Sons Of Destiny

I doubted that, but the threat was strong enough to ensure I kept within a hair's breadth of the witch as she started down the tunnel. It sloped at a fairly constant thirty-degree angle. The floor and walls were smooth and made of what looked like solid rock. But there were shapes moving within the rock, twisted, inhuman, elongated shapes, all shadows, claws, teeth and tendrils. The walls bulged outwards as we passed – the things trapped within were reaching for us. But none could break through.

'What are they?' I croaked, sweating from fear as much as the dry heat of the tunnel.

'Creatures of universal chaos,' Evanna answered. 'I told you about them before – they're the monsters I spoke of. They are kin to our father, though he is not as powerful as them. They are imprisoned by a series of temporal and spatial laws – the laws of the universe which our father and I live by. If we ever break the laws, these creatures will be freed. They will turn the universe into a hell of their own making. All will fall beneath them. They'll invade every time zone and torture every mortal being ever born – for ever.'

'That's why you were angry when you found out I was Mr Tiny's son,' I said. 'You thought he'd broken the laws.'

'Yes. I was wrong, but it was a close-run thing. I doubt if even he was sure of his plan's success. When he gave birth to Hibernius and me, we knew of the laws, and we obeyed them. If he was wrong about you – if he'd given you more power than he meant to – you could have unknowingly broken the laws and brought about the ruin of everything we know and love.' She looked back at me and grinned. 'I bet you never guessed you were that important to the world!'

'No,' I said sickly. 'And I never wanted to be.'

'Don't worry,' she said, her smile softening. 'You took yourself out of the firing line when you let Steve kill you. You did what Hibernius and I never thought possible – you changed what seemed an inevitable future.'

'You mean I prevented the coming of the Lord of the Shadows?' I asked eagerly. 'That's why I let him kill me. It was the only way I could see to stop it. I didn't want to be a monster. I couldn't bear the thought of destroying the world. Mr Tiny said one of us had to be the Lord of the Shadows. But I thought, if both of us were dead…'

'You thought right,' Evanna said. 'Our father had edged the world to a point where there were only two futures. When you killed Steve and sacrificed yourself, it opened up dozens of possible futures again. I could not have done it – I would have broken the laws if I'd interfered – but as a human, you were able to.'

'So what's happened since I died?' I asked. 'You said two years have passed. Did the vampires defeat the vampaneze and win the War of the Scars?'

'No,' Evanna said, pursing her lips. 'The war still rages. But an end is within sight – an end very much not to our father's liking. Persuasive leaders are pushing for peace, Vancha and Harkat Mulds on the side of the vampires, Gannen Harst for the vampaneze. They are debating a treaty, discussing the guidelines by which both sides can live as one. Others fight against them – there are many in both clans who do not wish for peace – but the voices of reason are winning out.'

'Then it worked!' I gasped. 'If the vampires and vampaneze make peace, the world will be saved!'

'Perhaps,' Evanna hummed. 'It's not as clear-cut as that. Under Steve, the vampaneze made contact with human political and military leaders. They promised them long lives and power in exchange for their help. They wanted to create nuclear and chemical warfare, with the aim of bringing the world and its survivors under their direct control. That could still happen.'

'Then we've got to stop it!' I shouted. 'We can't let-'

'Easy,' Evanna hushed me. 'We are trying to prevent it. That's why I am here. I cannot meddle too deeply in the affairs of mankind, but I can do more now than before, and your actions have convinced me that I should interfere. Hibernius and I always stayed neutral. We did not get involved in the affairs of mortals. Hibernius wished to, but I argued against it, afraid we might break the laws and free the monsters.' She sighed. 'I was wrong. It's necessary to take risks every now and then. Our father took a risk in his attempt to wreak havoc – and I must now take one in an attempt to secure peace.'

'What are you talking about?' I frowned.

'Mankind has been evolving,' she said. 'It has a destiny of its own, a growth towards something wonderful, which our father is intent on ruining. He used the vampires and vampaneze to throw mankind off course, to reduce the cities of the world to rubble, to drag humans back into the dark ages, so that he could control them again. But his plan failed. The clans of the night now seek to reunite and live separately from mankind, hidden, doing no harm, as they did in the past.

'Because the vampires and vampaneze have become part of the present, our father cannot unmake them. He could return to the past and create another race to combat them, but that would be difficult and time-consuming. Time, for once, is against him. If he cannot divide the clans within the next year or so, it is unlikely that he will be able to bring about the downfall of mankind which he craved. He might – and no doubt will – plot afresh in the future, and seek some other way to break them, but for the time being the world will be safe.'

Evanna paused. Her hands were directed towards her face, illuminating her features. I'd never seen her look so thoughtful. 'Do you remember the story of how I was created?' she asked.

'Of course,' I said. 'A vampire – Corza Jarn – wanted vampires to be able to have children. He pursued Mr Tiny until he agreed to grant him his wish, and by mixing Corza Jarn's blood with a pregnant she-wolf, and using his magic on her, he fathered you and Mr Tall.'

'That was not his only reason for creating us,' Evanna said, 'but it was an important one. I can bear a vampire or a vampaneze's children, and they in turn could have children of their own. But any children of mine will be different from their fathers. They will have some of my powers – not all – and they'll be able to live by day. Sunlight won't kill them.'

She looked at me intently. 'A new breed of creature, an advanced race of vampire or vampaneze. If I gave birth to such children now, it would drive the clans apart. The warmongers of both sides would use the children to stir up new visions and violence. For instance, if I had a child by a vampire father, those vampires opposed to peace would hail the child as a saviour, and say he was sent to help them wipe out the vampaneze. Even if the wiser vampires prevailed, and talked down the troublemakers, the vampaneze would be afraid of the child and suspicious of the vampire clan's long-term plans. How could they discuss peace terms, knowing they were now inferior to vampires, for ever at risk?

'The War of the Scars promises to end because both sides see that it might go on for ever. When the Lord of the Vampaneze and the vampire hunters were active, everybody knew the war would have a destined end. Now that Steve and you are dead, it might never finish, and neither vampires nor vampaneze want that. So they're willing to talk about peace.

'But my children could change everything. With the renewed promise of victory – either for the vampires or vampaneze, depending on which I chose to be the fathers of my young – the war would continue. As my children grew – and they'd grow quickly, since they'd be creatures of a certain amount of magic – they'd be raised on hatred and fear. In time they'd become warriors and lead their clan to victory over the other – and our father's plan would fall back into place, a little later than anticipated, but otherwise intact.'

'Then you mustn't have them!' I exclaimed. 'Mr Tiny can't make you, can he?'

'Not directly,' she said. 'He has threatened and bribed me ever since the night you and Steve died. But he does not have the power to force me to give birth.'

'Then it's OK.' I smiled weakly. 'You won't have any children, and that will be that.'

'Oh, but I will,' Evanna said, and lowered her hands so that they shone on her stomach. 'In fact, I'm pregnant already.'

' What?' I exploded. 'But you just said-'

'I know.'

'But if you-'

'I know.'

'But-'

'Darren!' she snapped. 'I. Know.'

'Then why do it?' I cried.

Evanna stopped to explain. As soon as she paused, the shapes in the walls began to press closer towards us, hissing and snarling, claws and tendrils extending, stretching the fabric of the rock. Evanna spotted this and strode forward again, speaking as she walked.