distribution.”
“Alright then,” Laura said. “If you think these torrial can help us in our fight, we wil find them.” She looked to her companions to see if any had any objections, but, seeing none, continued. “You spoke as if you know of where they are. Tel us. Where are they stowed?”
Rafael met her gaze squarely. “In the Middle East.”
Chapter Thirteen
~A Promise~
Laura sat across from Logan, who was pacing the floor in front of her. They were back in the grand cavern marking the entrance of the sanctuary. Alexander and Madison had taken Rafael to meet the angels in the dream realm, and their stil bodies were lying only a few dozen feet away from her. After Rafael had shown them the torrial , they had come back here. As agreed upon before, Madison and Alexander went into the dream world with Rafael soon after to introduce him to the angels. Before that happened, though, Laura had a chance to take Alexander aside.
“He spoke of a reverberance,” she told him. “Like what we felt when we were opening the door to the archive. Do you think – I mean, is that how…?”
“I do,” Alexander nodded before she could finish her sentence. “The vault door, and the figurine we got from Selaine. Both were torrial . We fought against the same reverberance that Rafael mentioned. The question is, then, how did Selaine know to give the figurine to you?”
Laura thought for a second. “Well, she told me that her… tribe… was entrusted with safekeeping the vault. She said it was a legend of their past. Perhaps the figurine was just something that they had passed down, generation after generation, in keeping with that responsibility.”
“Even still,” Alexander replied, “why would she give it to you ? If they are supposed to safeguard it, I assume some part of that means to prevent entry by just anyone. Why would she trust you with the key, if she knew what it were?”
“I… don’t know,” Laura admitted. “Maybe she saw my concern for you. The other ways into the mines were blocked, and if she hadn’t given me the figurine, there would have been no way to get you the mushroom that was vital to your survival.”
“Maybe,” Alexander slowly. “But then again, why would she just disappear like that? You were as surprised as I to find her shop completely empty.”
“I was,” Laura conceded. “That was not something I was expecting.”
“And if she left like that,” Alexander continued, “why would she give you the precious figurine? She must have known you would not be able to find her, no matter what, after.”
“You mean even if we didn’t figure out how to open that bizarre box?” Laura asked.
“Exactly. If she knew it was the key to the vault, and she knew she wouldn’t be there for when you returned, why would she just give it up like that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I have a feeling,” Alexander replied quietly, “that before all this is over, we will find that there is much more to Selaine than either of us thinks we know.”
Alexander’s questions had started to worm into Laura’s mind. Just who was Selaine, after al ? What he said was right. It didn’t make any sense that Selaine would give up the key to the vault, just like that, if she knew what it was. Or would she? Maybe she had her own reasons for doing so. Yet what she said, about the legend of her tribe, and their need to keep watch over the archive… did she go against it by giving Laura the key? And what about that mysterious disappearance, right after Alexander had gotten better?
Her entire shop had been wiped clean overnight. None of it made any sense.
“I don’t like this.” Logan’s voice jarred Laura out of her thoughts. She looked at him. His forehead was creased with worry, crinkling up that flawless skin he possessed. His hair was swept up and back, reminding Laura of the first time she saw him with his confidence returned, that time he walked into class a new man. He was so handsome. Her
“Alright then,” Laura said. “If you think these torrial can help us in our fight, we wil find them.” She looked to her companions to see if any had any objections, but, seeing none, continued. “You spoke as if you know of where they are. Tel us. Where are they stowed?”
Rafael met her gaze squarely. “In the Middle East.”
Chapter Thirteen
~A Promise~
Laura sat across from Logan, who was pacing the floor in front of her. They were back in the grand cavern marking the entrance of the sanctuary. Alexander and Madison had taken Rafael to meet the angels in the dream realm, and their stil bodies were lying only a few dozen feet away from her. After Rafael had shown them the torrial , they had come back here. As agreed upon before, Madison and Alexander went into the dream world with Rafael soon after to introduce him to the angels. Before that happened, though, Laura had a chance to take Alexander aside.
“He spoke of a reverberance,” she told him. “Like what we felt when we were opening the door to the archive. Do you think – I mean, is that how…?”
“I do,” Alexander nodded before she could finish her sentence. “The vault door, and the figurine we got from Selaine. Both were torrial . We fought against the same reverberance that Rafael mentioned. The question is, then, how did Selaine know to give the figurine to you?”
Laura thought for a second. “Well, she told me that her… tribe… was entrusted with safekeeping the vault. She said it was a legend of their past. Perhaps the figurine was just something that they had passed down, generation after generation, in keeping with that responsibility.”
“Even still,” Alexander replied, “why would she give it to you ? If they are supposed to safeguard it, I assume some part of that means to prevent entry by just anyone. Why would she trust you with the key, if she knew what it were?”
“I… don’t know,” Laura admitted. “Maybe she saw my concern for you. The other ways into the mines were blocked, and if she hadn’t given me the figurine, there would have been no way to get you the mushroom that was vital to your survival.”
“Maybe,” Alexander slowly. “But then again, why would she just disappear like that? You were as surprised as I to find her shop completely empty.”
“I was,” Laura conceded. “That was not something I was expecting.”
“And if she left like that,” Alexander continued, “why would she give you the precious figurine? She must have known you would not be able to find her, no matter what, after.”
“You mean even if we didn’t figure out how to open that bizarre box?” Laura asked.
“Exactly. If she knew it was the key to the vault, and she knew she wouldn’t be there for when you returned, why would she just give it up like that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I have a feeling,” Alexander replied quietly, “that before all this is over, we will find that there is much more to Selaine than either of us thinks we know.”
Alexander’s questions had started to worm into Laura’s mind. Just who was Selaine, after al ? What he said was right. It didn’t make any sense that Selaine would give up the key to the vault, just like that, if she knew what it was. Or would she? Maybe she had her own reasons for doing so. Yet what she said, about the legend of her tribe, and their need to keep watch over the archive… did she go against it by giving Laura the key? And what about that mysterious disappearance, right after Alexander had gotten better?
Her entire shop had been wiped clean overnight. None of it made any sense.
“I don’t like this.” Logan’s voice jarred Laura out of her thoughts. She looked at him. His forehead was creased with worry, crinkling up that flawless skin he possessed. His hair was swept up and back, reminding Laura of the first time she saw him with his confidence returned, that time he walked into class a new man. He was so handsome. Her
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