3.7. Magicks and Lore

Melbourne. A collection of a-stringent synapses, ley-lines, and otherwise intersecting waves of thought and power. There were different people everywhere, not a one was the same. It was fascinating. Even more so than London. Morpheus was having trouble focussing, there were new things all over the place, every nook and cranny had something different to look at. There were cafes and eating places; you couldn’t swing a cat without hitting some tiny shop full of fascinating goods – not that you would be swinging cats in Bast’s presence. More than once, Alyxa had to haul him away from a window behind which lights flickered and masses of fabric folded themselves into masterpieces of fashion. Intoxicating humanity and its ingenuity.

-You’re like a week-old kitten, Dream King, seriously, get a grip,- Bast hissed at him the fourth time she and Alyxa had to come back for him.

“Sensory overload,” Alyxa said with a shrug, “we’re lucky he wasn’t like this on the plane.”

-He was like this on the plane, you just didn’t notice.-

“That’s not the point,” Alyxa murmured, pulling Morpheus away from a bookstore window.

Suddenly, Morpheus looked away, staring down the street. His eyes were violently green slits as he scanned the people wandering the pavement.

“Morpheus?” Alyxa asked, but he was moving away from them, darting down the street.

-Fishsticks and – what’s got into him?!-

They raced after him, struggling not to lose him in the crowds. When they finally caught up he was standing in front of the smallest shop Alyxa had ever seen. Before either of them could ask what had drawn him here, Morpheus opened the door and went inside without looking back.

“What on earth?”

-Well, well...look at that,- Bast mused, looking up at the shop sign.

In gilded letters, glowing: ‘Magicks and Lore’.

3.6. Tea and Pastry

Barring the doe-eyed waitress the cafe was empty, something that had been ‘Arranged’, no doubt. Alyxa prodded her tea with her spoon, trying to decide whether she wanted sugar or not. Everything tasted strange at the moment: jet-lag. She heard the shriek of a child’s laughter; a girl bolted down the street, a bewildered parent giving chase. Alyxa swallowed a mouthful of tea.

“Are you alright?” Morpheus asked, looking up from the pastry he was decorating with butter.

“I miss Amy,” Alyxa said softly.

-Who knows what Lucifer is doing,- Bast muttered sullenly.

“It is moot to speculate. Our best change of freeing the little Dreamer is to find Maye Darjeeling and force her to return her powers,” Morpheus stated, “we do not have the necessary calibre to go after her directly.”

“We could have stayed with Medea’s team,” Alyxa said, “they’re not lacking for fire-power.”

Morpheus frowned a little at the mention of Medea’s name, but his attention remained otherwise focussed.

“This is silly!” Alyxa declared, shoving her tea back, “what are we doing about finding Maye? We’ve been here three days and nothing’s happened.”

Bast eyed her over a raised paw, the tip of her tongue poking out of her mouth.

-Of course stuff has happened. I’m just waiting,- the Cat-Goddess said after a moment’s pause, -why do you think we’re sitting in this tacky little cafe?-

“The pastry is just a bonus,” Morpheus murmured.

-We’re here for her,- Bast stated, pointing her washed paw in the direction of the approaching waitress.

“The waitress?”

-The waitress.-

Said waitress bowed when she reached the table.

“Mistress, the witch you seek is not in this city,” she said.

-Where then?-

“Melbourne.”

- Thank you, kitten.-

The waitress blinked dully and toddled back to her work.

-Of to Melbourne then.-

3.5. Reception and Messages

The kaleidoscope of Jessica’s world settled momentarily into patchy visions of caves and rocky surfaces.

“Jessica?”

She turned in the direction of Aeron’s voice.

“I’m alright,” Jessica said, smiling at him, “please, continue.”

“Most of the Coven members are returning now. We should have a full house in a matter of days. After that it will be up to you to choose the next Coven Master or Mistress.”

“Because Maye left no successors we are facing an unprecedented occassion,” Delia’s voice put in from the left side.

“And in such circumstances we defer to the Coven Diviner,” her father finished.

“And I’m meant to See who the next Coven Master is?”

“I suppose,” Aeron said.

“You ‘suppose’?” Jessica laughed, “what do you mean by that?”

“It’s not like it’s happened before, Jazz,” Delia chided.   

“I know, I know,” Jessica replied, “but it’s not like I’ve done this before.”

“Touché,” Delia joked.

“We know this is a little intimidating, Jessica, but we are all behind you.”

“That makes me...”

A flash of colours showed her the face of a beautiful young boy in total agony.

“...Loki?”

One some other sensory level she realised Delia was frowning. The negativity was almost tangible.

 “Sorry,” Jessica apologised.

“Morgan used to do that too,” Aeron commented, “you said something about ‘Loki’?”

“The TrueSight is starting to show me something,” Jessica explained, “but it’s patchy. I sort of feel like I’m not getting good reception.”

Delia chuckled.

“Give it some time, there are plenty of stories of Diviners not receiving the full vision until the time was right.”

“So I just wait?” Jessica asked, “strikes me as slightly inconvenient, but alright. Is there a time limit on making this decision?”

“Sooner would be better,” Aeron said, “the Coven needs strong leadership in the times to come.” 

3.4. Possession and Opinion

“You Dreamed Odin?” Morpheus demanded.

Alyxa was brushing her teeth and had to rinse her mouth before she answered.

“Actually, I Dreamed about Loki, Odin was just there.”

Morpheus stared at her through the reflection of the mirror.

“How dare he interfere with you,” he grated after a long minute of silence.

“I think he was visiting his son, and I just happened to Dream at the same time,” Alyxa told him, applying her moisturiser next, “I wouldn’t take things so personally.”

“I’m not taking it personally, I’m – ”

“Acting incredibly human,” Alyxa cut in, crossing her arms to face him, “you’re being a little bit possessive, more so than usual.”

Rather frustratingly, Morpheus simply turned around and left the bathroom. Alyxa threw up her hands and followed him. She had taken two steps when he had her pinned against the wall, fangs buried in her throat. The blood streamed, and she felt her body grow lethargic in his arms. It grew, gliding over her skin and through her veins, until suddenly it was gone. She blinked and looked up.

“You can take more if you need it,” she whispered, drowning in the viridian of his eyes.

“No,” he told her, brushing back one of the strands of her hair, “I’m by nature selfish, and you are by nature giving.”

“I’m alright. I’ve rested, I feel good as new.”

Morpheus nodded and simply walked away again. Alyxa sighed and sat down on the sofa next to Bast.

-You two don’t keep your lovers’ quarrels to yourselves do you?- the Cat-Goddess asked, Alyxa glared at her, -I’m just saying, kitten. Some of us need sleep.-

“We have to get Amy back and stop Lucifer.”

-And I’m working on it.-

Alyxa curled up and sighed.

“But why am I dreaming about Loki?”

3.3. Father and Sons

A cavern, screamingly open and vast. Dreaming, Alyxa, sees a simply altar, pulled from the rocky floor itself. Upon it, a young boy with the face of such love-crafted beauty that it breaks her heart when she sees the shackles chaining him to the unforgiving surface. A young woman stands beside him, weeping at the sight. In her hands a bowl full of violent green. She holds it over his face, catching the droplets tumbling from the ceiling. The bowl is full, hastily she drains it over the side, but a drop manages to touch skin. The boy screams in agony. Alyxa starts forwards, but she cannot help him. Fates are at work here, Fates that she cannot control. The boy turns his head, unseeing, towards her. The poison has streaked his face in red gashes, scoring the youthful beauty. She has seen this before, but she cannot remember where or when; she knows this story.

“Does this disturb you, little Dreamer,” a voice whispers in her ear, “seeing him like this?”

In the Dream, Alyxa turns. An man stands before her, old and yet not, with one eye covered by a patch.

“Lord Odin,” she murmurs and his head nods an assent, “I...don’t know. I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

“This is my son,” he tells her, “locked thus for his crimes against the world.”

Alyxa looks back at the boy.

“I thought Baldur would be older looking.”

Odin chuckles, coming forwards.

“I have many sons. Most of them trouble-makers, to my shame. This is not Baldur.”

“Then wh- ,” Alyxa stops herself short and looks again, straining her mind for a half-remembered story.

Odin waits patiently for her to put the pieces together. She stares at the boy, names and stories manifesting themselves in her mind.

“Loki?”

3.2 Flights and Findings

There was a singular moment, somewhere during the twenty-four hour journey, when Alyxa wondered why Morpheus and Bast had not simply brought them to Australia the other way. Looking at Morpheus on the plane, however, made her realise that he was enjoying the new experience. With all that had been going on, Alyxa had forgotten how new all these things must be for him; everything was tangibly real compared to Reveille. When they finally landed in Sydney International, Alyxa could practically taste his excitement.

“Alright, it took us long enough to get here. Now what?” she asked, shooting a pointed look at Bast – who everyone else ignored.

-We check into a hotel, I could use a nap,- Bast replied calmly.

“You slept on the plane, the whole way. In my lap,” Alyxa countered.

-And your point is?-

“Enough,” Morpheus murmured, “we shall find a place to stay and perform more research to find the witch.”

“Most witches aren’t this much trouble,” Alyxa grumbled, grabbing her suitcase.

-Most witches don’t trade god-souls with the Prince either,- Bast pointed out. Alyxa eyed her for a moment, the travel exhaustion was getting to her and it was beginning to frustrate her that neither of her companions was at all affected. She doubted that Jessica was having any such issues with Michael; the Arc probably travelled First Class.

“Alright, whatever, let’s just go. I need a shower and about a week’s worth of sleep,” she stated, and looked around for any helpful signs or directions.

-This way,- Bast announced, padding away silently towards a door that had not been there before, -I know a place.-

“As long as it’s got a real bed and a hot bath, I’m fine. Just don’t expect me to deal with any kangaroos.”

-Or wombats. Wombats are extremely odd.- 

3.I: Words and Witches

It might become a dark and stormy night, the weather report had mentioned the possibility of storms but as of yet there was no sign of anything other than a pleasant evening; assuming pleasant involved sitting in the Darjeeling manor’s library for the fifth night in a row scanning books and reading manuscripts.

“I still don’t see why Enyo couldn’t stay to help,” Alyxa muttered darkly as she leafed through a book of genealogical records.

“She had to go,” Morpheus told her, standing with his arms crossed in front of another bookshelf – hovering several feet above the ground, but standing nonetheless.

“I know, I know,” his Dreamer replied, and deepened her voice to mimic Enyo’s, “’I have not seen Ares for many centuries.’”

Morpheus laughed softly.

“I could tell you stories, Dreamer,” he told her.

“Well, the only story I’m currently interested in is one with a clue on where the hell Maye disappeared to.”

-I may have found something.-

Dreamer and Deity turned to where Bast had been sitting quietly, more on top than in front of a book.

“What’ve you got?” Alyxa asked.

-Maye’s family were spread across the world,- the Cat-Goddess started.

“Yes, I read that part yesterday, Bast,” Morpheus remind her.

-Patience, kitten. Do you have any idea how hard it is to turn pages with these paws? Hmm?- Bast chided, -but to cut to the chase, Maye has a grand-aunt who migrated to Australia at the end of World War 2.-

Alyxa rapidly leafed through the pages of the tome she had been reading.

“Considered ‘one of the most powerful witches of her line’,” she read aloud.

-Exactly.-

“Australia is practically the end of the world,” Alyxa stated, “it’s where I’d have gone to hide, at least until I figured out my new powers.”

Interlude between Part 2 & 3

And so we come to another start of a new segment. I don’t know where we’re going from here, just as I have had no idea where it was going from the beginning; in other words, I suppose it’s as much of a journey for me as it is for all of you who have been reading the words I’ve been putting onto your screens.

 

Over the last two parts I’ve been introducing characters and concepts; now because I’ve been doing this unplanned, I realise that I’ve probably been doing it a little too fast. Too many characters in too short a time coupled with a painfully authorial presumption that most of you have a handle on the mythologies and religions I’m drawing on – some of which have been dead for thousands of years. If any of you have felt at any point throughout the course of reading Valerian Night that I’ve left you behind, I apologise.

Which brings me to Part 3. I’m going to attempt in this new part to slow things down a little, to break the characters up a little more. Heck, I might even plan a little! This oncoming part will deal primarily with our original characters, Morpheus and Alyxa, as they search for Maye Darjeeling, the witch who made the deal with Lucifer, briefly mentioned in chapter 78 (Payment). So we’re going back to the beginning, and trying to get to the heart of all that business about bridging the Rift between Reveille – where the old gods reside – and the mortal world – where the rest of us muddle through our lives.

I won’t be able to start part 3 until the end of October, I don’t know how it’s going to go, but I know it’ll go somewhere. I hope you are looking forward to it as much as I am!  

Enjoy the journey...

~V