A Tale from Time

What if it were possible to create a better future by sealing off the past—permanently?  Seven years ago, this question set in motion a daring operation that resulted in a devastating loss for the Collective. The magical rebel order had finally managed to free the future from the dark grip of Zahlamaer—a centuries-old magician with…

Chapter 21: Celestine’s Secret

This journal is the property of Ian Holtfield, agent of the Collective, the greatest fighting force for good of all time. At present, I am somewhere around 14 years old. I write these pages from the Sun King’s Court (Chamber 6. Moon Cycle 5. Set 714. Flarefield 13C), where I’ve spent 18 moon cycles. I…

Chapter 20: Arrest at the Fireside

Chapter 20: Arrest at the Fireside A tired looking girl was sweeping the ashes from the grate of a large fireplace when Ian and Mitch walked through the door. A gust of icy wind followed them into the room, blowing out the flames of the candles scattered along the bar top. An assortment of lopsided…

Chapter 19: The Witch in the Snow

It was hard for Mitch to believe she had been terrified, even for one second, of the blaze the Tinker had pushed her into. It hadn’t been all that hot—just very warm—and now that it was gone, all Mitch wanted was for it to return. She shivered uncontrollably in the wintery night. As painful as…

Chapter 18: The Tinker

Timekeeper Pollistone looked up from his books and sighed. It had been a long time since he’d heard the chronometer—he wasn’t sure how long, of course—but he felt the same annoyance at his studies being interrupted every time. With great effort, he rolled his drooping eyes up over his bulging nose, and studied the ticking…

Chapter 17: The Corridor

Mitch blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Flash! An electric bolt cut through the black space. Mitch gasped, startled by the sudden burst of light, and felt herself standing on firm ground. As the darkness dissolved, she held her breath waiting, hair standing on end and every nerve in her body pulsing with electricity. Small white…

Chapter 16: Fireflies in the Flarefield

Mitch opened the door and was greeted by a vampire, a fairy, and a werewolf. “TRICK-OR-TREAT!”  She grabbed a handful of candy from the caldron and dumped the treats into the outstretched bags. “Where’s your costume?” the fairy asked. “I’ll be in costume soon enough,” Mitch assured her, wondering, for the hundredth time, what her…

Chapter 15: The First Law of Birthdays

“Open your textbooks and turn to page seventeen,” Miss Sherbert instructed. “Today we’ll be talking about the three laws of electric charges.” She scrawled the words on the board slowly in cramped, cursive handwriting. “Now who can tell us the first law? Hmmm?” She looked over the rim of the tortoiseshell glasses balanced on the…

Chapter 14: The Charge

Mitch opened her eyes and stared into the dark. She was shivering. She pulled the quilt to her chin and settled deeper into her downy pillows. Had it all just been a dream? She closed her eyes and saw Eliot’s wild violet eyes burning into hers, begging her to stop. “GET OUT!” But she had…

Chapter 13: Interrogated

“Mitch!” Graham cried, spinning around to see his granddaughter scrambling down the stairs. “What are you—?” “No! What are you doing?!” Mitch demanded, looking wildly from her grandfather to the man strapped to the chair. He was well-dressed in plaid trousers and a wool blazer, but his clothes were ripped and covered in mud and…

Chapter 12: The Courtier

There were too many horses. There was too much hay. There was too much poop. The gold-paved thoroughfare leading from the village to the Chateau du Soleil was covered in it. Horse-drawn carriages of all shapes and sizes descended on the palace, kicking up waste that piled in wet clumps along the street. The butler…