Michael Liddle: Into the Abyss: The Saga of Michael Liddle, #5

By R. D. Blake

"Cralnywni dor raca! Now meet your death!"
These words were not spoken to Michael Liddle but the possibility of death draws ever nearer due to the machinations of the Eldest of the Eldest and the continuing plotting of Rogdul.
Though stymied in his latest attempt to kill Michael and prevent him from obtaining the second component to the Ideema Gift, the First of Cru's thirst for revenge remains unabated and he conspires to thwart Michael's on-going efforts to recover the last two remaining modules of the Gift. Like a chess game, Rogdul moves his "pieces" ever closer to place Michael into check and bring an end to his life.
Not satisfied with what Michael explained of his troubles, over the following months Abigail Bruder concocts a series of schemes designed to uncover what else he is hiding from her.
And the plotting behind the scenes extends to Tiana itself. Civil war has broken out on Alowyn's home world and Count Tarjon finds his hold on power slipping from his grasp through the veiled instigations of the Elhadra. And neither they nor any other Tylani are aware of the abyss of secrets which lay hidden under the waters of Tiana, secrets which will lead to the world where the third component is hidden, a world which makes the trials and near-death experiences that Michael and his friends have faced previously pale in comparison.
And Maddy Ellis sinks deeper into her own personal abyss as the nightmares from the events at Smith's Falls rise still further over the course of the following year to live at the edges of her consciousness, and convincing her that she is losing her mind, a year fraught with danger and complications for everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. D. Blake
• Release date: Sep 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9781777185848

R. D. Blake

R.D. Blake recently retired from a successful accounting and business career. Even as a child, he had an interest in science in general and space in particular and loved reading science fiction. As a parent, he enjoyed entertaining his young children with inane and wild stories he would make up on the spot. And now he is turning that interest and talent toward a larger audience. He currently resides in Kitchener, Ontario Canada.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Unthinkable

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Lightning lit up the sky drowning the room in a white incandescence, as if magically etching their shadows into the wall opposite themselves, the enchantment only lasting until the darkness outside seized the night once again. Seconds later, a growling rumble surrounded them, shaking the windows in a matching and angry syncopation. Michael swallowed, his eyes flitting to her face and then away. Finally, he peered upwards toward the ceiling, saying, Where do I begin? How can I explain any of it?

She observed him shake his head slightly and close his eyes. I couldn’t imagine this being harder than when I had to tell my mother.

Abigail waited. This was the moment. The moment she’d been longing for all evening. Would Michael trust her enough? Enough to share what was behind the grief he had managed to conceal from everyone else—but not from her. Now—tonight—there was more pain than she had ever imagined: the real and compelling reason why he was here with her. She heard him inhale slightly, observe his lips press firmly together. Suddenly, his grip tightened about her hand.

I don’t know if you’re going to be able to believe any of this, Abigail. It’ll likely freak you out completely. He paused and swallowed again. You see...you see I’m not from around here. Really not from anywhere near Cantonville.

There was another flash, thunder crackling down upon them, seeming as if it had just exploded above the house. This time they both jumped; his hand almost crushing hers. Abigail pulled her fingers out of his grasp, shaking them to relieve the pain. Michael appeared oblivious to what he’d just done. She could see he was searching for words—trying to find a way to explain. The barriers he had built up, for who knew how long, were breaking, but it still wasn’t easy for him. He needed help.

We all know you’re adopted...that you used to live in Bloomington, she said softly, taking his hand again, hoping that would be enough to help him over this final hurdle. Whatever it was that was still holding him back.

Michael shook his head. No, no. That’s not what I mean. He ran his other hand through his damp hair. I didn’t know any of this before Mr. Gooden told me the truth about myself: my birth parents, where I’m really from. I thought...I thought I was just like everyone else.

He was continuing to confuse her. What did anything tonight, or earlier this year, have to do with their teacher from the junior high school? Then a rush of mad thoughts erupted into Abigail’s little brain. She took a sudden intake of breath herself. Did Michael know something? Or perhaps more perversely, did he have something to do with Mr. Gooden’s mysterious disappearance at the end of the eighth grade? And what about Mr. Hamm and Miss Braun? There had been more than just idle chatter swirling around the school hallways and the town a year ago, so many of her friends speculating that all three of their teachers had been murdered. Was that part of what had been troubling him all year? And Maddy Ellis? Was that the reason she hadn’t wanted anything to do with anyone back here? It would all make sense if—if... But—but how did any of this tie into Aloe? What she thought was the reason why Michael was here tonight. Abigail couldn’t help herself; impatience and bewilderment impulsively overruled her every other thought.

Just tell me, Michael. Start at the beginning.

He must have noticed the growing confusion on her face. For just a moment, a wry grin lit up his countenance—such a dramatic change from everything earlier. Does that mean anything?

You probably can’t imagine just how far back the beginning is. His forehead furrowed slightly. "Likely that doesn’t matter. You see, Mr. Gooden wasn’t what any of us thought. Any of us. He took another deep breath. But I guess that’s where it all really started for me. He gave me an old family heirloom...from my birth father." Birth father?! Gah! The secrets he’s been keeping! (In another place, in another situation, Abigail would have been gloating!) That’s how I first met Alow...Aloe. You see, she had one too. They’re called sumavel. Even though we didn’t really know how to use them, they connected us together. That’s when it began between the two of us. Way back in the sixth grade.

You’ve known her for that long? Been friends for four years? Abigail pretended to be surprised, hoping to conceal the fact that she had prised that particular tidbit of information out of Liam earlier in the year.

There was that odd brief grin again. Then Michael almost laughed. It didn’t start out like that, shaking his head at some memory. At first, I thought she could hardly stand me but...

His eyes grew distant once more. He was reliving whatever had just happened before showing up in front of her house, soaked to the skin, in the middle of this monster of a storm that was still crashing down about them like an entire orchestra of clashing cymbals and booming bass drums, whipping the trees around outside in a maelstrom of fury.

That’s why you wouldn’t...with Maddy?

He simply nodded his head and then let it hang down. Yeah, mostly. Like I said to you before at the Halloween dance last year, she didn’t really believe me when I told her I already had a girlfriend. His voice constricted with his next words. How could she? How could I have ever explained it?

Just how much longer was Michael going to beat around the bush? Abigail still didn’t get what he was saying. It’s time to take charge! He was fumbling, still too afraid to tell her much of anything. Really! Just how bad could it be?

What’s happened between you and Aloe? There, that was direct. He wanted to answer. Had to answer!

Michael raised his head and squeezed her hand, this time gently.

I have to explain what it means to be bound. What a binding commits one to among Aloe’s people.

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Mary Liddle was up in her son’s room, trying not to let her spiking anxiousness cause her to search too frantically. At the moment, Michael’s lack of orderliness was her chief concern. Just where would he have left it? On several occasions, she’d seen him put his comdisc in the top drawer of his desk but, tonight of all nights, it wasn’t there! She just hoped and prayed he hadn’t taken it with him. She rummaged through the remainder of his desk, finally, in exasperation, pulling the drawers out and tipping their contents onto his bed. What a bunch of junk he kept! She found the promise bracelet of Alowyn’s—and two others, one which appeared to be made out of his own hair. She thought Alowyn had kept that one, but Mary Liddle felt she didn’t have the time to dwell on what its presence here might signify. She had to find his comdisc!

She went through his bedside table. Not there either! She pulled at her hair, not giving any consideration to how that action mimicked her son when he was frustrated. At first, she had believed using Michael’s comdisc would have been quicker and safer than using the telephone. And stupidly, she had left her own comdisc in her purse which she had neglected to bring home from the office. She decided she’d give up searching after a few more minutes. She needed to reach Matt and Ellen! They and the baby were counting on her!

She stared at Michael’s clothes dresser. There was no other place to look in the room. She opened the top drawer where he kept his socks. Most of them were loose and unmatched. Mary Liddle gave up shoving them about as she anxiously searched for the communications device. She yanked the drawer out and upended it on the floor, thereafter dropping to her knees. Amidst the scattered contents, she finally found the shiny, round device. She didn’t bother to wonder what absurd logic her son had employed, deciding to store it in among his many socks. In one rapid motion, she snatched it up and depressed its centre.

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Count Tarjon marched along the corridor, striding at such a pace that even the towering guards accompanying him were having trouble keeping up. If the message he had received was true... That little, rebellious, pampered, know-it-all thing of a girl who thought she... No matter! He still had everything in hand. The Count would use this last disobedient act of hers to solidify his position, and that of his clan. It proved what he had known all along: she had never been worthy of ruling the empire. And just as fully, he was convinced that this intolerable child lacked even the slightest of capacities to understand what she had unleashed through this, her final act of immaturity. He had always been certain of the weakness intrinsic within her family, undeserving as they were of holding the position they had been granted through the long-held traditions and observances of the empire. Now things would change for the betterment of all the Tylani people.

He was finally approaching her private quarters. There were other guards and sundry palace dignitaries milling about, intermingled and interspersed within the queen’s Haruttuyema attendants. After issuing several terse commands, the Count waited while his own security cleared the area. Unobtrusively, he noted the blood on the garments of several of the queen’s attendants. That observation led him to consider other aspects of the situation, and he calmly requested that a number of other tasks be undertaken. He wanted all of this recorded. At a sign from the presiding captain of the palace guard, he strode into the queen’s chambers, allowing himself to be guided to where she was, comporting his face to display sorrow, but overlaying it with a resoluteness to deal with whatever had just occurred. The iron, acrid smell of blood pervaded the room and several Varshti were standing beside the body, though almost disregarding it—that lack of action communicated its own message to him. Yet the Count needed to be certain.

He approached the healers, bowing slightly to acknowledge their official position in these circumstances. They awaited him to initiate the conversation.

Tell me the truth. Only what you know as fact.

The most senior, one with whom he had a long familiarity, dipped her head slightly deeper than his own expression of respect. She spoke evenly as required by her profession, whatever she truly felt completely hidden. The queen is dead by a puncture to the heart. Death resulted primarily through blood loss. The heart muscle continued to function until, like all else, the lack of blood caused it to weaken and then fail.

The Count noted the large pool of blood surrounding the queen’s upper body.

The Varshti continued. The puncture was accomplished through the means of this needle. Another of her guild brought forward an open case whose sole contents were a red-tinged, long and narrow spike. The queen’s own fingerprints and DNA are evident upon it. There are no others. The older woman paused. The Count decided to wait her out. There is no evidence of an altercation. No sign of brute force being applied to her. You know yourself of the security placed about this area. There is no doubt in our minds... Still, she hesitated. The Count understood her next words would guide his own decisions. ...she took her own life.

He understood this admission was not one to be given lightly, for its ramifications and the ensuing consequences would be felt throughout the empire, not only for the Council, but for many of the other ruling elites. A great realignment of political interest and influence would be underway even before this night reached its natural end.

The Count felt it difficult to keep his expression sombre. He couldn’t have planned this out better himself. The entire network of worlds had been on the cusp of participating in the celebration of this binding. Now they would only experience a deep sense of disquiet and devastation once the news spread—not what they or anyone needed at this moment with the unending civil disturbances occurring across the empire. Further, there was enough tension with the war fleet currently on the edge of the solar systems containing the Yeddura worlds.

The Count allowed himself to take a deep breath, attempting to maintain his façade of sorrow. He looked about the room, noting that several of the Morshu had arrived. They would know the proper traditions to invoke after they had consulted with the Varshti and were apprised of the heinous facts. Nodding to the woman, the Count thanked her and expressed his solemn gratitude for her Order’s efforts and the manner in which they had fulfilled their duty to the empire.

The Varshti demurred. It was too late. She had passed on before we arrived. The attendants only discovered her after her life had come to its final end. The Count detected the first indications of emotion in the voice of this woman. Perhaps this outcome is best for all. If we had been able to revive her, what kind of life would have remained for her to endure? As you well understand, our customs do not hold with taking one’s own life.

The Count dipped his head slightly to acknowledge that intrinsic truth. You will, of course, forward the entirety of your findings to me. The facts must be shared with all of our people.

He did not await her response, leaving the death scene, issuing more commands to his guards and the attendants, preparing himself to be the spokesman for the unthinkable.

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C’lmdur communed with his dragon host. Ten million of his brethren awaited the Tylani war fleet approaching the Yeddura worlds. All of the W’nryl assembled here were prepared for what needed to be done. Already, many were reading the minds of the invaders, learning what must be understood of their intentions, of their war plans, and the extent and array of the weaponry they possessed.

The dragon king closed his eyes, concentrating. From his long life he was well aware that no matter how much one prepared, the unexpected occurred. He only hoped he and his kindred would not fail the test.

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For the moment, the worst of the storm’s fury appeared to have moved on; the lightning and thunder had rampaged off to the east. Only a heavy, thudding shower was drumming down on the roof. Abigail shifted closer, twining her fingers into Michael’s, peering up into his eyes, hoping, by closing the gap between them, it would act to overcome the final barrier keeping him from unburdening himself. He had started, but it was proving harder than she had ever imagined it would be. Just how much had Michael been holding in?

Binding? What do you mean? she asked.

It’s what her people do when they intend... He stopped again and swallowed several times; his face twisting into something which only a deep sorrow could produce. His hands began to visibly tremble. Abigail moved right up against him and placed her free hand on his shoulder. That seemed to help, though it was debatable. After contorting his lips into something that might have been a grimace, Michael added in a strangled whisper, When they promise to marry each other.

Abigail jerked, then shifted her position slightly to search his face. This was the truth. At least to him.

Wait! You and Aloe were planning...? Wanted to get married? But...but you’re...we’re all too young to think—

His black scowl stopped her cold. I know. I know. We heard that from everyone. The bitterness in his voice was so blatant. No one wanted to believe how we feel...how we felt about each other. Not my mother... He shook his head and snorted. Not her parents! You wouldn’t believe what we... Never mind. That part doesn’t matter. None of it matters anymore. That note of unadulterated anguish reappeared in his voice again.

Why? What happened, Michael? Abigail asked quietly, tightly holding on to her own churning emotions.

I saw her. I saw her! She’s bound herself to another. It’s...it’s all over between us.

Clearly, nothing in these admissions was easing his suffering. They were only dragging him deeper into the abyss of his personal ordeal.

Michael, what are you saying? She’s promised herself to someone else?

He blinked and said in another staggered breath, No. No, worse than that.

Abigail was certain her eyes had literally widened into circles.

She’s engaged?

Michael shook his head listlessly.

Married? But...? Her voice trailed off. No wonder he’s like this!

But Michael didn’t acknowledge her question; he was staring down at the floor. He dropped her hand, seemingly indifferent to her presence, to everything about himself, now having confessed to what she imagined lay at the heart of his reasons for coming to see her here tonight.

Abigail almost leapt right off the couch and was certain her head was within mere inches of the ceiling when a sudden, persistent and loud banging began on the front door. And the doorbell started right in afterwards, chiming incessantly, like a five-alarm fire. She looked over Michael’s shoulder toward the entranceway, trying to decide whether or not to answer it. This was such an important moment, but he was frozen, completely unresponsive, both to her and the ongoing racket filling the living room. Like he isn’t even here. The knocks at the door grew louder, more insistent, like someone was intending on using a battering ram next. Just who is it that’s out there? And in this weather? Argh! Couldn’t they have shown up at some other time?!

Abigail glanced at Michael again. Then breathing out heavily with more exasperation than she thought it possible to possess over the entirety of her remaining lifetime, she rose to her feet. She had only just begun to turn the doorknob when the door was shoved open. Her eyes felt like they were about to explode right out of their sockets when, in the midst of the wind-driven rain gusting into the house, she discovered who was standing out on her front porch.

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Her back was still turned toward him. Outwardly, seemingly, M’rell had given up the fight. E’lyrd would have much preferred her exhibiting anew that earlier fury of hers. Not this. Not this apathetic, uncaring surrender—this walling off of herself—rather than revealing the true mettle he knew lay deep and quiescent within her. He’d had to intervene in the hallway outside her personal quarters after several others had been injured. M’rell had fought like one of those Sulvu. Even then it had been difficult to maintain a hold on her. E’lyrd surveyed his arms, now bearing netted skeins of deep scratches. And he could feel the ones on his face. Likely, he wasn’t a pretty sight, but he couldn’t care less about his physical appearance. M’rell was all that mattered. Even images of fair, lovely Maria couldn’t long take his thoughts away from his cherished sister.

Their transport was currently conveying them away from the city of Q’arnel to wherever those who oversaw the V’rdur deemed it best for them to begin. E’lyrd had no idea of what the two of them would face—only that it would involve a crisis—perhaps a number of them. They would choose to survive them, surmount them, or as he understood, simply accept them and thereby be defeated. There were only two choices, two outcomes: life or death.

M’rell was unmoving; she hadn’t said a word since he’d managed to tussle her out of the building which housed her private accommodations, now sagging like a doll up against the wall of the tram, for all intents and purposes having given up, though he thought he could detect a growing rigidity along the lines of her back. She hadn’t really surrendered. A considerable amount of fight still remained within her, or so he would continue to hope.

He smiled ruefully, recalling their long years of life together, first as small children, seemingly always knowing what the other was thinking and what each would do next. She had always been the brighter one. And even though she was the younger and the slighter, she was the one who had shielded him from the other children of their own age, despite the fact that he was larger and more muscular than most. But now, for now, until this was over and she was healed, he would be her protector. As he sat across from her, once again E’lyrd tried to imagine the despair she had concealed within herself, what she had allowed to fester and grow until it had eroded all that she truly was.

Sensing that the vehicle was slowing, E’lyrd glanced over at his sister. On the surface, she continued to remain inert: her body curled in about herself and seemingly insensate to her surroundings and uninterested in any future with him or for herself. No, he would choose to believe otherwise, that there was more than just a spark of life flickering within her.

Moments later, the tram came to a stop, its doors opening to reveal stark bare stone.

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Liam, then Maria, stepped into the front hallway. While he slammed the door shut, without a spoken word, Maria ran over to where Michael was sitting. She grabbed at his arm to pull him up, but he remained unresponsive, seemingly lifeless.

Michael! Your mother called us. She needs you! she shouted out above the renewed tumult of the storm. Your uncle and aunt’s car slid off the road. The baby might be coming. They need your help!

She tugged at him again.

Abigail inwardly groaned. It was all going to come to an end. Here. Now! Just when—just when... She tried to conceal her frustration, finally becoming aware that Liam was observing her, rather closely. Too closely. Now what exactly is he thinking about? Brushing her wind-blown hair away from her face, Abigail decided to take control of whatever was actually unfolding here.

What’s going on, Maria?

The other girl had finally dragged Michael up onto his feet.

We need to get Michael home. His mother’s going loca! Wild! His aunt and uncle went off the road outside Selbyville and his aunt’s baby is almost due and his uncle thinks it’s about to happen now. She paused, almost as if she had to come up with more of an explanation. He needs to go with his mother to find them...and take them to the hospital. She turned to Michael again. C’mon Michael. Wake up. Your mother...they all need you. You know what that means.

At last, he appeared to be rising up and out of wherever his thoughts had driven him, more alert, more like his old self. Where...where is she?

At home. C’mon, you have to leave now! Maria insisted. There might not be much more time. Or you’ll be too late!

Michael twisted his head about and stared at Abigail, opening his mouth, but it was obvious to her that he was already reconsidering, only stammering out as he began to move, Sorry, I’ve...I’ve got to go.

Running to the door, he flung it open and darted out into the storm. She followed him to the entranceway, but he was already lost in the heavy downpour. A flicker of lightning flared, lifting the street out of its gloom, but it revealed nothing she could detect with her eyes. He’s gone. Gone.

Abigail slowly closed the door, discovering herself completely and totally soaked again. Leaning back against its broad surface, she thought their chance was gone too. Just like that. Gradually, she realized that she’d been lost in her thoughts and that Maria, in the interim, had approached and was now standing in front of her.

Why was Michael here with you, Abigail?

She felt like brushing the girl off. What business was it of hers anyway? Obviously, Maria had been blind to Michael’s relationship issues with Aloe, but Liam was still regarding her in a curious, most unusual fashion. He knew or thought he knew something. Maybe she could turn this around and find out something more. Anything! Michael had only begun to tell her what was troubling him. There had to be more than just this farcical yet disturbing news about planning to marry Aloe. Was she? Had she? Had she actually married someone else? Today? And just how old was she anyway? No one in the United States was allowed to get married when they were only fifteen! At least Abigail didn’t think so. She needed to figure this all out. But how to go about it? Definitely, it would require more than just the next few seconds to gather her thoughts. To get her little brain functioning again. She returned to the couch and picked up a towel from the floor and began to dry herself off.

He came over to talk. If you haven’t noticed, he’s been more than a little down lately.

Maria had followed her. Exactly what did he say to you?

There was more than just concern in her voice: there was a skein of tension. Maybe she had been wrong about Maria and the girl knew something about Michael and Aloe. About what was going on between them. Abigail decided to be vague about it, a little stupid, but still truthful.

Just stuff mostly. Where he’s from. Mr. Gooden. Something called a sumavel...whatever that is. How he met Aloe with it. That they became... Abigail paused for effect. Let’s see. He said something about binding...being bound. Sounded serious to me anyway.

She glanced over at Liam. He was going bug-eyed. Bingo! Maria had tracked her eyes to Liam too.

Then he told me that Aloe is...has become bound to someone else. Like it just happened. And he told me ‘it’s all over.’ I didn’t really get my head around all of that, but it sounds like she’s broken up with him.

Abigail allowed her eyes to flit between her two unexpected and more than just unwelcomed guests, waiting for one of them to react. Liam was the first. Exactly what she had anticipated.

But that would never happen, he countered. Those two are so tight it makes Jacqueline and I look like—

Maria slashed her hand through the air, cutting him off. Not here, Liam! Not now. She turned to face Abigail, almost eyeball to eyeball. I don’t know why he’d say any of that to you, but you have to promise us you’ll never tell this to anyone else. No one. This is too important. For Michael, and for us, to spread it around like you do with everything else.

Apparently, it was now Maria’s turn to wait.

Abigail decided to continue to play dumb. She shrugged her shoulders. I wasn’t planning on doing anything like that. Whatever Michael tells me is private...just between the two of us. If I didn’t know you were two of his best friends, I wouldn’t have told you even this much. He’s pretty upset about Aloe.

Maria shook her head. I almost can’t believe you, but I saw his face. I know how much she loves him. It doesn’t make any sense: that she’d give up on him. Something else must be going on. It must be. A look of decision set itself firmly onto her features. Liam. He started. We have to find Michael.

To do what exactly?

Maria glanced at Abigail quickly, then back to the redhead. Abigail could see her rolling her eyes. I’ll tell you later, si? C’mon, before it’s too late.

She grabbed Liam’s arm and headed for the door. Abigail followed behind them. Maria heaved the door open, revealing that the rain had dramatically eased off and that the wind had also died down. She saw the two of them look at each other and then rush out into the drizzle. They bounded off the porch into the surrounding darkness and were almost immediately lost in its murk. Abigail tried to watch, to follow them with her eyes, but, as it had been with Michael, she never caught sight of them even when she thought they should have passed under a street light.

She remained out on the porch, pondering and re-pondering the events of the last two hours. A sharp, earthy tang was in the air, but it did little to lift her mood. Michael had come to her and had sought her out as the only one who could possibly help him. Hadn’t that been the beginning of her dreams for the two of them? For him to want her? To consider her as the friend no one else could be? Tonight had been so painful for him, and she imagined that it wasn’t over yet. And it had been painful for her too, to wait for him to say what he would. Abigail understood so little of what he’d actually told her: Mr. Gooden; the sumavel—that was still a big question in her mind; where he was really from; this binding, the promise of marriage. None of it made any sense. Maybe that was part of Michael’s problem. Nothing was normal.

But there were a few things she knew for certain. Michael and Aloe had broken up. And it was causing him more than just a serious bout of heartache. Well, when didn’t breakups hurt? Though, almost regrettably, she had no personal experiences to draw upon when it came to something like that. And—and Aloe had loved him. Maybe still did. Those words of Maria’s had wounded her. Had battered her resurrected hopes for Michael and herself. Everything had been so promising until those two had shown up! Just exactly what was Maria planning to do with Liam? She had the growing sense now that those two knew far more about whatever was going on in the grand scheme of things than she did at the present moment. It was obvious from how Maria had figuratively choked off Liam from saying anything further. But what am I supposed to do now? She turned to look back into the house through the open front door. So much was still unresolved. There were more questions than answers. She sighed. When it came to Michael that always seemed to be the case, and this wasn’t exactly the way she had wanted to start her summer vacation.

Abigail decided it was time to head back inside and clean up the new mess in the entranceway and by the couch. As she closed the front door, she heard the dryer buzz. The first load of wet clothes and towels were done. And with that, an idea bloomed in her mind.

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He had only taken a few steps into the downpour, hardly reaching the sidewalk, before he portalled himself into the front hallway.

Mom! Mom! Michael yelled out.

He skidded into the kitchen, discovering her standing by the telephone, already garbed in a raincoat. Michael thought he’d never seen her look more anxious.

She started at his appearance, knocking over the umbrella propped up against the wall.

Thank goodness, you’re finally here! She threw her arms about his shoulders, briefly hugging him, oblivious to his soaked condition. We need to find Matt and Ellen! He hasn’t called me back and I can’t get through to 911 or the hospital. All the lines are jammed. I’ve been stuck on their automated answering system.

Where are they?

The first or second concession on route 80, past Selbyville. Here, I can show you on the map.

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They reappeared on the roadway, discovering his uncle’s car down near the bottom of a long embankment. The vehicle was still running. The tires appeared halfway sunk into the mud. The interior lights were on, but the windows were so fogged up only the dim outlines of the figures inside could be made out. Michael portalled them closer, and his mother rapped on the side door and then opened it. He peered around her, afraid of what they might find. Uncle Matt was in the driver’s seat, leaning over toward Ellen, his arm wrapped about her shoulder. Whatever he’d just been saying, he stopped the moment he saw them. His aunt’s brow was knotted and she was panting heavily.

We’re here. Finally! How are you doing, Ellen?

Don’t know, she gasped out. She tried to smile but failed in the attempt. First time...not sure what to expect. My water’s broke. And I’m having contractions. They’re hurting. Hurting and coming on strong.

His mother studied Ellen and turned partway back to face him. I don’t think we should try to move her.

His uncle cut in. Mary, there’s no way we can get the car back up onto the road. It would take a tow truck. Maybe two of them. We’ll have to carry her.

His mother ignored his uncle’s outburst. You’re going to have to do it, Michael. We’ll just have to tell them afterwards. It’s likely time anyway. Take the car and all of us to the hospital parking lot. We’ll get help from there.

Michael hesitated, looking beyond her and straight into his uncle’s eyes. Mom?

I know. I understand. But we have to save Ellen and the baby. She’s bleeding. There’s no time to do it another way. Ellen, Matt, something very strange is about to happen. Please, please, don’t worry about it. Just accept it and let Michael save us all.

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CHAPTER TWO

What’s This About Secrets?

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"It’s time."

She remained unmoving, still refusing to face him. E’lyrd had already unloaded the sparse amount of equipment and food which had been provided to them for their foray into the V’rdur. He hesitated to force his sister to vacate their transport. The single-car tram would remain here until it sensed their departure. The track was sealed off from the entranceway into this location by doors they could not breach.

He waited.

When he could bear it no more, E’lyrd acted to remove her from her seat. His hands were in reach of her shoulders when M’rell finally rose from her seeming lethargy.

This is just another game to you, isn’t it, E’lyrd? Save your precious little sister from herself. Be the hero once more. I’m sick of your games, brother. I’m quite capable of looking after myself. Of making my own decisions. Leave me. Find your own way out of this place. I asked for none of this. And I don’t need you or your cloying sympathy. She shifted her head slightly in his direction. "How dare you choose for me! As if I’m some weak, little child. I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. Save it for others."

E’lyrd had no words to counter hers. M’rell could always win any argument. But this was no argument, and if there were games to be played, this was one he would not participate in. All he had was his love for her. That was all he could offer.

All I know is I choose life. For both of us. And love.

Those last words struck a chord in his sister—for a slight tremor rode up her back. For him, that was enough: proof that she was not dead and that hope remained. As he moved to touch her, E’lyrd wished mightily that whatever they might encounter together, those trials would flame it back into full and glorious light.

_______§_______

"There! He’s in the hospital outside the emergency ward. For once, you had a good idea, Liam."

Thanks, Cuz, the redhead replied. It’s about time you noticed. I’m not just a super-duper flyer and all-round great guy.

Maria rolled her eyes. Just how many times had she done that already tonight, ever since they’d both received comdisc calls from Michael’s mother? Fortunately, it hadn’t taken long for Liam to show up. Upon his arrival, Maria had made herself invisible and then had snuck out of her room and out of the house. After making Liam invisible too, he’d flown them both over the town while she used her x-ray vision to search for Michael. It hadn’t been easy with the storm raging all about them. Liam had built what he described as a gravity shield, which protected them from both the rain and the wind. They had tried all of the obvious places: the diner, then Scott’s and Justin’s homes, then a few of Michael’s other classmates. Abigail’s had been one of the last on the mental list Maria had put together.

Why Michael had turned to Abigail Bruder to pour out whatever his troubles were with Alowyn, Maria still didn’t get it. How could he trust someone like her? On and off, Abigail had been poking around the three of them for the better part of the last school year. There were times, like this one, when she thought she would never understand what went on inside Michael’s head. Not that it mattered right now. Something must have happened between him and Alowyn. Something serious. That was clear enough. But hadn’t that been true in so many ways since Alowyn had met Michael? The Ideema, their prophecy, the Search, her parents being killed (better said, more likely being assassinated), then being crowned queen with all the attendant duties and responsibilities which that role entailed, and then almost being assassinated herself—how could any sane person assume a relationship wouldn’t have problems with all of that going on?

Maria remembered back to the conversation she and Alowyn had had, just between themselves, after their Yucatan exploits had come to an end. At that time, the princess had confessed to being so deeply in love with Michael. Could it have ended? It just didn’t make sense. But then again, not much had since learning she was a Uhala.

Still, once she had this situation between Michael and Alowyn sorted out, Maria silently vowed she would uncover whatever was going on between Liam and Abigail Bruder. Those supposed hidden looks had stated quite clearly that those two had some kind of nebulous connection with each other, one which she hadn’t been aware of, and one she suspected would eventually cause trouble for both her and the others.

Further, Maria remained uncertain if Michael had said as much to Abigail as the girl claimed he had, but somehow, or from someone else, she had learned a great deal not only about Alowyn (it was beyond her at the moment why the gossip queen was referring to the princess as Aloe) but also about Michael. She was beginning to strongly suspect one particular person. She glanced over at Liam.

OK. Set us down just outside the entranceway. When it’s clear, I’ll make us visible again.

She led the way into the emergency ward waiting room where they found Michael sitting apart from everyone else, still soaking wet, limply holding a towel in his hands. They joined him, sitting down on both of his sides.

How’s it going, buddy? Everything good now? Liam asked.

Maria noticed Michael hesitate before he answered. Yeah, yep. My aunt’s in the maternity ward now and my uncle and mother are with her too. I don’t know if everything...the baby or Aunt Ellen...will be OK or not. It’s still too soon to be certain about it. But my mom came out a few minutes ago to tell me things are improving. She’s planning on staying here until she knows for sure.

You must have gotten here pretty fast, eh?

Michael glanced furtively about the room, finally whispering just loud enough for them to hear, I had to portal them. There wasn’t time to drive them here. I don’t know if my aunt understood what I did but my uncle... He almost jumped out of his pants, but Mom managed to calm him down soon enough. I guess she’ll do the explaining. Whatever needs to be said. Maybe later tonight.

So are you going to hang out here much longer?

A distant look grew to fill Michael’s eyes. They were losing their focus. He answered in a stammer. I don’t...I don’t know. I...I can’t think about anything else right now.

He avoided looking at the two of them.

Maria understood that this was the moment. Michael...about Alowyn. She observed him stiffen, instantly becoming more alert. Abigail told us. We know something’s wrong between the two of you. I... She flicked her eyes to Liam, then back again. We want to help...if we can.

Michael glanced at the two of them, then pretended to find something else more interesting to look at across the room. It doesn’t matter. No one can help. It’s... Everything’s over. Finished. It’s too late.

Maria reached for his hand, but he jerked his arm away. She swung her head toward Liam. For once he was tongue-tied. No help there. Likely just as well. She replied tentatively, still uncertain, I don’t know what’s happened, but Alowyn would never abandon you.

She could see Michael begin to struggle. He stood up, putting some distance between himself and them. It’s no use. You wouldn’t understand. You don’t know what’s been going on between us. He turned away. Maybe...maybe I should have told you, but we’ve...we’ve all had enough problems. Each of us. It was my...my problem, not yours.

Maria rose to her feet and approached him, slowly putting her arm about his waist, leaning into him slightly. I don’t want you to give up on her. Despite the situation, her thoughts briefly turned to E’lyrd. Are you sure?

He nodded and his voice was a strangled one. She’s already...bonded herself to another. Most likely, it’s already happened.

Maria felt him almost turn into a fuller embrace with her, but he checked himself.

But you don’t know. Really? For certain? she asked in a near-whisper.

He shook his head slowly. I didn’t stay long enough.

I know it might be hard, but this is too important to leave any doubts about it. Take us all there. Maybe...maybe I can talk to her. Find out the reasons.

Michael’s voice suddenly became hard, brittle, cold, bitter. I know the reasons. I’m the reason!

Maria didn’t really comprehend what he meant by saying that. Please. I understand you think you know, but sometimes there’s more. She’s had a hard year herself. Her family killed, becoming queen. Fearing what the Elhadra might do. We all know what it’s like to be afraid. Sometimes...sometimes you don’t, you can’t think straight. Maria pulled at his arm. I’m afraid right now too. There might be Nomi where she is, but I’m willing to go. You’re the only one who can take us there, Michael. You know that. And you’re with friends. We’ll be there for you whatever we discover...together.

Michael’s eyes finally pirouetted to meet hers, and she waited for his answer.

_______§_______

Mary Liddle sat alone in the maternity ward waiting room. Matt had gone to purchase a coffee for himself and a tea for her, deciding they might as well prepare themselves for a long night. From the look her brother had given her as he left the room, she knew it was time for some further explanations.

She had run through a slew of scenarios over the last year and a half, mulling over how she would break the news to her family about Michael. None had included doing it in a hospital or under these circumstances. All the same, she felt her brother’s greater responsibility at the moment was to concentrate on Ellen and her condition and, of course, the baby. Finding out about what Michael had done to bring them here to the hospital didn’t seem all that important—but then her brother wasn’t her.

Matt rambled in, holding two steaming cups in his hands, joining her, sitting down heavily in the chair adjacent to her own. For the most part he was dry. Michael had done something with his portal force-fields that had squeezed most of the water out of his clothes. Despite that, her brother still appeared damp and his hair was every which way. Mary Liddle smiled inside herself. He’s so much like Michael at times. He handed her a cup. It smelled good. He must have found an in-house food service kiosk offering Earl Grey. Sometimes, Matt still surprised her. He lifted his eyebrows. There wasn’t any point in putting it off.

I guess you want to know what happened? she asked quietly. There were other people in the room, some nervous-looking men pacing or sitting, their legs twitching, their feet drumming the floor—first timers, no doubt. She took a light sip of her tea, delaying the words that would forever change things between her brother and herself. Maybe everything.

Where to begin? she mused mostly to herself. We’ve always considered Michael a special child, haven’t we, Matt? We and the entire family. Mary Liddle paused, drumming up what fortitude she could, preparing to commit herself fully to what had to be shared. He’s more than just that. I only found out a little less than two years ago. You remember, when I was suspicious about what he was doing that summer? The trouble I thought he was getting himself mixed up in? Her brother just grunted. It was something else entirely. He’s...he wasn’t born on...oh, you’re going to find this so hard to believe.

You don’t have to say anything more, Mary. He’s an ET, her brother finished for her. How else could he have brought us here in a blink of an eye?

You’re making this easier than I imagined it would be, she admitted candidly to him. Yes, yes, Michael...we...he found out when he was in the sixth grade. There was this teacher...

Over the next hour, she provided her brother with an abbreviated version of her son’s story. Matt only asked a few questions, side-tracked often enough whenever the doors to the ward opened or they heard a baby crying.

So that’s it in a nutshell. Your nephew is an alien.

Matt chuckled for a few seconds afterwards. Mary, I knew he was one of a kind. Well almost, if there are three others. And all kids, huh? What a crazy world. Uh, maybe, galaxy would be a better word. Those questions I’ve always had about what it all means when Michael and I were sitting together around the campfire at Mom and Dad’s and looking up at the stars, some of those answers were sitting there right across from me. Matt shook his head. I expect it’s going to take me a while to process all of this. And we’ll have to tell El...at the right time. This likely isn’t—

A doctor came into the room asking for Matt. We’re at the point where you’ll want to come in and do your part. Everything’s looking good. It shouldn’t be much longer.

Her brother gave her such a look that was so full of relief and so much anticipation that Mary Liddle almost felt as if she’d never really known her brother until this moment.

Gotta go, Mary. The nine month wait is finally over. It’s daddy time.

Remember to be a husband too.

She stood up with him, giving Matt a fierce and quick hug. Then he was gone.

_______§_______

He didn’t understand why he was back here, floating above the Garden Circle, invisible to the huge crowds milling about below them and filling the exterior courtyards of the immense castle. There were untold millions upon millions of Tylani in attendance, their numbers stretching out beyond the range of his vision and filling the entirety of the city of Tivelyl and likely well beyond its precincts. His eyes pivoted over the enormous palace grounds, discovering it festooned in immeasurable seas of riotously-coloured flowers and blossoms, garnished in inestimable miles of ribbon, and set amidst uncountable multitudes of flags and banners: all signs of a huge celebration—all of which only deadened Michael’s heart even further.

How could he have agreed to return and watch the love of his life willingly give herself to someone else? Michael couldn’t think straight, hardly draw in a breath. Or feel anything. He might as well be dead. There was no hope despite what Maria and Liam were saying to him. Hope? That was for someone else. Not him. Not Michael Liddle. Somehow, he had managed to hold himself together for his mother and Uncle Matt and Aunt Ellen. Michael didn’t know what he needed at the moment. Or what to do. Certainly, none of it included returning here and choosing to portal back in time. Maria had insisted on that last condition: that if not to the exact minute he had left Tiana, that it not be more than an hour afterwards. She hadn’t explained, other than to say that she had a feeling about it. That it was important that he not leave the situation to fester, her words, any longer than that. He didn’t see the point. It wasn’t like he could do anything to change Alowyn’s mind.

You need to find her, Michael. Maria’s words partially brought him out of his grey and enervating thoughts. He felt her wrap her arm about his waist. It will take me too long to x-ray the entire palace. You know better where to look.

He mutely followed her instructions, casting out several dozen portal windows throughout the palace. The Grand Plaza came into view in front of them: more crowds; rows and rows, tier upon tier of seating; a raised platform; vast profusions of flowers everywhere; fountains lighted and splashing; ethereal, majestic music filling the atmosphere. A small number of male Tylani were already standing on the stage. Michael skewed his eyes away. He didn’t want to discover who she had chosen—chosen over him.

It doesn’t look like the ceremony has started yet, Maria remarked in a near-whisper.

His eyes took him to the portal window displaying the room where he had observed Alowyn being dressed. Her attendants were still present, but she was absent. Michael almost breathed out a sigh of relief at not seeing her again—so happy and so full of anticipation—but not for him, no, not ever again for him.

Buddy, you better take a look at this. We need to get in there, like asap! El pronto!

Michael couldn’t care less about whatever Liam was prattling on about.

Michael! It’s Alowyn! She’s...she’s... Please! Oh, please! Take us to her before it’s too late!

Maria suddenly gripped his jaw and turned it to face another portal window. Michael took in Alowyn, but his mind couldn’t comprehend what his eyes were communicating to him. She was sprawled out on the floor, a growing pool of blood expanding beneath her. He stared, deaf to Maria’s further pleadings, unable to feel any of her tugging at his arm, shaking him. Then, then in the ensuing moment his mind came out of its deep funk. What!!

They were in her chambers in a blink of an eye. Michael was down on his knees, ignoring the blood soaking into his pants, feeling the urge, the desperate need to pick Alowyn up, to hold her against himself, but he was afraid, so afraid she—she was... He couldn’t bring himself to think it!

Michael, the dragons! We need to take her to C’ryemon. I can see her heart is still beating. But it’s...it’s slow. Erratic. You—

She was unable to finish, for Michael portalled the four of them into a healing chamber in the dragon city on B’arnith.

Stay here with her. I’ll find C’lmdur, I’marld, someone.

Michael vanished, portalling into the king and queen’s throne room. No one was there! Feeling desperate, he shot multiple portals throughout the dragon city. But not a single dragon was to be found. Where are they all? He sent his windows outside the city to the surrounding mountainside. A frenetic terror was rising up inside himself as if he was in the crushing grip of one of the very beings he was searching for. He needed to return to be with Alowyn before—before... Finally, upon a crenulated ridge, Michael spied out several dragon-shaped figures. He winked himself out of the throne room, coming to float in front of them.

If he had startled them, they didn’t betray it. I’marld bowed to him, as did her three children.

There’s no time for that! Read my mind. Alowyn. Alowyn! She’s almost—

Say no more, Chosen of the Great Lady. We hear your need! I am sending aid. Go to her now and await us. We will join you in but a few minutes’ time. Come, children.

The dragon queen ceased her mental communications, leaping from the crest of the mountain to catch an updraft. The three younger dragons followed, the black one glancing back to curiously regard him.

Michael watched only long enough to ensure that they were on their way, and then he disappeared, joining the other two by the mud baths. Already, one of the pools was filling and troops of red crabs were marching into the room. Maria and Liam were down on their knees by Alowyn’s side. Maria had torn off a panel of Alowyn’s gown and was pressing it up against her chest. In the interim, more blood had pooled onto the stone floor. So much! Too much! Michael joined them, cradling Alowyn in his arms, stroking her face.

She’s so cold! he groaned out.

Her heart’s hardly beating, Maria whispered by his side. What else can we do?

He didn’t need to reply, for they all heard I’marld’s voice break into their minds. The bath is almost prepared. Allow the Yukor to place the young one within it. You males must depart, for she must be undressed and other intimate tasks carried out. Do not despair for there is yet time to succour her. Go. Cleanse yourselves. All that can be done has been made ready.

_______§_______

"Just in the nick of time, eh buddy?"

The boys were lathering up in one of the bathing chambers. How can you make jokes at a time like this? We might have found Alowyn dead! She...she still might not make it!

All the turmoil of the last few hours came out in one loud detonation. Michael felt like throttling his friend.

Hey, easy now, Liam replied above the sound of the splashing water. Everything worked out. She’s going to be OK. Those dragons fixed you up fine the last time. You almost died yourself, if you’d care to remember. Same thing with Maria from what she told me.

I think you’d be saying something else entirely if it was Jacqueline in that pool, Michael said rebukingly, not concealing any of the bitterness he was feeling. Or if she had dumped you for some other guy.

He turned away from Liam and jumped out of the pool.

Yeah, I guess you’re right there, pal. Just trying to say the worst is over, Liam replied. It should be all smooth sailing from here on, eh?

It’s easy for you to see it that way. She still doesn’t want to be with me. Don’t you get it?! Michael answered in a near curse. Alowyn was all set to marry someone else!

Liam made a big show of levering himself out of the expansive tub. Boy, I wonder how big a job it would be to take one of these home with me? Of course, I’d have a lot of explaining to do with my mom. He glanced up at Michael from the side of the pool. Are you sure about Alowyn really, really, really wanting to end it with you? That’s not the girl I know.

She lost her parents, had to become the queen. She changed, Liam. I felt she was drifting away from me bit by bit over most of the last year. Michael was pulling on the robe left for him by the Yukor. His own clothes had been covered in far too much of Alowyn’s blood. Then...then she took something I did the wrong way and... He pulled at his hair. ...and sicced Jordy on me. She wanted him to kill me. I couldn’t...I couldn’t go back and try and explain.

Yeah, I’ve heard about that oversized kitten from Maria, but it sounds to me like you committed a ‘faux-pas.’ That’s French-Canadian by the way. It means you made a big mistake.

Michael scowled at Liam. You don’t have to tell me that. I was stupid. I admit it. Just like I’ve been all year.

It seems to me that you’ve just been given another chance, buddy. Alowyn’s not going anywhere for the next little while. If I was in your shoes, I’d take it. That’s all I’m saying.

By now Liam had donned his own golden robe.

Let’s go. Michael didn’t want to talk any further. I want to find out how she’s doing.

I’m with you there, pal. Lead on. By the way, these tunnels have me all confused.

_______§_______

She had almost drifted off to sleep when she heard the door swing open. Mary Liddle opened her eyes and discovered Matt standing across the room from her, bearing the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. And she’d experienced more than her fair share over their years together. She stood up too quickly, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over herself. She stumbled with her first step, but Matt had already come over and he helped her regain her balance. He just kept smiling, not saying a word. She knew it must be good news, but she wished her brother wouldn’t play these games with her.

C’mon, tell me. How’s Ellen? Boy or girl?

Everyone’s fine. C’mon in. Ellen wants to see you and introduce you to the newest addition to the Arsenault clan.

He didn’t say another word, only taking her by the arm and leading her back into the maternity ward.

_______§_______

Maria was absent. "Likely cleaning up, or so Michael imagined. He knelt down by the pool. Liam had decided to remain outside the chamber, allowing him a private moment. Michael scrutinized Alowyn’s face. There was no sign of pain. No expression of any kind, just slightly more colour in her cheeks. She’d been so pale, so lifeless, just a short time ago. The dragon queen’s voice entered as a musical interlude into his mind. Be at peace, Chosen One. She sleeps. She heals. She will be restored in body. I have read only a little of what is in her mind. Presently, her thoughts follow their own dreamlike paths."

Do you know how this happened? Who did this to her?

No, young Uhala. I have not attempted to push those boundaries. Perhaps it is best to leave that matter until she can tell us of her own volition. Her mental forces are now at work to heal herself. Let that be sufficient. As it was with you the last time you were here.

Michael ran the ends of his fingers along Alowyn’s exposed face, feeling their familiar contours. It had been so long, too long, since last he’d done that. He studied her lips. At one time he had known their intimate touch. "Now? he thought bitterly to himself, they’ve been given to someone else."

Soft footsteps approached from behind him. Michael lifted his hand away from Alowyn and stood up to face Maria and Liam. She, too, now wore a robe.

If you don’t mind me saying it, we all look like Santa’s elves. What’s with these gold bathrobes anyway? Liam asked.

Maria purposely stepped on his bare toes and ground her heel into them. "Not now, Liam. Stop trying to be funny. This isn’t the