Control (Book Seven) (Fated Saga Fantasy Series) (31 page)

“Meghan,” said Nona, standing excitedly
, startling everyone. She’d heard the echo of a thought in her master’s mind.

“Nona, I don’t know
if it will work,” Meghan told her Catawitch.

“What is it?” asked Colin, his tone desperate.

“Colin, remember in the memory, when Jas
per was talking about the stone and someone asked what they would do if the Grosvenor succeeded in their plan and were made immortal...”

“Yeah
, he said he’d use the stone to...” he trailed off, a wave of hope flooding through him.

Jasper had felt certain his powers as a Projector were strong enough to use the stone and suck the immortality
back out of the Grosvenor.

“Um, confused here,” said Sebastien.

No one answered.

Meghan couldn’t take her eyes off Colin. She swore she saw her brother change right in front of her eyes; like a switch had been
flipped and he was someone completely different.

He looked back at her, the face she recognized
eroding into a merciless stare. The intense darkness she had felt inside him earlier surging through him once again.

“I’m going to
need the Immortality Stone,” Colin spoke coldly.

“The S
tone? Why?” asked Ivan.

“I’m not going to explain it
,” he answered in a tone that said don’t question me. “I’m ending this. Today. I’m not playing by anyone else’s rules, anymore.”

Ivan didn’t know how to respond.

Sebastien gulped, wondering where his friend had disappeared to.

Even Catrina’s face was
branded with despair.

It was
as if Colin Jacoby had decided to leave and let someone else replace him.

Nona was the only one ready to act.

“Meghan,” she shouted, gaining her attention. “Start a fire. I can take you to the Stone.”

Meghan saw in Nona’s mind
what she had seen in the meadow; the Stone, just sitting there as if waiting for them to use it.

“That seems a little too convenient, don’t you think?”
replied Meghan.

“Perhaps. But does it matter? If we can use it to take out the Grosvenor...”

“What are we going to do, just show up, ask to borrow it and bring it back here?” asked Meghan. “And can we? Can we get the Stone back here on our own?”

“I don’t plan on asking,
” replied Nona. “And I know we can do it.”

Meghan wondered if Colin’s dive into darkness was spreading, as she felt a thrilling tingle raging through her veins. She threw down a fire, she and Nona disappearing.

They left behind two confused and exhausted young men, an imprisoned girl who feared the love of her life was about to go down a path he might not return from, and a Projector readying himself to destroy the Grosvenor.

And once he did
, it was Freyne’s turn to run and hide.

##

Nona once again traveled to the fire in the meadow, sending sparks flying as she and Meghan popped like embers out of the flames, in a full run towards the Stone.

The same group of soldiers found themselves startled for a second time that night, and watched wide-eyed as the two ignored them and raced across the meadow.

Meghan’s clothes were torn. Her hair in a tangled mess and her face smudged with dirt from the barn floor.

She ignored similar stares and focused only on the
Stone.

“Sorry! No time to explain,” she shouted, racing
right by her uncle and Kanda.

Arnon cringed at the sight of her.

What exactly was happening? First, Nona shows up and steals away Ivan and Sebastien without a single word of explanation. And now she returns with Meghan and they again have no time to explain.

Nashua
and a select guard had surrounded the Immortality Stone, protecting it until a new secret location for it was ready, which was expected at any time.

Meghan approached the S
tone as if it was hers, and she was simply here to pick it up.

“What are you doing?” asked one of the guards when she tried to break through the line.

“Let me through,” she demanded.

Nashua
strode over, determined to figure out exactly what was going on.

“Didn’t I al
ready say I have no time?” she said to anyone listening.

Maria joined Arn
on and Kanda, her mouth unable to close as she watched in awe, as Meghan stepped back, thrusting her arms out in front of her.

Before
Nashua could demand to know what was happening, Meghan spewed flames out of her hands, spreading them down her arms and legs, hitting the ground. Nona jumped onto her shoulders, unharmed by the flames.

The guards surrounding the
Stone gasped, wanting to step back, but could not as the Stone was right at their backs.

Meghan’s body
lifted off the ground, the flames acting like an escalator, taking her straight over the guards’ heads and onto the top of the Stone. Nona jumped down, bracing herself to move the Stone.

The entire field gathered to watch the
spectacle.

Nashua
shouted up to her, demanding again to know what was happening.

“You’re
just going to have to trust me,” Meghan replied impatiently. “You can all thank your friendly neighborhood prophecy,” she spouted, sounding a little crazy. She hoped that would get them all off her back, deciding then, that not telling the truth, at least for now was a good thing. If people found out the prophecy wasn’t real, they’d probably never let her get away with doing something like she was about to do.

A strange thing happened then. Meghan stood atop the
Stone, an unfamiliar and yet comforting feeling filling her up. Almost as if it were coming out of the Stone and shooting up into her body. Something deep inside her realized that nothing could stop her. She didn’t understand this power she felt, but she’d use it regardless.

“I’d back away now if I were you,” she warned the guardsmen.

Meghan held out her arms. Through the tears in her clothing, fiery veins pulsed through her skin, running up her neck and face. Fire erupted from her hands, spreading over the tops and sides of the Stone, encasing it in fire.

It
spread down to the ground, seeping underneath the Stone.

Meghan ignored the shouts shooting at her from all directions, begging to know what she was doing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nashua aim his palm toward her, as if ready to strike her down. She saw Kanda racing to stop him.

“Now Nona,” Meghan ordered.

Nona pushed her feet into the Stone, grabbing hold of the fire, pushing herself, the Stone and Meghan deeper into the flames.

Meghan leaned down and grabbed hold of her.

The Stone looked as though it was sinking into the ground, inch by inch.

“Hold on,” said Nona. The S
tone was the largest thing she’d ever attempted to move through fire. Her tiny body quivered under the strain.

It dropped and dropped, so low
now Meghan and Nona were nearly ground level.

“This is it,” Nona warned in a cattish shriek.

Meghan closed her eyes and held her breath. She let the fire take her. Sinking and sinking. The flames grabbing and pulling her, Nona and the Stone, sucking them back towards the barn.

##

Kanda yelled at her brother.

“Just what exactly were you going to do?”

“We came here to secure the Stone!” he returned. “Only to have it stolen, right from under our grasps! The Stone is not a toy to be used by little girls!”

“Oh, Brother...
you’d better hold your tongue. That
girl
, just might save our entire world. You just think about that.”

She stormed away, sidling
up alongside Arnon, who along with many others, just stared into the empty space where the Stone had sat. Scorch marks were all that remained.

“Arnon,” called out Kanda, her voice shaken.

He didn’t answer. Shock had taken away his ability to respond.

“Come,” Kanda said. “Let’s leave this place. We can do no more good here.” She had to drag him away.

“Where did she go?” a stunned
Milo asked. He knew his son would be wherever Meghan was. And wherever Meghan was right now, was not somewhere he wanted his son to be.

“I don’t know,” said Kanda, urging him to join them in departure.

The entire meadow buzzed.

Before Kanda made it out of the meadow,
Nashua stopped her.

“I’m s
orry,” he apologized, his temper calming. “My actions were uncalled for.”

She nodded that she understood.

“I’ve never been in a place where I’ve been out stepped at every turn.”

She reac
hed up and touched his shoulder, compassionately. “They are accepting their destiny. Who are we to interfere?”

“And just where does our job stop
, and theirs begin?” Nashua asked her. “I realize fully who they are, but they are young. Do we give them full reign to do as they please, simply because of who they are? Can they even understand how to wield such power? Who knows what it will do to them. And the boy, the Projector...” Nashua’s icy stare screamed that he did not agree with letting such power continue.

“They don’t h
ave any choice,” Arnon spoke up in defense of Meghan and Colin. “They’ve never had any choice. And until the day comes that Colin Jacoby shows beyond reasonable doubt that he cannot control his power, I will never permit anyone to touch him.”

Nashua
nodded, for the time being, accepting Arnon’s response. He returned to his army, ordering a full retreat back to the banished camp.

There,
they would regroup, and start planning for their next battle. To take Juliska Blackwell out of power once and for all.

Chapter 9

The floo
r of the barn started to rumble, the walls quaking.

Colin hadn’t moved or spoken since Meghan and Nona had left. The shaking seemed to bring him out of his stupor.
In the back of the barn, he noticed plumes of smoke and fire erupting out of the ground.

He let go of his freezing spell.

The Grosvenor released from their poses.

Colin acted quick
ly, sending out a magical blast meant to absorb the shockwave created by the black molasses like orbs. His spell slammed into the shockwave, the magic colliding and shooting straight up into the air, through the roof and into the night sky.

The six Grosvenor scurried to regroup, once again preparing to attack Colin. He did not understand why, they had no
weapon to steal his powers. Why didn’t they flee? It’s what they were best at.

Then he realized what it was. It was him. He was keeping them from fleeing. The entire time they’d been fighting, he wouldn’t let them
leave. He wanted them dead and he wanted to strike the deathblow.

He really was more powerful than the Grosvenor.

And now, as the Immortality Stone pushed its way up through the smoldering flames, he knew that they would not escape his clutches.

The S
tone rose higher, reaching the height of the loft.

The flames fizzled and Meghan and Nona jumped
off the Stone, into the loft, working their way back down to the ground.

Colin breathed heavily,
his gaze penetrating the Stone.

The Grosvenor took
one look and broke apart, trying to flee.

Colin laughed. It didn’t sound human. More primal, guttural.

“You cannot leave,” he told them. “No one leaves unless I say so.”

Ivan and Sebastien backed away, looking at each
other and then at Catrina, and her prison; the prison which was impenetrable by Colin’s powers. They suddenly did not feel safe being on the outside of it.

Colin listened to the beatin
g of his heart. If the Stone somehow had a heart, he felt like their rhythms would be in perfect sync.

Colin strode ov
er to the Stone placing his hands on it. It was as if the blood running through his veins was somehow draining out of his own body and into the Stone, then right back inside him again.

For a minute, the darkness filling his mind ebbed, replaced by satisfying warmth.
He felt Meghan trying to get past the block in his mind and opened it up to her.

“Colin, t
his has nothing to do with being a Projector,” she told him. “The Stone... I feel it too.”