Night Wind
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.
Welcome, dear reader, to the second arc of the story of the Night Wind people. The Clockwork Chronos has graciously lent me the viewing portal of the past, so I may transcribe it for you for future enjoyment.
House of Stone and Light
"EMERSON MICHAEL ELIAS!"
"Hang on, Nathan," the red-haired boy said into the microphone on his headset. "Mom just found the empty box of Alka-Seltzer from when we made those rockets yesterday."
"Ye gods, that was fun," Nathan said, grinning in the webcam in the right hand corner of the screen. "We should do it again sometime."
"Not anytime soon, I would hope," the voice of Amanda Elias smoothly replied, annoyance dripping off her tongue. She stood, leaning against the door frame, hands folds, and feet crossed. "Emerson, say goodnight to Nathan. Your father and I need to have a talk with you about your science experiments."
"Okay, Mom," her son replied. "See you tomorrow, Nathan."
"Goodnight, Mikey," came back the reply before the screen went black.
Mikey scratched his arms. The itch was back again and stronger this time. He looked down in time to see the strange black markings appear on his arms. He wished to the highest depths of cyberspace why they always appeared at the most random of times along with the blasted itching
"Yes, ma'am," he meekly answered, turning around in his chair and stood up, stretching his arms to get the kinks out. "What's for dinner?"
"Cheese ravioli and a garden salad," his mother stated. "Go wash your hands and set the table, if you don't mind."
"Alright," he said, tugging down the long-sleeves of his sweatshirt, so she wouldn't see the marks. Last thing he needed were his parents to go on an hour-long tirade about the evils of getting a tattoo again.
"So it was Mikey the whole time?" the Watcher asked.
"Yes," Clockwork said, then frowned. "'The seventh beside the first shall stand'."
"Why was Danielle able to sense Danny searching, but not Mikey? They've interacted on a daily basis almost a 1,000 different ways in each of the time loops."
"Save your questions for later, my Watcher," the Time Master interrupted, tapping his head. "Lunaris has just asked permission for one of her phantoms to come above to the daylight realm. Time for you to go home; I'll be changing some things this time around with the time stream."
"Clockwork, you can't!" L'orb shouted, arms flailing up and down in agitation. "The universe will turn upside down if you do."
"Be reasonable," Rye added, rolling his eye at his comrade's antics. "When the Council hears about this..."
"In which time loop are we talking about?" Clockwork asked calmly. "We've completed six infinite cycles now. The only thing I will do is allow the Fentons to have the element of surprise when their portal turns on. What they do with the boy shall be quite amazing."
"But...?"
"Go," he commanded, a door appearing on the far wall across from the viewing portals.
The Watcher wrapped both arms around the Observants and ushered them out the door, with one small backwards smile at her mentor. A knowing smile echoed hers in response.
"This shall be quite the interesting voyage," the Clcokwork Chronos murmured, turning once more to the viewing portals. "With a twist at the end of this cycle, I do believe."