Book Two Chapter Forty Eight: Power Pull from Starter

Book Two Chapter Forty Eight: Power Pull from Starter

Youre mistaken, Qube said, careful not to move into Mr. Clockworks line of sight. The village was destroyed, not the villagers.

Every soul lost, Mr. Clockwork said mournfully.

They werent, Qube snapped, stepping forward. Mr. Clockwork froze. Qube nearly bit her tongue in frustration, but forced herself to move behind the automaton. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

All your friends and family, Mr. Clockwork said eventually. Its so tragic. Youll have to avenge them, Chosen One.

The terrible sense of dread that surrounded Qube pressed against her. She closed her eyes, and willed herself to stay calm. No. He was wrong. It was as simple as that. He had made a terrible mistake. Why, he couldnt even look at her when he was saying such things! He must be malfunctioning. Maybe he had to go back to Construct Crossroads and get fixed up.

I gave Mr. Igma a letter to give to them, she said, her eyes still closed. You need to give them the letter. You need to go to the village and youll see that theyre all fine. They are rebuilding. They are fine.

She was serene. The fear surrounded her, but she was protected. That inner flame, the drive that had brought her this far, spread out, sheltered her. It was her own mental [Lesser Shield], driving back the darkness before it could overwhelm her.

Such a tragedy, Mr. Clockwork said.

The shield cracked.

You have made a mistake, Qube said. We have to go investigate. Everyone is fine. She took a deep breath, rebuilding her inner fortification until it was once again flawless.

Sometimes I think I can still hear the sounds of village life. Ah, if only we had known then how fragile such a peace had been!

This was ridiculous. Mr. Clockwork was, as the Chosen One would say, glitched. She wouldnt even bother the Hero with such a petty thing! She would just dash to the village, quick as can be, and then meet him back at the inn before he even knew she was gone. Then she would be able to see how everyone was safe, and no one would have had to worry about anything, and she could even bring the other Potentials and then everyone would be happy to see everyone and they would all be friends because everything was fine.

Qube opened her eyes, and realised that her hand was outstretched, like shed been about to grab hold of Mr. Clockwork. There was no sign of the mechanical man. She wasnt sure when hed left. She hadnt heard him walk away. How rude of him to not say goodbye. Another sign he was malfunctioning. The Mr. Clockwork she knew would never leave without getting all the gossip. Maybe her [Heal]ing him had caused this. She would have to apologise.

They would laugh about it later, once she returned from the village and hed been repaired.

She put one foot in front of the other. She felt lightheaded as she watched her own feet moving. It was like Mr. Clockwork had made her into a construct, too. Flawless, automotive, she was moving without feeling a thing.

One foot in front of another. Again, and again. That was it. She would have to hurry, though; it would take some time to gather the potentials and bring them back from the village before the Chosen One realised she was late. Faster. Faster. Suddenly she was running, nearly stumbling as she burst out of Cobbletown gate, her eyes burning. She raced through the rolling green hills, retracing that path theyd taken so long ago, before theyd met everyone else, when shed been so full of fear and self doubt.

She felt like she was being held back, her limbs growing heavy, and the edges of her vision becoming jagged. It was like the world was chugging, ripping at the seams, struggling to let her through. She couldnt breathe. She pushed back, forcing her way forward, desperately pulling power from her inner fire, that spark that never failed.

Numbers flashed before her.

She tore through the resistance, the world suddenly flying by as she ran home. Sooner than she would have thought possible, she was at the woods that had encircled her entire childhood, standing in the spot where the Chosen One had woken her up and told her the villagers had survived.

Where their adventure had started.

The track that led back home twisted into the woods. She was shaking as she stepped on it. She couldnt think. She was just moving. Everything would be fine. Silly Mr. Clockwork. He was so broken. She would see in a second.

The path turned a corner, and she was standing next to a blue Save Point. Beyond her, stretching out, was the landscape shes known her entire life. The flat plains ending in gentle hills, cut through with a bubbling river.

And overlaying it all was death.

The houses shed grown up around had been reduced to charred, wooden bones. Craters were blasted in the community vegetable patch, the land ripped apart. In a way, shed been right. The villagers were, indeed, there.

What remained of them.

Please, she whispered, alone in the dark. Please. I promise Ill be Good. Just let everything be fine. Please.

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She couldnt say how long she stayed there, kneeling in the ruins of her childhood. After some time, she felt as if she were being watched, from very far away. Not anything sinister, just a sensation of awareness.

The Save Point next to her flared, and from the bright blue light, the Chosen One emerged.

She didnt say anything. She didnt move. She didnt know what to say or do. So she just did nothing. The Chosen One stood there, looking out at the village, and then at her. After a few moments he sat down next to her, and just looked out over the vista of destruction. Hed been sitting there for a long time before the thought bubbled up in her head: she should probably say something to help ease the tension.

She ignored the thought. The day drifted on. Dusk was starting to creep in when he shifted positions, and it was like that movement snapped something within her.

You knew, she said, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Yes, he replied.

Why didnt you tell me? she asked. Her world waited on his answer.

I didnt think it would be important, he said. His hands, resting on his knees, clenched into fists. Her world crumbled.

You didnt think it would be important? she asked, vibrating with wrath. She finally looked at him, but he was just staring out at what had once been their home. Her home.

I didnt understand, he quietly replied.

How can you not understand? she asked. Trauma, shock, hed just witnessed everyone theyd ever known or loved die, she should be more compassionate, she should comfort him. Qube ruthlessly shoved those thoughts aside.

I didnt think, he explained. I didnt know. And by the time I did realise how important it was, how much it mattered, it was too late. How could I tell you then?

Not important? she asked again.

I messed up, he said, looking at her and flashing that crooked smile, that now heart-achingly familiar expression. But then I kept telling myself that, as long as you didnt know, it was fine. I could fix it. Once it was all over, I could make things right again. Well, the others could. He looked down at his clenched fists. I only really seem to be good at breaking things.

She didnt care about his feelings. For the first time in her life, she couldnt bring herself to care that he was clearly in pain.

You lied to me, she said.

Im sorry, he said, looking back at her. I know its not worth much, but Im really, truly sorry. I care about you. More than I ever thought I would. And I promise you, I will make things right. I will bring back the villagers. All of them. I swear it.

You only care about them being dead because it hurts me, Qube said, with a flash of insight. Youre not sad about them, youre sad because I am.

The Chosen One looked at her, startled.

These people we grew up with, everyone we loved, theyre all dead and you didnt think it was important, Qube said, staring at the man next to her like he was a stranger.

He was a stranger.

But you didnt grow up with them, did you? she asked, as a truth shed been unable to see, a puzzle shed refused to solve, clicked into place.

Youre not my friend.