Free Reality Falling (The Book Wielder Saga 2) by Sean Davies Page B

forever...”
    “You’ve got to do something other than kill time,” she interrupted mockingly.
    “You might understand someday.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’re a white-eye. You’ll live forever too – well, you will if you’re careful.”
    Alice was blown away by the revelation. “Are you serious?”
    “Well, the white-eye Book Wielders back in the day were immortal like other Supernaturals, so I should think you are too.”
    “Are they still around?” Alice asked.
    “No. When the witch hunter inquisition was in full swing most of them mistook themselves for holy warriors, what with the ability to cancel out the powers of the foul and evil Supernaturals. But when the leader of the witch hunters found out they were actually another form of Supernatural, he had them all killed in their sleep, along with most of the misguided mages they had in their ranks too. The ones that survived joined us.”
    Alice didn’t say anything back. Instead, she wondered what Edgar would have done if he’d known that she was technically a Supernatural. Would he have had her killed too?
    She went back to the room, fixed her armour back on again, holstered her plasma submachine gun, and picked up her hammer. Jonathan knocked on the door and brought in a large duffle bag filled with tools and storage cases needed for her trip, and then they started making their way through the network of portals alongside four members of Trinity guards. Alice didn’t bother calling on any of her own people. The biggest danger for her would be in the Gloom where they couldn’t follow.
    Alice started flicking through the small book. “So where is this safe house, then?”
    “This one is up in the hills of Rura, far north of the Capital.”
    “I just wish you could come with me.” Alice hesitated. “I mean all of you, that is. It would be safer, and you could tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
    Jonathan smiled and took the book out of Alice’s hands, flicking through the pages that had been folded. “Stonebark, Mankroot, Psychothorn...”
    “What pleasant names,” Alice joked.
    Jonathan shrugged. “The Gloom is far from pleasant, unless you Book Wielders have been lying to us for all these years.”
    Alice smiled as they passed through the last guarded portal in their journey through the Catacombs.
    They entered into somewhere that was completely dark. It was cold and the air smelt dank. Jonathan summoned an orb of glowing white magelight to brighten the room. They were standing in a long abandoned cellar, with dusky wine racks and barrels falling apart, water seeping through the stone walls, and rats scurrying away from the new source of illumination to hide amongst the debris. A small set of stairs led to a trapdoor which Jonathan unlocked with a long metal key from his robe, and the group made their way up into the safe house.
    It was dark inside the old house, but light from the twin moons shining through the dusty old windows brightened the place up a tiny bit. One of the Trinity guards, a Mage, shot a few tiny fireballs out of his finger tips and into the house’s wall mounted candelabras, and Jonathan dismissed his mage light.
    The large house was old and dusty, faded paintings hung on the walls, and the vintage wallpaper was peeling in places, but apart from that it was mostly intact. Overall, it was definitely in better condition than the cellar.
    “You should go upstairs,” one of the Trinity guards suggested, “just in case we get unwelcome guests.”
    “Yeah, definitely,” Jonathan backed him up. “I’ll go up with you,” he said to Alice.
    They went up the creaking stairs and into a dark study where Jonathan placed the duffle bag on the floor, and lit the candles and lamps with some fire magic. Out of the darkness, they could see an old battered desk which was out of place in the centre of the room. Alice guessed that it had been used to cross over many times before.
    She hesitated for a long while before