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 agents of the Collective. The magical rebel order had finally managed to free the future from the dark grip of Zahlamaer—a…

Chapter 29: No More Secrets

“Mitch!” Ian cried, sprinting around a bend in the Corridor. His words echoed up and down the empty hall. “Wait up!” Mitch swung around to see Ian running at her full speed. “Wow,” he said, screeching to a stop just inches from where she stood. “You look different.” “You come all the way here to…

Chapter 28: Hello and Goodbye

Ian and Mitch stood hugging in the dark. A frog let out a deep croak and splashed its way through the swampy grass. Ian was the first to look up, wiping the electric strands of Mitch’s hair from his face. Mitch stepped back, looking around wildly. “We didn’t go anywhere!” Ian cried. “We’re still here!…

Chapter 27: The Last Council

“Order, s’il vous plaît!” the marquis called out. “The Royal Council is now in session.” “Who is she?” a voice demanded from the crowd. “The witch at your side!” “Madame Duchess,” the marquis replied, his voice full of menace. “I would advise you to speak more carefully in the presence of your Majesté’s sister.” “Sister!”…

Chapter 26: The Way to OneTime

Mitch sat at the desk as the last rays of daylight faded into the purple sky, reading and re-reading Ian’s letters, terrified there was something she had missed. “Madame Princess?” came a voice from behind the door. “The marquis is waiting for you. Are you ready?” Mitch stuffed the letters into Ian’s satchel and wrapped…

Chapter 25: The Letters

Dear Little S— We stand at the gates tonight. Let the marquis’ plan play out. It will be terrible, but you must trust me. Don’t interfere! We have a plan. Send word you’re okay. Germaine can be trusted. —I P.S. We need a few more coins. Can’t risk being followed to you-know-where.  Dear I— I’m…

Chapter 24: Prince Ian’s Plan

Ian rolled over and sneezed into the hay. “Ah-choo!” “Shhh!” Countess Celestine hissed from the stall next door. “Good morning!” came a loud whisper above Ian’s head. “Are you hungry?” Ian turned sharply and forced open his eyes, which were still heavy with sleep. A smiling face stared down at him. He grabbed for his…

Chapter 23: Agents of the Collective

Graham sat at the table with his head in his hands. Dora looked on, red-eyed from crying for the past two days as Miki gently patted her back. Oren puffed lightly on a cigar. “It’ll be okay, honey,” Dora said to Graham. “We’re going to find her. She’s strong and so smart. She’ll be just…

Chapter 22: Breakfast with the Marquis

“So, it’s just after moonrise, and I’m dictating to that fool of a king, once again, what he’s to say in his address to the Royal Council. I was just about to slip away to release those vermin peasants from their filthy hole in the ground, when in walks Zahlamaer!” Mitch started, nearly knocking over…

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

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 tables, wooden stools, and plushy chairs…