Chapter 9
"Okay, who exactly is this guy?" Cassandra asked, her arms not crossed, just over her chest, gripping the elbows. Everyone was basically assembled about the room like they were a bunch of detectives and witnesses trying to figure out a crime. "His name is Gerard. He battled Jimena once. So that would explain why he'd want revenge. But why would he pick on you two? Can't he find some other way to spite his lover?" Serena said.
Stanton laughed. "We were closer than any regular tutor-student. We were really good friends. And he clearly must have known that." Rachel stood up from her seat between Tymmie and Murray. "Yeah, but what I don't understand is how he knew. She was a private woman. She didn't even tell us she had a lover, she barely told father what she was teaching us, so how would he know?"
"But as a wizard isn't it obvious? He probably has telepathic powers or something similar." Stanton pointed out. "Now another point of concern, why is he after you? What about me?" Rachel bit her lip. "He said he had his own little plans for you." Collin took his face out of his fingers. "Well what worries me is what he plans to do to you guys." Rachel tilted her head.
"He said that until we were dead, he planned to make our lives as miserable as possible." "And how does he plan to do that?" Tymmie asked angrily. "How the hell should I know?" Rachel turned on him helplessly. "Listen, if he wants to know the incantation, then he couldn't have given it to me, so maybe we really do have an ally." "But who?" Serena asked.
"I don't know I—" Rachel started to say, then the sight of Serena reminded her of the Daughters. Catty in particular. "Time travel!" She yelled, then grabbed the spell book. She looked in the index, trying to find the T section. "Here!" Cassandra jumped beside her, and pulled back her hair. The others followed. "What is it?" Stanton asked over her shoulder. "It's the time travel." She flipped through the book to get to the page.
"Oh! I get it, a friend in your past used magic to give you that mark." Yvonne said in a realizing tone. "And how much you want to bet it was your servant, or friend as it were." Chris said, following the pages with his eyes. "Hey, wait a minute." All heads turned to a suspicious Stanton, he said, "I thought we couldn't read this." Rachel looked back at the book. "I can't I—"
She stopped when all the words were translated into English. All of them were perfectly visible in English. How? "Hey, wait, why is it all of a sudden readable?" "You tell us." Karyl said. She looked up, then at all the faces. "None-none of you can read this?" They all shook heads, and Rachel looked down at the book. "Oh well, If I can read it so what? I mean, it might help. Wait, here we are!"
She looked at the words. "A witch cannot go as herself in the future no matter what, for if she goes to far, she will lose herself. But with a disguise, the disguise will be what lost. Sometimes there may not always be control of what the disguise is." She looked at them all. "It was her!" She said happily. "But if she went forward from that long ago, and went at the same date as yesterday, then what happened on that day?"
Considering the date, Stanton looked at her, then turned around, facing her right in the eye. "Put me in your memories. On that day, we maybe can figure out what she was doing." Rachel blinked. "But we don't even know what year she went." "Probably the year we got crossed over. Let me try. 763 years ago, yesterday." She took a deep breath, then nodded. Looking him in the eye, she pushed into his mind, and brought him back into hers.
He sat there, his eyes wide, his face blank. Strangely, his eyes seemed to come alive at the sight of his childhood memories. After a few minutes, he squinted. As the Prince of Night, he could manage to get out of her memories on his own. His eyes widened. "It was the day father came home from that battle at Fertenier Valley." Rachel's mouth opened. She remembered that day quite well.
She remembered when she saw her father. Her pure happiness that her daddy had come home alive and in one piece. Then she saw a shadow in the alley. It turned out that it was Raissa, her clothes battered, her eyes frightened. She had said, "Leave! Don't," Then she suddenly disappeared. Maybe Gerard took her away. But why? "When did she leave?" Serena asked. "It must have been before she came to me. Because after that I never saw her again." Tymmie tilted his head. "Not necessarily, but it's most likely."
Rachel gripped her head. "You know, I can't think about this right now. Can we please just break out for a little while? I promise, anything unusual happen, I'll head straight home. I just can't focus on this so much." Everyone seemed to agree, except typically Stanton. But after several pieces of begging, and two puppy-dog looks, he said, "Alright! Alright!" She hugged her thank you to him, then sent everyone off.
"Okay, want to party?" She asked. Stanton raised a brow. "I thought that was the point." "Great! Works for me!" Rachel screamed, then ran into her bathroom to shower.
"Okay, who exactly is this guy?" Cassandra asked, her arms not crossed, just over her chest, gripping the elbows. Everyone was basically assembled about the room like they were a bunch of detectives and witnesses trying to figure out a crime. "His name is Gerard. He battled Jimena once. So that would explain why he'd want revenge. But why would he pick on you two? Can't he find some other way to spite his lover?" Serena said.
Stanton laughed. "We were closer than any regular tutor-student. We were really good friends. And he clearly must have known that." Rachel stood up from her seat between Tymmie and Murray. "Yeah, but what I don't understand is how he knew. She was a private woman. She didn't even tell us she had a lover, she barely told father what she was teaching us, so how would he know?"
"But as a wizard isn't it obvious? He probably has telepathic powers or something similar." Stanton pointed out. "Now another point of concern, why is he after you? What about me?" Rachel bit her lip. "He said he had his own little plans for you." Collin took his face out of his fingers. "Well what worries me is what he plans to do to you guys." Rachel tilted her head.
"He said that until we were dead, he planned to make our lives as miserable as possible." "And how does he plan to do that?" Tymmie asked angrily. "How the hell should I know?" Rachel turned on him helplessly. "Listen, if he wants to know the incantation, then he couldn't have given it to me, so maybe we really do have an ally." "But who?" Serena asked.
"I don't know I—" Rachel started to say, then the sight of Serena reminded her of the Daughters. Catty in particular. "Time travel!" She yelled, then grabbed the spell book. She looked in the index, trying to find the T section. "Here!" Cassandra jumped beside her, and pulled back her hair. The others followed. "What is it?" Stanton asked over her shoulder. "It's the time travel." She flipped through the book to get to the page.
"Oh! I get it, a friend in your past used magic to give you that mark." Yvonne said in a realizing tone. "And how much you want to bet it was your servant, or friend as it were." Chris said, following the pages with his eyes. "Hey, wait a minute." All heads turned to a suspicious Stanton, he said, "I thought we couldn't read this." Rachel looked back at the book. "I can't I—"
She stopped when all the words were translated into English. All of them were perfectly visible in English. How? "Hey, wait, why is it all of a sudden readable?" "You tell us." Karyl said. She looked up, then at all the faces. "None-none of you can read this?" They all shook heads, and Rachel looked down at the book. "Oh well, If I can read it so what? I mean, it might help. Wait, here we are!"
She looked at the words. "A witch cannot go as herself in the future no matter what, for if she goes to far, she will lose herself. But with a disguise, the disguise will be what lost. Sometimes there may not always be control of what the disguise is." She looked at them all. "It was her!" She said happily. "But if she went forward from that long ago, and went at the same date as yesterday, then what happened on that day?"
Considering the date, Stanton looked at her, then turned around, facing her right in the eye. "Put me in your memories. On that day, we maybe can figure out what she was doing." Rachel blinked. "But we don't even know what year she went." "Probably the year we got crossed over. Let me try. 763 years ago, yesterday." She took a deep breath, then nodded. Looking him in the eye, she pushed into his mind, and brought him back into hers.
He sat there, his eyes wide, his face blank. Strangely, his eyes seemed to come alive at the sight of his childhood memories. After a few minutes, he squinted. As the Prince of Night, he could manage to get out of her memories on his own. His eyes widened. "It was the day father came home from that battle at Fertenier Valley." Rachel's mouth opened. She remembered that day quite well.
She remembered when she saw her father. Her pure happiness that her daddy had come home alive and in one piece. Then she saw a shadow in the alley. It turned out that it was Raissa, her clothes battered, her eyes frightened. She had said, "Leave! Don't," Then she suddenly disappeared. Maybe Gerard took her away. But why? "When did she leave?" Serena asked. "It must have been before she came to me. Because after that I never saw her again." Tymmie tilted his head. "Not necessarily, but it's most likely."
Rachel gripped her head. "You know, I can't think about this right now. Can we please just break out for a little while? I promise, anything unusual happen, I'll head straight home. I just can't focus on this so much." Everyone seemed to agree, except typically Stanton. But after several pieces of begging, and two puppy-dog looks, he said, "Alright! Alright!" She hugged her thank you to him, then sent everyone off.
"Okay, want to party?" She asked. Stanton raised a brow. "I thought that was the point." "Great! Works for me!" Rachel screamed, then ran into her bathroom to shower.