Сергей Лукьяненков - Last Watch

I heard the Minoan Sphere burst quietly behind my back, opening up a portal for Arina, one that would be impossible to trace. Oh, she had been a strange Dark One, and she had turned into a strange Light One.

Suddenly I heard the faint sound of music. Arina had switched on the player built into my phone. By chance?

Or to show that her grasp of technology was a lot better than I thought?

They seem to have left the nigredo like you and I

And they walk in the light, knowing nothing.

They spit in the mirror and laugh at themselves-yes,

They have left the nigredo, knowing nothing.

The dark one will be punished, his brow smeared with chalk,

The light one will be caught and rolled in soot,

But what can you do?

Like you and I they seem to have left the nigredo,

Knowing nothing.

On the capricious hand there are eight life lines,

And so when they meet they maul each other,

But what can you do?

Like you and I they seem to have left the nigredo,

Knowing nothing.

Well now, that’s a blessing. When you manage to get out of the nigredo, whether you’re a Dark One or a Light One, you have a chance to continue your journey. You can only move on via the nigredo, decay and dissolution. Move on to synthesis. To the creation of the new. To albedo.

The ancient stones on the top of the cliff were waiting.

I reached out to them. No spells, words, or rituals were required here. I only had to know what to reach out toward and what to ask for.

Merlin had always left himself a loophole. Even as he was about to set out for the Others’ heaven, he had suspected that this stolen heaven might turn out to be hell.

“Release them,” I pleaded, without even knowing whom I meant. “Release them, please. They have done evil that was evil, and good that turned into evil. But for all things the time comes for forgiveness. Release them…”

The fortress towering over the city seemed to sigh. The birds circling in the sky started moving lower. The dense gloom in the air began to dissipate. The final ray of the setting sun fell on the city in a promise to return with the dawn.

And I felt all the levels of creation shrink together and tremble. I saw the stone figures on the Plateau of the Demons in Uzbekistan collapse and crumble, as if it were happening in front of my very eyes. I saw the Others who had withdrawn into the Twilight after dematerializing dissolve into it-with a feeling of relief and tremulous hope.

It became easier to breathe.

“Daddy, can I look now?” Nadya asked. “Just peep with one eye?”

“Yes,” I answered. I squatted down, my legs wouldn’t hold me up any longer. “Daddy’s just going to have a little rest, and then we’ll go home… Will you take me the short way?”

“All right,” Nadya agreed.

“Actually, you know what, let’s not take the short road,” I said, changing my mind abruptly. “I don’t really like short roads. Why don’t we fly in an airplane?”

“Hooray!” Nadya shrieked. “In an airplane! And will we come back here sometime?”

I looked at her and smiled. Maybe I’d manage to teach her always to be wary of simple answers and short roads.

“Definitely,” I said. “You didn’t think this was the last watch, did you?”