Gran hadn’t learned about the Google. “Some questions don’t have answers.”
Brown eyes gleamed, undeterred. “No-but there are still clues.” He took a deep breath. “Astral travel is an old power, so I started reading the old books.”
Gods. The history of travelers was full of death and misery. “This isn’t work for children.” It broke grown men.
“I’m a witch.” Said quietly, in a tone reminiscent of Moira at her least biddable. “And I know how to find things in books.”
“We don’t know how to save them, Kevin.” Marcus willed a modicum of kindness into his voice-the boy was just trying to help. “We’ve never known.” One of the oldest of magics, and one of the least understood.
“I know.” Sadness shadowed the boy’s mind. “I didn’t realize there were so many.”
Marcus did. He’d learned every last one of their names as a child, looking for some clue, some way to find Evan and bring him back. “Put away the books-there’s nothing to find.” He ran a hand through the boy’s hair. “I was a reader once.”
Kevin pulled out a sheaf of paper from his backpack. “I made a list. All the travelers I could find, and where they lived, and what happened to them.” He took a deep breath. “I think I found something.”
There were pages of notes. All written in careful childish hand, mute evidence of many hours spent deciphering cryptic old texts. Days of work, started long before anyone else had even begun to think straight.
It wasn’t in Marcus to send him away unheard. He would listen-and then perhaps the boy could be convinced to master the fine art of diaper changing instead of spending useless hours in the bowels of witch history. “What did you find?”
“It’s easier to see this way.” Kevin reached into his backpack one more time, and then started unfolding the rattiest map Marcus had ever seen. “South America fell off while I was working, but you don’t really need that to see the pattern.”
South America wasn’t the only continent in serious jeopardy. And several countries in Africa hadn’t been called by those names for fifty years. “Where’d you find this?”
“Joey’s grandma’s attic.” Kevin’s eyes gleamed with treasure found. “No one else wanted it, so she said it was okay if I took it home.”
Joey’s grandma’s attic had been feeding small-boy fantasies since before Marcus was born-he was fairly certain she planted a new crop of treasures up there every spring.
“Do you see the pattern?” Kevin stood calm, but his mind was practically zinging.
Marcus stopped trying to decipher African countries and attempted to pay enough attention to reward Kevin’s efforts. There were little brown X’s scrawled all over the map. “What are all the markings?”
Kevin nodded in approval-apparently the question was on the right track. “Those are where travelers lived. Every time I found a town, I marked it on the map.” He frowned. “The records aren’t very good-I couldn’t find a location for everyone.”
No doubt. Not to mention that cities had changed a fair amount over the last several hundred years. Marcus tried to focus. There was a fair collection of X’s in the east. “Lots on the coast here.”
Kevin hovered, trying not to explode. “Where else?”
Marcus looked. “Ireland.” Not exactly a surprise-half of recorded witch history happened on that small green island.
“Where else?”
Marcus reached a finger out slowly and touched a quiet brown X on the coast of Nova Scotia. Evan.
“Sorry.” Kevin looked down at his shoes. “I wanted to include all the data. It’s what good researchers do.”
There was a reason he’d been born to crusty bachelorhood. He hurt feelings just by breathing. “What did you find, witchling?” Marcus cursed the gruffness in his voice-and had no bloody idea what to replace it with.
“All the travelers…” Kevin’s voice was barely audible now. “They all lived near water.”
Water. Mists. Marcus’s eyes sped over the bedraggled map. All the X’s. All within a stone’s throw of the ocean. Most witches lived near water, but not all. He felt the pattern of the X’s coalesce into certainty in his brain.
Astral power only worked near the water.
One more time, Marcus touched the lonely X on coast of Nova Scotia.
“Will it help?”
Kevin’s glasses sat askew on his nose. Gently, Marcus reached out to straighten them. And blessed the boy who had found him something to work with.
He had a clue. A thread. A place to start.
And now, by the gods, they would have a plan.
Chapter 14
Chaos in Realm wasn’t all that unusual. But as Jamie surveyed his domain from a convenient hilltop, it was clear this wasn’t the usual kind of bedlam.
Marcus was remodeling-and he’d recruited half of the coders in Realm to do it, including most of those who were usually trying to depose him as the number-three player in the land.
And he was revamping part of Moira’s Meadow.
Which required serious chutzpah-and admin-level access. Jamie squinted as a familiar figure walked into the meadow. Or a world-class hacker. Damn. After ten years of invisibility, Daniel was suddenly haunting Realm again. And while Nell’s husband had admin access, it amused him not to use it.
Time to get a closer look. Jamie ported down to the field where chaos currently reigned-and nearly tripped over Warrior Girl, setting some kind of multi-layer warding spell in place. Which would have been really nice coding if his leg weren’t halfway through the spell.
Ginia giggled. “Don’t move, Uncle Jamie, and I’ll have you untangled in a jiffy.”
That would be good. Glitter had ruined two sets of armor already this week-hanging out with Warrior Girl was a dangerous occupation. “What the heck’s going on?”
She grinned. “Uncle Marcus is building a nursery.”
A what? Jamie scanned the field. “A nursery needs a moat?”
“That was Aervyn’s idea.” Ginia unwove spell threads as she talked. “Uncle Marcus vetoed the alligators, though. Too many teeth.”
Aervyn was loose in Realm? That couldn’t possibly end well.
Jamie tried to remember he was in charge-that’s what he told investors all the time. “Who gave him admin access?”
“Mia. Or maybe Shay. Somebody did.” His niece cheerfully dismissed a major security breach. “Marcus says we can make one of the rooms pink and glittery from head to toe if we want.”
Bribed by glitter. He needed to have a serious discussion with his child labor, but first he needed to chat with the rogue player who was running this show.
Getting there was tricky. He encountered a singing Moira, planting neat beds of blue flowers. Mia and Shay, installing a lagoon that looked suspiciously like the one he’d just coded for his private Realm retreat. Daniel and Kevin, directing a geek brick-laying crew. And Sophie, muttering something dire at the rocks underfoot.
By the time he got to the guy in charge, Jamie was pretty sure he was the most poorly informed witch on either coast. “Ahoy the captain. What’s going on here?”
Marcus shrugged. “It was either this or move to Kansas. This seemed easier.”
“Kansas?” Jamie had sudden visions of tornadoes. The last time one of those had shown up in Realm, it had spread purple poop over four kingdoms. “Why?”
“Far away from the water.” Marcus pointed a delivery of rocks in the direction of one of the castle walls. “Where have all the travelers lived?”
He was failing witch Twenty Questions. “Not in Kansas?”
Marcus’s eyes sparked with victory. “Exactly. Kevin figured it out-they all live near water. The mists. Water must be some kind of conduit for whatever power makes astral travel possible.”
Jamie blinked. It made an eerie kind of sense. “So you’re taking Morgan away from water?” Virtual reality was about as far away from water as you could get-of the real kind, anyhow.