Queen Ta-maal turned, as the seer approached. “Lewaer? What
have you to tell me?”
“The council has convened.”
Ta-maal’s brow furrowed. “Why was I not informed?”
Lewaer came close. “The timeline, Your Majesty, it has been
For a moment, Ta-maal did not speak. “I’m afraid you have me
at a disadvantage, my dear Lewaer.”
“It’s the consensus of the council. This timeline has
shifted. What you see, should not be.” She wandered to the window. “The land
should be fertile. The king…alive.”
Ta-maal pressed a hand to her stomach. “How can this be? The
king has been dead for ten years. The land scorched and buildings in ruin, as
far back as I can remember.”
“The timeline, in which we are now living, should not exist.
There has been a shift which has created a ripple effect, leaving us in this
world as we see it now.”
“You say it has been altered from its current course?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. We traced the source to our present.
Someone among us must have used the ancient texts, bringing into being what you
see before us.”
“One of our own?” Ta-maal straightened. “Who has done such a
“We have yet to determine the source, or why they have done
“Surely, there are a limited few.”
“Indeed.” Lewaer nodded. “And they’ve used those texts to
mask their identity. We cannot hold all with access accountable. These
individuals have been chosen carefully, for their unique ability to read and
interpret those texts. Yet we cannot allow any one of them to access the texts
alone. It has been decided, should the texts need be consulted, all must be
present at one time. That way no one can overpower another, to once more misuse
the sacred books.”
“A wise approach.” Ta-maal gathered herself. “Please, tell
me there is a way to correct it.”
“Why do you hesitate?”
“The timeline can be restored,
but you may not approve of the manner in which it must be done.”
“I see.” Ta-maal sat. “Tell me.”
“It must be Princess Amara.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“But she is all of eighteen.”
Lewaer did not answer.
“And there is no other?”
“No, Your Majesty.”
Ta-maal went to the window. Looking out over the land, she
was silent for some time. “Cala? Could you find Princess Amara, and ask her to
please come to me? There is something I must discuss with her.”
* * *
Amara drew her fingertips over the smooth, cold surface of
the gold plaque. “For my beloved Jesse.” The holder possessed a fresh rose.
Amara sighed. “I’ve told you not to call me that.”
Amara faced her, and they both laughed. “You’re doing that
on purpose. You know how much I dislike it.”
Aegan grinned. “You wanted to know about the plaque?”
“Yes. You know of it?”
“It’s a mystery. Has been for centuries. All anyone knows is
it appeared one day. No one knows who put it there, or how they got it in.”
“But how is that possible? And why haven’t they simply
“They tried. But the next day it is always back, as if newly
placed. And always a fresh flower. After many tries to remove it, they simply
stopped. It’s always immaculately kept, as the day it was found. Yet no one
here tends it.”
Amara frowned. “Who puts the flower in the holder?”
“No one knows, but every day
there is always a fresh flower. No one is seen. No one is heard. But every day
a fresh flower appears.”
Amara took the flower from its holder and inhaled its
delicate scent. “Whoever she is, she must love him very much.”
Aegan came close. “I would agree. Very much.”
No sooner than Amara slipped the flower into its holder, it
vanished. She straightened, the holder and plaque disappearing from the wall.
The room darkened and she turned. It was empty. “Aegan?” She reached out, her
arm covered in a torn and dirty sleeve. “What…?” Lowering her head, she gasped.
Her dress was soiled, its fabric worn and frayed. “How can this be?”
“How can what be?”
Amara started. “Aegan? Where did you go?”
Aegan blinked. “Princess?”
Her dress was once more as it had been, the room bright.
“You were gone. And my dress…the plaque…” She lifted her gaze to the wall.
There was no plaque. No holder. No flower.
Amara spun on Aegan. “The plaque. The one with the flower.
It was right here.”
“I know of no plaque.”
It was Amara’s turn to blink. “But…you just spoke of it.”
Aegan’s brow knitted. “I…”
Amara pressed her hand upon the wall, where the plaque had
been. “But I saw it. I held the rose.”
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The boy brushed
the dirt from his forehead with the sleeve of his grey tweed coat. He shivered,
his knickers barely reaching his knees. Hugging his teddy bear tightly, his
chin trembled. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Mommy?”
fingers throbbed, their tips bloodied, his fingernails broken.
blinked up into the light of the streetlamp. Walking through the grass, he wove
his way through the headstones and into the street.
gentle breeze swept over his face. It was quiet, but for the leaves rustling
Mills grinned and kissed his wife Diane.
ran a finger down his cheek. Nestling her head on his shoulder, she smiled.
Opening her eyes, she then gasped. “Jason!”
directed his eyes to the road. There in its middle was a small boy clutching a
teddy bear. He slammed on the brakes. The car stopped mere inches from where he
pressed a hand to her mouth. “Did we hit him?”
both scrambled from the car and into the street.
boy gazed up at them, in the glare of the headlights.
both stared, and she looked down the road and into the neighboring yards. She kneeled
before him and wiped the dirt from his face. “Sweetie? What are you doing out
here? Where’s your mommy?”
bowed his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.
honey.” She took him in her arms and pulled him close. “It’s okay. We’ll help
you find your mommy.” She lifted him into her arms.
are you doing?”
taking him to the police station, that’s what we’re doing. We can’t leave him
“What about his parents?”
waved an arm at the empty street. “Do you see anyone?”
carried him into the car and set him on her lap. He rested his head on her
shoulder, and she ran her fingertips over his hair. “My, that’s such a handsome
suit. Can you tell me your name?” He didn’t answer, and she lifted the back of
got back behind the wheel. “Now what are you doing?”
usually sew their kid’s names into their clothes. You know that.”
boy closed his eyes and fell to sleep.
thing. Must be exhausted.” She studied his clothes. “How did he get covered in
dirt? And who puts their kid in shorts to dress up?”
closed the door and pulled the car over. “I think they used to call those
at him. He looks as though he’s dressed for Sunday service, with his little
shirt and tie. And what happened to his fingers? It looks as though he was
clawing at something.” She sighed, resting back in her seat. “So how did you
come to be out here, in the middle of the night?”
back in the direction he came, Jason drove to the police station.