Benedict Jacka - Fated
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Sometimes, though, neither a focus or a one-shot will do it; you need something that’ll last and has power of its own. But to use magic, you have to be alive. The solution that some creative (and probably slightly crazy) mage came up with a long time ago is to make an item that is alive. The resulting creations are known as imbued items, and they can be extremely powerful and extremely dangerous.
Luna’s cube was an imbued item. It was too powerful to be a focus, and too complex to be a one-shot. It was complex enough that it even had protections against detection magic; there was a kind of null field around it that warded away active scans. I’d tried looking into the future to see what the consequences would be of forcing my way in, and decided quickly that I did not want to do it. This thing had a lot of energy, and it was quite capable of releasing it explosively if provoked. As yet, I hadn’t been able to communicate with it, and I wasn’t sure if there was any way to. Imbued items tend to be single-minded, and they usually don’t talk, making their own decisions based on whatever sensory input they have access to. I’d discovered the cube had a network of microscopic holes in its outer shell; that was what produced the sparkling effect when you looked into the depths. I had the feeling they were access points of some kind, and that the right signal of visible light might activate the cube, but any such signal would be extremely complex. Without more information, there was no way I could guess it.
One person, though, had been able to produce a response from the cube: Luna. I didn’t know why, but if she’d been able to get a reaction once, maybe she could do it again. At least, that was what I was hoping.
I checked my watch. Luna was due in forty-five minutes. I washed and shaved, then looked into the future to see what time she’d arrive. I paused, then looked again.
Luna wasn’t coming.
That was strange.
I looked a third time, then a fourth. As things stood, Luna wasn’t going to come to my door within the next hour, or any hour for that matter. Frowning, I pulled out my phone and called, but got her voicemail. I looked into the future, trying for a clue, and couldn’t see one. A thread of worry started to curl up from somewhere inside. Maybe she’d been in an accident?
No, that didn’t make sense. The one good thing about Luna’s curse is that it makes her near immune to accidents.
But it doesn’t make her immune to things done on purpose …
A new, unwelcome thought intruded. Maybe Luna wasn’t coming because she didn’t want to. The more I thought about that, the more likely it sounded. Ockham’s razor states that the simplest explanation is usually correct. The simplest explanation for Luna not showing up was because she didn’t want to see me. God knows I’ve had enough people flake on me before. I got up and paced, tense and nervous, glancing at my watch. Twenty minutes. Did Luna need my help? Or did she want to stay away?
Give a problem like this to an engineer, and he’ll give you an answer straight away: ‘insufficient data’. But in life, you have to make calls on insufficient data all the time. I forgot about my magic and listened to my instincts.
My instincts told me Luna wouldn’t have flaked after promising to come.
She was in trouble.
In two strides I was at my desk. I went through the drawers in a clatter, shoving handfuls of items into my pockets, snatched my cloak from the wardrobe, then ran downstairs and out the door. As I hurried down my street I pulled out my phone and dialled Luna’s number. It didn’t work. I swore and tried again. This time it rang. One ring, two rings, three rings … ‘Come on, come on,’ I muttered as I hurried along.
There was a click. ‘Hello?’
‘Luna, it’s Alex. Where are you?’
‘Um, five minutes away. What’s wrong?’
‘Luna, this is important.’ I tried to keep my voice calm. ‘I need to know where you are exactly .’
‘Uh …’ I heard Luna stop and turn around. ‘I don’t know the name of the street. It’s the one off Camden Market with that glass building on the corner.’
Luna was only a short walk away. But if she wasn’t going to arrive … I felt a chill. That meant that whatever was going to stop her was there with her right now. ‘Turn around! Go back into the market!’
‘What?’
‘Back into the market, or the shops. Anywhere there’s lots of people.’
‘But your house is the other way.’
‘I know! Luna, please, just trust me. Do it now!’
There was a moment’s silence. I’d broken into a run, and I was quickly covering the distance. Then I heard Luna’s voice. ‘All right …’
‘Are you in the market?’
‘Yes, but Alex, there are people everywhere! I can’t stay far enough-’
‘I’ll be there in two minutes. Just keep moving, and-Luna? Luna!’
The line had gone dead. I swore and kept running.
Camden Market is one of the big tourist attractions of London. It fills the blocks between Chalk Farm Road and the Grand Union Canal, and even on off-days it’s busy. On Saturday mornings it’s packed to the seams with street sellers, tourists, arts-and-crafts types, teenagers, goths, punks, trendies, performers, bargain-hunters, antiquists, dealers, kids and just about everyone else, all forming a seething mass. The shops sell antiques, knick-knacks, and fashions of the kind that newspapers call ‘alternative’ and most people just call ‘weird’, and everywhere is filled with people, talking and eating, bargaining and shopping, filling the place with noise. Finding one girl in Camden Market is like looking for a contact lens at a football match. It’s impossible for a normal person.
For a mage, though …
Luna turned off Chalk Farm Road and down Camden Lock Place. To most eyes she would have blended in with the crowd, a girl of medium height wearing casual clothes and backpack. Only the way she shied away from anyone who got too close made people glance at her. From time to time she would look nervously over her shoulder, scanning the bustling crowd.
Luna turned down a side-street where there were fewer people. She shook her head at a man trying to give her a leaflet, skirted a clothing stall, crossed onto the pavement.
Something appeared out of the shadows next to her. Luna jumped, then stopped as she recognised me. ‘Alex?’
‘This way. Quick!’
One of the best things about Luna is that she knows when not to argue. She’ll ask questions for hours without a break, but when I tell her to move , she moves. Luna ran down the stairs and I held the door open for her, then slammed it shut, hearing the lock click.
We were in an underground parking garage, filled with rows of cars lined neatly between support pillars. Fluorescent lights cast a weak glow over the concrete floor. The sounds from outside were muffled, a steady buzz. ‘Alex?’ Luna asked. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Two people after you,’ I said. I hadn’t laid eyes on them yet, but if Luna and I hadn’t ducked out of sight I would have done. ‘A man and a woman.’
Luna just looked at me, confused. ‘They would have moved on you as soon as you got to the end of that street,’ I said, and pointed. ‘Find somewhere to hide. We’re not out of the woods yet.’
As Luna hurried to the side wall, I pulled the packet of trail dust from my pocket and tore it open. I ran to the other side of the garage and opened the door at the other end, leaving it ajar so that a sliver of light crept through. Then I paced the distance back, sprinkling the trail dust left and right. The brown powder sparked briefly as it touched the floor, vanishing. Once I’d covered all the floor we’d stepped on, I walked quickly to where Luna was waiting. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked.
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