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expectations.
She looked over at Simone, who still sat typing. In the shock of Victoria’s revelation, Keira had completely forgotten that they were not alone on the plane, but Simone gave no indication that she had heard their conversation.
“Even she knew?”
“Yes,” Victoria admitted.
Keira’s eyes brightened in sudden understanding. “Marco?” she asked.
“Yes. Believe me, Keira, there were times when I wanted to storm into that house and take you away to come live with me, but how would I explain that to your parents? If your mother saw what you could do, talking with animals, commanding the elements, she would have you committed with no qualms about it. Not to mention how much unwanted attention it would have focused on you from people you were better off not knowing about.”
Keira took a few deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. She had to clear her mind and try to understand this, logically, analytically.
“You mentioned an International Council,” she said. “So, this is a worldwide thing?” She had difficulty imagining the scope of this secret. “What exactly do they do?”
“Yes, this is a ‘worldwide thing,’” Victoria nodded. “The Council’s role is, and has always been, to utilise the Families’ vast resources to ensure that the Akasha is kept safe.”
“Safe against what?” Keira asked.
“The question is not what, but whom. Keira, you have to understand that the world consists of many layers of existence. The general public knows only one of those layers—their immediate environment and that which they can touch, hear and see. Even when they do experience anything ‘strange,’ or anything that belies the general doctrine, they don’t believe their own senses. They prefer not having a light shone into the darker corners of the universe. They feel safe in their cocoons and are suspicious of anything that threatens their view of reality.”
“But it is not reality, is it?” Keira asked.
“No. But it is to them, and we want to keep it that way.”
“Why?”
“What do you think would happen if the masses find out that the Akasha, and therefore time itself, can be manipulated?” Victoria countered. “We are powerful, but we are a tiny minority in the general population. We would be overrun. The world would be altered beyond understanding.”
“Time—it can be manipulated?” The enormity of the idea penetrated through the anger Keira had wrapped around herself.
“Yes, the knowledge exists to manipulate time. There is a record—a book—and it is one of the Guardians’ objectives to keep anyone from accessing the knowledge in that book and tampering with the Akasha. This is why we are facing a war. Only I never expected it would be with one of our own.”
“War?” Keira felt like a parrot.
“Yes. There is one who believes the Guardians should use their power to change history, to take their place as rulers of the world. Unfortunately his support has grown to the point where logic and reason no longer prevail.”
“Who is he?” Keira asked.
“His name is Daemon. He lobbied for years to have Council funds assigned to studying the Akasha and how it could be used for personal gain.” Victoria scoffed. “Oh, he was clever enough to not use those exact words. He tried to make it sound as if he’d be doing humanity a favour by altering time and changing a few historical events. That goes against everything the Guardians stand for. Who will be the one that decides what will be changed? Who will decide which child gets to be born—and which child does not?”
“He wants to be God.” Keira rubbed her arms where the gooseflesh had broken out.
“Yes, and I can assure you he will not be a loving or merciful God,” Victoria answered. “We were already funding research into the so-called metaphysical sciences, but Daemon wasn’t satisfied. He kept on pushing, manipulating, and attempting to intimidate Council members to support his cause.
She looked over at Simone, who still sat typing. In the shock of Victoria’s revelation, Keira had completely forgotten that they were not alone on the plane, but Simone gave no indication that she had heard their conversation.
“Even she knew?”
“Yes,” Victoria admitted.
Keira’s eyes brightened in sudden understanding. “Marco?” she asked.
“Yes. Believe me, Keira, there were times when I wanted to storm into that house and take you away to come live with me, but how would I explain that to your parents? If your mother saw what you could do, talking with animals, commanding the elements, she would have you committed with no qualms about it. Not to mention how much unwanted attention it would have focused on you from people you were better off not knowing about.”
Keira took a few deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. She had to clear her mind and try to understand this, logically, analytically.
“You mentioned an International Council,” she said. “So, this is a worldwide thing?” She had difficulty imagining the scope of this secret. “What exactly do they do?”
“Yes, this is a ‘worldwide thing,’” Victoria nodded. “The Council’s role is, and has always been, to utilise the Families’ vast resources to ensure that the Akasha is kept safe.”
“Safe against what?” Keira asked.
“The question is not what, but whom. Keira, you have to understand that the world consists of many layers of existence. The general public knows only one of those layers—their immediate environment and that which they can touch, hear and see. Even when they do experience anything ‘strange,’ or anything that belies the general doctrine, they don’t believe their own senses. They prefer not having a light shone into the darker corners of the universe. They feel safe in their cocoons and are suspicious of anything that threatens their view of reality.”
“But it is not reality, is it?” Keira asked.
“No. But it is to them, and we want to keep it that way.”
“Why?”
“What do you think would happen if the masses find out that the Akasha, and therefore time itself, can be manipulated?” Victoria countered. “We are powerful, but we are a tiny minority in the general population. We would be overrun. The world would be altered beyond understanding.”
“Time—it can be manipulated?” The enormity of the idea penetrated through the anger Keira had wrapped around herself.
“Yes, the knowledge exists to manipulate time. There is a record—a book—and it is one of the Guardians’ objectives to keep anyone from accessing the knowledge in that book and tampering with the Akasha. This is why we are facing a war. Only I never expected it would be with one of our own.”
“War?” Keira felt like a parrot.
“Yes. There is one who believes the Guardians should use their power to change history, to take their place as rulers of the world. Unfortunately his support has grown to the point where logic and reason no longer prevail.”
“Who is he?” Keira asked.
“His name is Daemon. He lobbied for years to have Council funds assigned to studying the Akasha and how it could be used for personal gain.” Victoria scoffed. “Oh, he was clever enough to not use those exact words. He tried to make it sound as if he’d be doing humanity a favour by altering time and changing a few historical events. That goes against everything the Guardians stand for. Who will be the one that decides what will be changed? Who will decide which child gets to be born—and which child does not?”
“He wants to be God.” Keira rubbed her arms where the gooseflesh had broken out.
“Yes, and I can assure you he will not be a loving or merciful God,” Victoria answered. “We were already funding research into the so-called metaphysical sciences, but Daemon wasn’t satisfied. He kept on pushing, manipulating, and attempting to intimidate Council members to support his cause.
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