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entrance is?”
“We cannot track them in the mortal world until they use a substantial amount of magic.”
“What will you do if I tell you where they are?”
“Confront them.”
Darian eyed him. With the memories of a better time drifting through his mind were memories of a war brewing between Others and Watchers that ultimately ended in the Schism, the severing of the mortal and immortal worlds. The battling immortals had nearly destroyed the human world in pursuit of one another. The only way to protect the humans was to close the gateways between worlds.
And now, two gateways were open again, and the immortals readying the human world for another battle.
“No,” he said. “I’m the Gatekeeper. I manage who and what comes through these gates. I’m responsible for you—and them—fucking up my world. Which means, I’ll let no one through who can fuck up my world.”
“We would remove them.”
“I can remove them now. I don’t need your help,” Darian said and turned away.
“You said you’d help us!” the Watcher said sharply.
“I’ll help you by getting rid of them. That’s what you said you wanted. Or is this another Watcher riddle?”
The Watcher was quiet. As Darian suspected, the small creature was unwilling to reveal its true intentions.
“You can’t do what we can,” the Watcher said finally. “You can’t stop them without us.”
“You can’t find them without me. At least I know where they are.”
“And when they strike?”
“I won’t give them that chance. I’ll find their gateway and hunt them down one by one.”
“You will find yourself short on time, ikir. ”
“Maybe. But since I am the Gatekeeper, that’s my concern, not yours,” Darian said firmly.
“You don’t want us to leave you to your fate with them! You can’t stop what comes!”
“Yeah, I do want you to leave. All of you. Go back to the immortal world. Attack the Others there. I’ll clean house here.”
The Watcher winked out of existence. Darian cursed at it under his breath, knowing it hadn’t done what he said. He looked at the portal. Even if he couldn’t close it, there had to be a way to monitor it, or he’d never be able to manage the gateways.
His body seized suddenly, and he dropped to his knees, doubled over. Pain flew threw him, scrambling his thoughts. For a moment, he didn’t know who or where he was. Darkness swallowed him before he could figure it out.
Tucson, Arizona
Near the White God’s former headquarters
The guardsman materialized out of the dark, moonlight glinting off the metallic purple symbol on his back. He approached what had been one of many former safe houses belonging to the White God near the base of the Tucson Mountains. The building had been burnt to the ground, and the guardsman began the process of sifting through the ashes. His masters only needed one small token of the body that had been burned here. Something as small as a piece of hair or a tooth—anything that the soul of the dead immortal might still cling to.
The desert around him was quiet and the sky overhead clear. It stretched for miles, littered with stars brighter than any he’d ever seen. He found himself stretching his head back to take in the view. The stars didn’t shine quite so bright in the immortal world, and the sky didn’t seem as endless.
If he didn’t find what he sought, there might not be an immortal world anymore. The guardsman lowered his gaze to the ashes as he began digging in earnest. Duty replaced his fascination with the mortal world.
His masters wouldn’t be pleased if he came back with nothing. This time, it wasn’t them he feared. Rumors spread through the guardsmen of a second Schism, one that would finish what the first started. The first tore the two worlds apart; the second would destroy one of them. It wouldn’t be his world, not if he found the seemingly innocuous token his masters sent him to find.
He remained throughout the night,
“We cannot track them in the mortal world until they use a substantial amount of magic.”
“What will you do if I tell you where they are?”
“Confront them.”
Darian eyed him. With the memories of a better time drifting through his mind were memories of a war brewing between Others and Watchers that ultimately ended in the Schism, the severing of the mortal and immortal worlds. The battling immortals had nearly destroyed the human world in pursuit of one another. The only way to protect the humans was to close the gateways between worlds.
And now, two gateways were open again, and the immortals readying the human world for another battle.
“No,” he said. “I’m the Gatekeeper. I manage who and what comes through these gates. I’m responsible for you—and them—fucking up my world. Which means, I’ll let no one through who can fuck up my world.”
“We would remove them.”
“I can remove them now. I don’t need your help,” Darian said and turned away.
“You said you’d help us!” the Watcher said sharply.
“I’ll help you by getting rid of them. That’s what you said you wanted. Or is this another Watcher riddle?”
The Watcher was quiet. As Darian suspected, the small creature was unwilling to reveal its true intentions.
“You can’t do what we can,” the Watcher said finally. “You can’t stop them without us.”
“You can’t find them without me. At least I know where they are.”
“And when they strike?”
“I won’t give them that chance. I’ll find their gateway and hunt them down one by one.”
“You will find yourself short on time, ikir. ”
“Maybe. But since I am the Gatekeeper, that’s my concern, not yours,” Darian said firmly.
“You don’t want us to leave you to your fate with them! You can’t stop what comes!”
“Yeah, I do want you to leave. All of you. Go back to the immortal world. Attack the Others there. I’ll clean house here.”
The Watcher winked out of existence. Darian cursed at it under his breath, knowing it hadn’t done what he said. He looked at the portal. Even if he couldn’t close it, there had to be a way to monitor it, or he’d never be able to manage the gateways.
His body seized suddenly, and he dropped to his knees, doubled over. Pain flew threw him, scrambling his thoughts. For a moment, he didn’t know who or where he was. Darkness swallowed him before he could figure it out.
Tucson, Arizona
Near the White God’s former headquarters
The guardsman materialized out of the dark, moonlight glinting off the metallic purple symbol on his back. He approached what had been one of many former safe houses belonging to the White God near the base of the Tucson Mountains. The building had been burnt to the ground, and the guardsman began the process of sifting through the ashes. His masters only needed one small token of the body that had been burned here. Something as small as a piece of hair or a tooth—anything that the soul of the dead immortal might still cling to.
The desert around him was quiet and the sky overhead clear. It stretched for miles, littered with stars brighter than any he’d ever seen. He found himself stretching his head back to take in the view. The stars didn’t shine quite so bright in the immortal world, and the sky didn’t seem as endless.
If he didn’t find what he sought, there might not be an immortal world anymore. The guardsman lowered his gaze to the ashes as he began digging in earnest. Duty replaced his fascination with the mortal world.
His masters wouldn’t be pleased if he came back with nothing. This time, it wasn’t them he feared. Rumors spread through the guardsmen of a second Schism, one that would finish what the first started. The first tore the two worlds apart; the second would destroy one of them. It wouldn’t be his world, not if he found the seemingly innocuous token his masters sent him to find.
He remained throughout the night,
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