!
He ran towards a shimmering lake, surrounded by tall, swaying palm trees.
But when he arrived, the land was dry. The lake was nowhere to be seen.
Another lake came into view to his right, and he dragged himself towards it. But again, it vanished.
He dropped to his knees. Trembling with his endless stream of thoughts. He covered his ears and fell to the ground, hiding from the blinding, searing heat of the sun. He lay there. The grains of sand beneath him. Facing the sun, he closed his eyes and felt the heat seeping into his skin.
I am dying.
Chapter 45: In Tandem, in the Fringe
The Quotidian Timeline
Afternoon, September 4th C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
Finch Kinshot reached the depths of the forests surrounding Bellaton. There, he found a safe haven, but his knees gave way. He dreaded being found by the hospital staff. He wilted under a tree, blinking back tears of desperation.
The familiar rolling hills were a comfort to him. Thankful for his life of privilege and the love of his family. Beloved mother. He imagined eating Mrs Pratts orange marmalade again and her scrumptious scrambled eggs and salmon. The silver cutlery, cool to the touch, clinked against the plate. His fresh soft India cotton sheets; the warmth, perfect temperature; the high oxygen in the manor; the family gatherings, even if they often ended in arguments. He never gave a second thought to the things he had. The simplicity of it all was staggering. All he wanted now was his parents love, protection, water, and bread.
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He raised his gaze, then his eyelids closed.
Chapter 46: My Son
The Quotidian Timeline
The morning after, September 5th C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
Miles Kinslow headed downstairs to the kitchen. His mother was nursing a hangover. She dismissed the MI5 report about Nate on the kitchen table again.
It was odd that she never read the reports. She had been so different since the coma.
He joined his father and Wade Pearce in the lounge. She also ignored their daily meetings, but today she surprised him as she walked in holding a cup of tea.
We believe his name is Finch, said Wade, pointing at a document.
Who are you talking about? asked Aria.
We didnt want to worry you. After all, hes just a teen, said Emin.
A teen called Finch?
He has been stalking the grounds. Wont leave. He is delirious. Says hes your son. But- Emin raised his hands. - Its all under control.
Aria dropped her cup of tea.
Mum! What the -
Aria! Emin stood up.
She rushed outside. Miles ran after her, followed by Alberta and Sani.
Wait Aria, wait! said Sani.
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She headed to the stables.
Mum! Where are you going? asked Miles.
In the stables, his mother took the first saddled horse she found.
Er, Aria, that horse is for Jade! called out the stable hand, waving his arms.
There was no time to saddle fresh horses. Miles and the security team headed towards Ajay and the helicopter. They rose into the skies. Aria galloped in one direction, then changed direction.
Her erratic behaviour continued for twenty minutes until she abruptly stopped and dismounted.
She ran towards someone. The person was unconscious, whoever he was.
The security cam showed tears streaming down her face as she signalled for the helicopter to land.
***
They airlifted the stranger to Bellaton. Alberta called an ambulance. They carried him through the hallways and into Nates bedroom, as per her instructions.
Mum. The guest room? said Miles, signalling down the corridor.
Everyone stared at Aria.
This is why Nate disappeared, she said, with tears welling in her eyes. This is my son Finch.
Miles stood motionless, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation.
I am not from here, she kept saying, cradling the unconscious stranger.
Its okay Aria, help will come soon, said Sani, patting her back.
You dont believe me, do you?
We know losing Nate has been traumatic, said Sani.
You dont believe me, she said, wailing. He cant die! Promise me he wont die.
An ambulance is on the way, Ari. We promise he wont die, said Emin with his hand to his mouth.
Ten minutes later, the teen was being carried on a stretcher.
I wont leave him alone! cried Aria.
Hes with experts, assured Emin.
Miles and his father followed her into the ambulance. He gawked at his transformed mother.
I know its hard to believe, but this is my son, said Aria.
Emin averted his gaze.
Mum, youre not making any sense, said Miles, holding his hand out to her.
I can explain. I promise. Please, lets look after him, she said with eyes full of tears.
How old is he? asked Emin, growing dark.
Sixteen, said Aria.
Thats impossible! said Emin, gazing at Miles.
His oxygen is low, said the paramedic as they lowered Finchs stretcher from the back of the ambulance.
They rushed to the wide lift. The harsh fluorescent lights blinded Miles as they made their way to the second floor, and they placed the strange teen on life support.
His mother was crying and holding the boys hand. Please save him! Save him!
Chapter 47: The Only Way is Through
Veil One Timeline
September 6th C The Grace Fields
Nate closed his eyes, and thats when he surrendered. Please help. Help me, he said, staring into the distance with a glazed stare.
Dark horizontal stripes formed above the sand.
He squinted. What now? His mouth was dry and full of sores. What now?
The dark stripes blended into one another, shifting and morphing, creating shapes that flickered in and out of sight. Whatever it was, it was walking towards him. But Nate closed his eyes. He had no energy. A minute later, he opened his eyes again. The figure had taken form.
Its human!
Nate sat up and brushed his eyes.
He focused.
There was something behind the figure.
Nates eyes widened.
He attempted to stand.
As the figure approached, Nate perceived it as another hallucination. A haze was sliding over the landscape. Behind the figure, the haze dissipated, and a forest came into view. Nate glanced left and right as the forest enveloped them. Majestic trees rose from the earth and swayed against the sky. The sun-dappled leaves flickered in the sun. Moss climbed up its trunks and there were berry bushes and a stream!
Nate ran to quench his thirst from the flow of fresh water, and stood again, wiping the droplets off his lips as he gazed in awe. The figure approached. He recognised him. LitSPear! Or rather, one fragment of LitSpear as a magnificent native American Indian. Of course, a RayCrest! He walked as in slow motion towards him, his long hair raised by gusts of wind. He wore native American handmade clothing with intricate embroidery of black and white lines around the edges standing out against the fabric. A silver pendant with an aquamarine stone hung from his right ear, while his expression showed a deep wisdom. The sheer power that radiated from him captivated Nate.
They came face to face.
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My name is Ethriel, he said with a deep voice that shook Nate to his core.
I am N-nate, he said.
Ethriel glanced at him with a subtle smile. He was reading him. Nate was so overwhelmed that tears welled in his eyes. Youre a LitSpear! said Nate.
Ethriel smiled and nodded. Nate followed him along an uneven ravine to a clearing in the forest. Ethriel lifted his hands in the air like an orchestra conductor. The gentle, sweeping motions of his body made Nate still, not wishing to interrupt the surreal moment. It was martial arts, but Ethriel was on another level. Was it even Kung Fu?
Tribal singing echoed through the air.
Ethriel opened his arms, and the landscape shifted into a foggy expanse. The ground transformed into a pool of water.
Were walking on water! Were walking on water?
A towering wave rose high above him. He braced himself, afraid it would pound him.
It was a vast mirror that reflected his anxieties. It played different scenes from Nates life. Some were good memories. Except it stopped in a scene of a beach bar, just as Nate went to pick up a tequila cocktail from the bar.
No! came from the pit of Nates soul.
No! he said, glaring at the RayCrest. How could you! I refuse!
Nate tried to run, but that created more ripples in the water, and so more mirrors. Now he had ten mirrors everywhere. As he tried to walk away, an increasing number of mirrors manifested until Nate stood still.
What you resist persists, said Ethriel.
Kenya shared the secret of this place with me. She said she ran away. Why cant I run away?
This field is unique to you.
Why? Nates eyes shot wide.
Nates eyes adjusted after another screen of fog revealed a scene of a ritual. The scene that brought him to Machia?
You have a purpose. Like all human beings, said Ethriel. Yours was never to cross to Machia Veil. This event, your forced entry, caused an imbalance. Your forced entry has compromised your purpose and, with it, all of consciousness. We must raise your vibration and rebalance the quadrant. Youre the tipping point.
What tipping point? Of what? Nate scrambled to understand.
The cause of the imbalance.
But why?
Its been fifty years of exchanges, said Ethriel. Your forced entry caused instability, as with your mother.
About my mother, said Nate. Cant you just work your magic and get us through?
How do hot-air balloons fly? Ethriel asked.
Er, hot-air balloon? What?
What do they carry?
Sandbags?
And how does it fly?
By shedding the sandbags? he said, shrugging.
Raising your vibration allowed you to see me. The same occurs when crossing. You must shed the fear-based conditioning to raise your vibration. Just like a balloon needs to shed its sandbags to soar into the sky.
Nate stared at Ethriel. Then at the mirrors. What happens if I fail?
Consciousness becomes extinct. A return to a primitive state.
So, youre saying I am the tipping point because Archs took it too far by forcing my entry to Machia?
They did.
Nate glanced at the mirrors.
Are you also saying it doomed us to something worse than Machia?
I am.
Nate breathed in. Help me get through this.
Chapter 48: King Arthur
Machia Veil Timeline
September 6th C Loch Lorian, Scottishland
Ellis Warnock spent hours engaging in intense discussions with Darcy and the code-breaking team from the Solstice Bridge Unit. Every day, they experimented with various configurations of the SBU code. Despite her confidence in their efforts, they were disappointed time and time again.
On that morning, however, a loud shout echoed from the wreckage of the boat. They ran to the boat.
These lines here. We thought they were just decoration. But they have significance, said Bern, the head decoder.
Just a rusty placard, said Darcy.
Best to try it to see what we mean, said Bern.
To north and south, read Darcy.
To east and west reversed.
By my honour hear my v-
Verse. Says verse, said an aide.
By my honour, hear my verse,
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That I may serve in heart and soul,
With reverence and flow.
As for King Arthurs code.
My Lady of Grace, my heart embrace.
And again. Try it again, said Bern.
Let me try, said Ellis.
To north and south
to east and west reversed.
By my honour, hear my verse,
That I may serve in heart and soul, Ellis coughed.
With reverence and flow.
As for King Arthurs code who is King Arthur? she asked, and they all shrugged. My Lady of Grace, my heart embrace.
Nothing happened.
Wait, wait, now say it again, but with significance!
Ellis tried again.
To north and south
to east and west reversed.
By my honour, hear my verse,
That I may serve in heart and soul, she said.
With reverence and flow.
As for King Arthurs code.
My Lady of Grace, my heart embrace.
The boat lit up.
The senior Archs gasped.
Okay, said Darcy. Were onto something. Call Kit.
***
The SBU returned to the text on the rusty placard.
Its impossible to get more than a few seconds of light, said one of the Archs.
Call everyone to the boat. We will concentrate our efforts here, said Kit. We will combine this with the solstice code.
But that only works during a solstice! said an aide.
Ah-ah-ah ye of little faith, we try both, beginning now! said Kit.
***
Another failed attempt. Darn! We are overlooking something. But continue. Lets try different combinations, said Darcy as he headed to the offices.
Working around the clock, hundreds of Archs collaborated to crack the code of the Loch Lorian.
Kit Mannon observed the progress from his office.
Darcy entered. Ellis was in a meeting with ten decoders. The clamour of their chatter filled the room as they examined the videos gathered for the mission. They jotted down notes and discussed new Aurial Code combinations.
Any updates? asked Darcy.
Not yet, said Ellis.
Chapter 49: Formations
Between timelines
Cairis legion of RayCrests continued their guard at the Loch Lorian some frequencies away.
Cairis, the androgynous RayCrest Nate and Kenya saw in the Remembrance building. She was an Arcuan. Part of Nates Arcuan family, and Ethriels LitSpear sister. An ancient soul that advanced in consciousness. Honing her skills, until she became a powerful unifier of people in Quotidian. Her consciousness advanced into the Veil of Inspiration and became a senior RayCrest herself, just like her brother Ethriel. Now she led the first legion into the Loch Lorian battle.
***
Every time Ellis and Darcy quoted the Lady of the Lochs Oran Sacramenta of Fealty, Cairis and her legion transformed into their ethereal bodies. Arms circling the air. A tai chi like ballet made up of Aurial codes forming beats of movements and Templar fealty codes that were older than time itself. Cairis held her hands together, as if embracing King Arthurs blade, and then drove it into the ground. This was an oath of fealty to the powers that be. They relied on this precious Aurial code to access the mysteries of the universe, a necessary step before transforming the fabric of reality.
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The Archs attempted to cross the portal multiple times and were almost successful, yet the consistent ritual prohibited them from going beyond that point. The Lady of the Loch emanated a bright light that soon dulled and faded away.
***
Cairis and her legion of RayCrests had no time to rest. They broke the Archs attempts at a steady pace. The Arcuan lights flickered around them. So small they resembled chaotic spots of light. Red clouds gathered at the gate.
The Arcuans, said a RayCrest. They are mere fireflies. We need reinforcements.
Cairis agreed, and a RayCrest departed towards the City of Grace.
They observed Ellis and the SBU team as they combined the solstice codes with chanting the Oran on the boat, and it lit up for much longer than expected. But it still dimmed after a few seconds.
Chapter 50: The Grace Fields
Veil One
Nates reflection multiplied in the mirrors, as though asking for parts of himself he was not ready to forfeit.
He went on strike, with his feet planted on the ground for hours. But struck by hunger and thirst, it forced him to glance in the mirror. The mirror showed an incident when he was five years old, and he let go of his mothers hand. Overjoyed, he ran through a Sri Lankan market.
Intrusive photographers cornered him, blocking his path.
Mum arrived soon after, her grip on his hand so tight that it made his fingers ache. She scooped him up and shielded them both with her shopping bag. Forcing their way across the men.
Aria! Aria! Just one photo! One! they said, following them to their car. Tears ran down Nates face. She tried to console him, but to no avail.
When they got in the car, Mum was cross. Next time, do what mummy says!
Ethriel reappeared, a gust of wind shifted the surrounding fog.
Why am I seeing this? Its upsetting! he said, doubling down. The adult men behaved in a vicious way.
What do you see?
I see a na?ve five-year-old wanting to explore only to be hounded by big people! he buried his head in his hands. Its too much. Why am I seeing this?
The only way is through, said Ethriel.
If I hadnt run away, those awful men would not have cornered us.
Where does it hurt?
Nate hesitated. Was there a feeling somewhere in his body? I dont want this, he said, giving up.
Resisting will not get you through.
Nate focused on his body. Maybe a little nervous line of pain on my arm?
Try again. Its either in your chest or in your stomach.
In and out, Nate breathed to calm his nerves.
A slither of pain struck him. It was coming from his gut.
Good, said Ethriel. Allow this pain to move through you.
How does one do that? asked Nate.
You invite it in.
I- I invite it in? Nate shook his head. Its already there.
Ethriel was silent.
Nate tried to concentrate on the spot of pain in his tummy. Okay, no harm in trying. I welcome it in. He repeated. The pain magnified. Wait. I dont like this!
Ethriel closed his eyes to meditate.
The pain became excruciating, and then it disappeared the same way it came.
Nate gasped. Its gone! his eyes widened. Its gone! he said, getting up to dance.
He stopped. Why are there no mirrors appearing? I was moving!
Ethriel opened his eyes. Because youre not resisting, he said, smiling.
***
Nate pondered. Did Kenya have to go through this?
She did, alone.
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Alone! said Nate. Kenya alone here. He shook his head. Why?
She crossed before the tipping point. We let nature take its course, he said.
Nates heart sank as he surveyed the waves of mirrors around him. He steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and faced his next regret like a gunslinger in the wild west. I reckon the small mirrors are okay, he murmured, his palms were clammy.
Hours went by.
There was just one large mirror left. His limbs were limp and heavy. More regrets from the scene in front of him. The relentless movement of the water left him feeling drained, mirroring the constant fluctuations of his inner state. The only way is through, said Nate, repeating Ethriels wise counsel. I just, I just need a minute.
He turned away from the large ornament mirror and another small mirror appeared.
Okay! Okay! he faced the large mirror and breathed in and out.
The mirror wave reflected a scene of Nate and Lauryn singing in the open jeep with his cousins.
The night sky was clear.
Warm for January.
They were crossing a Savannah in Zambia. Driving in zig zags.
A white owl appeared on the road, gazing at them. They slowed the car. The owls stare sent a chill down Nates spine.
They continued to the birth of a riverbed. They jumped on a raft and took off down the Zambezi River.
Heading into their fifth rapid. They lifted their paddles, ready to ride the crest. They dropped a couple of paddles on each others heads.
Hey clumsy! Check your frigging paddle! shouted his cousin Syd.
As they approached the rapid, the water made a concave shape in front of them that threatened to swallow the raft in its entirety. The rush of water rose on the sides, crashing into the raft. It thundered in Nates ears.
Their laughter echoed through the air, punctuated by joyous screams.
Further down the river, a group of men appeared with flashlights.
Oh crap, are those paps? asked Nate.
Too dangerous! Get out of the water now! the men shouted.
Weve done this before, many times. Nates friend Benj replied, slurring and being dismissive.
Get out of the water!
Theyre right, Nut, said Lauryn, glancing at Nate.
Took us forever to lose my bodyguards, he slurred. We made it this far!
Nate stopped. Averting his gaze from the mirror. What is wrong with you all? His voice was raspy. What is wrong with this place?
An overwhelming impulse to run rushed through him, but he restrained himself, aware that it would only add to the growing list of regrets. His arm slammed against the hard ground. He scanned his surroundings. No mirrors appeared.
Ethriel moved into an Aurial code and a mass of memory foam materialised. Nate rose to his feet and unleashed a satisfying kick on the foam. Then again. And again. He cursed. His profanity echoing in the open space. He punched the foam until, crying and exhausted, he slid onto the ground and lay there, hugging the foam and weeping.
***
Nates eyes were puffy and red from the tears.
The mirror flickered back to life, transporting him back into the scene.
Get out of the water! they insisted.
The raft careened down another rapid.
Okay! shouted Syd, laughing. Paddles down and hard left! Ride fast
They rode the crest paddles up for the first part and then, as per Syds instructions, they paddled hard in the hope the raft would stay upright. Nate revelled in natures might. Zero control over the water was a stark contrast to the power and comfort Nate had in Bellaton. He loved the adrenaline rush.
Until that day.
Nothing prepared him for what came next.
***
They left behind rapid number seven as the river roared louder and louder. Distanced from the alerting men.
Laure, hold my hand, he shouted over the crashing waves.
Nate averted his gaze. But he also knew avoiding it made it last longer.
He kicked the foam. Punched.
Facing the mirror again, Nate held Lauryns hand under a shower of heavy mist. Benj, Laine, and Syd gazed ahead at the rapid, their laughter echoing across the water, while Syd captured their adventure on his waterproof camera.
Again, they underwent another rapid, when, this time, it flipped! They clung to the rope, their knuckles turning white as the powerful water pulled them down. As they ascended, they gasped for air.
Where are the others? shouted Nate.
Nate, help me! shouted Lauryn.
He reached out to her. The fierce current tugged at their bodies. He went pale.
Please, dont let me go! Lauryns expression twisted in terror.
But the raft collided with a rock.
As Nate scanned the turbulent water for Lauryn, his piercing cry echoed across the gorge.
Nate fell to his knees in defeat. I killed her, he said with eyes crimson. Im sorry! Im sorry!
***
Caught in a tempest of water.
Where are you? Lauryn!
The water roared. He wanted to rip through the river and save her, but the raging water blinded him and pelted his body. Ten minutes later, the clamour of helicopters filled the sky, and they threw a safety net into the water, allowing the teens to be rescued.
After two hours, they found Lauryns body. The teens scrambled to understand as they carried her lifeless body onto the shore.
I neglected her. Everyone. I was arrogant, feeling all-powerful, he wept as the scenes of Lauryns funeral replayed in front of them. I was responsible. For all of it!
Nate was on the ground in a foetus position when a delicate butterfly fluttered around them. The haze lifted. Her small body looped in the air, her large, ornamented wings shimmering in the sun. As Nate beheld her, a wave of calm washed over him. The butterfly rested on Ethriels outstretched palm. Entranced, they stared at the butterfly, and the mirror scene transformed.
The gateway is open, said Ethriel.
Which way? Nate asked, his heart still heavy.
The only way.
Gazing at the imposing mirror, Nate whispered, The only way is through.
Chapter 51: Mum
Quotidian Timeline
Morning of September 7th C St Thomas Hospital, Westminster Bridge Road, London
Miles Kinslow was fidgeting in the waiting room. His father sat next to him. A specialist, Dr Owen, arrived. They stood up. She had grey hair tied back, revealing the lines of her face. Miles and Emin led her down the sterile hallways to the hospital room where his mother kept vigil over the stranger.
Hello, Mrs Kinslow, Im Dr Owen, she said, extending her hand. Is it okay to have a chat?
Sure, she said, returning her gaze to the unconscious teen.
With a clipboard and pen in hand, the psychiatrist began the session.
For days, his mother had doted on the strange teenager. Often crying, holding her arm over him, burying her face in his side of the hospital bed. Miles and his father were at a loss.
Thank you. Ill take it from here. She turned to Miles and Emin.
Sure, said Miles, backtracking. His fathers phone rang, and he left the room. Miles wanted to listen to every word and stayed within earshot, but hidden from view.
Your family has sent me to talk this through, to make you feel better, Dr Owen said. Where did you meet Finch?
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They are not my family, said his mother.
You mean Emin and Miles? Dr Owen asked.
Yes.
Then who is?
She went silent. I have already explained. I come from another timeline; a dimension called Machia Veil. In that dimension, Finch is my son, and he is the reason Nate Kinslow disappeared. His jump to Quotidian caused Nate to fall to Machia.
Quotidian? asked Dr Owen.
Your timeline.
I see. Tell me more about Machia Veil.
Its home, she said. We also have a Bellaton Estate. It has different colours. People have different behaviours.
How so? Dr Owen scribbled notes on her clipboard.
Aria recalled her life in Machia Veil.
Miles witnessed her cry, laugh, and sing to the stranger.
Thank you, said Aria. I do feel better.
How did you come to Quotidian? asked Dr Owen.
Through the Solstice Bridge in Club 7, she said, matter of fact.
Dr Owen thanked his mother for the talk and left.
Miles had his hand to his mouth. His mother had lost her mind! He stayed sitting there in shock.
Minutes later, a nurse came into the room.
Whats this? asked Aria.
It will make you feel better, said the nurse.
I dont need medication, thank you.
We need you to take this Aria, she insisted.
Leave me at peace.
The nurse left.
Miles got up to join his father in the waiting room. Emin put his arm around him.
Its going to be okay, he said.
After thirty minutes, the nurse returned. This time, two tall men accompanied her.
Miles and Emin followed them into the room.
What is going on? asked his mother, standing up.
The men lifted her. Then lowered her onto the ground. The nurse then pressed an injection into her back.
This is against my will! she boomed.
Shortly after, sedated, his mother lost consciousness.
Chapter 52: Alpha Meditations
Veil One
The Grace Fields
Nate crossed the large, imposing mirror. Stepping onto the main concourse of the City of Grace.
Wait! Im still here? he staggered. I ran for days!
Reaching higher vibrations is what counts, said Ethriel.
I dont understand.
Getting through One is not a destination. Its a vibration.
Ah. Nate pretended to understand. Still. What a waste of time!
Nothing is a waste of time. It led to your surrender. So, it was good.
They continued their walk.
Thoughts of Kenya returned, making his heart skip a beat. He concentrated on the pain. Putting his hand to his chest. Letting the pain expand. It moved through him, bringing lightness and steadiness.
Ethriel smiled.
The city colours were soft white and beige. There were celestial choirs in the distance. The smells of wild lilies in the fields. Everyone had peaceful stares and a loving disposition.
Im afraid of facing Kenya, said Nate, searching for her.
With the sun setting, the mosaic windows of a building intrigued Nate. It illuminated the beige and white shapes with lights resembling dancing clouds. Then, sure enough, it dissipated into wisps of light.
There were a variety of entities. Energy-like entities. Sometimes they materialised into human form, at other times they were circles of light descending on the city or taking off. Many had their figures from their last human life, like Cairis and Ethriel.
The lights are Arcuans? asked Nate.
Ethriel nodded.
I am an Arcuan!
My Mum. Will she have to cross the Grace Fields?
No, said Ethriel.
How so?
Your bond. Amplifying your vibration raises your mothers.
Nate gazed at Ethriel and squinched.
You have raised your mothers vibration because of your bond. Spiritual chemistry.
I think I understand, he said. Is she joining us here?
No. But she must cross with you, so we will return to Machia.
Er, wasnt expecting that! said Nate, going pale.
Ill be with you.
Will there be other fields?
A training ground, yes. You will learn our ways to get into Bellatorn.
Bellatorn. He swallowed. And you will go in with me?
I will.
Nate clenched his jaw. A return to Machia made him shudder. But he had to help mum. Its the only way. He took a long, steadying breath.
They approached the Arcuan Harmonium. The incredible place of singing delegates.
On arrival, the music and choirs were striking and Nates eyes watered. The Arcuan lights shone above them.
Everyone agrees, said Nate.
Ethriel nodded. His wise eyes watching the gathering. The delegates busied themselves discussing plans with each other. The strong connection between them was awe-inspiring.
Nates gaze darted from person to person, searching for Kenya. His cheeks burned with shame for running. He ached for her embrace. Then, a familiar-looking girl gripped his attention. She wore a blue cascade of fabric. He stood still, but when she turned, it wasnt Kenya, and his heart sank.
A Veil One delegate leading a group of youth arrived through the halls of the Harmonium. He wore a draped turquoise cape over dark trousers.
Alekee? asked Nate.
Everyone, well stop here, his cousin said.
His speech was fluid!
Alekee floored Nate. He could not take his eyes off his cousin.
To answer your question. Machia Veil is stre-nuous, he said, as his group made notes. The place humans fall to in the worst of times. He saddened.
Alekee struggled to pronounce some words, but overall, his pronunciation was impeccable.
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A place of compulsive behaviours, said Alee. Deep coding lines abound there. We have the power to change the lines, as do the Archaemenes.
What is that enormous light? asked a group member, pointing ahead of him.
Alekee explained how the Arcuan lights encouraged harmony in the congregation.
Nate came closer. He had his hand to his mouth. His cousin was eloquent. He was working. He was a confident guide. Nate followed his entourage.
Other guides were doing the same with groups of visitors.
Where do the visitors come from? asked Nate.
Inspiration, said Ethriel.
People from Inspiration do tourism here?
No, they are being schooled to become RayCrests.
Woah, RayCrest trainees!
Alekee glanced at Nate.
Nate ogled his cousin. He doesnt recognise me!
Youre a Kinslow only in Quotidian and Inspiration. Finch is a Kinslow here.
Nate had a million questions when the conversation came to an abrupt stop.
A red cloud covered the skies.
Everyone became still.
Follow me, said Ethriel, heading towards the exit.
Alekee took his students through a corridor.
The Archs have crossed the Loch Lorian, said Ethriel.
What! he shivered. Does that mean Ellis is here?
There is a protocol we must follow to ensure your safety, said Ethriel.
They made their way to the exit. Ethriel proceeded down a heath towards the beach. People on the beach were coming together to form intricate shapes and patterns.
Its beautiful! said Nate.
The crowd sat in silence, forming sacred geometrical shapes. Their eyes were closed, and they signalled with their hands.
What are they doing? asked Nate.
Alpha meditations to raise the vibration of One until the red clouds dissipate.
Nate averted his gaze to the clouded skies. The red hues filled him with dread. He shuddered; grateful he was with Ethriel.
They joined the outer edge of a group that sat in the shape of a hexagon. Next to them, groups formed other shapes. Nate followed what Ethriel did. It was hard to follow his graceful sign language.
The possibility of Archs catching up to him in One made him shiver.
The woman next to him leaned over. We are signing the first letter of different alphabets, she said. For example, this is A in Chinese, now A in Latin, A in Greek, and so on.
Why? asked Nate.
We are recoding red Omega codes coming from the Loch Lorian. The opposite of Omega is Alpha.
Omega is the end and Alpha the beginning, said Nate.
Yes. At the end, there is always a beginning. This is what we are coding now, she said.
Nate worked hard to replicate the graceful sign language.
Is it black magic? asked Nate.
Its related, but its the opposite. White magic, she said.
White magic! said Nate.
We have to, with Machia Veil.
Ethriel was deep in the coding, and Nate gawked at his mentor.
Arcuan lights flew over them. They enlarged only to break up into the size of fireflies.
The power of the group was working.
The skies cleared. They restored order.
Ethriel came back from his deep trance. He stood up and Nate scuttled behind him.
They walked towards a group of dancers.
Why are they dancing? asked Nate.
They are not dancing. They are coding. Securing the new start. The new Alpha.
Above them, two floating RayCrests circled the skies in figure of eights. Others like Ying and Yang. Below them, two other RayCrests did acrobatic hoops in perfect synchronicity.
They advanced towards the acrobatic RayCrests south of the gathering. Nate held his breath.
The RayCrests created a passageway for Nate and Ethriel.
But upon crossing, an impressive RayCrest was waiting for them.
Ethriel, we will take it from here. The Aurial summons you, said the RayCrest.
Ethriel stopped, bowed his head, and nodded.
What? Where are we going? asked Nate. More Archs are arriving! shouted Nate over the mayhem.
Someone shouted, Too many of them! They are fragmenting the groups. Dividing to conquer.
See! Stop Ethriel, stop! said Nate.
Spread the word. We reassemble and create group coding at all costs! directed another.
Nate. Youre safe. Trust, said Ethriel.
***
They arrived at a place that resembled an airport terminal but unlike any terminal Nate had ever seen.
This is called the Gran Cane sector, said Alekee, leading his group of initiates as he came closer to them. Today the Gran Cane sector is a busy international airport, as you can see. Otherworldly beings are arriving to help us. They are the ones condensing their light, awaiting the most magnificent presence, that of the Aurial Plenum, said Alekee. Hands up! Who has seen the Aurial before? No hands went up. Ah, well!
Nate averted his gaze towards celestial attendants welcoming arrivals and leading them to their sectors.
The Aurial Plenum works in mysterious ways, explained Alekee. To the sentient Arcuans, the Aurial are a cathedral blaze of inspiration, as they were to so many island universes in the past.
Two RayCrests landed as a luminous ball of light that formed into their earthly figures.
RayCrests often take the shape of figures to make it easier to see and direct their numbers. They choose their earthly figures based on their last human form, said Alekee.
Nate, and two initiates who introduced themselves as Astrea and Jessamyn, gawked at the arrivals.
Anyway, onwards, everyone! said Alekee, directing his initiates to join the circle that was forming in the Gran Cane.
***
Alekees voice filled with excitement. Its a very rare sighting. A celestial celebration given to the very few.
A stillness came over the congregation. All eyes focused on the sky. A bright star caught Nates attention with its flickering light. Gradually, it expanded in size, becoming more and more prominent.
Nate copied Ethriel as he bowed in the most profound humility at the Aurials magnificent radiance. The RayCrests created an energy field that catalysed them. The ethereal rays of light settled into a cohesive circle. It was a wise council of elders! All ages. From elders to babies!
A luminous human formed at the centre of the Aurial Plenum.
The ancient Mireial! said Alekee.
Mireials eyes formed into shapes. Mireial had his mothers true likeness! Nate pushed forward from the standing congregation and stared up. Mireial observed Nate, and she hypnotised him with her magnetic and blissful expression.
Mum? he asked, as his jaw dropped.
The sacred mother, whispered Ethriel.
There was this graceful simplicity to all of them. There was eternity in their gaze. Their beautiful harmonics and the blinding light that lit up the Gran Cane in its entirety.
There were rising waves of angel choirs.
Nate questioned if the celestial choirs were within or outside of him.
Alekee continued his explanation like a professional air host. The Aurial are a magnificent interstellar cluster. Composed of eleven infinite Veil energies in harmony with newly born energetic fields that radiate wisdom beyond measure. Ancient Mireial leads them.
Alekees group were so captivated, they only half-listened to his words.
Then, the Aurial began their transmission. Not with language, but with energy harmonics that made Nate shiver in awe. Beams of colour travelled the space like waves through crystal clear waters.
A sudden discordant note cut through the otherwise peaceful gathering.
Alekee went silent in response to his students focus on him.
Next, thousands of RayCrests formed legions flying south. They waited for Aleekees explanation. He was speechless.
We have been m-moved to pro-tect the Loch-lor-ean por-tal, he said. The Arch- the Ar-chae-menes are suc-cessfully breaking in. We have help from Ins-pira-tion figh-ters and Arc-uans.
What does this mean? they asked, alarmed, as there was so much movement around them.
Downcast, Alekee said, we all fight.
Chapter 53: The Frontline
Veil One
Loch Lorian border
Upon crossing, the dark skies and screeching noises struck Nate.
Try to copy what I do as you did in the Alpha Meditations, said Ethriel.
Where are we? asked Nate, his shakes coming back.
At the frontline.
Im going to die!
Not if you stay close to me, said Ethriel.
More youth poured into the field, including Alekee, who busied himself directing his group to tents being set up along the hills edge.
Machians have experimented with timeline travel for decades, shouted one of the RayCrest warriors. Now, we must restore order to this imbalance.
Without consciousness, civilisation returns to a primitive state, added another RayCrest.
What happens with no rebalance? initiates asked.
A challenging existence. If the domino effect occurred, it would reach all Four Parallels and beyond. The transition would be all-encompassing. We are, therefore, striving to spark a renaissance now before civilisation undergoes a significant shift.
An apocalypse? asked Nate.
The RayCrest stopped to read him. We prefer to call it a rebalancing. Come. Place yourselves along this line, she said, lighting up the ground.
Lets work towards that, said Ethriel, leading Nate towards another group.
Were they on a different planet? He had witnessed nothing like it.
They assigned every twenty students a RayCrest, who stood out amongst the crowd in their draped capes and cascading robes.
They continued further into the battle.
The first instructions came.
Aurial codes- said a RayCrest. - is information that the Aurial Plenum bestows on RayCrests. It is a way we harmonise with nature to change the fabric of reality.
The ancient choreography must be effortless. Thus, copy us and try to be as smooth as you can, said another RayCrest.
One approached Nate. He had long, red hair.
Keep your feet grounded, he said.
The moves were harder than Nate expected.
Closer into the battle, they extended their legs in a yoga warrior stance, feeling the strength and stability in his body.
Keep going. Well done! they said.
The sight of the Archs fuelled Nate to tackle the codes with all his might.
Close by Archs shouted, defeat the RayCrests! Leave no stone unturned.
Over time, the Archs warped our stolen Aurial codes, shouted Ethriel over the mayhem. Theirs is a distorted version of the RayCrests moves.
Nate gawked wide eyed as he witnessed Archs hunching and twisting where RayCrests swirled and spread their arms. The Archs threatening choreography sucked the white energy, transforming it into coal dust.
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No mercy! Archs shouted.
***
A RayCrest suspended above Nate explained. The first Aurial code we need to repeat is the Oran Sacramenta of Fealty. Every code starts with the Oran.
Why? asked an initiate.
Its our oath of loyalty to the Aurial Plenum and the powers that be, she shouted. Without that oath, we cant change the fabric of reality.
You mean we ask permission? asked Nate.
Permission is readily granted. Its more a pledge of allegiance to the Aurial, and all they represent, she said, grounding herself. The Oran for battle is this.
The RayCrest held her hands together, as if holding a sword, and then drove it into the ground.
Every Aurial code begins with the Oran. Lets try it together.
They copied her moves.
Its the intention that counts. Your humility and strength, shouted another RayCrest as they all cowered. Coal dust was falling everywhere.
Ethriel transformed the coal dust into diamonds by applying Aurial Codes of extreme pressure. A cacophony of screams filled the air as diamond dust caught up to the Archs.
Nate followed the moves of other RayCrests but nothing was happening and he broke into a sweat.
Stay close to me! shouted Ethriel.
RayCrests dived between the students, coding inspiring combinations of martial art moves. But it was also a dance.
Coal dust swarmed them again.
The Oran, the RayCrests called out as Nate focused on driving a sword into the ground.
Intention! they shouted.
What? asked Nate.
Intention, without it, the Oran doesnt work, said Ethriel.
Gathering of information next, right? asked Nate, focusing on the move.
Yes. Then, we pick up the information, he said. The Artinian. Now, we have the information. We are ready for the Gantemer. A redirecting code related to crowds. Here, we will use it for the coal dust.
Ethriel moved in grounded strokes. Then he swirled. The sizeable coal dust changed direction.
He floored Nate. How am I ever
Now we transform it into diamonds. The high vibrations will unsettle the Archs, said Ethriel, as Nate followed his movements.
First, sense with your intuition. There is information here, said Ethriel.
Nate stood in the middle of the throng, surrounded by strange faces and loud noises. He copied Ethriels earlier arm movements. First the Oran. He simulated driving the sword to the ground. He focused, attempting to absorb the information. Flushing, he hung his head in shame. I dont get this! But he kept his thoughts to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.
Again, said Ethriel.
Nate closed his eyes, trying to pick up on the subtle vibrations of his intuition. The air was heavy with an unknown presence. Chaos was all around him. Closing his eyes, a stream of information flooded his mind. He moved in grounded strokes.
The coal dust stopped. He swirled, and the dust changed directions.
Good! That was the Gantemer, said Ethriel.
The Gantemer! Nate said wide eyed as he practised the new moves. Can I also transform it? he asked.
Just focus on shifting it away, said Ethriel.
Nate repeated the action.
Try the Waterli shield Aurial code, said a new RayCrest as he moved his arms up in sweeping motion, creating a wide arc above his head, before spreading his arms out wide.
A white shield manifested around him.
The group whooped.
Nate began with the Oran. Then he stood listening. Again, there was nothing. But as his senses sharpened, he recalled the flow of the forest. There was harmony. A harmony of nature, he let in. He then attempted the Waterli shield. But he failed.
Put your heart into it - its not just the steps. Again, said Ethriel.
Nate concentrated. A faint shield manifested, but it was short-lived.
I cant!
We dont say those words here, said Astrea, blinking. Thats from the timelines of limitation. Everything is possible in One, she said.
New instructions came from RayCrests. The Markan is the most commonly used code when dealing with Archs so make sure you pay careful attention.
They demonstrated the Oran, then the Artinian gathering of information. A RayCrest placed her arms parallel towards the sky. This is called the Markan, if done individually. Its the Markarian if done in a group. Far more powerful, she said, shifting right and ending the movement in an Egyptian-like pose. Then, she lowered her arms and turned anti-clockwise, reaching her arms up again. Nate followed in awe as the RayCrest spun in circles, her arms extended wide like the Sufi Whirling Dervishes, until time came to a stop.
Woah! said Nate. The coal dust had frozen in mid-flight.
This will help, said Ethriel. Focus on the sky.
Focus on the sky, said Nate, placing his arms parallel above his head and looking up. Thats the impossible bit.
Focus on the sky. Slight dervish to the right. Egyptian pose, said Ethriel.
Yes, I got the Egyptian pose and into full whirling, said Nate, but when he tried it himself, nothing happened. Argh!
Its a skill, said Ethriel.
Im going to call it the whirling skill, said Nate.
An Arch broke through into their safe range, but Ethriel and three other RayCrests intervened by creating a Markarian. They flew him back to the epicentre of the quantum battle. Nate breathed, focusing on calming his racing heart.
Chapter 54: Quantum Battle
Veil One
Loch Lorian border
Nate and his new friends, Astrea and Jessamyn, readied themselves. They were closer to the epicentre. Ahead, the skies warped and flying RayCrests came in and out of a cloud of coal dust. The Archs continued their fight in their twisted and strange versions of the codes Nate just learnt. From afar, they resembled movements designed to deceive others. But they worked!
Those are the LitSpears, said Alekee, pointing at a group of RayCrests. Nate stood there, his mouth hanging open.
The LitSpears. Arcuans? asked Nate.
Yes! How did you know? asked Alekee.
Lets just say we have a history, said Nate absent minded as he came closer to Ethriel and Cairis.
Cairis had short, dark hair and blue eyes. An athletic build and a stylish fashionista in her last human form.
Woah! You two look nothing alike! Nate said, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.
Our bodies do not define us, she said warmly. There are 250 of us LitSpears spread across the Four Parallels, hoping one day we can reunite and return home.
What is stopping you from reuniting now?
SkyRose, they said in tandem.
SkyRose? asked Nate.
We still dont know who they are or where they are, said Ethriel.
Leaving them stranded was never an option, said Cairis, her voice hinting at the weight of old wounds. We are determined to find them and bring them home.
Nate glanced at Ethriel. He was so much older than Cairis. Brother and sister? It made no sense.
Cairis rested her eyes on Nate and smiled.
Nate received the message. You have been looking after Kenya? he asked, startled.
She nodded.
Is she here? asked Nate, just as a group of Archs forced Cairis, Ethriel and three more RayCrests to create a Markarian until time stood still, and the Archs froze.
We have only minutes! Hurry, said Cairis as they moved into a new code, starting with the graceful Oran Sacramenta of Fealty in perfect synchronicity.
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Nate charged towards the frozen mist of thunder and warped waves. However, on arrival, an explosive force threw him into the air. He breathed a sigh of relief when RayCrests, watching over the initiates, rescued him.
You need to gather information before you charge in! A RayCrest shouted over the noise.
Nate tried again. He stood in stillness, absorbing every detail around him. His impatience overwhelmed him as he witnessed an Arch preparing to use a Gantemer code on an initiate. This propelled him to sprint towards him and collide with the Arch. Another Arch prepared an Aurial code when Ethriel used a Markan to freeze him.
Whew! Thank you, said Nate.
Cairis and the seasoned RayCrests took over the exhausted RayCrests in their range with an impressive acrobatic warm-up. Time resumed its flow.
Nate charged into the mist and made a pirouette backward in the air again. Landing flat on a bed of grass. A RayCrest helped him up. He was a bit shaken, but quick to focus on the battle again. He charged in again and again. But each time, he pirouetted backwards. This last time, Ethriel helped him land.
How am I going to fight if I keep getting pulled out? asked Nate.
You havent been in Veil One long enough. Your vibrations are not high enough, said Ethriel.
What can I do? he asked.
Stay strong and sense the information you can move on. Focus on the Artinian code, you need this most than most here. Dont try to be like everyone else.
There was a target ahead of him, and he focused on his intuition. What is my purpose here? To his surprise, his slow coding had an effect. It opened a safe lane of light into the mist. He walked towards it. He used a Waterli to shield himself from further bouncing to the back of the field. His confidence grew until he found his coding shifted Archs around.
Ha! he exclaimed.
He focused on doing just what was required of him, moment to moment. He helped the initiates create stronger codes together. Sometimes the energy was so great, it was like surfing giant waves. Waves that would pound him to the ground if he wasnt careful.
Information, Waterli, Gantemer, he said, as he continued to build himself a shield to thwart the Archs. At one point, red ash blinded him. He covered his eyes and walked without direction until a RayCrest flushed water on his face and he recovered his vision.
Thank you! What was that? asked Nate.
The Archs are using red coal to blind us. But we help each other. Keep going! he said.
***
Nate ran towards a group of RayCrests when he found himself in front of Ellis Warnock. His heart stopped and his eyes widened with a sudden rush of adrenaline.
Nate, darling, she said. You cant be with the aliens?
I dont think I have a choice, he said.
They have brainwashed you. Youre safer with us.
Ha! Youve got to be kidding me!
Come back to safety, she said, holding out her arm.
Nate refused.
Next, she transformed into a nightmarish move Nate recognised as an Arch version of a time-stopping Markan, but he blocked her with a Waterli shield. He used the shield to make a run for reinforcements in the back of the field. Ellis chased him. Nate ran fast through an obstacle course of Archs and RayCrests. When he reached the fields end, there was a lack of reinforcements. He gazed back in horror. Ellis and another Arch had him surrounded. Ellis moved into another code, hunching her shoulders, and circling her right leg in a disturbing imitation of the rich RayCrest dances. She twisted and writhed. Nates vibration was lowering. They were getting to him!
No way! he shouted, swirling counterclockwise. He magnified his coding, as though wild horses galloped by his side. The battle raged between them. Ellis lifted in the air, creating a downward spiral with her arms, when more Archs arrived. He stopped. Unable to move, crippled to the ground.
Chapter 55: Hellbound
Machia Veil Timeline
Loch Lorian frontline
Nates eyes darted in all directions. There had to be a way out.
Ethriel! he shouted at the top of his voice. Too many Archs surrounded him!
Ellis twisted into another Aurial code when Ethriel swooped in and carried Nate into the air. Up and up, they went, away from the thunderclaps and chaos of the Loch Lorian.
Phew! I thought youd never come! said Nate, observing Ellis and the Archs following their flight with their jaws hanging open.
We must reach your mother. We will cross through a wormhole, said Ethriel. Once landed, Ethriel focused on the surrounding information, but his chest became concave, as though he lost his ability to breathe.
Ethriel? asked Nate, alarmed.
Its Machia Veil, he said.
It was the lower vibrations of Machia that hit them. Once recovered, Ethriels moves transformed into a growing presence and power over the surrounding nature. Ethriels long black hair swirled in the air as he turned, mesmerising Nate with his graceful Aurial flow.
They reached a wide field. The grass was smooth, like a golf course. New RayCrests landed and created a spectacle of bright orange coding. They twirled and weaved lines in the air. Their eyes were soft, and they took off into balls of light that dissipated above them. Nate marched towards the orange lines. They were magnetic. He touched them, only to be greeted with a sharp stinging sensation.
He doubled over in pain. Aaargh! Make it go away! Please help me!
Ethriel approached him and as he did, the orange lines dissipated. At least around Ethriels aura.
What? How did you do that?
Most Machians cant see these lines. They run into them, causing them great pain and suffering. The RayCrests helped us by lighting them up. We call these the Pinner Lines. You must learn to navigate them here in Machia. Otherwise, your vibrations will lower, and you wont be able to activate the Aurial codes.
Nate stared ahead with half-closed eyes.
Now this!
Do what I did. Lets walk over there. Except you go alone.
Evilness impersonated. he paused. Pinner Lines, huh? Sounds like penalised. Why do they hurt so much?
In a way, they penalise, said Ethriel.
How so?
They are self-created by humans and the pain is all in your mind. They dont exist. Just like I came closer, they dissipated. You can do the same.
Yes, but youre a RayCrest. I am a mere human.
Youre more than that. Try.
Try. Okay. Nate said with slumped shoulders. He got closer to other orange lines, and he focused on believing they were false. Then, he stopped and placed his hands on his waist. Machia Veil is rife with Pinners? he asked.
Learn to navigate them. Maintain your strength to reach Bellatorn, said Ethriel.
I am not going back to Bellatorn! I cant! Clarice, I mean, Sophie said-
Sophie said what she understood then. Everything has changed now. Your mission is to return to Machia. Help your mother through the maze of Pinners and return through a new portal we have created in Bellatorn.
Where in Bellatorn? asked Nate.
East wing attic.
Woah! Right above Alekee!
The one we can trust to guard it.
Nate pondered on this. Then faced the Pinners.
Okay, okay, you dont exist. Its all in my mind. Nate kept repeating.
But they were there, orange lines criss-crossing each other. He failed to move.
Try. Ethriel insisted. His powerful voice encouraged Nate to move. But upon touching another line, he doubled over in agony.
Ethriel cast a long shadow over him. Whats causing the pain?
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I wish I knew!
Try.
Nate sharpened his attention. This is like the silent fields. He concentrated on his body. Is there fear? Yes! In my chest.
Youre worthless.
It was his harshest critic.
You dont deserve love.
It continued.
Youre a coward!
Nate winced, his eyes meeting Ethriels.
My mind is saying, he whispered in shame. My mind is saying that I am a coward. His voice trailed off.
Is it true? asked Ethriel.
Nate contemplated. I am.
How?
I ran away from Kenya.
Does that make you a coward?
Yes, yes, it does.
Always?
No, not always! A wave of relief washed over him. Only when I move into fear.
And so, said Ethriel. Are you a coward?
No, of course not, said Nate. Humans are not perfect, as we saw in the field of regrets.
Well, then.
I was - I was believing a lie.
Now, look.
The Pinner Lines receded! He strolled further, and they kept receding!
Ha! said Nate.
His fear lifted.
What is stronger than fear? asked Ethriel.
Nate gazed at his mentor with renewed respect. Skilled navigation of the mind?
This needs to be practiced. Machia Veil requires excellent navigating.
For the rest of the day, Nate honed his ability to manoeuvre his thoughts and feelings through the Pinner Lines.
His mind got the best of him, as usual. He fancied himself a samurai breaking the code of the underworld. He walked to the middle of the field and moved among the Pinner lines like a superhero, this time imagining himself a lone ranger.
***
A mist enveloped Nate, and they took flight over the scenic vistas of Scottishland and on to Engloom. Nates arms spread wide, slicing through the mist. As the fog dispersed, he appreciated the vibrant views of Londoom during their descent. Club 7 was nearby, and it sent shivers down his spine.
Wait. What? said Nate, glaring at Ethriel. Were going to crash!
Instead, they glided through the Club 7 roof. Landing in a vault Nate didnt recognise.
Archaemenes surrounded them wide eyed.
Use your codes to walk out free, said Ethriel.
Why here?
One of them approached Nate. Nate clasped his hands and shifted twice, closing his eyes, and managing a Gantemer that made them turn away from him. This gave him time to do a freeze code.
I will hold the time freeze. You go, run! said Ethriel.
But I cant! Not without you!
Whether you go or stay, they will separate us, and they will capture me too.
I cant go to Bellatorn without you!
You must! I will meet you there.
Nate walked backwards, never taking his eyes off his mentor. Ethriel began a resplendent dance combining new Aurial coding he didnt recognise.
Run! said Ethriel.
Nate focused on melting the dreaded Pinner lines. He moved through as fast as he could until he reached the front door. The members were a familiar sight. This time, frozen in their grand regalia. There were the greeting hosts, the street, the cars, all suspended in time. There was an eery silence. A haunting that made Nate shiver. Nate adopted what he learnt from the RayCrest frontline and gave himself to the moment. He hesitated in the middle of Triumphal Square. Avoiding the Pinner lines was exhausting.
He made it to Chaos Cross station. Time moved forward again. The time freeze stopped, which meant the Archs would be after him. He made a run to the tube. He had no choice but to freeze code his entrance since he didnt have a ticket. Nate jumped on the district line. The train was red, purple, and warped. He searched for any sign of an Arch.
He reached Victoria station, and an announcement made Nate jump out of his skin. Train on platform 12, Southwestern to Catswick is departing, came out of the old intercom.
Why did he leave me alone?
He sat down on the train to Surridge, breathing a sigh of relief when a powerful stench of Cuban cigar struck Nate. He winced.
I get jumpy too, said the owner of the Cuban cigar.
Nate stared at the woman sitting next to him across the walkway.
Shes so old! Like eighties? She wore three red roses at the top of her head over messy, wispy white hair. The Cuban cigar was far too big for her waif-like figure. She had long fingers and chipped purple nails. She wore red earmuffs, which seemed odd at that time of the year. Also, dark rimmed round glasses and bright red lipstick. A chainmail silver necklace over her red t-shirt with a blue spiral, trousers, and purple sneakers.
Where are you off to? she said, puffing at that awful cigar.
He was cautious. South, he said, looking out the window.
Just south! she said, cracking with laughter.
Home, said Nate.
Yeah, Im going home too.
Nate breathed a sigh of relief. She let him off the hook.
You visiting? she said, twirling towards him, though her eyes delayed.
Over her silver necklace, she had aquamarine stones.
The train doors slid to a close. The train began with a slow lurch, in fits and starts until it picked up speed.
A father passed them, hitting a boy on the head. The child was crying. To Nates horror, more Pinner lines manifested.
This place! she said, puffing on her cigar. Always so crass, extreme, and hopeless, she came to sit right next to Nate and he tensed.
Hmm, why are your clothes so different?
My clothes! he said. They are, they are- he failed to think straight.
They are different, she finished his sentence. Hmm, she averted his gaze and released another powerful stench of cigar.
Nate held his breath. When will this trip be over?
They arrived at Clapham Junction. The train brakes squeaked as the train slowed down. The old lady got up to exit. She was tiny!
He made his pleasant goodbyes, even though she joined him on the same platform. He gazed ahead for the train that would, at last, take him home.
The station was busy with commuters, a couple taking a cold drink from a vending machine. Others, like him, waiting for the next train to arrive. There were maintenance staff and train station employees.
A man on the platform stood past the red line as an oncoming train approached.
No! said Nate, wanting to help him when youth disregarding the safety signs rode a skateboard and forced him to jump to safety. A stationmaster blew the whistle. The approaching train stopped, and Nates eyes grew wide.
The old woman transformed into a red angel!
A RayCrest!
She winked at him. Never judge a book by its cover. She sent through telepathy as she coded the man into safety.
Nate breathed a sigh of relief.
Never judge a book by its cover. Wow!
His train arrived. He parted ways with the RayCrest, who was now walking next to the man.
He stepped onto the second train that would finally take him to Bellatorn. A RayCrest! He repeated to himself.
Then, gazing in the distance, his home came to mind. How he missed his family. Going to Bellatorn was going to be jarring.
Chapter 56: The Sacrifice
Veil One
Loch Lorian frontline
Steel-eyed Archs stood on one side and the united RayCrests on the other.
The ground beneath Cairiss feet trembled with each fresh strike. They were losing ground and so she crafted a wormhole code, sending Archs soaring through the universes highest vibrations. Once through, light blinded them. A place where acute fields of silence pushed them to the brink of agony, and only the strong in spirit endured.
They outnumber us! said Cairis as she struggled to continue building wormholes. A group of RayCrests arrived to help her. Cairis checked the Arcuan lights. They were small, meaning the Archs were advancing into Veil One.
The RayCrests synchronised movements resembled an elegant dance. In the east, they gathered into coding teams. Making loops in the air. Stunning acrobatic coding that bewildered the Archs. Others supported groups that had yet to be relayed.
To the west, the initiates sat in circles, repeating the Alpha codes in relaxed postures and graceful moves. They were ready to create a freeze or shield if needed. But the stronger RayCrests protected them, and they used the space to revert the Omega energy that was turning the skies red. Further ahead, a group of Inspiration Veil fighters punched and kicked Archs surprising them since Ones never used physical force. They were an army from the Veil of Inspiration that came to support Ones. Their martial art techniques paved the way to training as RayCrests in the future.
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Next to them, a LitSpear RayCrest arrived. Bracing himself for the impact. He opened his arms wide to receive the negative energy that surrounded them. He coded as though his whole body were receiving electric shocks, but the Archs overpowered and weakened him until Ethriel and Cairis did a joint code. Their coding multiplied a hundred-fold, as if a swarm of RayCrests had joined them. A code only senior RayCrests knew about. Time froze, and many stopped to observe Ethriel and Cairis. Their dance was phenomenal in a warrior like waltz. Their code waves merged, creating a unified and potent energy that revitalised the weakened RayCrest.
A hundred yards away, RayCrests, like penguins, recycled so that the warriors on the outside, took turns with warriors on the inner circle, all while dancing the RayCrest cyphers. They protected the centre of the circle and created the greatest energy shifts in the process by using Alpha coding and Markarians that froze the Archs. But Archs had also learnt to freeze and so RayCrests found themselves in unexpected disadvantages.
One is vulnerable! said Margeid, after one such freeze.
They are heading to the city! Cairis exclaimed.
There is only one solution, said Ethriel. We redirect them.
Where? asked Margeid.
Cairis and Ethriel exchanged a glance. They knew their action would hinder Nates access to Bellatorn and Aria, but it was a necessary sacrifice.
Cairis and Ethriel then lit a beacon. As the fire became greater, it alerted the senior RayCrests to move to the back of the field. There they met up with Cairis and Ethriel. Their palms pressed together, forming a circle, and in an instant, a whirlwind of energy materialised around them. They closed their eyes and focused on magnifying the intensity of the light.
The Archs stopped to watch.
A radiant glow unfolded, spanning the landscape as far as the eye could see.
Chapter 57: Vortex
Veil One
Loch Lorian frontline
Retrieve! shouted Ellis Warnock, struggling to be heard over the thunderstorm.
It was a paradox. She was feeble and yet charged with a magnetic energy that pulled her towards the giant flash of light.
What are they up to? asked Kit Mannon over the radio.
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I dare say a giant wormhole, sir? shouted Ellis.
Concentrate only on the Primul cypher. Only the Primul cypher! said Kit.
Only Primul cypher now! shouted Ellis above the chaos.
Primul cypher! Shields, now! Kit blasted over the radio.
Waves of Archs shouted the command.
More cyphers, we need more! said Darcy.
More! shouted Ellis, overcome by vertigo as her hair lifted in her arms and the back of her neck. Dizzy, she continued alerting the Archs. But Archs were being drawn to the large light.
Dont stop the cyphers! she shouted.
Thunder reverberated across the stormy sky drowning their commands.
They were too late to stop the wormhole. It vacuumed hundreds of Archs into its vortex.
Chapter 58: The Three Gates
Machia Veil Timeline
Evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Nate was back in Bellatorn keeping a low profile. He surveyed the security gates for weaknesses.
A party? he whispered. There was a stringent invitation check at the entrance.
A press junket took photographs of arriving guests dressed up to the hilt.
They will have doubled the security detail, he said to himself. Luckily, the extraction would be a matter of taking mum up to Aunt Mateas attic. Getting in was the tricky bit.
Yes, he could use the codes. But he feared a misstep would cause his mothers injury or even death. The mere thought of putting his mother in danger and being shunned by his alternate family again made him hyperventilate. The consequences of failure were too high. There was no space for failure. None.
Then there was his lack of costume. It was September 8th. His fathers birthday. He forgot the day he was in. Giant gas fire torches lit the Bellatorn entrance and private planes and helicopters were landing on their private airstrip.
He tried hard to steady his racing heart.
What a strange situation. A party crasher in his own home. Working out how to get in. It was absurd, but he had to do it.
He ventured twenty yards from the tree he was hiding behind. It was dark all around him. He then practiced the freeze code to warm up.
He was not moving his arms correctly. Concentrate! Closing his eyes with laser-like focus, he opened his arms wide. He held the information gathering and then the Oran Sacramenta of Fealty. But how was he supposed to walk and hold the freeze? Darn! He had to try both.
Again. Ethriel would say.
Focus on the sky. Slight dervish to the right. Egyptian pose and full whirling skill, and now the time has stopped. The energy rose within him. He stayed focused, and then it happened. The gate froze.
He practiced the run between the short freeze and the unfreezing in the darkness.
Best to count how long the freeze and unfreeze lasted. He tried the RayCrest code again. One Mississippi, two Mississippi. Hold 3 Mississippi. Unfreeze four Mississippi, five Mississippi, and that was it. Five second windows.
How to hide from each checkpoint? As soon as the first freeze hit, he had to rush in and leave within the five second window. That meant running in for two seconds and running out for two seconds. Hairy. But thats all he had.
He was ready to cross.
Focus on the sky. Slight dervish to the right. Egyptian pose and full whirling skill, and now the time has stopped.
He ran through the first gate, counting one Mississippi, two Mississippi; making every second count. He hid on the long-pebbled walk to the next check in. The air smelled of gas from the torches. There were signs that dotted the hedges reminding visitors not to take photos. Other guests walked past him in their 1920s costumes. He pretended to be waiting for someone. Their eyes lingered on him for a moment before they continued toward the manor with an air of expectation.
The next checkpoint was far ahead. He wished he had taken the time to notice this when his parents did events in the past.
Okay. Focus on the sky. Slight dervish to the right. Egyptian pose and full whirling skill, and now the time has stopped.
It didnt work. He was too jittery. An alarm went off in the next checkpoint and Nate froze as guards walked towards him.
Now or never!
Focus on the sky. Slight dervish to the right. Egyptian pose and full whirling skill, and now the time has stopped.
It worked!
He ran past the guards, through the second checkpoint in time to hide behind a tree. Here he stopped to observe the VIP checkpoint. It was a hundred yards from the last check. Only two security guards there. The music had grown louder, its pulsating beats mingling with the exuberant shouts of the guests.
Alberta Moon, his mothers Personal Assistant crossed the VIP gate with another guest. She was wearing a geisha inspired black and white dress.
Almost there, she said, heading to the checks Nate had just crossed. He waited for them to pass, but she stopped to admire the costumes.
My favourite part of the parties is admiring the best costumes. And the nails! Some nails are fabuloso! she said, as a woman wearing a black ballgown upside down with a short miniskirt and giant high heels and black nails strolled past them. Inspirational! said Alberta.
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Nate breathed again when she passed him.
It was useless to speak to her. No one recognised him. He did not exist in Machia Veil.
Next. The VIP section. But first, make sure Mum is there.
The party was awash with exorbitant 1920s costumes. It was like Club 7 except they froze in the Bellatorn courtyard instead of the Court Room. There were podium dancers in front of old film footage; a DJ; a magician, and servers wearing metal mesh black and white ball gown skirts holding drinks over tight white skirts. Most had 1920s hairdos, and a woman wore giant sprinkles that wowed everyone. Nate walked across the party, laughter and music filling his ears, as he searched for his mother.
He held his breath. But still no sign of her. He peered back, amazed at the various gates he had crossed.
***
Nate spotted one of the Gueye sisters in the VIP section as she took a seat. Intrigued, he hid under a tent. Each table had a miniature flying balloon holding a film crew that pretend filmed the guests. There were disposable old fashion cameras on the table. The Gueyes posed for a photograph when Laine arrived and hugged them. This struck Nate. They claimed not to know the Kinshots! Yet, here they were, rubbing shoulders with his alternate cousin! Laine moved to another table with a younger crowd.
Oh my! Is that your Persefalle? said one of them.
Yes! she smiled as they admired the elaborate film crew figurines sown on to her skirt. They opened the Champagne when Uncle Gare stopped by to greet and poke some jokes at the youngsters. It paralysed Nate, wanting to talk to him and Laine, but his heart sank, knowing they would only lock him up.
He pressed on, searching for his mother.
Just then, a magician wearing giant black roses on his cape visited the group. The guests wowed and gurgled with joy. Guests queued to have their futures read. Behind them, more old film footage being played.
Nates lack of costume was calling attention. He aimed for the manor across the crowd. Reaching one of the ground-floor windows. To his relief, the window opened, except a guest was exiting the manor. He pretended to read his phone, but he had a lucky strike. Her elaborate costume made of countless streams of film stock was stuck in the decoration. She hyperventilated, waving for valets to assist her. This distracted the security guards.
Returning to Uncle Gares window, he stumbled inside. Now he had to climb the stairs to the next floor. His heart was pounding. Busy and stressed valets and footmen populated the service stairs. He needed an alternative access point. His only option was to climb the narrow side wall. He stumbled back outside. Hiding behind a hedge, he checked the security detail in that section before climbing the side wall.
The ivy and warped structure helped him climb. He stretched, reaching the side window, and slipped into one of the guest rooms. He then searched for the door. Voices in the corridor made him wait a few minutes before venturing out. He made his way to his parents side. The floors creaked, causing him to hold his breath. He reached his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He shut the curtains. At last! Switching the lights on, he checked his walk-in closet. Donning a mask, he paired it with a suit from an unknown designer. Not quite the theme, but it would help him blend in. Nate switched off the lights in his room and then opened the curtains. In Machia Veil, fights breaking out were a regular sight. But there were also happy guests that laughed and whooped. Others splashed champagne on each other, especially the younger crowd. Those were the days!
The lights surrounding the house and courtyard dimmed. The stage lit up, blinding guests who covered their eyes.
Nates eyes widened as he spotted his glorious mother, elegantly poised on the side of the stage. Milon next to her.
A hostess came on wearing a giant black and white film roll in tulle that wrapped around her in a cloud like shape. The crowd silenced.
Cosmic cupcakes! What an evening, huh? she said as the crowd cheered. Today is a special evening, for one special sir, she said, pointing at a giant photo of his father wearing a birthday hat to more cheers from the crowd.
An orchestra played a drum roll.
Who better than Ava herself to say some words to dear Emyn?
Everyone cheered, and the orchestra played a thunderous melody that lowered when Aria stepped on the stage. It struck Nate how thin she was wearing a pearly white dress. An understatement for Machia Veil standards. Placing her champagne on the podium stand, she bowed and smirked. Everyone laughed.
Everyone knows what a wonderful man my husband is, she said.
Nates eyes watered, wishing to run and hug his mother and never to let go.
He was ready to rescue them both to Quotidian. Although thoughts of Kenya made Pinner Lines appear all around him. He stayed calm.
She spoke of his fathers work, and how he inspired people. Then she paused. Everyone held on to her every word.
We met twenty-three years ago. I was a famous teen who had trouble trusting anyone new, and he was a handsome, wonderful, extroverted young man from a close-knit family that I love and with a charming smile that took my breath away.
Many guests raised their glasses.
Nate left his alternate bedroom and headed to Aunt Mateas east wing. He wore his mask. Just as he crossed the passageway, he found Alekee watching through the window.
Alekee! said Nate, happy to be hiding behind the mask.
Alekee said hello in sign language.
Why arent you at the party? asked Nate.
Alekee used his sign language, but Nate could not understand other than when he pointed out the window.
How to get to the attic unseen?
He waved at Alekee, pretending to go down the spiral stairs in the east wing. He halted as soon as his cousins attention shifted. Then, retracing his steps, he headed to the attic. The floors creaked even though the music was loud outside. His heart was close to jumping out of his throat. Nate climbed the stairs and there it was. The dimensional border was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He dipped his hand. Then he climbed a few more steps and broke through the thin liquid film. Now, he was half in Quotidian and half in Machia Veil. The dogs were barking, and the Pinner Lines were sparse in Quotidian. He sighed with relief, how he longed to be back.
Coming back down the steps, the changes in Aunt Mateas home struck him. The east wing in Quotidian had an art gallery with high ceilings she inherited from his grandmother, the late Baroness of Moireach. Besides grandmothers beautiful oil canvases, she had stylish photographs of green cocktail and evening gowns. Instead, the Machian version was a grotesque deformity with flamboyant clothes and designs that clashed with the frightened expressions of their ancestors portraits.
He exited the manor heading towards the stage, while his mother continued her speech. He crossed a few tables with a younger crowd, slamming tequila shots.
I hope everyone is having fun! said Aria. A big yes came from the crowd. Haha, I wanted to cheer my husband of twenty years. My best friend of twenty-three years! Who would have thought my love! she said, as she raised her glass.
Chapter 59: Back to Square One
Machia Veil Timeline
Evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Cairis and Ethriel arrived in a burst of flashing lights as they emerged from the wormhole they created, finding themselves alone since the guests had moved to the parterre for Arias speech.
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A legion of Archs poured out.
Protect StarLight! Cairis and Ethriel called out to other RayCrests.
Meanwhile, the Archs shook their heads and found their balance. Giving Cairis and Ethriel a chance to create the divine wormholes that sent them to the higher vibration realms, except many escaped into the party.
Chapter 60: “Together, like they do”
Machia Veil Timeline
Evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Many Archs inside the wormhole, including Ellis, could make out an exit. It was blurry but she could make out RayCrests coding. Ellis fought to keep her balance among the giant bubbles of air. When she found balance, she created a Markan freeze. She escaped the wormhole, only to realise the RayCrests were coding her fellow Archs into another wormhole.
Quickly! she called. Work together like they do! But the Archs looked at her confused. Argh, I give up. Use your Markans to get out!.
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Many Archs had to recover after struggling to exit the wormhole. The combination of Markans helped maintain a longer freeze until a large group of Archs were out of the wormhole recovering. Some vomited.
We cant hold the Markans for long! Leave this circle! Ellis called out, helping other Archs out of the wormhole.
Why are we back here? asked an Arch as they helped him.
***
Just as Emyn was about to make his grand entrance on stage as Charlie Chaplin, a chaotic altercation erupted between Ellis and a RayCrest near the east wing. It engulfed the now screaming congregation in a swirling cloud of black and white dust. The security team got involved, only to find themselves catapulted to the other side of the parterre, where Archs engaged in the battle against the RayCrests.
Chapter 61: Close
Machia Veil Timeline
Evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
As Nates mother stepped off the stage, his gaze followed her every move. He planned to reach her as soon as possible. Auntie Jade and other members of the family joined her. He made his way to his mother, cutting through the crowd. But bodyguards stopped him.
Darn it with security!
Its okay hes with me, said the sweetest voice from behind him.
Kenya! said Nate, eyes widening.
They embraced, and Nate was relieved she wasnt angry.
How Ive missed you, she said.
Kenya, I am so sorry. I understand the hurt I caused, he said.
So much has changed since you left, she said.
He held her arms. Please forgive me. You mean the world to me. I never want to let you go.
Kenyas gaze fell to the floor.
What? Why are you shaking? asked Nate.
I cant leave Machia! she said.
Why?
No one can travel the timelines. Not by force anyway, she said, wiping a tear from her eye. Look, we will have time to talk. Let me take you to your mother, she said as they walked past the security guards. I love your mother, Nate. Shes wonderful.
You got to know her? How? asked Nate.
Well, its a long story.
A panicked voice shouted, Stop him! It was Ellis! She rushed towards Nate, knocking off trays of drinks and pushing guests.
Watch where youre going! a guest screamed.
Nate was so close. His mother was standing next to Milon.
Mum! Mum! Nate cried.
Aria was cowering from the coal dust when she stopped to gaze at him. Tears welled up in Nates eyes when they locked eyes. They hugged.
Oh darling, darling! she was weeping too.
Nate laughed, wiping the tears away from his beloved mothers cheeks.
Darling, darling! they hugged again. Ellis coded a portal next to them, when a RayCrest stopped her, pinning her to the ground.
The family ran towards the manor, and the staff received them. Some staff wanted to stop Nate, but Aria signalled to let him be.
My darling! she repeated.
Nate nestled in his mothers comforting embrace. Overwhelmed with relief.
How I have missed you! said Aria.
Me too Mum. I am so sorry about everything. I love you so much.
Sorry for what? she asked.
Nates eyes widened. He appreciated his parents, with all their flaws. They loved and protected him. Going above and beyond what anyone else would care to do.
***
Nate beheld his alternate brother Milon. He intended to embrace him, but his hair was a different colour and he glared at Nate as though he were an insect. His gaze darting between Kenya and his mother with furrowed brows.
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Who is this kid? Nate overheard him ask Kenya. It was odd. Milon pressed his hand tight on her right arm.
His brother was protective of Kenya, like they were together.
Nates jaw clenched, and time stood still. Jealousy swept through his veins, hijacking all logic and reason. He meant to take his mother and Kenya towards Aunt Mateas east wing and through the attic to safety when Nate transformed.
They are lovers!
Eyes red shot, he pushed Milon away from her, alerting security. Milon motioned to return the punch when security separated them.
Who the hell are you? shouted Milon. You come here like youre the boss, but Ive never seen you before, he sneered.
I knew it! I am not crazy! said Aria, watching her sons.
Glaring at everyone, she took Nates hand and walked him away from the group.
Not without Kenya! said Nate.
Kenya! said Milon, crimson and about to burst into a million pieces.
Nate, its impossible. I lost again through Veil One. I must stay with Milon, said Kenya.
Milon? asked Nate.
Milon, she whispered.
She glanced away from Nate and towards his strange brother, who was holding a triumphant smile.
The Pinner Lines mounted around him. He cowered in pain.
His brothers look of triumph was shredding his nerves.
Darling, come with me. Its for our safety, said Aria.
Despite his racing heart, Nate had to do the right thing. He and his mum had to cross the Attic portal. They had to level The Parallels. But he also had to win Kenya back. What if the magic vanished once he crossed? What if returning to Kenya was not possible?
First, he was going to save his mother through Aunt Mateas east wing. But he would postpone his own return.
Mum, trust me, follow me! he said.
Where are we going? asked Aria.
Into Aunt Mateas.
Through here! said the Bellatorn security team.
Its not safe darling, lets follow the team, said Aria.
The group being evacuated cowered when the manors windows shattered. Archs were throwing valuable furniture trying to crash the RayCrests underneath.
My word, they are destroying everything! cried Aria.
Not really Mum. Not really, said Nate.
She observed Nate wide eyed, and he squirmed.
If only wed go back, he said.
Have you lost your senses? said Aria.
The security team surrounded the Kinshots and the guests.
Make sure you stick together! Follow the man in front, said the bodyguard.
You heard them. We follow, said Aria.
Nate fretted.
The security guard at the front directed them towards the warped glass house on the grounds. But on entry, an Arch and an Inspiration fighter exploded into the congregation, making everyone scream and move away from the brutal fight. Meanwhile, the thunderclaps got louder and the red dust redder.
Are we safe anywhere? screamed a terrified guest.
Mum, follow me. I promise we will be safer in the east wing!
That is further into the commotion! Youre not making any sense! said Aria, following the security team leading them back outside.
Why cant you trust me? I know how to get us out.
Nates advice went unheeded as Aria continued with the rest of the family. Reaching out for Nates hand as they walked. He walked with an exasperated gait. Clueless about what to do next. Even if he told her the truth, shed never believe him.
The security team established a perimeter around the manor, keeping a safe distance from the fighting.
Nate ran forwards closer to the guards, placing his mask on. Where are we going?
Towards one of the familys cottages.
They were walking towards Bos cottage. That was Nates cousin, who lived with his wife Jeanette and infant children. Bo was Uncle Gares eldest son. They lived further from the manor. The guests and family stumbled through the woodlands towards the cottage. The Gueye sisters had to take their high heels off and Madama Rossi worried aloud describing one worst-case scenario after another.
Nate checked behind them. A swarm of dark coal dust whipped over the Manor. The evacuees screamed with each boom of thunder. Just as dark coal covered the skies, so did a ray of light transform it into diamond dust that fell on the guests clothes.
Aria stood mesmerised, her eyes wide with wonder, as the RayCrests performed their graceful aerial dance, transforming a trail of coal into glistening diamond dust that fell on their face and shoulders.
Wow, said a guest.
Astrea and Jessamyn were struggling behind them. I must join them, Mum. I have to help with coding.
Aria placed her hand on her chest.
What do you mean, darling? Its a war zone out here! What has come over you! she said, as they proceeded towards Bos cottage.
I need you to come with me, mum, he said. But if you wont, Ill do whats needed to keep us safe, he said with a pained expression.
I get youre angry about Kenya, but this wont help.
Ill find you later, Mum, said Nate as he ran in the opposite direction of the crowd.
Nate, get back here! she screamed.
As Nate neared Bellatorn, he worked out how best to help.
Nate! Over here! said Jessamyn. Come with us, were coding to keep the Archs inside the wormhole.
They were fifty yards from a large portal. A roaring wormhole filled the air, tearing apart the back garden. Nate stood there, his eyes wide with disbelief. The initiates stood on opposite sides of the portal, coding in unison. The Archs caused a pile-up before being sent into the next wormhole.
Good to see you back! said Astrea. Her hands glowed as she moved Archs from one wormhole to the next.
Over here, Nate! other initiates called for help.
He reacted and stood next to four initiates, creating a Markarian code, the longer Markan. It was impressive and their moves elaborate until they marked a stop in the fabric of time.
Now! called one of them during the freeze as Nate helped push the Archs back in.
The Markarian lasted minutes.
Woah. The power of union!
Chapter 62: Inspiration Fighters
Machia Veil Timeline
Late evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Archs had Nate, and the initiates surrounded. A freeze must have taken place.
Ouch, said Jessamyn.
They executed a speedy Charax code. The powerful expulsion code sent the Archs flying across the courtyard.
Amazing! Well done! said a RayCrest. But one slip-up and theyll surround us again.
Then, well do a Charax again! said Astrea.
The acrobatic Charax takes a physical toll. You need all your strength, said the RayCrest.
Ill get help! called Nate as he ran towards the manor. He sensed Ethriel and Cairis were close.
Nate ran towards the parterre when two men exploded out of Aunt Mateas ground-floor window in the east wing.
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Woah! he stepped backwards.
Their faces flushed with exertion. A man in beige clothes held the Arch with a firm grip on his collar. He struck him and the Arch stumbled, but regained his balance, striking the mans head. The man aimed to hit back, but he stumbled off balance.
Nate made his Oran Sacramenta of Fealty, and the whirling dervish circles until time stopped.
Hey, help me over here! he called out to other RayCrests close by. Lets do a Markarian. It will last longer.
The group synchronised their movements and danced until the Arch froze for minutes. Using this time, the man in beige coded a shield for himself, which he would use to conquer the Arch.
Thank you, he said.
Where are you from? asked Nate.
Inspiration. We are the reinforcements, said the man.
Inspiration! That is why they used physical force.
Nate continued to the parterre, cowering from the excess of coal and cleaning the dark smudges from his face. The excess of coal blinded him, and he headed into the manor with a blurry vision when an Arch tried to code him into a portal. Then, the same fighter from Inspiration delivered a high kick that sent the Arch flying through the window.
Thank you! said Nate.
Here, use the wet towel to clear your eyesight, said the Inspiration fighter.
Saviour! Nate said, clearing his eyesight and rushing back outside. It wasnt long before he spotted Ethriel and Cairis.
Ethriel! Thank goodness, Nate exclaimed.
We need to find your mother, Ethriel urged.
I know, but shes afraid to come to the manor, said Nate.
Chapter 63: Record
Machia Veil Timeline
Late evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Ellis Warnock awoke from the fall with a throbbing pain in her head after the harsh concussion. She sat by the edge of Bellatorn Manor, the stone wall cold against her back, her pulse racing. The air crackled, accompanied by a strong wind that carried a mix of coal and diamond dust. She got up, unsettled, and brushed it off her lapel. When mixed with coal, it was less draining. She scanned the area, hoping to find Nate, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Her eyes widened in amazement as RayCrests displayed brand new codes around her. Okay, if I cant find him, Ill gather more data and document everything, she said, pulling out a small camera from her pouch. She hid behind a statue. Despite the chaos, she was safe conducting her research since RayCrests only fought in self-defence. She would collect more portal keys in case they lost.
Two RayCrests worked together to create wormholes that vacuumed Archs away from the site. She got closer considering intervention, but there were too many RayCrests. She waited.
Darn it! she said, closing her eyes and staying hidden behind a hedge.
Another Charax happened, and it threw her deeper into the Bellatorn forest.
Disoriented, she regained enough control of her body to stand up. A button press activated her camera. I will get you! she said. Then, with a limp, she headed towards the hedges concealing herself again, recording whatever she could. Still no sight of Nate.
***
Ellis research was short-lived. Kit was heading to Bos cottage. She limped to follow Kit and his retinue. As they reached the surrounding forest of Bos cottage, they saw blinding lights transforming their Arch codes into diamond dust. It fell on their heads and Ellis shook it off like a bee was trying to sting her.
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A few Archs tired of Aurial coding resorted to physical assault, but this only depleted them because the RayCrests coded themselves into shields. These same Archs fell to the ground. Ellis watched as they collected the diamond dust instead of fighting. She ran limping towards them.
What do you think youre doing? said Ellis.
We are going to be rich. He says these are diamonds! said the Arch.
There will be nothing if RayCrests take over! Fight! Before I turn you over to Kit!
One of them threatened her, and, with unwavering confidence, she delivered a powerful left cheek punch. In shock, he held his cheek and retaliated with a slap that left Ellis wide-eyed. She jumped on top of him, twisting his head. He fought back and threw her across the parterre. Ellis struggled but managed a freeze. Then she jumped him and beat him to a pulp. Exhausted, she stepped back as the code unfroze. A RayCrest observed Ellis. She became self-conscious next to her beaten Arch. The RayCrest took flight again, and she observed him code coal back into diamond dust. The other Archs went back to square one, collecting diamond dust.
Stop! said Ellis, taking out a gun. Just stop it! The Archs raised their hands in the air and stood up. Move towards the exit. Now!
They retreated towards the exit. Then Darcy approached.
There you are! Come quick. Kit and the team have located Aria.
She raised her eyes to the sky and groaned. Having to let them go. Weasels! Just go!
What was that about? asked Darcy.
Deserters, but they wont get away with it! she said.
They reached Kit and walked behind him.
You need first aid, said Darcy, pointing at her bloodied hand clutching her thigh.
Nothing serious. I can walk, she said, wincing in pain.
Other Archs lined up on either side of them. They coded their version of the Waterli shield. Their footsteps echoed on the wooden planks of the small bridge as they crossed, revealing a quaint cottage nestled in the distance. A massive Waterli shield protected the home, which was accompanied by around twenty RayCrests hovering above. But, as soon as Kits army appeared, the RayCrests transformed into agile Charax coders.
The force of the impact threw Kit and the Archs back, tumbling fifty yards. They coded an Arch Markarian during the recovery process. Kit approached the home alone, motioning for the others to stay at a distance. Ellis, depleted, gazed up at the acrobatic RayCrests frozen in midair above Bos cottage. They resembled a Da Vinci masterpiece rather than battle fighters. Ellis squinted her eyes, her mind reeling from the image, but she regained her composure, recalling her training to resist RayCrest harmonics. She looked around the cottage. Time began moving forward again.
Hold the Markarian! shouted Kit Mannon.
Chapter 64: Tipping Point
Machia Veil Timeline
Late evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
An Arch confronted Ethriel and Nate. As the tension peaked, Cairis intervened, orchestrating a coordinated effort with other RayCrests. Their unfamiliar code struck Nate when a sudden jolt made him yelp.
Nates body collided with the unforgiving stones below.
A voracious pull intensified; a cold rush of air enveloped him as he struggled against the descent into a vortex.
The world blurred, and the ground vanished.
***
Ethriel and Cairis pulled Nate back, their hands gripping his arms as the ground shook beneath them.
You need to head into the manor. Protect yourself, said Ethriel.
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No. I want to code! said Nate.
You are a target, making more work for us. You must go through the attic! said Cairis.
I cant without my mother! She wont follow me! said Nate.
Ethriel and Cairis locked eyes. A silent agreement must have crossed between them, since they nodded in unison. Then, stepping to one side, Ethriel lifted Nate into the air. They flew over the manor and landed close to Bos cottage.
Kenya is here. Is that why you havent left? asked Ethriel.
No! Its my Mum.
Ethriel remained silent as they walked over the small bridge to Bos cottage.
I know you wont leave without Kenya, said Ethriel, breaking the silence. But she cannot travel.
Nate bit his lip as they crossed the private woodlands. Then he burst out. She is with Milon!
The Parallels are collapsing, Nate. You are the tipping point.
Why would I be that critical? I cant take it anymore! he said, holding his pounding head.
You are a tipping point, he said with serenity, and we are working towards a natural balance. You must cross back to Quotidian now.
They came closer to Bos cottage. Aria was shaking her head and pacing back and forth. Kenya and Milon were next to her.
I wont leave Kenya, Nate muttered with an emotion-choked voice.
In that instant, Kenya reached her hand to Milon for comfort.
Chapter 65: Masterpiece
Machia Veil Timeline
Late evening, September 8th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Ethriel and Nate landed next to Aria, and she breathed a sigh of relief. A swarm of dark coal dust whipped up as though a fire had started. The sky grew dark. Aria and Nate stopped to stare at the black cloud. The black cloud transformed into Archs wielding a long rope that slithered itself around Nate and his mother, leaving them immobile.
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Take these off at once! said Aria. But it fell on deaf ears as more Archs surrounded them. In the same instance, Ethriel danced above the black cloud. As Aria gazed up, her jaw dropped. A light reflected in Nates pupils of flowing light. Ethriel turned in circles, vacuuming the dark cloud and transforming it into diamond dust that sprinkled over them.
A further legion of RayCrests arrived. They flew over the congregation and created codes that turned the coal dust into diamond dust that fell over the roof of Bos cottage. Archs forced guests into Bos basement, including Nate and Aria.
Chapter 66: Frequencies
Machia Veil Timeline
Past midnight, September 9th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
The tables turned as Archs froze. Ethriel landed by the door of Bos cottage and searched for Nate. He coded a Markan that froze everyone. He then descended into the basement. Spotting Nate and Aria, he read the poignant scene. Aria consoled Nate, who was gazing at Kenya and Milon. The couple embraced as they fixed their anguished gazes on the ceiling.
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Ethriel sighed.
Then he coded Aria and Nate into an alternate frequency as a precautionary measure to ensure their safety.
Next, they had to get to Bellatorn. But the unknown frequency was a risk. He would have to wait for help.
When the RayCrest Markan subsided, time resumed its forward march.
Chapter 67: Hostage
Machia Veil Timeline
Past midnight, September 9th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Kenya rubbed her eyes in disbelief as Aria and Nate vanished. Where? she said, as she headed up the steps.
Kenya wait! said Milon.
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Just as Kenya stepped outside, Ellis ambushed her.
Who is she? asked Kit.
Nates love interest, said Ellis.
Keep her!
Kenyas hands shook, struggling to steady herself.
Over my dead body! Milon appeared. Let her go Kit!
Kit softened. My dear Milon, of course! he said, signalling for Kenya to be set free.
But- said Ellis, in protest.
- Leave her be, said Kit.
Kit and Ellis shared a subtle nod that intrigued Kenya.
Chapter 68: The Search
Between timelines
Past midnight, September 9th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Meanwhile, back in Bos basement.
Where did they go! asked Nate. Why cant I follow them?
We are in an alternate frequency, said Ethriel.
I cant move towards the stairs! said Aria, alarmed.
All will be well. We must wait here until its safe to move, said Ethriel.
They overheard an Arch Nate and Aria have disappeared!
Were doomed! said Nate. Can we go somewhere else?
I need a longer code to create a tunnel out of here, said Ethriel.
What code are we in now?
Its a Ballan. We are standing in a random alternate universe where we see their reality.
Like ghosts! Nates eyes widened. Except they are the ghosts, or we are
We are watching from an alternate frequency, said Ethriel.
Thats amazing! Great! said Nate, but when he attempted to move, something thrust him backwards. He shook his head. Why? he asked, rubbing his head. Why cant we move?
We only advance in areas we know well. This is a random frequency, and solving a challenge here might trigger further challenges, said Ethriel.
But if we stay here! What if the code fades? Nates breath got caught in his throat.
If it fades, we run, said Ethriel, surveying the room. I need a safe space to create a new code. And help to create a Ballanair.
A Ballanair? asked Nate.
A code that allows us to jump to a known frequency, and then move towards Bellatorn.
During their conversation, Aria was silent. Her eyes blinked in slow motion.
Ah, Mum, meet Ethriel. Hes my RayCrest, and he helped me get back to you.
Aria was unresponsive.
I think shes in shock, he said to Ethriel. Mum, Mum, its okay, he said, putting his arm around her. Dont worry, Mum, Ethriel will keep us safe.
Ethriel strengthened a patch of the Ballan code above their heads.
There was stomping above them. The footsteps became louder as they came down to the basement. It was Kit Mannon, Darcy Bruston, and a team of Archs. But close behind them were Kenya and Milon. They had their hands tied.
Nate jolted.
Bo Kinslow came down the steps. His baby was wailing. Kit, how dare you take my family hostage!
Where have they gone? asked Kit.
More heavy footsteps above. Bos wife, Jeanette, with their two-year-old, was crimson and looked about to scream. The Gueye sisters were shaking hugging each other, and Madama Rossi kept shaking her head in denial. There were door slams and shouting.
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Not here, sir! said a guard.
Check the attic. They cant have gone far.
Nate shivered as he recognised Ellis voice.
Running footsteps filled the cottage, only to be replaced by an eerie silence. The guards departure made the air less suffocating.
You two, that way! Check the path to Bellatorn. Head towards the stables. You, around the maze, said Ellis.
They were here one moment and then poof! a guest said.
Kit scanned every guest around him. He then came within range of Madama Rossi and raised her skirt. The guests drew back in horror as she screamed and blacked out.
Ellis! Bring the guards! I want every costume checked! said Kit.
Guards came down the steps and lifted skirts without asking.
Stop this! What are you doing! said Bo.
Whatever you are doing, it has to stop! said Milon.
The guards pointed guns at the congregation, and they cowered.
Still no sign of them, sir, said a guard.
Yes, I can see that, said Kit.
He then proceeded to Arch code a Markan.
Everyone froze except for Kit. Nate, Ethriel and Aria were unaffected as well.
Nate, wherever you are, lets strike a deal.
Ethriel signalled for Nate and Aria to stay quiet.
I know you want Kenya back, said Kit, scanning the room.
Nate and Aria stayed still.
Come out from hiding and I promise you can have Kenya to yourself. We will make sure Milon leaves her.
Nate shook. Ethriel continued to hold him back.
Kit waited. Time moved forward, and the basement became noisy again.
Cairis will be here soon, and we will head to the Bellatorn portal in a safe Ballanair, said Ethriel.
What is going on? said Aria cataleptic.
I could have Kenya back, said Nate to himself. Wait, I could have Kenya back!
Ethriel remained silent with a slight smile in his eyes.
Kenya is with Miles darling, whatever that Kit man is saying is delusional! said Aria.
Kit then recoded the Markan, this time next to Kenya.
Nate! Stay with us. We will look after you both. I will give you anything you want.
Aria was about to speak when Ethriel motioned silence.
Nates eyes were over-bright, and he kept darting his gaze between Kenya and Kit.
Darling, whatever it is, said Aria in a whisper as Ethriel raised his hand.
Kit picked up a noise just as his Markan subsided and time moved forward again. He left the basement, followed by Jeanette.
Moments later, Jeanette spoke. What do you want with that?
He emerged with a sharp knife, and the crowd gasped as he seized Kenyas hair. Nate saw an Arch and Kit code into a Markan, freezing time. Kenya had frozen mid movement, and she winced from the pull.
Nate, come out, Kit boomed, or she dies.
Kenya was pale. It was unbearable and Nate moved into an Oran, followed by an Artinian, when he realised he couldnt code. Wherever they were, codes didnt work there. Ethriel shook his head, and Nate shuddered.
The time moved forward again, and the gathering moved away terrified. The Archs took Milon upstairs.
Leave her alone! shouted Milon, struggling to break free. Dont you touch her Kit. I will destroy you!
The room grew silent except for shuffling feet and occasional coughs. With a signal from Kit, the Archs ushered everyone upstairs.
Nate, what have you decided? asked Kit.
Nates here? Kenya asked, her eyes skimming the room.
Kit pulled her hair, and she grimaced, staying still.
Nate? said Kit, twisting Kenyas hair again.
Nate paced back and forth with his hand to his mouth. He was flushed, and he held a focused glare on Kit and Kenya.
You psycho! Nate exploded.
Aha! said Kit.
Leave her alone, you creep! said Nate.
Ethriel stopped recoding the Ballan.
Come out now for Kenyas safety, Kit said.
Dont listen, Nate, dont! Think of your mother, of The Parallels, said Kenya.
Kit smiled as he made a shallow cut in her throat.
Im not scared Nate! Im not! said Kenya.
Stop it! said Nate.
Stop me, said Kit.
Nate dont! cried Kenya.
Kit made another cut on her neck.
A deeper cut and that will be it, said Kit, smiling as Kenya winced. She has beautiful long hair, doesnt she, Nate? Pity to see it - ripped off!
Get me out of here! Get me out! screamed Nate.
Ethriel nodded, and Nate reappeared in front of Kit and Kenya.
What do you want, Kit? said Nate.
Kit called his Archs back down. They circled the teens.
Why! said Kenya, burying her face in Nates embrace.
The Archs surrounded them. Nate started a Markan, but the Archs were quick to disrupt his code. Instead, Nate drew on the martial arts training he received from Wade Pearce for these types of situations.
Kenya joined in, throwing objects at their attackers. Nate fought with all his might, his kicks and hits echoing against the backdrop of crashing objects. Kit came back downstairs and began an Arch Markan, which Nate countered with a high kick.
Nate took Kenyas hand to escape.
They ran outside, but the Archs had surrounded the house. An Arch brought out a gun and pointed it at Nate.
Kenya jumped in front and took the shot.
Chapter 69: StarLight
Machia Veil Timeline
3 am, September 9th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Nates heart stopped.
The congregation stopped, and Nate fell to his knees.
Ethriel, Cairis and other RayCrests above the cottage created a Markarian and everything stood still around them.
Nate embraced Kenya, gazing in disbelief.
I am glad it was me and not you, she said, smiling.
Why did you do that? Why? asked Nate.
Rebalance The Parallels. Her eyes watered. She lifted her hand to his cheek. Its the only way, she said, realising how much blood she was losing.
Nate leaned his forehead on Kenyas. And they stayed silent.
They closed their eyes and revisited their shared memories.
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Inhabiting simians, said Nate, we experienced the blue planet through their eyes. They both laughed, tears flowing down their cheeks.
Like fields of lavender and light, she tried, but paused.
Illuminating the darkness. Nate continued. Upon landing, we flew over rocky landscapes and over the sea.
Kenya buried herself in him. Nate pressed her close in a tight embrace.
She faded.
His eyes grew wide. You cant leave me! You cant! he pressed her close.
A shiver ran through Nates body. He struggled to understand what had just happened, his gaze fixed on Kenya. He shook his head No, no, no, no, no, no! Kenya!
But she was unresponsive.
We had never seen water before, he said, trembling. By nightfall, we floated over the ocean, and we witnessed a thunderstorm, he held her tight, we watched mesmerised as the sea swelled like a clash of ocean titans, he was reliving it. Gigantic mounds of dark reflecting the moon in shattered-like apparitions. Our hearts heaved with every wave, and every thunderbolt enthused us, he said, rocking her. The giants rocked us in this masterpiece of oceanic fury. Rocking back and forth. Every time the titans rose, we whooped with electrified joy.
Oh, my darling! said Aria, embracing him.
But Kenya was gone.
His ears were pounding and with clouded vision he stood and charged against the frozen Archs, barrelling towards one uttering a war cry. He screamed and kicked. He took a branch from the ground, hammering an Arch. Nate fell back to the ground, exhausted.
No, not again, said Aria, her hands shaking as tears streamed down her face.
The congregation stood in silence.
He then walked back to Kenya and rocked her in his arms.
Chapter 70: Countervailing
Machia Veil Timeline
3:30 am, September 9th C Bellatorn Estate, Denewood, Surridge
Cairis and Ethriel lifted Nate and Aria into the cool embrace of the night sky.
Time moved forward and scuffles resumed in the distance between Archs and RayCrests.
Upon arrival in Aunt Mateas east wing, Ethriel and Cairis reinforced the Markarian code to go unseen. They climbed the spiral stairway in silence until they reached the third-floor landing.
The attic, and the gateway to their salvation. Nates pulse raced. Crossing was the only way to escape capture.
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Aria climbed the ladder to the attic portal. Nate hesitated for a moment, his thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Kenya? he asked, glancing at Ethriel.
We will look after her, Ethriel nodded.
The Gell family cat appeared. Nate smiled as the cat recognised him, brushing against his leg as if to reassure him.
A further five senior RayCrests stepped into the attic, a stark reminder of the weight of their mission.
Nates thoughts swirled, torn between timelines.
The Parallels, said Cairis, her voice gentle yet insistent, reminded him of his purpose. We have to act. The Parallels are not strong enough to help us overcome the Archs.
Swallowing hard, Nate couldnt fight back the tears that welled inside him. Descending a few steps, he embraced Ethriel in a heartfelt hug.
Trust, said Ethriel.
Nate closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then faced his mother, who stretched her hand out to him.
Nate clasped her hand, and they crossed the threshold.
Once over, Aria disappeared.
Mum! Mum!
Chapter 71: Finding Finch
The Quotidian Timeline
3:30 am, September 9th C St Thomas Hospital, Westminster Bridge Road, London
Fifteen minutes earlier, Ava crossed the threshold of St Thomas Hospital in her stolen nurses costume. She hid her limp when she was in front of others and winced when alone. With hands in her pockets, she gave the impression of a nurse on a break. Heading to the lifts, she hoped there were no security doors since her card from the asylum wouldnt work there.
She reached Finchs room.
Hes been moved!
She tried the next floor. It was the middle of the night, so the floors were calm, and she waited for nurses to leave their stations before searching each floor for Finch. Despite her efforts, she couldnt find him. Security guards might appear, so she acted the part of nursing well. Stopping to look at her imaginary watch or taking utensils from a pantry. After a couple of hours like this, she found Finch on the second floor.
My sweetnut! My Darling! she wept, holding Finch close to her. Yearning to return to Machia Veil before the winter solstice.
A nurse checking in on Finch froze when she saw Ava.
Hello, said Ava as calmly as she could.
We didnt realise. The nurse was in shock. She was clearly a huge fan. Aria Kent!
Ava smiled. Would you like a photo?
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Oh my God, yes please! She blushed and dropped her tray of medicines on Finchs bed.
They posed, and the nurse took various photos with her smart phone.
Thank you! My husband will not believe it. We are such huge fans.
My pleasure, she said, smiling.
The nurse observed them.
Are you filming here? she asked incredulous pointing to Avas nursing costume.
Ava coughed. Not exactly, she said.
Are you and Finch related? the nurse asked.
Yes, he is my favourite nephew, she lied.
Visiting hours are from ten am.
Please, said Ava.
Its okay, said the nurse with a wink. Anything for you! But promise me you wont tell on me!
Cross my heart.
Ill make sure no one comes in, she smiled.
Thank you so much! said Ava.
The nurse closed the door behind her.
Ava looked back at her son, her eyes filled with sorrow, and she wept at his bedside.
At that precise moment, Finchs arm twitched, causing Ava to startle. She studied her beloved child. Her heart leaped with relief at the sight of a faint sign of life. He opened his eyes.
Finch looked up at her, his eyes widening. He lifted his hand towards her face but then lost strength.
My darling sweetnut! How I missed you! I am so sorry, said Ava, weeping.
Im sorry Mum, his voice was faint.
Nurse! called Ava.
Can we go home now? asked Finch.
Darling, darling!
The nurse walked back into the room. Aria, there are agents coming. They say they are looking for you?
Ava glanced at Finch.
Hes awake! said the nurse.
Yes. Ava paused. They are not agents, they are press, she lied. What is your name?
Kate.
Kate, I will make it up to you. Can you hide me?
Of course! This way.
Ava faced her son. My darling, Ill be back.
She led Ava out into the corridor and into a utility room.
No one ever comes in here, said Kate.
Then, before she turned.
Wait! said Ava.
Yes?
You will tell me when they leave?
Of course! You can count on me, she said.
Thank you, Kate.
Wow, love hearing you say my name! Such a dream come true!
Chapter 72: Broken Reunion
The Quotidian Timeline
3:40 am, September 9th C St Thomas Hospital, Westminster Bridge Road, London
Finch sat on his bed. Kate returned just as three men barged in.
Have you seen Aria Kent? asked one man.
Kate placed her hand on her chest. No, but I would have loved -
-She must be close. You check the downstairs lobby; you go east and we go west. Always have someone in here.
Kate and Finch shared an alarmed look.
You know something, said the other man.
No! No! Of course not. Believe me, I would have fainted if Aria Kent walked in here, said Kate.
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The man asked to see her smart phone.
What? No! Its private, she said.
He held out his hand.
Your scare tactics wont work with me. You have no right to ask for my phone, said Kate.
He took out his own smartphone. Kates eyes grew wide.
How did you tap into my phone? she said, seeing her photo gallery on the mans phone.
Where is she? he said.
Dont tell him please, they dont understand, said Finch, breaking into a cough.
What will happen to her? asked Kate.
She is mentally unwell, he said.
She didnt seem mentally unwell, she said.
Shes not! said Finch, attempting to shout.
Where is she? Or we will arrest you for collusion, said the man.
Kate glanced at Finch. Then, facing the man, she said, all I have done is to be a fan.
Please dont! You dont understand! said Finch, bursting into tears.
I dont understand what, my dear? she asked.
I cant explain, but its not what you think!
Kate pointed to where Ava was hiding.
Please! said Finch as he pulled out his intravenous needles. Heading weakly into the corridor.
Another nurse rushed towards him.
But as his body disintegrated, she gasped.
Chapter 73: Found
The Quotidian Timeline
3:40 am, September 9th C St Thomas Hospital, Westminster Bridge Road, London
Nate! Nate! shouted Aria, banging on the door.
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A phone buzzed in her pocket. My phone! At last!
Just then, someone unlocked the door, and Aria rushed into the corridor.
Nate! Where are you? she shouted.
A man and a nurse stared at her wide eyed.
Why am I here? asked Aria.
Well, you asked me to hide you? said the nurse, furrowing her brows.
I did? said Aria.
Yes, you wanted to be with Finch.
Who is Finch? asked Aria.
Chapter 74: It’s all Grey
The Quotidian Timeline
3:40 am, September 9th C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
Mum! Nates eyes darted in every direction. Mum!
He dashed downstairs, crossing the connecting corridor between home and Aunt Mateas. He reached his mothers bedroom. But it was empty. He rushed to his fathers bedroom. Empty again.
Heading down one more floor to the main lounge, he found desks everywhere! There were lots of people Nate didnt recognise. It was an obstacle course. At last, his father and Miles were in view. They were debating something with Wade; pointing at papers on a desk. How he had missed them! But Mum was paramount.
Wheres Mum? asked Nate.
Everyone halted in their tracks, registering Nates return.
There was a burst of relief from everyone. Emin and Miles rushed to embrace Nate.
Thank God! Thank God! said Emin.
Mum?
Its a long story, said Emin, downcast. Your disappearance took a toll on Mum, and she hasnt been well.
Aksel and Tierra barged in, tackling Nate to the ground.
Haha! How Ive missed you two! said Nate.
More Kinslows filled the investigation offices, searching for Nate. Alekee and Laine hugged him for the longest time and so did Auntie Jade, Uncle Tim, and Aunt Matea. They were still in their pyjamas. It overjoyed Nate to see everyone, but he needed to make sure Mum had crossed safely.
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I need to find Mum, he said.
Nut, wait, called Emin. He was holding his phone. Just got a call. Mum is safe and on her way.
An hour later, Nate dashed to the window and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his mother. Ajay landed the helicopter in the main courtyard. Aria jumped out, and they ran towards each other.
Mum! said Nate, giving his mother a tight embrace.
Cabby and the staff, still in their nightwear, lined up by the entrance. Bellaton was a chorus of tears and laughter.
***
The Kinslows filled the Orangerie in celebration that evening. But Nate left early.
You okay champ? asked Wade.
Nate nodded. Grateful to have Wade by his side again.
The rain beat down on the windows. He was curled on his bed when Aria came to see him.
She sat on the bed, and Nate sought his mothers comforting embrace.
Whats this? she asked, reaching down. She held up Lauryns pendant. Life is change, she read, and how we adjust will make or break us.
She looked at Nate again, tears welling in her eyes.
A reminder to adapt as best I can to setbacks, he said. To show courage when needed It was Lauryns, he whispered, his breath catching in his throat.
***
The following morning, Nate sat down for breakfast. The clink of silverware against the plate reminded him of his routine before his grand adventure. How he took it all for granted. Now, mealtimes were different. He savoured every bite.
Over the next few days, Nate joked with Alekee. Laine spent plenty of time in Bellaton, and they ran into the maze and laughed like in the good old times.
Auntie Jade and Aunt Matea planned their unique weekends again with the cousins. In practical terms, Nate returned to his earlier state before his PTSD. Except he was not the same.
***
Mum would console him. Youre grieving, give it time.
No matter how busy he was, his thoughts always gravitated towards Kenya. Their magical horse ride through the moors. The cool air lifting her raven hair and the sunshine on her skin. Their embrace warming them like a blanket on a chilly night.
He had met hundreds and hundreds of women, but none of them would compare to Kenya. Her passionate dance, matched by her cheeky grin and fiery temper. Their Arcuan connection intensified when they were near each other. It was alchemical. They were a formidable duo. Their escape from the Archs in Raging street and their Loch Lorian crossing, awestruck by the surrounding beauty. What possessed him to abandon her in One like he did?
The days dragged on. After the initial excitement of reuniting with the family, the rooms fell silent in a never-ending cycle of grey. Empty. The monotony of his life evident as he ate, slept, showered, and repeated.
Chapter 75: The Colour of Hope
The Quotidian Timeline
11 am, September 30th C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
Miles walked into his mothers room. His father was also there.
Hes been lethargic for weeks now, said Aria.
Hes lost not one, but two girlfriends! said his father.
Too much for a sixteen-year-old, said Aria.
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Hes more like sixteen going on fifty, said Miles.
I understand him. Its how I felt as a teen, said Aria.
How so? Miles eyebrows lifted.
I reached the pinnacle of success and wealth at his age. After that, there was no more hope, nothing to look forward to. I went into this grey area, she said, observing her scotch on the rocks. But after Machia Veil, I can see colour. So much more colour than I ever saw before.
Miles hugged her.
My love, said Aria. Were going to get Nutty a life coach.
Thats a great idea, said Miles.
Alberta Moon walked in. I found one!
Here you go, said Aria, pointing at the pamphlet Alberta left on her dresser.
Miles drew closer to read it.
Here is the colour, she said.
It was a 12-step AA pamphlet.
Chapter 76: Tayan Onilee
The Quotidian Timeline
11 am, October 6th C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
One afternoon, Nate was in the garden with Laine, Syd, another cousin and Alekee when they saw a figure walk towards them. Wade Pearce walked next to the figure. The man commanded attention. Nate squinted his eyes, then they grew wide.
Laine and the cousins stopped.
What Nutty? What is it? asked Laine.
Ethriel! he said, jumping to his feet and hugging the man.
Wade and the man took some steps back.
Er, not Ethriel, champ, this is Tayan Onilee. Your new personal coach.
Nate was captivated by Ethriels presence. He appeared shorter, but equally powerful. Nate noticed his attire. They were cowboy style, and his American accent; it was more pronounced.
Tayan smiled. He placed his hat down on the grass and sat with the cousins.
Where are you from? asked Alekee, smiling.
I come from Arizona, he said, from a place called Red Rock.
Woah! said Alekee.
Nate gawked at his beloved mentor. He averted his gaze to the manor. His parents observed them from his mothers room. Nate locked eyes with them and smiled.
They smiled and turned.
Wade stood close. They chatted and laughed, and Tayan told them stories of the four worlds of the Navajo. Later, he shared a story of a brave warrior who crossed the parallels and lost everything.
Nate perked up. He did, said Nate, reflecting on his own adventure.
Ah, but he thought he did, said Tayan.
How so? asked Nate.
He forgot about timelines and multidimensional beings, said Tayan.
With a furrowed brow, Nate hesitated, focused on Tayans words. His expression gradually gave way to a wide-eyed smile. With a sudden burst of energy, he leaped into the air.
What? said Laine, startled. What?
Syd, please, help! said Nate.
How? asked Syd.
Your car.
***
They huddled in Syds Land Rover.
Ajay? asked Wade.
Its a short drive, said Syd.
They headed to their local registry office. Nate leapt from the car and headed to the section where they kept birth and death records. Nate approached the counter and requested access to Denes birth records in 2006. Joined by his cousins, they reviewed the digital birth records. Eventually separating so they could get through more records faster.
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Here! said Laine.
They gathered around her as she pointed to the entries for babies born in Dene during 2006. There were eight recorded births, and they took note of the details.
Eight births, five girls! said Nate.
We have a Gemma Davies, Kavya Sharma, Susan Taylor, and a Victoria Martin, said Laine.
They returned to Bellaton and headed to Auntie Jades. There, they conducted searches on social media platforms to find each of them. However, none of them were Kenya.
***
Nates melancholy returned.
Nate and Tayan shared insightful conversations while strolling through the Bellaton grounds. Initially, Wade stayed close by their side, but then allowed them more room to roam. They often chatted next to Auntie Jades orchard, windswept in the autumn leaves. Or enjoyed the cool breeze by the pool surrounded by the boxers, now much bigger.
***
The next morning, they had a new lead. Her name was Keira. Nate jumped to search for her. His mother shared a similar name to her alternate self. So Kenya and Keira might just be the match he was hoping for. Keira Malone, where are you? Nate, surrounded by Alekee and Syd, checked every social media platform they could find, and they found her. A dance micro-influencer called Keira! Shes Kenya!
Ill get in touch. She will respond to me, said Syd, himself an outdoor sports influencer.
***
Keira Malone arrived in Syds land rover a week later.
Nate was shaking, breathing in to six, holding six and out six. It was helping him somewhat.
Keira strolled into the front courtyard.
Beautiful Kenya!
They locked eyes. She squinted.
Im so glad you could come, said Nate. His palms were sweaty. The sight of Kenya, alive and thriving, brought an indescribable joy that filled his chest.
Wait, arent you Aria Kents son? she asked, wide eyed.
Yes, he said, flushing.
Oh, my goodness! Syd! How did you not tell me? said Keira.
Thought Id surprise you, he smiled.
The cousins gawked at Nate and Keira together, making Nate flush even more.
He led Keira to the waiting lounge, an appointed room just off the main foyer, where they could enjoy some refreshments before lunch.
Your dancing is beautiful! said Nate. Flamenco fusion?
Why, thank you! Yes, its flamenco fusion with traditional Khatak dance.
Khatak? asked Nate.
Ancient traditional Indian dance.
What inspired you to mix the two? Her freckles transfixed Nate.
Cabby arrived. Young guests, if youd be so kind, lunch is served in the conservatory.
Thank you, Cabby, said Nate, escorting Keira back outside to his Aunt Graces conservatory in the west wing. Syd followed. A fragrant aroma of the midday meal filled the air. When the weather turned cooler, the conservatory was a popular spot for the family to host guests, with its bright cosy atmosphere and refreshing colours. It had its own entrance from the front of the manor. Their Aunt Grace was his fathers youngest sister. Visiting her side of the manor was always a treat because she had an exquisite taste in decoration that was both refreshing and inspiring.
Lunch took the better part of two hours. Alekee joined them.
After lunch, Syd took his cousin aside.
So?
Shes not my Kenya. But thank you. It was good to meet her.
After Keira left, Nate strolled to the stables to take his horse, Caliber, out for a long ride. An hour later, Tayan was waiting for him.
Well? asked Tayan, holding Caliber while Nate dismounted. I heard you found Kenya.
Well. No, not really. She is Kenya physically, but shes just not Kenya.
Give it time. You are both so young, said Tayan.
It has helped to see her. Ill give you that, said Nate.
***
Nate requested returning to school after six weeks with a private tutor. He welcomed the familiar buzz of students chatting and lockers slamming shut.
Reuniting with his mates in school filled him with nostalgia, as memories of laughter and camaraderie flooded back. But he was different. When the lads talked about girls, Nate averted his gaze and focused on his phone screen.
Whats up, mate? asked Benj.
Lets say this summer I was, Nate said, hesitating. Overloaded with girls.
You what! said Ayo.
I need a break, chaps! said Nate.
You need a break? said Benj, breaking into fits of laughter.
Ayos eyes gleamed. The full picture, please, he said, winking.
Nate smiled to himself. Would he ever be normal again? Too much had changed.
Chapter 77: Life is Change
Inspiration Timeline
A year later C Bellaton Estate, Dene, Surrey
Tayan asked Nate to show him Lauryns pendant. Nate took it out of his pocket to reveal the shiny platinum surface.
Life is change, and how we adjust will make or break us, Tayan read out loud.
Nate took a breath in.
Remain in break, if you wish, but youre not a single drop of water. You are the ocean, said Tayan.
Nate was struck silent.
***
Wades footsteps on the parterre broke the silence. Nate, champ, he said, you want to see this. Wade pressed play on his phone. It was a video of Keira Malone name-dropping Nate.
The cycle repeats itself, Nate sighed.
She agreed to an NDA. Were watching her words, said Wade.
***
He returned to Bellaton one weekend in autumn and was horse riding alone, as he was prone to do lately. The horse stopped to graze, and Nate breathed in the countryside air.
A respite from his year-long sadness.
Another horse-rider approached from afar. Probably one of his aunts, or even Laine. He was waiting for Caliber to recover to move towards them. Except as the figure got closer, he recognised her. Keira!
There was nothing to say to justify herself!
Her horse reached his spot.
Your mother told me you might be here, she said.
Thats not possible, he said, shaking his head. Only yesterday, his mother was fuming over Keiras indiscretions.
Her flushed cheeks perturbed Nate. It was awkward. Was she about to burst into tears?
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He remained silent, waiting for her apology.
Nate, its me, Kenya, she furrowed her brows.
Of course! Nate snorted.
No, no, its really me, she said, smiling whilst brushing a tear from her cheek.
Keira, I have nothing to say to you, he said, checking for paps in the bushes. He moved towards Caliber and was about to leave.
Wait! Who is Keira? she said, then shaking it off. She took hold of Calibers reins. The strange thing about you and Finch, she said.
How do you know about-
- The strange thing about you and Finch is that its an anomaly, she said, breathless Had you been the same boy, I would have missed I moved timelines.
His eyes widened as he processed her words. Moved timelines?
Nate, she said. After my death C
A thought crossed Nates mind. Syd!
Are you joking? Did Syd put you up to this? he said, turning his horse and galloping towards Bellaton.
Wait! she said.
Nates pulse raced as the thundering hooves of Keiras horse neared them.
Wait! she cried.
How did she know about Finch?
Wait! Wait! Its really me, Kenya! she rode fast next to him. Stop! Listen to me! she screamed, unable to catch her breath.
Nate stopped the horse. His finger was on the panic button. In seconds he could have had Ajay pick him up and Keira barred from Bell forever. But his mind was reeling. How far will she go with this?
After my death, the Aurial Plenum descended! she said. They surrounded me with so much light I breathed again.
Nate faced her.
They thanked me for helping rebalance The Parallels. She was breathless. And requested I helped them find SkyRose.
He had never mentioned SkyRose to anyone, not even his mother. Lifting his finger from the panic button, he froze, not daring to take a breath.
Their eyes connected.
Milon took care of me in Bellatorn of course. I was safe. Also, Cairis stayed by my side. Just like Ethriel is your RayCrest, Cairis is mine, she smiled. Following my full recovery several months later, I ended things with Milon. I was desperate to find you, but the closed borders made it impossible. So, I took a server job in Scottishland.
Nates eyes widened. He dismounted Caliber and reached for Kenya to dismount.
I could never be his. It will always be you, she said as he dismounted her. She welled up with tears of joy. And I knew I crossed to Inspiration when I heard your name! I crossed the natural way! So, I rushed to Bellaton, and your mother allowed me access.
Nate had to sit down on the grass, and Kenya sat next to him.
The enormity of what she was saying was sinking in.
Astonishing, said Nate, breathless. He reached out to hold Kenyas hand, as if to confirm that she was real.
Nate gazed into her teary eyes, noticing her flushed skin fading her freckles, and the damp strands of hair clinging to her face. With a gentle touch, he raised his hand to brush away the tears cascading down her cheeks.
Autumn, said Kenya laughing, and glancing at the coloured hues of the surrounding trees. Just turned to spring! Her arms lifted in the air.
Its you, he whispered, pulling her close. A rush of warmth flooded over him and everything faded.
Just then, Tayan coded a Markan.
The Aurial Plenum descended.
We have four of the six, Mireial smiled.
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