Chapter Seven:

Chapter Seven:

When I'm half from you it's thirties thyme,

Funny if our names should rhyme! For if they did,

You would be me,

I'm all alone on my family tree.

We share a last name both the same, and always end from whence we came.

I run and skip,

You linger and walk; I pass you thyme's,

But have no thyme to talk!

When I'm half of you it's at the end, then we start the race

Again and again.

We cannot beat ourselves of course,

Not in a boat or on a hoarse, we are what all will race each day, but no matter how fast,

We'll win anyway. We're now and never and in between,

Could you guess what THAT could mean? I'm, not to sure of what to say, but I can always

Fly away.

  • G

IT had been a tough day for all in the Chrestomanci castle a week later, a message was always finding it's way to Chrestomanci or the others there, all except Darlah and Fordge, which was most likely better for their health.

"I'm ready to tell you what happened in the forest." Fordge said, walking into Chrestomanci's study.

"You-you are? Are you sure!" Chrestomanci was awe struck. It had only been a few months and Fordge had recovered so much that he was going to tell him what happened! It was amazing.

"You have helped me, so I have decided to help you. It has to do with the birth of Genisis." Fordge said looking down at the floor. "I am assuming you have heard of it by now."

"Yes, I'm afraid. We have discovered Genisis not long ago. We're not to sure what it could be."

"I was at home, with Darlah she might have told you what happened, but she was to young to need to remember how horrible it was. I convinced her she had fallen asleep after I had seen someone heading off into the forest with a multicolored lantern." Fordge continued. "I said she must have dreamed what had happened, and eventually, she would forget the dream. But when she did, I was surprised. I didn't think such a thing could leave a person. No matter how innocent. I then locked up the memories inside of me, but in the doing so, it weakened my other eight lives-"

"Other eight lives!" Chrestomanci jumped up and stared at him. "But, there can't be THREE enchanters at the same time! You and cat are to close in age to be….." he stopped speaking.

"Yes, I have had nine lives all of my life, I knew it was strange but never told anyone, because I feared about it. I have all of them still intact. We'll, I used too. A few weeks ago the Genisis came to my dreams, and bargained a life off of me, I ended up loosing eight. I don't know where they are, but I know that tonight I will not be here tomorrow, so I have to tell you what has happened tonight."

Chrestomanci stayed up with him late that evening, listening to all that Fordge had to say, and some things started to make sense, some things were starting to connect in his mind. Fordge's story was almost over when Chrestomanci put his head in his hands during a long pause.

Fordge did not continue.

"Carry on, carry on." He said looking into the chair Fordge was in.
But he wasn't there, and any trace of where he might have gone was in a single little form.

Another letter lay where Fordge had just been moments before.

So it's a drop of ending of the chapter, you'll just have to wait until Eight is up! Nayahhhhh! Well, anyway, I have to read a fic now, tata!

-Andrew