1 With fire, there is light. With fire, there is heat. The fire within us is ancient. It has burned for thousands of years. Our flames can unmake what was formed from hate. Our ashes allow life to triumph over death. Those who covet our power will try to seize it for themselves. Our power must be protected, for our power will save this world.
2 Everything happens all at once. I am falling. I am flailing. I am mired in a pool of tar. I am soaring among the stars. When time is linear, one thing happens after another. When it''s not, things get messy! I brought us here. I wanted to be a leader and my friends followed me to Cloud Gate in downtown Chicago.
I have been given an important mission by the Supreme Council. I used to have another job, but now I am the ambassador who will convince the Guardian of Palmara to open the portals linking her realm to ours. I am going to free the magical creatures being held against their will. I failed as a witch''s apprentice, but I won''t fail again. Will I? These thoughts swirl in my mind like a tempest--who I was, who I am, who I will become. I hear the fear and panic in my friends'' voices as the mirrored surface of the bean-shaped sculpture presses us to the ground. We are being flattened against the pavement. We are being sucked into a sticky blackness that stifles our screams.
We are floating weightless in a distant galaxy. It can''t be happening all at once and yet . it is! I feel frightened. I feel angry. I feel guilty. I led my friends straight into this trap, and I can''t do anything to help them. My stomach sinks with the weight of my shame. Then it lurches as the giant silver bean starts to spin! The treacherous wizard Ol-Korrok cackles as we clamor for help.
"Ah, dear guests, you have finally arrived! I have waited for this day for a thousand years. Let me say it again: you . are . welcome!" Suddenly, there is silence. The spinning sensation stops. I try to breathe, but it feels like my mouth--my entire body--is smothered by feathers. I think my eyes are open, but all I can see is a blackness so complete that it''s impossible to tell which way is up. I can''t see or hear my friends anymore, but I sense that they are close by.
I reach for them, but my fingers only feel the softness of feathers. Then I hear the gentle voice I have heard so many times before in my dreams. "Be patient, my son. We''re nearly there." He is not my father, and I am not his son. Beware the crow. I should have listened to that warning when I had the chance. I take a deep breath and reach out once more, hoping to grab hold of something.
To my surprise and relief, I think I see stars sparkling overhead. The nauseating sensation of everything happening all at once recedes. The blanket of feathers thins, and I think I feel solid ground under my body. Before long I''m able to stand. I am here. This is now. With my sight restored, I realize that I am alone. I call out the names of my friends.
"Vik? Kenny? Kavi?" The silence frightens me more than the darkness. I remember the phoenix and reach inside the pocket of my hoodie to make sure that it''s okay. It opens its eyes and looks around, clearly curious. Then it lifts itself into the black sky and starts to grow! The tiny bird that could fit in the palm of my hand spreads its wings and burns so bright I have to shield my eyes with my arm. It''s like a small sun radiating intense light and heat. Then a gust of wind sends the phoenix tumbling through space. I look over my shoulder and see Ol-Korrok grinning as the golden bird--my last ally--disappears in the distance. He is dressed in a simple black robe tied loosely at his waist with a white sash.
The stars above ring his bald head like a crown, but as he gazes down at me, Ol-Korrok almost seems . humble. Nothing like the flamboyant figure I met in Chicago or the jeering wizard who trapped us inside the bean. Seeing the suspicion in my eyes, the wizard holds up a finger, and I wait just a couple of seconds as he transforms into the small black-and-white bird from the trial. The crow perches on my shoulder and says, "Perhaps you prefer this form. You like birds, don''t you, Jaxon?" Before I can answer, the wizard shifts again and stands beside me in his monkish black robe. Where the crow''s talons dug into my shoulder, I now feel the pressure of Ol-Korrok''s long fingers. "What have you done with my friends?" I demand angrily.
"They are unharmed," Ol-Korrok assures me. "I merely sent them ahead with a gentle nudge--as I just did with your remarkable phoenix. We''ll catch up with them eventually." I peer into the darkness and realize we are standing on a narrow clear surface. I would call it a bridge except that it doesn''t seem to link anything. The first time I traveled to the realm of magic, Ma was with me and I couldn''t see anything from inside the guardhouse that served as our transporter. When things went wrong and we wound up traveling back in time instead, Ma was there to use her witch powers to make things right. The next time I stepped inside a transporter, my grandfather was there to make sure we reached the magical realm.
Now Ma''s back in Chicago and Trub is missing. Until I find my friends, I''ll have to deal with this wizard by myself. "Palmara didn''t look like this before," I say warily, missing the massive baobab trees I saw on my first visit. Ol-Korrok nods. "That''s because we aren''t there yet. First, we have to cross this remarkable bridge that I built with nothing but grit, dedication, and, of course, a little enchantment." The proud wizard pauses, and I realize this is my cue to compliment him on his achievement but I refuse to flatter him. Ol-Korrok clears his throat and continues.
"I do apologize for the bumpy ride--this is a prototype, really. It still needs a few tweaks here and there." Somehow his embarrassment helps me to relax a little, and I let Ol-Korrok guide me along the invisible bridge. It feels like we''re strolling through the Milky Way. I''m still upset about being separated from my friends, but my curiosity is getting the better of me. "Are we in outer space?" I ask. The wizard raises his arm and sweeps his hand across the glittering expanse of stars. "This .
is Source." "Source?" He lowers his arm and smiles patiently. "Everything comes from something. You and I, your friends, your realm and mine . all of it came from this. I wanted you to experience it for yourself so you would know just what it is we''re fighting for. Magic mustn''t be reduced to card tricks and silly potions. This majesty is the root of all things magical, Jax.
This is the root of life." It''s pretty hard to hide the awe I feel as I walk along the enchanted bridge with Ol-Korrok. The terror I felt when entering Cloud Gate starts to feel like a distant memory. There are many questions I''d like to ask the wily wizard, but I remind myself that I am not on vacation. I have to think about the others, too. I embarked on this journey with my friends, and they''re still nowhere to be seen. I start to walk faster, but Ol-Korrok tightens his grip on my shoulder, forcing me to match his leisurely pace. "There''s no rush.
" "I need to find my friends," I insist. "They''re probably worried about me." "I doubt they''ve even noticed you''re missing," Ol-Korrok replies. "By the time we reach them, only a few seconds will have passed since you last saw your traveling companions." I give him a doubtful look, but the wizard just winks and adds, "Time is rather elastic here." I watch as Ol-Korrok plucks a star from the sky. When he releases it, the star shoots across the blackness as if launched from a slingshot. I squint to see if I can spot my friends up ahead, but there seems to be no end to the darkness.
"They''re there," Ol-Korrok assures me, "even if you can''t see them. You and your friends share a unique bond. You can feel that they''re close, can''t you?" He''s right--I can. The wizard speaks softly and without all the dramatic gestures that marked his performance before the Supreme Council. "Why did you send them ahead?" I ask with a little less hostility. "So I could speak privately with you, of course! Your friends would have asked endless questions, which I''m happy to answer. But I suspect they''d rather receive their guidance from you. Some people just have the innate qualities of a leader, and that''s why others are drawn to them.
Your friends depend on you, Jax--you know that." When the wizard realizes he can''t charm me, he tries a different approach. "I suppose, if I''m honest, I''d have to admit that I didn''t want to have to share you with them! I''ve waited for this moment for a very long time." "You talked to me in my dreams." "I did," he admits. "I just wanted to introduce myself, really. But now that we''re finally together, we can get to know each other better." I hate to admit it, but I am curious about Sis''s mysterious twin.
"Blue already told me what happened to you," I tell him. "Why did you change your name?" The wizard sighs. "It''s a strange feeling when your reputation precedes you. Especially when you have a reputation like mine." "Seems like you''re famous--in Palmara, at least." " In.