Part One is here

‘Dad’s sending me to boarding school, tomorrow. I miss you, I’m so sorry. x

Her grammar was perfect even in times of distress. Scarlet sighed, put down her phone and reached for her laptop. In an earlier text Lara had mentioned the name of the school. Scarlet found it on-line, found the nearest train station and went to the door of her room.

‘MUM?’

‘Yes sweetheart.’

‘Can I borrow your bank card please?’

Silence drifted up from below like nerve gas, threatening everything in its path. Scarlet didn’t think she had the patience or energy for a prolonged argument, but she needed this. Mum appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

‘What for?’

‘I need to buy a train ticket. I have to rescue Lara.’

‘Rescue?’

‘Her dad sent her to boarding school in, like, the moon.’

‘Boarding school. So she won’t be around to see you.’

‘Nope.’

Silence again. ‘Okay, come and get it.’

She got as far as opening her mouth to protest when it sunk in and she dashed down the stairs. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’

‘Do I need to come with you?’

‘Mum, I’ve been to another dimension, I reckon I can handle Worcestershire.’

‘Worcestershire? I thought you said the moon.’

‘Yeah, well, same difference.’

She ran back upstairs and booked the ticket. It was for tomorrow and cost more than her phone but she had no choice. Her phone buzzed as the ticket arrived on it and she rolled over and closed her eyes.

There was something about train journeys that was utterly different from any other travel. She felt quite experienced with the whole traveling thing now. She hadn’t been on a plane yet, but otherwise— actually, she hadn’t been on a boat either.

Trains always felt different to busses and cars. She could watch the world go by outside the window and see lives flashing past her. It was like sitting on the platform in a tube station and watching people get off and on. Each one came with their own story, going somewhere she would never go, coming from somewhere she had never been. She used to be jealous. She still was, but for a different reason.

She was a target. She had power over which she still felt she had little control and lived in a world that refused to wait for her. Every day felt like scrambling to keep up and now school was officially over, she had no idea what came next.

Did she have to get a job? Were sixteen year olds allowed to work? Surely that was child slavery. She was seventeen in a few weeks, so it didn’t matter anyway. She could learn to drive and, other stuff, probably. Her eleven hours of sleep had left her dazed and bruised. She’d stopped by Martin to say where she was going and he’d been barely conscious, looking much like she felt.

She could talk about it all when she got back. He’d have some ideas. Her stomach was churning and she dug out her book. Will Grayson never failed to make her laugh, or cry, but either of them took her away from real life. The countryside passed in a blur. She had to change a couple of times, seeing new places through the white fences of a railway station.

Worcester arrived far too soon and she climbed reluctantly down. She didn’t know why she was worried, but her heart was hammering, far harder than at any other time in the last week. What if she said no? What if she was still too scared of her father?

Scarlet stepped out the station, checked her phone and crossed to the bus stop. Had she been annoying and old she’d have called the town quaint. But she wasn’t, so she didn’t. It was very beautiful though and she thought for a moment and for the first time what it would be like to live somewhere other than London. Then she laughed and checked Facebook.

The bus stopped by the school and she stood outside the huge metal gates, peering through at the expanse of green fields that ran all the way to the front of the house. And by house, she meant ludicrously massive mansion. It was the X-mansion, only without the blue beast thing. It may well have a space ship in the basement though.

The walk up the drive made her want to wee, the house getting larger with every step. It was so quiet. This couldn’t be a school. Come to think of it, if it was a school, why was Lara here now? Wasn’t school finished for the summer?

The front door creaked open and she stepped into a hallway lined with dark wooden panels and a white and black checkered floor. The reception was lined with glass and covered in laminated signs and she fit in about as much as she would at a supermodel convention.

A woman sat behind it, one hand holding a mirror, the other plucking eyebrows with a sort of careless abandon that made her wince. Each one came out with a soft popping sound and a gentle ‘ooh’ from the woman. She didn’t notice Scarlet until she stood right before her and cleared her throat. At which point she jumped, closed the mirror and tried to hide the tweezers.

Scarlet smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way.

‘Um, hi, I’m looking for someone.’

‘Well, most of the staff are on holiday now. We only have our weekend boarders here and a few house masters. Who was it you wanted to speak to.’

Her voice was soft, just like when she’d been plucking, and Scarlet relaxed a little.

‘She’s a student, she’s called Lara. She just came here a few days ago.’

The lady nodded. ‘Well, my dear, everyone is up in the dining hall. Shall I show you where it is?’

Scarlet nodded gratefully and waited for the lady to adjust her dress. And her hair. And her bra. And then to have a general shuffle around before emerging from the reception and guiding the way across the checkered floor. Her shoes clicked and Scarlet looked sheepishly down at her fake converse. They couldn’t even raise a squeak.

The dining hall turned out to be a banqueting hall, complete with chandeliers and long wooden tables like something out of Hogwarts. Scarlet froze in the doorway. There were maybe fifty students gathered at the far end and for the first time, she wondered whether Lara didn’t belong here. This was totally her sort of place. And it was amazing. She’d have made the Hogwarts comparison as well.

The lady clicked her way down the centre of the hall, drawing the attention of every student. The attention soon turned to Scarlet and she could almost hear the sneers. Then a gasp rose from the chatter and she turned and Lara was there.

Her eyes were red and she was wan, features drawn like Scarlet had never seen. Even when she was about to be sacrificed to a demon she’d looked bright. But here she just looked sad. Scarlet nodded and released her jaws from where they had been clamped together.

She walked around the end of the table and Lara climbed from the bench to come to her. Scarlet broke into a mini run, covering the last few steps at a dash and grabbing Lara into a hug. She buried her face in her hair, the familiar, exciting smell bringing a lump to her throat.

She pushed her away and stared and Lara stared right back. Scarlet mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and Lara shook her head.

Then they were kissing and crying and it was all horribly messy and there were people watching, but for the first time in, like, forever, she didn’t care.

That’s the end of Scarlet’s tale for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I’ll post on Friday about a few changes coming on the blog and where Scarlet’s going next. Then on Monday we’ll be starting an entirely different story called 13 Roses. cheers 🙂

Part One is here

‘STOP.’

Scarlet blinked, wondering why her head was still together. Red stood between her and the champion. ‘I will stay. I am more than a fair trade.’

The champion lowered his sword slowly until the tip touched the floor. Scarlet stared at Red’s back, at the long dark hair still tied in a neat plait and shook her head. She put her hand on Red’s shoulder but her friend shrugged it off as she turned.

‘This is right. You saved me. I didn’t know I needed saving, but just a week of freedom in your world has been worth more than a hundred years in my own. I am here because of you and I cannot thank you for that, not properly. Not unless I do this.’

Scarlet tried to argue. And she told herself she was arguing as well as she could, but the truth was, she didn’t want to die. And she could tell from the look in Red’s eyes that she meant what she said. Red blurred as tears sprung up in her eyes.

‘You’ll die.’

Red smiled and pulled her blade from its sheath. ‘I am a champion also, remember. Nothing is guaranteed.’

She bent, bringing her face closer. ‘Thank you, Scarlet.’ She placed a kiss on Scarlet’s forehead and she felt suddenly very young and very stupid. Then her friend turned away and set her legs.

‘Will you accept me in return for Scarlet?’

The champion was silent for a horribly long time before nodding. ‘I will. Scarlet, I am not the only one you have changed. Remember your power and the responsibility it brings.’

Then it was over. A light bloomed behind them and Martin took her arm, pulling her slowly back until the light became too bright. Just before she slipped through, Red lifted her knife high and lunged.

Then she was standing in the round room and flames flickered around them. They had to get out, but she couldn’t see anything through the tears and all she wanted to do was lie down. So she did. The wood was warm through her trousers and she rolled slowly onto her side. Martin shouted at her, but she couldn’t hear him.

Then he grabbed her and hoisted her into the air and she found herself over his shoulder, head bouncing against his back. She had a second to reflect on how utterly humiliating it was, that everyone who saw them would get a shot of her huge arse, before she started coughing.

They escaped the room, both hacking as Martin raced down the corridor. A few minutes later they came to the entry hall with its numerous door ways. He chose the one that led to the exit and moments after that they emerged into the cavern. It was crowded out here, the students and teachers of the Council evacuated already. How nice for them.

Martin bullied his way through the crowd and kept moving. Scarlet raised her head enough to see the curious faces that followed them. Beyond the black clad watchers, smoke began to snake out of the door they had left open.

He put her down to get through the door and they hurried out the toilet and into the summer sun that baked Trafalgar Square. She blinked, eyes watering, and took a few shaky steps before she folded up and sat on the pale stone, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her head.

Martin’s arms went around her and stayed there until heat rose to her face. ‘Why did she do that? I didn’t ask her to do that.’

Martin shook his head, features drawn and pale. ‘She did what she thought was right.’

‘That wasn’t right, I didn’t want her to do that.’

‘Or course you didn’t, but the choice wasn’t yours to make.’

‘But it was my choice to take us…’

She buried her hear again and tried to keep inside herself. She longed to let it out, but the tourists would probably freak out if she started howling and spewing all over Nelson’s column. Her teeth went through her lip and the pain made her stiffen, head popping up again.

Martin looked tired. His forehead was lined and his eyes rimmed with dark red patches. ‘Can we go home?’

He nodded, lifting her gently off the floor and leading her over to the road. A taxi pulled up at his waved hand and she slumped into the back seat. Typical that the first time she got to ride a black cab, all she could think about was the person she’d just sentenced to death.

‘You saved a lot of people today. It’s quite possible you saved the world.’

She heard him but the words felt empty. She stared from the window at the people rushing by, heading for important meetings or important lunches or whatever it was people did when they were at work. They didn’t know what she’d done and they didn’t care. What would they say if she told them she’d just killed Red Riding Hood?

They’d laugh and pat her head and probably ask what she wanted to be, as if she wanted to be something other than human. What was it with people asking you that? Why did she have to want to be anything? Couldn’t she just do stuff, without having a label attached. She hadn’t wanted to be a fire woman for, like, eight years, and that was the last time she remembered thinking like that.

Did all these people really want to just be something? Her lip ached where she sneered. She knew it made her look horrible but she couldn’t help it. Not until Martin put his hand on her shoulder and her lip wobbled and she started crying again.

She wiped her eyes with a vigorous scrub of her sleeve. She was something now, she had a label. Two actually. She was a murderer and a magician. She wasn’t sure she was proud of either right now. She turned to look at Martin and the compassion on his face made her want to cry again. Instead she sniffed and patted him on the leg.

‘So, how was Australia then?’

He frowned and shook his head. ‘Nothing. The entire thing was a ruse. They took me when I got off the plane. Out of the airport and bundled straight into a van.’

‘So how did you escape?’

‘Four days ago a man opened my cell and explained that Seeker had sent him. The Council were in a flap, talking about a war, and we slipped away.’

‘Mmm.’

The sneaky bastard. She couldn’t decide whether that made the whole spy thing better. Then she glanced over at Martin. Yeah, it did a bit.

‘Martin, you said you made some vows, back there. What were they?’

Martin looked at his hands and Scarlet realised they were cut, one with a dull cream bandage wrapped around it. She took it gently. ‘What happened?’

‘There was a window. It got in the way of my escape.’

He managed a wan grin. Then let out a long sigh.

‘I told you I was a warrior for the Council, and that’s true. But I wasn’t just any warrior. I was a Hunter. There aren’t, weren’t, many of us, maybe five at any one time? We would find people, do what needed to be done.’

He looked down again. ‘I was a dimension jumper. There were people on other worlds they’d want. I’d cross dimensions and find them, bring them back.’

‘Is that why I’m good at it?’

‘I haven’t taught you anything to do with dimensions, for the very reason… Look, the reason you’re good at it is because you’re powerful. Very powerful.’ He frowned.

‘What? Why is that so bad?’

‘It’s not, not really. But it means people will want you and that makes you a target.’

‘Feels that way already.’

‘Indeed.’

They were out of the city now and heading through Kensington, the late morning sun painting London in a favourable light. Everything looked different though, run down and tired. Or maybe it was just her. She put her hand in her pocket and felt the book. She wanted to ask about that, too, but if she mentioned it he might take it away. Right now she didn’t have much to cling to.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and stared at it. ‘Don’t suppose you’ve got an iphone 4 charger have you?’

He shook his head. ‘I’m glad Lara stayed clear of all this.’

‘Yeah, well, me too I guess.’

Silence. Martin cleared his throat and rubbed his neck. ‘Is everything okay with the two of you?’

She might have burst into tears but he was so obviously awkward having to ask the question that she giggled instead. She was doing a lot of giggling at the moment. It wasn’t the good sort either, but it was better than crying.

‘Yeah, well, no. Her dad found out, you know, that she’s gay and everything so he totally freaked out. He’s trying to send her to boarding school and get her to confess her sins and stop being sick or whatever.’

‘That doesn’t strike me as a very fatherly response.’

‘Yeah, well, not all fathers are like you.’

It was out before she realised what she was saying and her cheeks burst into flame. She went to say something but the look he gave her made her want to stay quiet. So she smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. London crawled slowly by and she closed her eyes. All she could see was Red, leaping as the light engulfed them. She shuddered and he patted her shoulder.

They lurched to a stop, Acton High Street beckoning her as no other could. God she hated this place. They climbed wearily from the taxi and took a slow walk into the estate. At the door to her house Martin bade her farewell and kept going. She realised he was limping, ever so slightly. She should have asked more about Australia.

Mum was in and worried, though not freaking out as expected. After hugs and awkward discussions about dimensions and saving the world, she hauled her tired arse upstairs and into bed. Skinny was nowhere to be seen, which was just fine right now, and she fell face-first onto her mattress.

She groaned in frustration, picked herself up and dug her phone from her pocket. She plugged it in and lay back down. The phone buzzed as it came alive. A text arrived, the phone vibrating against the table. And again. And again.

Sleep.

Lara.

Sleep.

Dammit.

She sat up, shoving a pillow against the headboard and leaning on it. She lifted the phone, the charger keeping it near the table, and squinting at the screen. In the notifications she saw the word help and her exhaustion faded away. She unlocked it and clicked on to the texts.

There were a few asking where she was and why she wasn’t responding. Then a couple explaining that her girlfriend was having a posh panic attack because she wasn’t answering. Then a long one, that featured both the word help and school, and her blood ran cold.

I don’t know what I’ve done and why you aren’t answering, but dad’s sending me away. Help me, please. He’s sending me to boarding school tomorrow. It’s the one in Worcestershire and I’m staying there for months. I miss you so much, I’m so sorry. X

Last Installment Wednesday 28th May

Part One is here

‘If the bubble expands, it will destroy everything.’

Scarlet’s eyes widened, despite the smoke and the flames, and she stared at Martin. ‘Why would it expand?’

‘Because Malient is insane and he doesn’t have the control he thinks he does.’

Scarlet nodded, digging into her pack for the ingredients. She already knew what she was going to do. It was both stupid and dangerous and she thought Martin would be proud. She laid out what she had left of the ingredients, praying it was enough, then closed her eyes and began to chant.

She pictured Elt, now happily prancing about in the Shetland Islands and pissing off the other unicorns up there. She reached out, calling for him and just like that, he was there. There was no communication, no words, but the power flooded through her. She gasped for breath, the world going dark before her eyes. She demanded everything he had and he gave it to her.

She put her palms on the floor and moaned, every fibre of her being buzzing and singing. She could feel the bubble and knew how it worked. She could sense the others in the room, the four magicians filled with pushy, masculine energy. She could feel Red, something entirely different, and still wrapped in red leather. Mmmm.

Then she cast, holding the unicorn in her mind and at the same time picturing the darkness and the dry stone underfoot. She opened her eyes as the light grew, contrasting with the reds and oranges that played across the burning room. The light expanded, covering Red and Martin and went still further.

She held them in the room, not allowing herself to be pulled through until the light washed over the two council men, passing through the bubble and on toward Malient. At the last moment he noticed it, his eyes widening before he, too, was covered. Then she rose to her feet and took a step and the room shifted and the fires winked out.

The bubble sat on the stone, barely visible through the gloom, but a moment after they arrived, Malient lost his control and it vanished. The two men inside dropped to their knees, groaning and holding their heads. The ghost who wasn’t a ghost turned to her, mouth open and screaming.

‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?’

Scarlet smiled, blinking away the headache that threatened at any moment to put her on the ground. ‘I thought we might all like a change of scene. I mean, you’ve been trapped in that place for decades, right?’

He came at her, but Martin was quicker and backhanded him across the face. Malient dropped to one knee, hand clutching his jaw. He stared up at Martin with narrow, burning eyes. ‘You are a slave, nothing more. Get out of my way.’

‘I am no one’s slave, and my vows mean nothing here.’

Malient paused, getting to his feet and looking around. ‘Where are we?’

Scarlet pointed to a distant figure on the horizon. ‘You should probably ask him.’

The champion drew nearer and Malient finally realised where they were. He chanted frantically, using his hands and everything, but nothing happened. The two council members were the same, talking in panicked voices and trying various spells. Martin ignored them, turning to Scarlet.

‘You brought us to the Shadows.’

She nodded, not wanting to speak until she knew what he thought. ‘I was in Sydney. It’s a lovely city, you know. If you’re ever held against your will, there are worse places for it to happen. In fact, I’m now beginning to think I should have stayed there.’

‘What, and miss this?’

He gave her a look, but smiled wryly. ‘You’ve been busy in my absence.’

‘Of course. Could you really imagine me sitting in bed all day, looking at my computer and reading?’

He chuckled and turned to Red. ‘You’ve been here before as well?’

‘I have. We would have died, if not for Scarlet.’

A sound like grumpy thunder reached them and they turned. The champion stood before them. She’d forgotten how big he was.

‘Hi, nice to see you again.’

‘Nice is not the word I would have selected. I have…questioned since I met you. It is not a nice…feeling.’

‘But it’s a feeling, right?’

He nodded and turned to Malient. ‘I know you, also. You have tried to reach here in recent times. Why is that?’

‘These two and their friends killed me and broke my spirit self. Coming here was the only release I could find.’

‘And now you’re here and I release you.’

Scarlet’s hands flew to her mouth. She hadn’t seen his sword move but Malient’s head flew from his shoulders and hit the ground with the most horrible thump. His body spat blood from the severed neck for a moment and crumpled to the floor. Scarlet squeezed her eyes closed even though she knew it was an image that would be with her forever.

The champion turned to the two Masters, beckoning slowly with one Subway-sandwich-size finger. ‘And you, why are you here?’

Evil Mastermind stepped closer and even managed a sneer. ‘We were attempting to put him back in his cage when she,’ he jabbed a finger at Scarlet, ‘brought us here.’

The champion turned to her and she reddened, heat rising to her face. ‘I know, I know, it’s, like, massively jerky of me. But they were going to destroy our world, I didn’t have any choice.’

‘You always have a choice.’ He turned back to the Masters. ‘As do you. But that matters not at all. You are trespassers here.’

The blow took one through the neck and buried deep in the other’s chest. The headless master dropped to the floor but the Evil mastermind was stuck on the sword, blood running down the colossal blade. The champion adjusted his feet and hauled on the sword and it exploded from the other side of the Master’s body. The two halves hit the floor, the thud mingled with a wet splash.

Why was she watching? She turned away, hand over her mouth to try and stop the vomit. Would there ever be a time when she wasn’t sick when she saw someone get chopped in half? Would there ever be a day when she didn’t see someone get chopped in half? She groaned, going to her haunches as sweat covered her brow and dizziness assaulted her.

She stayed there until she realised that everything was silent. She reluctantly turned to face the others. All three stared at her as though she had the answers. She’d already used all her answers and saved the world in doing so. Wasn’t that enough?

She pushed herself to her feet and stepped closer to the champion. ‘How do you feel?’

‘I think a lot. I still do not understand whether that means I feel, but it is more than I have ever done before.’

She waited, a nice warmness rushing to her face.

‘But I am sworn to this place and its rules. You brought these people here because of what you knew I had to do. You must pay the same price as they have.’

She swallowed, head dropping to her chest. She’d known, somewhere deep down, that this had to happen. The second she thought of the spell, she knew she wouldn’t be going home. Her last text to Lara had included at least two kisses and a smiley. That meant next to nothing, but it was the best she could have hoped for.

She looked up at the champion and nodded. ‘These two were brought here by me. They had no choice and shouldn’t be punished.’

‘I will abide by the judgment I made last time.’ He waved his hand and a light appeared. Martin stepped away from it, eyes wide.

‘What is happening?’

The champion turned to him. ‘You are this girl’s master, are you not?’

‘I am.’

‘You should, I think, be proud.’

‘I wasn’t aware you thought about anything.’

‘Not before she came.’

Martin glanced at her, eyebrows raised and laughed. ‘Is there nothing you don’t change with your presence?’

‘School. School stays pretty much the same whether I’m there or not.’

‘Now, it is time. The two of you must leave.’

‘No. That is unacceptable. I will stay in Scarlet’s place.’

The champion stared at him for a moment and shook his head. ‘You have business, unfinished business. I will not accept that exchange.’

‘Martin, it’s okay. Really. I thought this would happen.’

Martin shook his head, standing between her and the champion. The huge being growled. ‘Do not tempt me. You will be only the third person I have ever let escape this realm.’

‘You will go through me to take her.’

‘So be it.’

‘NO!’

Martin turned to her. ‘I can’t let you do this.’

‘You haven’t got any choice. I chose this, not you. Martin, the skinny me is at my house. You can look after her and mum, right?’

Martin was still shaking his head but his eyes were wet. His next protest sounded weak because it was. ‘You can’t do this. You’re so young.’

Scarlet wrapped her arms around his big shoulders and hugged him. His arms went around her and for a second, she lost herself. He wasn’t dad. She didn’t know what he was, but it was safe here. Her own cheeks were wet when she pulled free. ‘Go now, ‘kay?’

He shook his head. ‘I will stay here while the champion completes his task. It is my fault you are here and I will not shrink from seeing the results of that choice.’

‘Man, you are so lame. Fine.’

She turned to the champion. ‘Okay, here we go.’

He pulled the sword from his scabbard and she winced at the darkness, feeling it sucking her in. He raised it and she took a deep breath, trying to think of Lara but for some reason seeing only the poem on her Tumblr profile.

She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies

And all that’s good of dark and bright, is there in her aspect and her eyes.

Next Installment Monday 26th May

Part One is here

The four spread out across the room and chanting filled the air. It was a little like being in this drama lesson when they all had to say ‘rhubarb, rhubarb’ over and over again. Why had they had to do that? She shook her head and ducked as the first fireball whooshed past her toward Malient.

His hands rose and the fireball burst over some kind of shield, throwing tails of flame to the floor. He responded with his own fire, blasting it straight at Evil mastermind. His shield was just as strong. Beard thrust his hands out toward Malient and blades appeared in the air, dark steel that caught the light as it crossed the space between them.

Scarlet squeaked, expecting Malient to be chopped into bits, but the blades abruptly changed direction, veering around him and racing around the curved walls. They headed back for Beard guy whose chanting had risen in volume and pitch. He waved his hands frantically and some, but not all, of the blades dropped from the air.

The first struck him in the chest and knocked him backward. The next took him high in the leg and she screamed as blood fountained out. Another went through the side of his throat, at which point she buried her face in her hands and huddled on the floor. It was her fault. Again it was her fault and people were being hurt.

She crawled around the wall, head down. The next time she glanced up a huge dragon filled the room. It was actually a dragon, with actual claws and two heads. Surely a dragon was cool enough and, like, bad-ass enough to not need an extra head? Its roar filled the room as it lunged toward Chin. He danced out the way and poured this sort of green energy stuff from his hands.

It struck the dragon full in the faces and the creature roared even louder. Then it vanished, making a loud pop as it went. She’d stopped crawling, mouth hanging open, and she had to stare at her legs to make them move again. Her feelings of regret were being rapidly overwhelmed by a deep-seated desire to get the hell out of here.

Her hand banged against something and she whimpered. She knew what it was. She looked through her hair at the blood-stained face only inches from hers. This close, she could see the flecks of white and grey in his beard and the sickly yellow at the edges of his eyes. His eyes that were blinking.

She shrieked and pushed herself back. How was he still alive? He lifted one shaking hand and beckoned to her. She swallowed and tried to go around him. His other hand shot out and grabbed her arm, surprisingly strong. Not only was he not dead, he was stronger than she was.

She grunted as her knees slid across the floor. He hauled her close and she turned her head away, scrunching her eyes shut.

‘You have to stop them. They will end everything if this goes on.’

‘What?’

‘This battle. It raged once before. It mustn’t happen again. You must stop them.’

She looked at him, mouth open to say how the hell was she supposed to do that when his head fell to the floor with a thump and the hand gripping her wrist relaxed and dropped. What had he meant, they will end everything? What was everything? Everything? Sweat dripped from her forehead onto his and she crept back.

She shook, her shoulders aching, and she sat against the wall. The fires had made it hot in here and her breaths were short. The three remaining Council members were huddled close together behind an invisible shield against which Malient hurled fire and lightning and all manner of things.

It would have made an awesome movie, had she not been there. Instead, it was far too close and far too hot and she still had no idea whether she was going to get out. He thought she should stop them! Hah, that was funny. She touched the spell book in her pocket. A Book of Telling. What did that mean?

She crept further around the room, getting closer to the door every second. It was only a few metres away when she heard a shout. The three had split apart, running in different directions. All three turned and cast something and Malient was engulfed. First flames wrapped around his shield, then he was picked up and flung against the wall by some invisible force.

As he struck the floor, a huge jaw, long jagged teeth surrounded by darkness, appeared and dove toward him. Scarlet watched, transfixed, waiting for the blow to land. Malient grabbed one of the massive incisors and heaved at it. It tore free from the gums and the mouth howled, its voice thin and wretched and agonised.

The magician rose to his feet, brandishing the tooth like a trophy and the three came running back together. They weren’t quick enough and when Malient threw the tooth, it flew through the air far faster than it should have. It slammed into Chin, taking him full in the stomach and bursting out the back. Scarlet groaned, put her forehead on the floor and tried to ignore the bile that filled the back of her throat.

She retched but kept it down. Chin collapsed, blood coming from his mouth and his companions crouched and tried to pull him behind their shield. They were too late again and moments later, a ball of fire covered him. The screams were too much and now she did vomit, heaving until her stomach hurt.

She scrambled on, racing toward the door and reached it without anyone burning her alive. She hauled it open and fell into the corridor, sobbing as the cool air struck her face. She landed on her knees and took huge breaths. The sound of feet coming down the corridor made her shudder, but she looked up. She burst into tears and started laughing.

Martin knelt and wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face in his chest.

‘Easy now, easy.’ He gave her a few seconds before pulling her to her feet. Just beyond him, Red watched, one eyebrow raised. Martin clicked his fingers before her glazed eyes and she nodded, blinking.

‘We need to get out of here.’

Scarlet put her hands on his chest and pushed him gently away. ‘Not yet. We have to stop this.’

‘What’s happening?’

She told him in the shortest way she could think of, interrupted by the sounds of fire slamming against the walls and the screams of something she was fairly certain was either mythical or made up. Unless that meant the same thing. In which case it was both. He was shaking his head long before she finished.

‘I know Malient. It does need to be stopped, but I’m not sure you are the person to do it.’

‘I went to another dimension.’

For the first time ever, Martin looked completely stunned. She beamed and patted him on the shoulder. ‘It’s alright, it happens to everyone. All the best apprentices surpass their masters, it was only a matter of time.’

‘Where did you go?’

‘Oh, you know, an alternate reality where I was skinny and Red’s world and The Shadows.’

The blood rushed from his face and his mouth dropped open. There was no way she could be enjoying this more.

‘You cannot have been to the Shadows. The champion has never failed.’

‘Yeah, well, we go way back. We had a chat and it was cool.’

Martin gave her the look and she smiled innocently. Another huge explosion from the round room made her ears ring and she turned back. Then it hit her. Of course.

‘I know what we’re going to do. Martin, when you use a unicorn, does it have to be near you?’

‘Typically, the closer it is, the easier it will be, but no, not as far as I know.’

She punched the air with her fist and blushed. ‘Right, come with me.’

She stepped back into the round room. The temperature had risen again and she was sweating before she’d taken two steps. A haze hung in the air and the walls were shattered in many places, smoke rising where fires were trying to take hold. The two remaining Council men were where she had last seen them, dug in behind a shield and soaking up the attack.

Malient snarled, fists clenched as he poured fire at the two men. Martin took in the scene and ducked back out, forcing Scarlet to come with him. ‘It is best I am not seen. They will all try to involve me.’

‘Why?’

‘I have taken vows. I regret them deeply and have done my best to remain distant from these men, but they would have every right to demand from me something I’m not willing to give.’

‘That’s great, really, could you, like, wear a mask or something?’

He rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger and gave her the look.

‘I have to go in there. Did you really come all the way back from Australia just to wimp out now?’

Red flashed a sharp smile at that and pulled her knife from her waist. Martin put his hand on her arm, shaking his head. ‘They will sense that, put it away. Scarlet, what do you intend to do?’

She shook her head and pushed back into the room. If he had any idea what she was going to do, he’d stop her and that would be no fun. The smoke was thick now and she coughed the moment she stepped through the door. Red and Martin crowded in behind and he shoved the door closed.

They turned as one to see the battle and as one they were thrown back into the wall. A bubble, shimmering like oil on water, had sprung up around the two remaining Council men. Waves of energy pulsed, like the light off a TV in a darkened room and with every one that washed over her, she felt progressively more dizzy and sick.

Another blast of energy was unleashed. It picked them up off the floor and threw them against the wall. The bubble shifted, its surface becoming uneven, but it remained intact and the two men within slumped to the floor. Through slitted eyes she saw Malient take a step closer, hands raised palm-out toward the men. His face twisted in a snarl and sweat poured from his forehead.

Martin shouted above the din. ‘This has to end now.’

‘What’s going to happen?’

‘If that bubble expands it will destroy everything.’

Next Installment Friday 23rd May

Part One is here

‘Oh, please don’t close the spell book, I haven’t seen that language in such a long time.’

She jumped and spun around, but the room was empty. Scarlet stood, very slowly, and took a step back. ‘Hello?’ Yeah, it was stupid, but you never know.

‘You can hear me?’

‘AH! Um, yes, I can hear you. Good for both of us that isn’t the creepiest thing in the world or anything.’

‘Well, that’s a turn up for the books. Maybe the spell’s slipping.’

‘Maybe. Who are you, where are you and why do you sound like that big dude from the Labyrinth?’

There was silence for a moment and she decided she was going mad, or had in fact gone mad, and was hearing things. Her head and shoulders drooped, just in time to tense up when the voice returned. It sounded, if anything, even more morose than previously. ‘Maybe you should try being killed and having your ghost broken by a spell and then shut in a room for a few decades. How do you think you’d sound then?’

‘You’re a ghost?’

‘Of a sort.’

‘A really miserable sort.’

‘I’m not miserable, not at all. A little bored, maybe, but nothing more. My voice went when they broke me.’

‘Yeah, you said that a minute ago. Sounds painful.’

‘Excruciating.’

She waited, still staring around the room. He was here somewhere. When he sighed it was though a mountain yawned, like the Earth itself was close to giving it all up and heading off for a nice holiday somewhere.

‘They broke me.’

‘You said that.’

‘Goodness, have you no patience?’

‘Honestly? Not really. The people who broke you are about to start a war in which I reckon lots of people are going to die. I’m sorry if you’re lonely but…’ She trailed off, staring down at her interlaced hands. ‘Sorry. That isn’t fair. What happened?’

She softened her voice and waited.

‘It’s nothing to worry about, I understand. When they killed me, they trapped my ghost. I’d had a good life, I should have dissipated almost immediately, but instead they trapped me and used the Conjuration of Arthemist.’

‘Huh?’

‘It is one of the banned spells, a really most unpleasant little charm. It breaks the links between the person and the spirit world, the world in which us magicians exist, more often than not. I have no power, I cannot feel my magic anymore.’

‘But you’re dead, right?’

A sad sort of chuckle, like quiet waves on a beach at night. ‘Being dead means very little to a powerful magician. It is merely a transition, from one form to another. I would have left this realm and traveled to another. But instead they anchored me here and stole my magic.’

‘So they locked you in here?’

‘They did. Only now you are here too, so I have some company.’

‘I’m not staying. You can read this book, yeah?’

‘I can.’

‘Is there anything in it about getting out of here?’

She laid it flat on the floor and opened the first page. Silence. ‘Anything?’

‘Hang on, I’m reading.’

‘Well aren’t there like, titles or something, something that makes it obvious?’

The ghost sniffed. ‘There may be. Maybe I just like to read.’

‘We don’t have time, bloody hell, didn’t you get that?’

‘Alright, alright.’

Another sniff. ‘Turn the page please.’

They made their steadyish way through the book, the ghost sighing now and then when a particular spell arrived. Scarlet ground her teeth together and worked very hard on remaining patient. She was sitting in a room talking to someone she couldn’t see. There was still a good chance she’d gone mad and was in fact talking to herself.

‘That one should do.’

She jumped and looked over her shoulder. How could she still be surprised there was nothing there?

‘What is it.’

‘It’s a simple cantrip, nothing more.’ He cleared his throat.

‘For the releasing of traps and holds.’

‘That sounds pretty good. Can you do it?’

‘Did you miss the part where I said I had no magic?’

‘Oh, yeah, right, sorry. Can I do it?’

A wind buffeted her cheek and she turned her face, shivering. He was here, she wasn’t doubting that anymore. He could be anywhere. She wrapped her arms around herself and drew her legs in tighter. He was a good guy, surely, if those four had shut him in here. She was getting sick of trusting the wrong people, though.

‘You will have the power, but you cannot read the language yet. Perhaps I should recite it and you repeat after me. I have never done that before, but I see no reason it shouldn’t work.’

She nodded. She had two choices. One was to trust this guy, escape from the room and take her chances with what happened after. The second was to stay here with creepy moany ghost for, like, ever. She nodded more strongly and cleared her throat.

‘Let’s go.’

The words came out soft and low and sounded like the snake from Jungle Book. Did he have a lisp she hadn’t noticed? Maybe the language had a lisp. She checked each word before she said it, practicing it carefully before reciting them out loud. The tingle ran through her that was so normal now she barely noticed it.

But she noticed it this time. It was stronger and caught her in the ends of her fingers until they throbbed. She panted, struggling to draw enough breath. She gasped as the top of her head seemed to lift off, her mind spilling out. She clapped a hand to her hair, surprised to find it still there, and staggered to her feet.

She stared at where she thought the door was, but found nothing. The power faded and she turned slowly. The door was nowhere to be found, but behind her stood a figure. She jumped and stepped back, away from him until her back met the wall. He smiled and the urge to curl up in a ball washed over her.

The man stretched, wiggling his fingers and arching his back. ‘That really was most kind of you.’

‘You lied to me. Dammit, why does everyone do that?’

‘Perhaps because you believe them.’

‘Who are you, really?’

He was short, the same height as her, but wretchedly skinny and long in the face. He had big morose eyes that matched his still-sombre voice and a jet-black moustache. She’d have described him as mouse like, but his eyes were those of a predator. ‘I am who I said I was, although you never asked my name, so I’m not sure how you judge these things. Everything I said was true, except the part about the spell. I must say, I’m disappointed you’ve been learning here and still don’t know to never say a spell until you can read it yourself.’

‘I wasn’t trained here, actually, I…’ That was stupid. She didn’t want him to bad mouth Martin, or even know about him. ‘Why did they put you in here?’

‘Ah, now you ask.’ He strode over to her, pointed leather boots clicking against the stone floor. ‘I disliked the way things were done here. Too soft, too much reliance on living magics and not enough on the dead.’

‘Dead?’

‘Necromancy. The dead carry all the promises they never made, all the dreams they never fulfilled. There is such power in graves, if we would only reach out and take it.’

He was closer now and she smelled him, a sort of damp rot that made her gag. ‘So what now?’

‘Well, ironically enough, we have the same outcome in mind. I wish to kill the four men who no doubt placed you in here. I imagine that would stop their plans fairly quickly. You wish to escape and I can certainly help with that.’

Without waiting he turned from her to where she was sure the door was not and extended his hands. Pale green lightning flashed from his fingertips and struck the wall, which exploded sending shards of wood flying across the room. She threw herself to the ground, hands over her head. When she looked up again, he had disappeared through the shattered door, leaving her alone in the chamber.

She scrambled to her feet, grabbed the spell book and dashed after him. He was running, trailing green sparks after him that hissed where they struck the carpet and sent up wisps of smoke. Who the hell was he?

They emerged into the dining room and the first thing she was saw was the far wall, a crack that ran vertically beside the door where she’d hit it. She winced and fixed her eyes on his back as he charged straight through and out the door. She stayed with him, trying to ignore the stitch that bit into her side and begged her to just sit down and stop all the foolishness.

Down more corridors and they burst into the circular hall where she had fought the three novices. The four were gathered around the far exit, arguing about something. Probably whether Beard guy should have a shave, cause man he needed it. No self-respecting magician would start a war looking like that.

The ghost who actually wasn’t a ghost anymore and who was he anyway, stopped and folded his arms. He was impressively dominating considering he was five foot five and it only took a moment for the four to notice him. Evil Mastermind actually gasped, putting his hand over his mouth. It only lasted a second before he began to chant.

The other three did the same and Scarlet had the wherewithal to throw herself to one side. She should be getting better at falling over by now but she still went down like a dysfunctional sack of potatoes and slammed her elbows into the floor. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away.

The pain vanished as a huge ball of fire hurtled across the chamber and slammed into the man who had set her free. Despite him having an aura that said ‘I’m a complete psychopath, do not piss me off’, she felt a pang as he staggered back, flames rearing up to the ceiling. Then she just felt sick and tried to crawl away.

She made it as far as the huge chairs and pulled herself up, peering over the back. The four watched, not one of them relaxed, and she saw why. The ghost was still standing and in the next moment, the flames vanished and he remained untouched. Then he laughed. Had she drunk any water in the last day she might have wet herself. It was a close thing as it was.

‘Gentlemen, my friends.’ Sarcastic didn’t begin to cut it. ‘It is so wonderful to see you all again after so many years.’

Evil mastermind stepped forward. He was the boss. The others probably didn’t think so, but seeing as none of them were manning up, he took the role in her mind.

‘Malient. You’re free.’

‘Indeed, courtesy of a magician you really should have paid a little more attention to.’

He waved a hand toward Scarlet and she ducked behind the chair.

‘Are you aware she carries one of the Books of Telling?’

Scarlet peeked around the side of the chair and saw all four staring at her, wide eyed and frowning. The man they’d called Malient went on.

‘Remarkable, I know, but true. She also has considerable power. After all, I stand before you, when at best I’d hoped for release to my ghostly form. Such a lovely surprise.’

‘We won’t negotiate with you, nor offer you any terms. Either return to the room or we will kill you.’

‘You tried that already. It didn’t stick.’