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Callan sat atop a chestnut horse fifteen hands high. He rode bareback.
“You’re alive,” she whispered. Or was this even real?
He slid down in a lithe move and draped the reins over the neck of his horse.
When he turned to her, she tried to move forward.
Her father stopped her. “Do not go near them, Rayen. Have you forgotten? They are MystiKs. They hunt us. They’re almost as bad as the TecKnati.”
“I know this one, father.”
“It is a trick. We have lost too many people to tricks.”
“Not anymore,” Callan called out, taking easy steps forward. “Things have changed. That is why I must speak with Rayen.”
Callan continued moving toward her.
She sensed power rising behind her. “Callan, stop. They don’t know everything yet and I’m not even sure how you are really here.”
“I’m here and so are you because you were not born fifty years ago as you thought. You were born in my time.” He smiled at her, not backing off one bit as he kept heading straight for her.
This was 2179. That thought struck her so hard she took a step back from the blow.
How were the C’raydonians still alive?
She turned to her father with questions on her tongue, but he was lifting his spear, preparing to attack.
Callan was unarmed, but MystiKs didn’t need physical weapons.
She had to stop a potential battle, or war.
Calling up her power, she felt it roll through her in a gentle wave.
Careful not to break her father’s arm, she burst past him, running to Callan.
Her father yelled, “No!”
Callan lunged forward, meeting her halfway. They collided in a mash of arms and lips. His kiss touched her all the way to her soul. It unwound the hurt and misery balled inside her, allowing her happiness to finally dance free. She didn’t care if this was all a dream as long as she didn’t wake up.
His powerful arms held her close, lifting her, and swinging her around as he turned. She felt him outside her mind and opened all the way to him. When he flowed inside, the world turned a beautiful shade of purple.
That was all the confirmation she needed.
She was laughing, then he joined her with a happy sound that came from deep inside, the kind that overflowed with joy. She’d never really heard that from him before. Not laughter with such abandon.
That was the sound she wanted to hear forever.
When he finally put her down and they pulled apart a few inches, they were surrounded by his riders on one side and an army of C’raydonians on the other side.
Hostility and heat threatened a meltdown.
She turned in Callan’s arms to face her father, because Callan would not release her and she couldn’t let him go either. “This is Callan of the Warrior House. I have promised myself to him.”
“With your blessing we hope,” Callan added, but whispered for my ears only, “You are mine regardless of what is decided here.”
Her father stared at them without a word.
She whispered over her shoulder, “Father will come around.”
But the C’raydonian warriors were making sounds that warned this was not going to end well.
Her father lifted his spear and stabbed it into the ground.
She hoped that was not a signal of war, but she honestly didn’t know. She hadn’t gotten all her memories back yet. How could this be 2179?
Father crossed his arms, staring at them. “Do you know of her destiny?”
“Yes.” Callan stood tall and strong behind her. “I have seen her battle to save my people, to save her people, and to save people in other worlds. She is a gift to all of us, but now she is mine and her future is with me.”
Rayen’s smile should have been all the evidence needed to convince her father that she would not be deterred, but she could understand his being confused. She had hated it when she flailed around with no memories.
She squeezed Callan’s arm. “Give me a minute.”
He allowed her to step from his embrace, but his hand snagged hers and he stepped up beside her. “I’m not letting go of you again.”
Her heart danced all around her chest at the determination in his voice.
Callan gave an order over his shoulder and his entire army dismounted, leaving their swords sheathed as the two of them walked to her father.
“You didn’t have to bring an army to get to me, Callan,” she whispered.
“I didn’t bring it for that reason. I would have found you on my own no matter what. I brought an army to make a statement so that your father would know I will always protect you.”
“You and I managed pretty well on our own.”
“And I watched you too close to death more than once to go through it again. I also want the C’raydonians to know that I will defend them with every resource under my control.”
Her throat thickened with emotion at that declaration.
When they’d reached her father, she stopped in front of him and said, “When our shaman sent me away, I went to another time and place. It’s a long story and I’ll share all the details, but Callan was there with me. If he hadn’t been, I wouldn’t be here now.”
The look on her father’s face was priceless. He took stock of Callan with one long perusal and after several tense seconds he extended his hand. “I will be forever grateful that she was returned to me.”
“You’re welcome.”
Her father told her, “We must discuss this with your mother. She is just now speaking to me again. I didn’t tell her before I took you to the shaman.”
Rayen’s poor father had taken on the decision to send her away on his own. By the grim look when he’d shared that, he’d suffered for it. One thing Rayen did recall was that her mother and father loved each other completely.
For that reason, she had no doubt her mother would understand about Callan once Rayen told her how she felt and that they’d bonded.
Father continued, “I see a lavender glow surrounding the two of you. I admit that I had hoped you would choose a C’raydonian to marry, but if this is who holds your heart—”
“He does,” she answered quickly.
“Then I will honor your wishes if your mother agrees,” father finished then turned to Callan. “This may create a conflict for you, though.”
“There are none I can’t overcome to have Rayen.”
“That’s good, because to have Rayen you must give up the Warrior House.”
Rayen stepped out of the upstairs library in her parents’ home onto a wide ledge decorated with furnishings created by her people, the C’raydonians. The veranda overlooked their valley, but with the high railing and the memory of how she’d been trained to deal with heights, she wasn’t panicked standing here. Torchlights and silk lanterns lit with magic-infused rocks glowed deep umber around the valley, shining a spray of light against the darkening sky.
Her father had explained that C’raydonians had always been reclusive, but prior to the virus outbreak they had begun to move away from this valley. Once the virus began spreading, many came back, running from the TecKnati and MystiKs.
C’raydonian healers quarantined those who were ill but in a different location to prevent the sickness from entering the area where her people now lived. Just as her father had said, those infected died.
The ones who did not catch the virus were allowed to return here and the C’raydonians sealed the valley, hiding it from both MystiKs and TecKnati for more than fifty years.
Until today.
Callan strolled out behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Dinner had been strange, especially when she recalled that she’d never been in a relationship with a boy before Callan. No wonder she’d been out of her depths when they met.
Her parents had drilled it into her that as the firstborn she was expected to take over as the leader of the C’raydonians at some point. Never had the firstborn been a girl in all the C’ray generations, which was another reason the elders were adamant that she had a destiny.
It boiled down to her being the C’ray princess.
Now she knew why the word princess had sounded familiar.
She smiled at finding out why no C’raydonian was allowed to grow peanuts. Every C’ray leader was born with that allergy. The elders had been perplexed when she was born a female, so they’d tested the peanut theory on her with a tiny bite. She’d become violently ill.
That confirmed she would be the next leader of the C’ray.
Her father had made the terms clear for his support of her and Callan’s union. She had a responsibility to the C’raydonians.
But Callan had one to the Warrior House and the MystiKs.
Why do we have to always face difficult decisions?
Callan chuckled. “It’s just part of becoming an adult.”
“Did you hear that in my mind?”
“No. You mumbled the words. Stop worrying over your father’s decree. I never wanted to lead the MystiKs. I plan to convince my House that Kaz will be a solid choice, because as much as Becka is high maintenance, she’s also intelligent and fair. She’ll be an asset for Kaz.”
“Kaz and Becka? Really? Amazing. Okay, so what happened to Zilya, SEOH, Thylan, Etoi—”
“Hold it, sweetheart, and let me explain.” He resettled his hold on her and said, “Let me think. First, every MystiK, and even the TeKs from our time, who was still alive in the Sphere when we activated the computer was returned home.”
“Because of the computer?”
“Once we were back, the Hy’bridts came together to explain the elements of the prophecy. Evidently, we managed to bring the world back into balance when you, I, and Tony powered the computer, which turned it sentient.”
“Everyone was sent back to their respective worlds?” she asked, thinking about Tony and Gabby.
“As far as I can tell, yes. The Sphere is gone, too. I heard that SEOH entered the code to destroy it, because the explosion was seen seconds after we appeared at home.”
She’d missed that entire event while she slept for ten days. “What about Zilya and Etoi?”
“Zilya has been charged with treason against the MystiKs, which will have serious consequences. She will have to face each family who lost a child, then she’ll spend the rest of her life in a MystiK prison. That is not somewhere you ever want to visit. We are expected to use our powers to benefit mankind, not destroy other humans.”
She shuddered. That sounded like a fitting, but awful punishment. “And Etoi?”
“Unfortunately, she disappeared.”
“You mean escaped?”
He shook his head. “No. She was from one of the last families to disappear due to the egg-harvesting program SEOH instigated at the schools in the past. Schools like the Byzantine Institute you told me about.”
“Oh, that’s awful.” Rayen meant every word, then remembered, “That must be what they were going to do to Gabby until we found and released her.”
“Then you saved her and all her descendants.”
“And SEOH?”
“Thylan appeared at ANASKO headquarters among MystiK leaders surrounding SEOH and Rustaad, SEOH’s right-hand man. SEOH was in the process of sending a TeK infected with the K-Virus back to the past to kill MystiK ancestors, but the MystiKs were able to prevent that. Thylan tried to roll on SEOH and Rustaad, but Thylan’s testimony meant nothing. In the first few days that I was back, our world was filled with chaos and squabbling. Every House was still represented at the BIRG Con.”
“So, you and the other MystiKs all appeared in the same location?”
“Yes.”
“How did that happen? You were captured in different areas, right?”
“The only reason I can figure for us returning to one spot together is that either the united power of the Hy’bridts and G’ortians were pulling us to them, or the prophecy controlled it.”
She thought back on what she’d learned of Hy’bridts and G’ortians while she was in the Sphere. “Aren’t Hy’bridts reclusive? Basically, MystiKs who are not considered team players?”
“They were until two Hy’bridts, one nineteen and one twenty, crossed paths while searching for a lost MystiK. They talked and decided they would be more powerful as a team, something the older ones would never have considered. The Hy’bridts had a vision that clued them in that SEOH intended to attack MystiK power with technology of some sort during the BIRG Con. They convinced G’ortians to travel to the BIRG Con with them undercover.”
“Is that why SEOH feared the Hy’bridts and G’ortians so much?” she asked, glad to hear Callan sound so relaxed.
“From everything I’ve learned over the past ten days it appears that SEOH was a fairly keen observer. Evidently, his spies reported that the reclusive Hy’bridts and younger G’ortians might be less resistant to change than their MystiK counterparts. Given a chance, they might communicate with one another and, by sharing information, come to conclusions SEOH didn’t want reached until it was too late. And in this, he was correct.”
She’d been so wrapped up in what was going on while they were on the Sphere that she hadn’t considered what SEOH might be doing back in Callan’s world.
Uhm, my world, she corrected herself.
She asked, “Did the Hy’bridts prevent the attack?”
“Yes, and over the past ten days they’ve met several times with the TecKnati ANASKO board members who admitted they feared what MystiKs would do so they agreed to sending the future leaders to the Komaen Sphere, but they all thought it was more like a summer camp based on what SEOH had shown them during progress reports.”
“Summer camp my butt,” she grumbled.
“And a very nice one.” Callan leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Anyhow, the Hy’bridts and TecKnati joint council have come to several agreements. One is that they’ll have a committee of ten TecKnati and ten MystiKs, including G’ortian leaders, to vet any decisions that affect this world or space travel. The list goes on and on, but basically for the first time since the K-Virus, the MystiKs and TecKnati are going to work together in a peaceful way.”
“The world really is coming into balance,” she murmured.
“I hope so. Only time will tell.”
“You still didn’t tell me what happened to SEOH, Thylan, and Rustaad.”
“I did get off track. This joint committee heard enough evidence from the imprisoned MystiKs and Mathias, who spoke through a Hy’bridt, to convict SEOH of crimes against humanity, murder, theft of TecKnati funds, and maintaining a stable of sentient beasts, which have since been destroyed.”
She had to interrupt. “What about the beast sent back in time? And what about Phen? He was at the school, too.”
“V’ru was right about the time lock. Everyone the TecKnati sent back in time returned to our world when we activated the computer built by Tony and V’ru.”
She studied on that. “Does that mean the laptop that Tony, Gabby, and I used to open the portal wasn’t the only sentient computer?”
“Actually, the Hy’bridts said that neither computer was truly sentient. Not yours or the one Tony and V’ru built. The combined energy of you three—a MystiK ancestor, a TecKnati ancestor and a C’raydonian—is what opened the portal through the laptop to the Sphere.”
She thought on the elements of the prophecy. “That’s why it took the same combination to open the computer Tony and V’ru built.”
“Technically, yes, but it was more than that,” Callan explained. “As per the Hy’bridts, the prophecy was set in motion when the C’raydonian ancestor Damianus, the MystiK, Lysandra, and the TecKnati, Antonis joined their energies. The Damian Prophecy was fulfilled, and everyone sent back to their original places in time, by combining three specific energies, not just any C’raydonian, MystiK and TecKnati.”
She closed her hands on Callan’s, taking in every second of having him with her and continued sorting through everything out loud. “You were the one who leads when others cede. I was the one who will seek, and all will forfeit,” she admitted, even though that part still bothered her. “Tony was the outcast who entered as an enemy and departed as a friend.”
“Correct, but our bond was crucial to the outcome, too,” Callan pointed out.
She’d almost prevented all of this by refusing to bond with him. She would have lost Callan forever, and her people would have been destroyed.
A lot of things might be different right now.
Angling her head, she mused, “Sounds like it was about the power of humans joining together for a common goal.”
Callan’s arms pulled her closer to him when he whispered, “The power of caring. And of love.”
“Yes,” she answered just as softly. But she still wanted something confirmed. “That means the sentient beast that attacked me in the past was definitely returned to our world, too, right?”
“Yes, but the Hy’bridts contained it the minute it showed up. Two men from that Byzantine Institute you told us about were convicted along with SEOH, Rustaad, and Thylan.”
“Was one of them a Dr. Maxwell?”
“Yes, and the other one was called Brown.”
She nodded, waiting on Callan to continue.
“SEOH, Rustaad, Thylan, Maxwell, and Brown were sentenced to spend the rest of their days on one of the planets discovered in ANASKO’s space program.”
“That doesn’t sound like a tough punishment.”
“Oh, but it is, sweetheart. All the dangerous plants and creatures in the Sphere came from that planet. The TecKnati board left the punishment to the MystiK leaders. SEOH and his group will be dropped off with the same rudimentary tools that we were given in the Sphere. They’ll have to figure out how to survive croggles and killer plants on their own. And they’ll have to find nonpoisonous food without the help of someone like V’ru.”
“They won’t last a day,” she pointed out, but she couldn’t feel any sympathy for men who had killed children and tried to wipe out a race of people. That was a fitting punishment. “How is V’ru?”
“He’s good. Better than good. He slept for four days and scared everyone, but when he woke up, he said history had changed and he had needed the down time to reboot.”
She was still in awe over V’ru’s amazing mind.
Callan added, “Tony promised to leave V’ru a package buried like a time capsule. The first thing V’ru demanded was to go to the location Tony had told him. Everyone in the Records House quakes in their boots now with the new and improved V’ru.”
That tickled her even though she missed Tony and Gabby just hearing this. “What did V’ru find?”
“The sealed container had a library of printed comics plus a letter that V’ru cried over, but they were happy tears. He shared some of it with me. Tony went to something called MIT, but it took him longer than he’d hoped to accomplish his goals because of the Byzantine Institute vanishing overnight. He did get his brother back, and brought him into Tony’s company, which was where a woman named Hannah came to work. Tony married her. He had known her at the Byzantine Institute, but she hadn’t recognized him when they met again.”
“Hannah didn’t remember anyone from the school?”
“No. Tony found Gabby once he had the money to do what he wanted. He said he and Gabby seemed to be the only ones in their time who could recall anything about the Byzantine Institute. It was as if the world had paused long enough for everything to swing back into balance. He and Gabby agreed to protect the secret.”
“What about Gabby?” Rayen hurt thinking about how she and Jaxxson would not be together.
“Gabby created a world organization that focused on gifted children, regardless of the type of gift. She was a highly respected clairvoyant of her time and met a man that Tony said reminded him so much of Jaxxson that it was weird.”
Rayen laughed as a breeze stirred and made a few strands of her hair dance across her cheeks. “Tony thought everything he didn’t understand was weird.” She breathed a deep sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“They’re all gone.”
“Yes and no.” Callan rubbed a hand up and down her arm, his touch soothing her as much as his words. “Jaxxson is in our time and hasn’t found his soul mate yet, but the Hy’bridt from the Healing House described a vision of Jaxxson in the future. He was with a young Hy’bridt who possessed a sharp wit, and the couple were surrounded by six kids. Oh, and Tony funded a special humanitarian program he called Woo-Woo, Inc. with Gabby on the board. SEOH was still SEOH when we returned, but there are positive signs that both Tony’s and Gabby’s efforts have influenced the world we now live in.”
Callan squeezed her a little tighter and went on. “V’ru caused an uproar by declaring C’raydonians to be a race that deserved respect and recognition. He said SEOH’s predecessors had believed C’raydonians were more powerful than even the MystiKs. The TeKs were fine with that so long as the C’raydonians remained in seclusion, but when the virus hit and some C’raydonians wanted to live in the cities, the SEOH in charge at that time refused entry. Then they feared C’raydonians retaliating at some point, which would force the TeKs to deal with two groups of people with unusual powers. That SEOH spread lies about the C’raydonians, which the current one continued to spread, gaining the support of paranoid MystiKs who helped TeKs determined to wipe out one race they saw as a threat.”
She shuddered. “It’s sad to think how many deaths were caused by those lies.”
“Yes, but the MystiKs now see how their paranoia has been as much a part of the problem as the TecKnati leaders.”
“Do you think these changes will last?”
Callan chuckled. “They will if V’ru has anything to say about it. He’s turned into an eleven-year-old powerhouse. He’s tossing out edicts and demanding that the houses live up to the changes he’s seen. He told me off to the side that Tony convinced him that his opinion counts. That’s another sign of Tony’s influence.”
“Yes, but I’m trying to picture skinny little V’ru when he’s at home in his element. No doubt that formidable mind of his is turning the world upside down.” It was hard to process all that had happened. She tried not to dwell on the children lost, but she couldn’t stop thinking of one particular young man. “You said Mathias testified.”
“Yes, a Hy’bridt called him to the committee meetings and transmitted his memory of the wraiths, plus she brought me in and drew from my memory of what happened to Mathias, then used her magic to show it to the committee. That was what convinced the TecKnati to defer to the MystiKs for SEOH’s punishment.”
“Is Mathias at peace?”
“Yes, he told our Hy’bridt that he had Gabby to thank and that he would watch over her descendants for the rest of time. The TecKnati are erecting a memorial to the dead MystiKs in every city, but they’re casting a profile of Mathias on a new currency as an icon for reminding us of the selfless leadership we should all strive for.”
“You don’t need that reminder, Callan. You’ve always been selfless when it comes to others.”
“Maybe at one time, but the minute I had a dream of where you were and knew how to find you in my own time, I would not allow anyone to deter me. I told the Warrior House and other MystiKs that anything else they needed would have to wait until I returned.”
“What about uniting all your Houses?”
“Kaz and Becka will work with the Hy’bridts and the other G’ortians to that end.”
The sound of voices singing drifted up from far below.
Callan turned her to face him, and she dropped her head against his solid chest. She would have him forever, but she wanted to be with him right now. “I don’t want to wait, Callan.”
Her father cleared his throat on the ledge below them and everyone nearby heard it.
Callan’s warm breath teased against her cheek when he whispered, “Two years does seem like an eternity, but your father’s right about waiting until you turn twenty and that we should get to know each other without being under the stress of having our lives on the line. Plus, you have two years of training ahead of you to become the next leader of the C’raydonians. We don’t have to rush to start our life together.”
“What about you? You said all you ever wanted to do was lead your warriors.”
“Kenja told me she believes the Uberon Warriors and the Warrior House will be stronger together than apart, and that we need to present a united front as our leaders go into further negotiations and cooperation with the TeKs. She’ll take over the position of leading the Warrior House, which will be more powerful than ever in history. I have no problem moving here to live in the valley. I will train with your father’s warriors and learn their ways so that when the day comes for us to stand guard over your people, we will be a strong team.”
Callan looked down at her with the kind of love she knew only happened once in a lifetime. She didn’t think her heart could expand any more until he kissed her forehead and whispered, “Your people will be free to leave this valley whenever they choose, and our children will roam this entire country just as their forefathers once did.”
A tear ran down her cheek.
She’d turn eighteen in a month, and she’d celebrate it with Callan and her family. Eighteen no longer meant the possible end of his life, and here he was with her when she’d thought she’d never see him again. She could wait two years. It would be torture, but nowhere near as bad as the idea of watching him face the wraiths.
He would be here to share each precious day with her.
She whispered, “You’re right. There’s nothing we can’t overcome now that we have time.”
Standing there, she stared up at her destiny and saw her future in his eyes, as an unprecedented and unpredicted blood-red moon moved gently across the skies above them.
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Dedication
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Dear Reader:
We could have made up a bunch of things – which we did *g* – but there’s quite a bit of research and history that went into all three books. We used true elements for developing backgrounds for things like the C’raydonians. We built the C’raydonian history using the Navajos as our origin for their group. What part is true? There have been recent discoveries that indicate many of America’s indigenous peoples may have originated in East Asia and crossed the Bering Sea on a land bridge 500 years ago, before it was lost into the sea. These same people spread to what was later known as Western Europe as well. The term shamanism was first used with Turks and Mongols and may have been a prevailing spiritual practice during the Paleolithic period. This gave us the basis for creating Damianus, our ancient Shaman with Siberian roots who was also a C’raydonian ancestor.
Thanks to Mary’s husband Jim mentioning the early “analog computer” discovery made when divers happened on a wreck off the Antikythera Island in the 1990s, we had the seed of truth that bloomed into our “mythology” of computers. Just as we showed you in this story, there really is a device called the Antikythera computer which has scientists scratching their heads, so our explanation is as good as theirs right now.
As for the future, we can only imagine based on all the things we know in today’s world. The one thing we do hope for is that the future will learn from the past.
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