And then I was there.
I was standing at the Keeper’s Castle in front of the stairway. I’d been here before, but it had changed. There was ice spider webbing the ceiling and the banister. The floor was a layer of snow, the footprints of heavy traffic stamped through it. My shoes crunched as I moved to the 208
window and drew back the curtain. There we were, Alex and I, holding hands, far across the lake. This was it. This had to be it.
Voices fluttered from the back room and I walked up the hall, my heart knocking, not because I’d see Stephan or the Death Walkers. But because this was it. This was the end.
The door was shut and I shoved it open. A cold air chilled my skin and bones. The fireplace was lifeless. The rug that spread the floor was cracked with ice as a group of Death Walkers paused, listening to Stephan rant.
“This is the day,” he said, his black cloak trialing the floor as he paced it with his hands behind his back. “This is the day when we all reunite.”
The Death Walkers eyes glowed, their corpse-like hands clapped as they shrieked.
“The problem is, you have failed me,” he said. “You haven’t given me the star. And now all I have left is a useless portal. I can’t free Malefiscus. Do you know what that means?”
“But we have Death Walkers.” The voice moved over my shoulder and I shuddered.
Demetrius strolled up to Stephan. He wore the same black cloak. Standing side by side, Demetrius was taller, his black hair longer, but the both carried evil in their eyes.
“We don’t need Malefiscus anymore,” Demetrius said. “You can create marks. You and I can rule the world.”
Stephan’s eyes were cold as he traced his finger along his scar. “Do you not remember what this represents? Are you forgetting where we came from?”
Demetrius flinched. “I’m not forgetting, but we don’t have the star and we can’t free him without it. But we have the portal and there are enough Death Walkers to freeze over the world.” He lowered his voice. “We can still do this. We can still control everything.” 209
Stephan slammed his fist against the mantel. “He’s in our blood he’s the one who started this all. Don’t forget where we came from.”
“And we’re the ones who are going to end it.” Demetrius swished back his cloak. “Years and years you’ve sacrificed your life protecting a world that does nothing but cause more problems. But if we do this, we can control the faeries, the witches, the vampires everyone.
Forever.”
Stephan clenched his jaw. “We were supposed to free him. It was what we were born to do.” He touched the scar again. “It’s why we have these.”
I backed against the wall as more Death Walkers packed themselves into the room, choking the air away.
“No, it’s not time yet,” Stephan growled at the Death Walkers. “Stop asking me that same stupid question.”
Wow. He was really cracking under the pressure. I liked it.
He picked up the Sword of Immortality and ran his finger along the jagged blade. I thought he was going to stab one of them again as he strode for the nearest Death Walker.
“Breathe on this,” he instructed, holding the sword in front of a Death Walker’s mouth.
The Death Walker huffed and a mist puffed from its lips, blowing the Chill of Death on the blade. Then Stephan cracked it against the chair, shattering it into a thousand unusable pieces.
“No more threats,” he muttered and returned to the fireplace. “Well, let’s go then.” It was like an orb when it first appeared, a bright blue ball that built in the center of the room.
I glanced around, wondering who was doing it. The ball moved for Stephan and he buckled back, bumping his arm against the bricks of the fireplace.
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“What is that!” He barked, leaning his head back as the orb bounced for him. “Which one of you is doing this?”
“I am.” Aislin materialized in the center of the ice army and she wasn’t alone. Laylen towered beside her, holding her hand for support.
Stephan grinned wickedly. “Has my daughter finally come to reunite with me… are you afraid of what’s coming?”
“Nope,” she said, lifting her hands and the orb raised with it. “But you should be.” Then she thrust her hands forward and the orb exploded with shimmer, growing bigger and bigger, sealing around Stephan, Laylen, and herself. The Death Walkers charged, but their bodies bounced against the orb, some slamming to the floor and other’s shrieking.
Demetrius stood by the door, uncaring, a true evil side-kick.
“You can’t kill me.” Stephan’s voice simmered through the translucent wall and he showed Aislin his Mark of Immortality. “No one can.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” She leaned forward and cupped her hand around her mouth like she was telling him a secret. “Because you’re going to die today.” He laughed, the sound bubbling through the orb. “No one can kill me, especially you.”
“I know.” She told him confidently. “But I didn’t say I was going to kill you, did I?” Her hands sparkled. A swirl of light, bright colors vaulted upward. “Scutum aufero recipiam.” I inched toward the orb and quickly tried to memorize every word she spoke.
Nothing happened and Stephan tipped back his head, laughing wickedly. “I’m unimpressed Aislin. And a little disappointed. I would have hoped my own daughter would be able to do better than this. Guess I set my expectations too high.”
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“Or your arrogance too high,” Laylen said and then rammed headfirst into Stephan’s gut. Their bodies cracked as they hit the floor and Laylen took a swing at Stephan’s face. But Stephan blocked it and reached for his boot, yanking out a knife.
I gasped, running for them, but then slid to a stop, forgetting I couldn’t touch them.
Aislin rushed for them and stabbed a knife into Stephan’s wrist, right in the center of his Mark of Immortality. “Accipe bonum industria a!” Aislin faltered as she took out a small vile from her pocket and dumped the liquid on Stephan’s arm, mixing it in his open wound.
Stephan elbowed Laylen and freed his hand, giving Aislin a hard slap across her cheek. She soared backward, her body knocking against the wall of the orb. Laylen sank his teeth into Stephan’s arm and he retaliated with a kick to the stomach. The sphere started to spark, fading in and out.
“Laylen,” Aislin screamed, crawling for him. “It’s time to go! Now!” She extended her hand and Laylen ran. But Stephan snatched hold of his leg and he tripped to the floor. He slammed Stephan’s head with the heel of his boot, clawing for Aislin.
If they didn’t get Stephan off, he’d transport with them. I flipped out, wondering if I was going to witness the end of one of their lives.
The orb abruptly burst with a loud thunder like a massive ocean wave rolling for land. The floor dusted with light and sparkles. One last kick from Laylen and his shoe collided with Stephan’s face.