Part 39 (2/2)
”When Orpheus stole the Kronolithe, it locked the Underlords in the Underrealm, rendering Hades mostly powerless, stripping him of his immortality. Hades sent Keres through Persephone's Gate to go after Orpheus to retrieve the Key and destroy him for his betrayal. Knowing he could not hold such a prize for long while being pursued, Orpheus hid the Kronolithe where it could not be retrieved. He placed on it a lock that only his heart and soul can unbind. The Keres soon caught up with him and tore him apart, leaving his child for dead. But Apollo found the child, and took him to the Amazons to be raised by one of their own. The child grew, married one of the Amazonian daughters, and had a child of his own. The Amazons were eventually slaughtered by the Sky G.o.d for refusing to hand him over, and the family fled to a new safe haven- where their posterity has remained protected, and oblivious to their heritage, until you chose to leave. You must see this, Daphne: you are the last descendant of that child. But not just any descendant. You are the one who has inherited the heart and soul of Orpheus. The one who can retrieve the Kronolithe. But before you can retrieve it, you must find it.”
Sarah pulls a golden chain from around her neck. Dangling from the end of it is a large golden pendant with a circle of symbols in the middle. One of them is the raised outline of Lyra-Orpheus's lyre.
”You will need this. It is the Compa.s.s, and it holds the Instrument of Orpheus. They say the Instrument was cast into the stars, but that is not so. It has been with me all this time-I have fas.h.i.+oned it into a compa.s.s of sorts-but I have merely been waiting for you. Waiting to hand you your destiny.” Sarah tries to press the pendant into Daphne's hand, but Daphne pulls away. She jumps up out of her chair. ”I don't want that.”
”You must take it.” Sarah stands, meeting her. ”There isn't much time, Daughter of the Music. You must take your destiny.”
”You can't just try to hand me my destiny. I don't want it. I don't want any of this. You said there were other options. Other paths that you can see.”
”There are many paths. And we choose our paths with the decisions we make. But escaping your destiny is not as easy as it seems. The moment you chose to leave the haven of Ellis, your and Haden's destinies became irrevocably intertwined.”
Sarah turns to face me. The temperature of the room drops drastically and I'm forced to suppress a s.h.i.+ver. A pulse of energy fills the air and her words echo inside my mind. You have two paths before you now, young Haden. Both paths are fraught with peril. Both will bring you pain. However, one will lead to the honor you have craved since you were a child, while the other will lead to the end of Lord Haden, prince of the Underrealm.
Two paths? Two destinies? How can that be? ”Which path is which?” You decide that by the choices you make. The first choice will be upon you soon.
”What does that even mean?”
Sarah stiffens, bolt upright. Her eyelids open and close rapidly over her blind eyes. ”My time is up.
You must take this, Daphne, so I can fulfill my purpose.” The Oracle presses the Compa.s.s into Daphne's hand. Daphne seems too stunned to protest this time. Sarah whirls toward the doorway of the common room. ”They're here,” she whispers. ”Sooner than I thought.”
”Who's here?” Tobin asks, regaining his own voice. ”I need to ask you about . . .” He stops speaking as the door to the common room edges open.
”My time is up,” Sarah whispers over and over again, while rocking on her heels. ”My time is up.” The door opens wider. All of us stare at the opening, antic.i.p.ating who . . . or what . . . might enter that has the Oracle in such state. The door creaks open another inch. . . .
And in prances a tiny, gray feline barely bigger than my two fists combined.
”Brimstone?”
She meows a greeting-or more likely a scolding-and bounds right at me. I stoop down to greet her and she jumps onto my shoulder, sinking her tiny claws into my skin to anchor herself.
”What are you doing here? How . . . ?”
I look back at the doorway. If Brim has found me, then Dax probably isn't too far behind. . . .
”I'm sorry, Haden,” Dax says, filling the doorway. His voice is thick with warning.
And Dax would only come here if something is very wrong. . . .
He lurches forward into the room, and Simon follows right behind him, holding Joe Vince by the elbow. Both Dax and Joe hold their hands stiffly at their sides, as if they are unable to raise them.
”Joe?” Daphne says. ”What are you doing here? And with Mr. Fitzgerald?” Joe shakes his head, his mouth clamped shut, as if he's unable to speak.
”Simon,” I say. ”You brought him here?” I ask Dax.
”I'm sorry, Haden. I had no choice. He forced me to tell him that I sent you to Vegas, and then he used Brim to track you. He knew she was here this whole time.”
”Now, isn't this just the super-duperest of reunions?” Simon says in the jolliest of voices. ”I wish I had my camera to capture the moment, because this must be my lucky day.” He smiles, his white teeth gleaming. ”I came looking for a runaway prince, and in addition, I find the Cypher . . . and the Compa.s.s!”
”You heard all that?” I ask.
”I have good ears,” Simon says. ”But the Oracle only confirmed what I'd already suspected of Daphne. Management was treating this particular quest in a peculiar way.” His smile widens, reminding me of a nursling who has just been offered a fistful of sweets. ”Now, Haden, hand over the girl and the Compa.s.s, and I might let at least one of you survive.”
”No,” I say, resisting the urge to do what Simon wants. I can feel his words nudging at my subconscious. ”You're going to have to be more persuasive than that, if you think I'm going to let you walk out of here with her.”
Simon shrugs and turns a toothy grin on Tobin. ”How about you, then, young man? Bring Daphne to me. Pretty please? And Garrick, why don't you help?”
Dazed expressions cross Tobin's and Garrick's faces. Before I can stop him, Tobin grabs Daphne by the right arm, and Garrick takes her by the left from behind. Holding her by her elbows and shoulders, they propel her toward Simon.
”Tobin, what are you doing?” Daphne says, struggling to get out of their grasp.
Energy swirls inside my chest and I channel it into my hand. Electricity crackles between my fingers.
”Let her go!” I demand, threatening Tobin with the bolt of lightning.
”I . . . I can't help it,” Tobin says through gritted teeth as he and Garrick push Daphne closer to Simon.
”Don't hurt him!” Daphne shouts at me. ”Tobin, Garrick, let go of me!”
”They're being controlled,” Dax says to Daphne.
”Very astute,” Simon says. ”All it takes is a please most times. You know what they say: you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”
”Why would I want to catch flies?” I ask.
Simon raises his eyebrows. ”Seriously? That's the part of all this you question?” I change my focus from Tobin to Simon, hefting a pulsing sphere of lightning in my hand.
”Tell them to let her go or you're the one I'm going to blast.”
”How can you hit me without frying Dax?” Simon says, moving so Dax, still frozen, is in front of him -using my only friend as a s.h.i.+eld.
I extinguish the bolt, but stay in a ready stance.
”Now, boys, that's close enough,” he says to Garrick and Tobin. ”But make sure she can't get away.” They stop moving, but they keep their hands clamped on Daphne's shoulders. She struggles and stomps hard on Garrick's foot but he doesn't let her go.
”What's the point of this, Simon? You can't take her to my father without her consent, remember? You can't just compel her to go through the gate.”
”Why on earth would I take her to King Ren when she's worth so much more to the Skylords? I imagine access to the Kronolithe of Hades would be very appealing to them. And once the Underlords are finally exterminated, I'll be free to do as I please, instead of having to constantly babysit snot-nosed children with delusions of grandeur.”
”You're going to sell her?” I ask. ”I thought you were Ren's emissary.”
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