This is a joint writing project. The odd numbered chapters are written by B.G. Bowers and can be found on her blog: bgbowers Thank you.
“Why don’t our powers work here?” I asked angrily.
“Because we are in the Inbetween,” answered the Priest, lightly.
“Yes, Inbetween, a place where time and space are suspended. That is how we can live forever.”
“It’s a pocket space,” said Kat knowingly.
“Sure sounds like it,” I agreed. “Okay, so what do we do now?”
“You take the vow and carry the Secrets to the reality that is not here.”
“You mean go home?”
The old Priest laughed, “Yes, I suppose you see that reality as home.”
“Then what?” I pushed.
“I don’t know.”
“Wow, how helpful is that?”
“I am telling you our part,” said the old man, looking toward his gathered people. “We cannot leave here. We will die here, once the Secrets are in your possession. This is what we know, no more than what I have told you. Human beings are self destructing, that is why you appeared.”
“Hey, don’t look at me, I don’t know what to do.”
“Can we leave here without taking the Secrets with us?”
“I’m not sure. You can try,” said the Priest nodding.
“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on us.”
“The third Secret is,” he said leaning forward, whispering in my ear.
“That is it.”
“That’s not even a secret.”
The old Priest laughed again and patted my hand. “You will understand when you are home. Now you must participate in the ritual.”
“No human sacrifice, or bleeding animals, right, because we won’t do that.”
“No, none of that,” snickered the Priest. “I shall miss you and your sense of humor.”
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
“I know,” he chuckled. “That’s why you’re so funny.”
“Glad I amuse you, so let’s get on with it.”
“Hold our your hands and close your eyes.”
“You’re kidding, right.”
“Just do it Z.”
“Fine,” I snapped, closing my eyes and holding out my hands, as the Priest began chanting in an unknown language. The people in the room joined in and I felt a surge of power run through my body. And all at once I understood everything. I saw everything. I gasped at the beauty of it all and felt tears run down my face. The chanting increased and so did the lessons, until the voices stilled and a small grey stone lay on my open palm.
“Z?” asked Kat, breathlessly. “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” I said looking around the empty room. the walls were bare, the glyphs were gone.
“It was amazing,” whispered Kat. “I feel…”
“I hope they’re happy, wherever they are.”
“Let’s get out of here, we have a lot to do.”