Part 14 (1/2)
”I'm not responsible for the dead Watchers. Whoever's trying to destroy The House is still out there, and you'll see that soon enough.”
The stairs drop off into a thin hallway. On one side a row of jail cells line the wall, all empty and cloaked in shadow. Dante steps over to the center chamber, pulls the key that dangles around his neck out from under his collar, and unlocks the door. As the metal creaks open he unbinds my hands and shoves me roughly inside so that I land hard on my knees. I grit my teeth against the pain and turn back to him, glaring up with defiance.
”Maybe you are innocent,” he says. ”Maybe you're nothing more than a deviant who wishes to cause me frustration. If that's the case, good luck proving it from inside this dungeon.”
He slams the door shut, locks it, and heads back to the stairs. Before he continues on he halts, turning his head ever so slightly so that he looks back over his shoulder. ”You'll be thrown into the void tomorrow. I'll be the one to push you out that door. I wonder how blinking out of existence feels. I imagine it's not very pleasant. You may want to spend this time bracing yourself for what's to come.”
Then he ascends the stairs, the shadows curling around him until he disappears altogether. The last sound I hear is the marble wall of the Court Room above sliding closed as he exits the prison.
The cell is dark and dank, with rusted bars that cut me off from the rest of the world. There is no chair or bed or modic.u.m of comfort. I shuffle over to the corner and slide down until I'm huddled on the floor, setting my chin on my knees.
Down here there is no sense of time. The only way I have to count the seconds is by my own breaths, which come in ragged gasps as I bite back my tears. When I hear the wall slide to permit someone entry again, my blood runs cold. Has the time come for me to be cast into the void already? My heart doesn't stop racing until Nim steps out of the shadows.
”Amara!” she cries out, running over to my cage and reaching an arm through the bars.
I stand up, step across the cell, and take her hand in mine. In the glinting torchlight the raw marks the rope left on my wrists look angry and red.
”Why are you here, Nim? Did Dante allow you to visit?” I ask.
”Of course not! I snuck down here of my own accord. I need you to know I think Dante is wrong. You're not responsible for the terror ravaging The House, and I can't stand by and watch as Dante casts you into the void.”
She pulls her key out from under her collar and fits it into the lock of my cell door. I gasp as the metal bars spring open. ”How?”
”The House has many rules, all made to keep balance. Every key given to the Watchers opens these cells. It's been that way forever, so that one member cannot hold more power over another.”
The urge to leave my cage behind is overwhelming, but I refuse to heed the temptation. ”You'll get in trouble, Nim. Better one of us gets thrown into the void than both.”
”Not if we can prove your innocence before they find out,” she says. ”I've talked to Elli and she's going to help us. You'll be hiding in the Archives Room while I search the universes for evidence. Perhaps the Harbingers have left something behind-a trace of their wrongdoing that can lead us to the real culprit.”
”And you really think you'll find something?”
Nim's eyes swim with tears. ”I have to. You must understand, Amara-I've trained many Watchers, but have cared for none like I do you. You're important to me.”
Her pleading gaze is enough to make me follow her out of the dungeon and up the stairs. We slip out of the Court Room unnoticed, letting the crowd bustling through the halls beyond swallow us up. I keep my head down and trail behind Nim as she leads me to the Archives Room. My heart skips a beat when Dante walks past us. I'm sure he'll notice me-sure that he'll find out what Nim's done and lock us back up in the dungeon until the void can take us both-but he's too immersed in conversation with another Leader to pay us any attention.
When we reach the Archives Room Elli surges out from behind her desk and envelops me in a hug. Nim steps away, lingering by the door as my friend a.s.sesses me for b.u.mps and bruises. When she sees the red marks around my wrists she grumbles.
”I swear I'll get Dante back for hurting you if it's the last thing I do.”
I pull out of Elli's embrace, though she insists on keeping a protective arm around my shoulder as I turn back to Nim.
”Thank you,” I say. ”Without you I would still be stuck in that cell, waiting to be cast into the void.”
Nim smiles, leaning back into the door handle. ”Don't thank me yet. We still have to find the proof I was talking about.”
She turns the k.n.o.b and starts to leave, but I stop her with my words. ”Be careful, Nim. I don't want to lose you.”
Nim can't bring herself to reply so instead she just nods once and then slips across the threshold, disappearing into the hall as the door falls shut behind her.
Elli steers me toward the tunnels, leading me past shelves full of books and dust. The Archives Room seems empty except for us. We come to a familiar stretch of corridor where Elli tugs down on a crimson bound book tucked amongst the others. The wall of volumes instantly slides back and permits us entry into the secret room beyond.
”We'll be safe here for a while,” Elli says as the entrance shuts behind her and she slides into a leather armchair. ”In the meantime, why don't you tell me why you're not keeping an eye on Nim.”
I blink out at her stupidly. ”Why would I be?”
Elli examines her fingernails as she replies. ”You don't know if she's really trying to find evidence. She could be flying off into your universe, s.n.a.t.c.hing that boy up to bring him back here.” She rolls her eyes onto me now, her face a mask that I can't read. ”If I were you, I'd hightail it back to Earth and pick Noah up yourself. Bring him back here; hide him in this room with you. It's the safest move.”
I bite my lip, deep in thought. My universe is still in the Watch Room. It was abandoned there after Dante and his crew brought me back to The House. Elli's words make me doubt Nim, but only for a moment. Then I remember her heart-wrenching sobs as Dante sentenced me to the void. ”Nim isn't behind all this. She cares for me too much. And even if she was, the last thing I'd do is bring Noah here. That's exactly what the enemy wants. I'd be playing right into his hands.”
”Or her hands.” Elli's gaze levels on mine. There's something cold about her expression that I haven't seen before. I step back a few paces, coming to stand behind the other chair.
”It can't be Dante either. You should've seen him around Noah. He was clueless.”
Elli scoffs. ”Dante could never pull something like this off. He's an idiot. Hasn't even been around The House that long. At least, not as long as I have. He deserves what's coming to him. After all he knows and he still pretends his cause is n.o.ble, that The House stands for purity and goodness.”
I raise an eyebrow. ”What do you mean by that?”
Elli purses her lips and tilts her head to the side. ”Have I ever told you about the origin of the Harbingers?” She waits for me to shake my head before continuing. ”The House has lied to you, Amara. Your universe wasn't the first. There was another-one that bore the Harbingers into life. When The House saw how strong the life forms were-how they could destroy so much in the world with a mere glance-the Leaders decided they were a threat. They took over the universe and enslaved the Harbingers, forcing them to destroy their own home before taking the survivors back to The House. Then they made the poor things serve them for all eternity. It's no wonder they allowed The House's enemy to command them into the murder and destruction of Watchers and universes. They've wanted revenge since the beginning of time.”
”How do you know all this?” I ask.
Elli stands, wandering over to the shelves and dancing her fingers across the spines of books as she answers. ”I was there. I saw it all. As one of the first members of The House, I've been here through everything. The creation of all these silly rules. The enslavement of the Harbingers. The decision to hide the Key.”
A queasy feeling builds in my gut. ”I thought you said you didn't know about the Key-at least, not until we found that book.” Elli turns to me, a devilish grin playing across her lips. The truth is clear to me now, but I can't-won't-believe it. Not until she admits it to me.
”You're the enemy of The House. You've been behind everything from day one,” I say.
”You caught me!” Elli exclaims, throwing up her arms in mock surrender. When I don't laugh, the smile slides from her face and she drops her hands back to her sides. ”Took you long enough to figure it out. I thought for sure you'd eventually grow to suspect me, but you never did. You even turned on Nim, but not me. Maybe it's because I'm so much like you: different. An outcast. Someone that cares about more than The House and its stupid halls and walls and doors.”
”Why?” I ask, my head spinning. ”If you're the one behind the killings-the one who's trying to take over The House-why don't you just go to Earth and get Noah now? You know who he is.”
”Haven't put two and two together yet, I see,” Elli says. She lets a pause go by, waiting for me to connect the dots, but grows impatient when I don't respond. ”The prophecy, of course. I've been around long enough to know the sights of the Seers can't be defied. I'm not a Watcher, and the prophecy says a Watcher is the one who brings the Key to The House. It also mentions a Watcher will be connected to the Key and act as its protector.”
Elli pulls a stack of folded papers from her pocket-the same papers I found slipped under my door. As she reads from them she glides her fingers across the back of the parchment, brus.h.i.+ng them over the drawing of Noah's face.
”The prophecy of the first Seer regarding the Key speaks of the fate of The House. The Key will be brought into these walls by a Watcher, who will then unlock the mystical force that powers our inst.i.tution. With this power she will either destroy universes or save them, but either way, The House will suffer a terrible end. And then, from the next page: The Key and a Watcher will become connected, and for the rest of the Watcher's existence their lives will be intertwined. One will be unable to survive without the other, and each will have to forgo many trials to stamp out the evil that takes over The House.”
Discarding the papers on a nearby shelf, she glares at me. ”The prophecy mentions two Watchers, but it never crossed your mind that they're one in the same. You, Amara, are both. You're the Watcher that brings the Key into The House. You're also its protector. You're the reason The House will fall to me-the reason I'll become ruler over all the universes. Do you understand now?”
My legs go weak and I stumble back into the wall, clutching the edge of the shelves to support my weight. ”I don't believe you. Why would you put me through all this if I'm the Watcher the prophecy talks about? The killings, the destruction. It's senseless.”
”I had to guide you down your path,” Elli says. ”If I'd just asked you outright to bring Noah to me, you wouldn't have done it. You'd have fought against me. This way, I convinced you that you're the good guy. Let you get attached to the boy. You thought you were being n.o.ble. I let you fall victim to your own fate without you even knowing it.”
”Then why tell me all this now? I still haven't brought the Key here. You haven't won.”
”Dante got in the way of my plans. He went to Earth to retrieve you over some petty agenda, and in doing so he forced my hand. I had to convince Nim to rescue you. And now I have to convince you to bring the Key to me.”