painting. As he stepped off, they retracted like a tongue. The hole shrank until it disappeared completely. Then the paint swirled around and reformed as a solid portrait once more.
The man who had spoken was standing at the base of the main staircase. He had a Viking look about him. Long blond hair and a thick beard platted at the end. He wore ceremonial plate armour and a long red cape which flowed down to his legs. I could tell he was a Vampire. When he spoke again, I realised he was speaking in Norwegian.
“Sage Faru, I’ve been looking for you.”
“Sage Asmund, I do apologise. How may I help?” Faru answered in the same language.
“Nice speech back there. But we all know it’s got absolutely nothing to do with our presence here. One new Awakening does not warrant the gathering of every Sage on the planet. You and I go back a long way Faru, so I don’t appreciate you keeping me in the dark on this. What’s the real reason we were summoned?”
Faru nodded. “I am sorry for the deception Asmund. With the number of SOS rogues hiding in our bases, I could not afford to take any chances. Sage Etorre has provided me with some deeply unsettling news. I have gathered everyone here so that we may discuss our next steps. You will be escorted to the Temple of the Divine Elements within the next hour.”
The Seelian moved down the stairs and headed towards the Feasting Hall doors. Sage Asmund strode over to it and placed a large hand on the ornate handle. Before opening it, he turned to the other leader. “Does this have something to do with the boy?” I felt my blood turn cold. Faru nodded. “Yes, I believe it may.” Sage Asmund returned the nod and yanked the door open. Together they disappeared inside.
I sat on the balcony for a few more minutes, trying to return my breathing to normal and running through what I’d learned. Something so big was happening that Faru felt it necessary to gather every Sage from every HASEA base in the world to agree on a course of action. And it could involve me. All manner of scenarios ran through my head. Was it to do with my gift? Or maybe something to do with the swords? Do they think that I’m an SOS or something? The last thought filled me with a blind panic. What if they kill me? I shook the idea away. What possible reason could they have for thinking that I’m SOS? They brought me in! But what’s going on? The solution was simple.
I have to find out.
I made my way back down the stairs and into the Feasting Hall. Two Agents were stood either side of the entrance to the Library. I recognised Agent Green. “Mr Eden, we were about to come and look for you,” he said. “Sorry, I got lost trying to find the bathroom,” I replied, forcing a laugh. The agent smiled. “No problem sir, please head inside and enjoy yourself.”
The library was like something out of a Dickens novel. A crackling fireplace stood in the centre of a world of books. Novels and tomes of all shapes and sizes were squeezed onto towering shelves. At the end, an iron staircase corkscrewed up to a U-shaped balcony where the devotion to all things literature continued. Several comfy looking armchairs and a few worn looking leather sofas were dotted about. Some Guardians and Sages were sat on them, others stood in large circles, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Several waitresses moved about, balancing flutes of champagne and other strange looking drinks on silver platters. Outside, the heavy rain had started again, which seemed to make the room feel even cosier. Gabriella excused herself from the petite fairy she was talking to and rushed over. “Did you fall down the toilet or something? I’ve had to hold off like a million people who wanted to talk to you.” “Sorry I-“ “Doesn’t matter. Come with me, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Leading me by the hand, Gabriella led me to where a tall, robed man who looked a little like an older version of Delagio stood speaking with a Chosen about my age. “Alex, this is Sage Etorre, leader of Castello.” The man smiled, causing little wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes. He extended a hand. “A pleasure to meet you Alexander,” he said in Italian. “You too sir. You’re the leader of the base that Gabriella moved from?”
“I certainly am.” Etorre gestured a hand near his waist. “I knew Gabriella when she was this big. I watched her grow from an awkward child into a strong, beautiful woman. She was a fantastic Guardian and we were all sorry to see her go.” His gaze fell to Gabriella’s hand — which was still holding mine. “I see it’s unlikely we’ll get her back now,” he added with a grin.
She snatched her hand away. I glanced over and noticed that without a doubt, her cheeks had flushed. Sage Etorre chuckled. Despite the churning feeling inside, it was impossible not to like him.
“Anyway, I was very impressed when I learned about you dispatching that vile Rahuman. And without training no less.”
I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. “Well, I got pretty lucky really.”
“The way I see it, you acted quickly in a deadly situation. I wish some of my Guardians shared those instincts.” He patted my shoulder. “Anyway, I shan’t keep you any longer. I’m sure you have plenty of other people you would rather speak to. I just wanted to take the opportunity to meet you.” His face sobered for a second. “Look after each other.” He turned his attention back to the Chosen he had been speaking to before.
Dozens of Sages came over and introduced themselves to me. I shook hands with them all and engaged in small talk in an array of languages, whilst keeping one eye fixed on the clock above the fireplace. I noticed that the number of people in the room was diminishing. Agents kept walking in and ushering the leaders through a door in the corner of the library.
I’m running out of time.
I made sure I sounded more and more confident with every person I spoke to. It had the desired effect of making Gabriella split off and leave me to my own devices. I finished talking to Sage Glid — a terrifying looking black Oni with red markings, who lead the Beijing base.
Seizing the moment of solace, I moved over to where Rachel stood talking to Dakin. I’d almost reached them when I was intercepted by a thin woman wearing a long black dress. Her dark hair had been dragged back into a tight bun. Her features were pointed and thin, reminding me of a bird. She extended a spindly hand, which I shook gently for fear of breaking it. When she spoke, her voice sounded stern, like a boarding school headmistress.
“Alexander, my name is Sylvia. I am here on behalf of the Coven.”
“Nice to meet you Sylvia.”
“Selene, the head of our Coven wishes to meet you in person. It is customary for all new Chosen. I trust this won’t be a problem?”
“No, no, I would be happy to meet her.” Please not now.
“Excellent, I shall arrange for you to be brought to her within the next few days.”
I breathed an internal sigh of relief. “I look forward to it.”
Sylvia gave a curt nod and then marched out of the room. What a strange woman.
I reached Rachel and Dakin. The Vampire glared at me, top lip curled. He snatched a glass of blood from a passing tray, drained and slammed it back down without once looking away. His eyes flashed sliver. Then he barged past me and headed to the other side of the room.
“Seriously, what is that guy's problem with me?” I asked, jerking a thumb in the direction of the brooding Vampire.
Rachel shrugged. “To be honest I don’t know. He’s always been moody, but he seems to really dislike you. I think the Crimson Twin thing just rubbed it in for him. They are pretty sacred.”
I sighed. “Whatever. Anyway listen I need to ask you a favour, but you can’t tell Gabriella.”
Rachel frowned. “I’m not sure I like the sound of this. But go on.”
I told her about the conversation I had overheard between Faru and Asmund. She listened intently. When I was finished she looked thoughtful and then tapped a finger in the air.
“I think we need Del.”
Rachel dragged him away from a group of female Guardians who were hanging off his every word. When we were sure no one could hear, she got me to repeat my story.
No way buddy,” he said when I’d finished. “You shouldn’t have been eavesdroppin’ in the first place, let alone plannin’ to do it a second time! You heard what Ella said. Faru will tell us when he’s ready.”
I grabbed Delagio’s arm. “Please Del. You don’t understand. How would you feel if something this big involving you was happening and you were being kept in the dark?” I have to know!” His face softened. “But why are you even tellin’ me?” Something seemed to click. “You need my gift.” I shot Rachel a confused look. “Do we?” “You do if you want to get close enough to listen to that meeting.” Delagio placed a hand in his pocket. “I don’t
