Story 24. New plan.
"And if I don't come back, no one will know what you've done", - the Spellbinder said, looking at him. Gryvon wasn't surprised, hearing about this crazy idea to go to Paul's world. Ashka had always had an extra plan, he saw it so many times. But the tought that she had come here only now stung anyway.
"Are you so sure of me? – He asked, hesitating. - What if now I could already had been banished?"
"What are you talking about? – The woman was caught by his intonation. - Gryvon, you want to play offended? Right, just in time. Or perhaps you did think that I will take the castle by storm, alone, with no powersuit, and retake you from the Council?"
He kept silent. Ashka shook his shoulders.
"What's wrong with you, eh? Anyway, you hadn't been banished. And if you need my apologies, - she hesitated for a second, - I am sorry. Yes, I am sorry that it happened. But one of us had to escape and give the other one a chance to know everything happening in the castle. It was you who became the other one…"
She looked at her Apprentice again. Without malice, without sarcasm. Without falseness. Looking her in the face, the young man saw that very young fairy, watching him from a stairs with her captivating green eyes. Fragile, defenseless and beautiful.
"Gryvon, we were going to complete it, - the Spellbinder said quietly, - so let's not draw back from our goal. I can not do it alone, and speaking about you – my rising will be yours as well".
He looked her in the face, realizing that the decision he had almost made became unimportant at once. That the chance Correon showed him that was to give him his rank back, became useless. That the wrong path became even more dangerous and led him further, giving no chance to come back.
"What are you doing to me, Spellbinder?" – the young man murmured, already knowing he was to agree…
And he agreed. He did it. Performed all the tasks. He took the powersuit, set the Eyestone… Opening the shining cover, the young man understood he had almost no regrets about his actions. It was as if his soul saw double, producing two conflicting entities. The first one showed itself not in a proper time and said his actions were illegal, giving him the images of his parents and Correon, who had nearly gifted him with freedom. Gryvon tried to crash this part of him, leave it in the shadows, not to deal with it, forget as something shameful. The second part of him… It "forgot" everything. But it remembered too much at the same time. The duel victory, which became their small triumph, the talk to Regents and new Council member initiation, the tears on his shoulder and the waterfall of silky ginger hair, the funeral pyre… And the moment something almost broke inside Her. When his wrong path became Their path…
He looked at the blurry dimensional gate which hid Ashka's powersuited silhouette. Now he could just wait. And hope they would succeed…