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  The excitement inside of Alex grew until it nearly burst forth from his skin. “You got it,” he said. He turned to run back to the line, and then he hesitated.

  “Florence?”

  “Yes?”

  “Can I bring my friends? They’re awfully good at spells too. We help each other a lot, and they have a lot of skills I don’t have.” He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t asked too much.

  Florence narrowed her eyes. “Which ones? You mean the three you are so tight with? Haluki, Burkesh, Ranger, right?”

  Alex nodded.

  Florence considered it for a moment. And then she said, “I think that’s a very good idea.”

  Alex grinned. “Thank you!”

  He turned and was running back toward the shore to his spot where all the others waited patiently when something on the water caught his eye. He stopped and squinted, bringing his hand to his forehead to shield the sun. His jaw dropped. “What the … ?” It was the strangest thing he’d ever seen. He shouldered past his friends and kept going.

  Lani turned in surprise, and then she caught sight of it too. She sprinted after Alex and reached him just as he dove into the sea and swam out to it.

  “Call Mr. Today,” Alex shouted when he surfaced. “Hurry!” He reached for it and spun around on his back, kicking his feet and trying to pull the thing toward the shore. “Florence! Anybody! Help!”

  Visitors

  Samheed and Meghan both came running and helped Alex pull the thing ashore. They’d never seen anything like it, but it didn’t take much to guess its purpose.

  It was a makeshift raft of logs and vines. Several logs were missing, as if it had fallen apart along its tenuous journey. But that’s not what the people of Artimé were looking at as they gathered around, for lying on the raft were two young people.

  At least they looked somewhat human, but if pressed, one might have to admit to being unsure. A boy of ten or eleven, perhaps, and a girl a few years older, both completely still, eyes closed. Their skin was badly sunburned, and they had very little more than that covering their bones.

  But the most ominous feature was this: Each wore a most curious, sinister thing’a thick band made of metal thorns that weaved in and out of the skin around their necks.

  Alex, who had cautiously stepped onto the raft and now kneeled between the two, stared at the girl with her parched lips and burned, peeling skin, the choker so embedded into her neck that it seemed part of her. Alex’s stomach twisted at the thought of someone threading it into her skin. He reached out to touch it. “Who are you?” he whispered. But there was no time to puzzle over things.

  Lani, who had immediately run to get Mr. Today, now returned at full speed, the old mage in her wake, his robe flying behind him. They had to break through the crowd that had rushed over at Alex’s first frantic shout. Alex and Meghan kneeled around the two bodies as Samheed and a few others barked at everyone to back away and give them space to move.

  Mr. Today dropped to his knees at the side of the girl and felt for a pulse.

  Alex turned and put his head on the boy’s chest. He held his hand above the boy’s nose and mouth. “I think he’s alive,” he said.

  Mr. Today looked up. “The girl is too. Let’s get them inside. Alex, remember the sick wing we created in the mansion where you spent so much time? I need you to re-create that for me immediately. I’m sending you the verbal component’check your pocket. Go!”

  Florence ordered the crowd to go back to the lawn and continue with class. Alex had no idea how he was going to create a sick wing, but didn’t hesitate. He sped to the mansion.

  “Meghan, please find Ms. Morning and tell her we have sick and injured. She’ll know what to do.”

  “Got it,” Meghan said, and she took off.

  “Samheed, can you pick up the boy, slowly and carefully please, and follow me?”

  » » « «

  In the mansion Alex, still dripping wet, wriggled his hand into his pocket and pulled out the sodden note from Mr. Today. He stood between the front entrance and the dining room, read over the words, concentrating, and then took a deep breath to calm himself. He didn’t want to mess this up. He held his shaking hand up to the wall and said, “Extend and heal, size small.”

  Nothing happened.

  Alex muttered under his breath. And then, louder and more forcefully, “Come on, Stowe.” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shook his arms out to loosen them. “You can do this. Believe it.” He let out the breath and opened his eyes. Concentrating, he allowed everything around him to fade to a blur and he stared hard at the wall. Then he held up his hand again, feeling the power it contained. He focused another second or two, and said it again, with great purpose and confidence. “Extend and heal, size small.”

  He held his pose, frozen and determined, staring at the wall. When it began to waver in front of him, he wasn’t sure if he was about to faint or if it was really moving. It only took a second to find out.

  The wall shimmered and then a piece the size of a doorway pushed back, first creating a space the size of a large closet, and then expanding in all directions until it neared the dimensions of Alex’s room. From one newly formed wall, beds, tables, and chairs dropped down. Countertops and cupboards pushed out of another wall, and medical tools and supplies on carts grew up from the floor. Just as the last piece settled into place, the mansion door pushed open and Mr. Today and Samheed walked in, each carrying one of the strangers.

  They hurried into the room and laid them on the beds. Mr. Today uttered a few healing spells over them in a calm, soothing voice. Soon Ms. Morning rushed in with a woman and man whom Alex recognized as nurses from when he spent time in here.

  Alex, still standing in a puddle of water near the opening to the hospital wing, shuffled forward a few steps and stared into the room at the strangers. Where did they come from? Who were they? The girl, despite her sunburn and her pinched, starved look, had such a perfect, exotic face. And the boy’s choker ornament must have been more recent’the skin around the thorns was swollen and scabbed over.

  Alex imagined their story, their world. Had they been out rafting for fun and gotten swept away with the current? Were they out fishing and a storm came up? He pictured the exotic-looking girl trying to be strong as the two faced the huge sea alone, trying to act brave in front of the younger boy. Trying to stay awake. And alive. He found himself drawn to her, admiring her, and he didn’t even understand why.

  A soft hand on his arm and a voice near his ear startled him back to reality. He turned and saw Lani. “Oh. Hey,” he said weakly. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

  The World Gets Bigger

  You should go change your clothes,” Lani said. “I’ll clean this up.”

  Alex looked down at the puddle under his feet. “Oh, wow. Yeah. Thanks. I’ll be right back.” He bounded up the stairs two at a time, entered the boys’ hallway, and went into his room.

  “What happened to you?” Clive said, his face pushing out from the blackboard.

  Alex ran past Clive to his room. “Tell you in a second!” he said.

  “One,” Clive said. “Liar.”

  Alex changed his clothes and came back out, running a comb through his tangled mess of hair. “Two strangers on a raft landed on our beach,” he said, breathing hard.

  Clive’s expression brightened. “Ooh,” he said. “Where are they from? One of the islands out there? Not that I know much about the islands. I don’t get to see anything but you.” He sniffed. “I just hear things.”

  “Nobody knows. They’re not conscious.” He tossed the comb onto the bed and headed for the door. “I’ve got to go. Bye!”

  Clive mumbled something incoherent as the door slammed and Alex bounded back down the stairs.

  “Thanks,” Alex said to Lani, who had cleaned up the water with a dry spell she made up on the fly.

  “No problem,” she said. “I tried to go in to see what’s going on but Ms. Morning said we should just
give them some space right now.” She looked disappointed.

  “Did you see the things around their necks?” Alex asked.

  “Yeah, that’s so strange.”

  “I wonder where they’re from.”

  Lani shrugged. “Who knows?”

  They walked out of the mansion and spied Meghan and Samheed at the shore by the raft. They headed toward them. Advanced Magical Warrior Training was still going on, but none of them felt like doing it right now. There was too much to talk about.

  They examined the raft, but found no clues to its origin. “It’s just a bunch of big sticks tied together,” Lani said. “Anything on the other side?”

  “No, just some slime,” Samheed said. “I flipped it over already.”

  Alex looked out to sea. It was almost impossible to see the islands during the day unless you knew exactly where they were. They were most visible when the sun set behind them, highlighting the fact that they were stationary and the sea moved in swells all around. “I wonder … ,” he said.

  His friends followed his gaze. “I don’t know where else they could have come from,” Meghan said. “It’s the only logical guess.”

  “Are there any other islands on the other side of ours?” Samheed asked. “Has anybody been all the way around Quill on the outside of the wall?”

  “No,” said Alex, who’d only been about a quarter of the way around Quill via boat when he’d gone to the palace with Mr. Today. “But I bet I know who has.” He grinned. “Come on.”

  They walked quickly around the practicing students to the gate where Simber stood, stoic.

  “I have a strrrange feeling you fourrr arrre up to no good,” Simber remarked when they approached.

  “We’re totally innocent,” Meghan said. “We were just wondering about the kids on the raft and where they might have come from.”

  “Harrrd to say,” Simber said, sampling the air as he spoke.

  “Are there islands on the other side of Quill? None of us has been all the way around,” Alex said. “But you’ve flown up above the barbed-wire ceiling, haven’t you? Have you been to the other side?”

  “I have,” Simber said. He raised an eyebrow, tempted to make them beg for his attention as cats are wont to do with humans, but gave in to their eager faces and continued. “Therrre arrre thrrree islands to the west’you can see two of them frrrom ourrr shorrre.”

  Alex and Samheed exchanged a glance. Three?

  “And thrrree islands to the east.” The giant cheetah brought his left front paw to his mouth and gnawed at a toenail for a moment. When he was finished, he said, “We’rrre exactly in the middle of a chain.”

  “Wow,” Lani said, awed. When she wasn’t riding on his back, she generally stayed several steps away from the statue, as they’d had their altercations in the past. One couldn’t be too cautious, and she was never sure of Simber’s mood.

  “Seven islands,” Alex said. “So the strangers could be from any one of them.”

  “But if you factor in the ocean’s current,” Lani said, “which is really strong right here, by the way, that would make it more likely for some and less likely for others.” She’d just learned about currents from an old book up on the archives floor of the library, called Bodies of Water.

  Samheed raised an eyebrow. “Okay, Smart Stuff, so which way does the current flow? Wait’don’t answer that. I think I know from swimming out there.”

  Lani grinned at him. “Go for it.”

  “It flows … west.” He hesitated. “No, I mean east.”

  “Which is it?” Alex said.

  “East,” Samheed said, sure this time. “I’m sure. The current flows east, which means it starts in the west and goes east. Because west is the direction the raft came from.”

  “That’s the direction of the islands we can see. Right? Because that’s where the sun sets.”

  “Right.”

  “So it’s most likely one of those three out that way. Right, Lani?”

  “That’s my guess.”

  Simber coughed lightly and they all turned to look at him.

  “Arrren’t you supposed to be in class?” he said pointedly.

  “We’re skipping,” Alex said proudly, feeling sneaky and brave at the same time.

  “I can see that,” Simber said. “Howeverrr, it doesn’t feel quite rrright to congrrratulate you.” The big cat stifled a smile.

  Alex shrugged. “To understand the rules, one must first break the rules,” he said wisely.

  Lani gave him a quizzical look. “Who said that?” she asked.

  “Me. Der,” Alex said. “I made it up.”

  Samheed snorted. “Come on, guys. Before Simber decides to mutilate us.”

  Simber growled lightly as if in warning, but the four grinned.

  “See you at the meeting,” Simber said. “Maybe you should prrreparrre.”

  Alex’s eyes widened. “Oh, crudbucket! I forgot all about it.”

  “Wait. You have another meeting?” Lani said, trying to contain her disgust. She’d made amends with Alex, but that still didn’t make her like the fact that Mr. Today hadn’t asked her to lead.

  “We all do,” Alex said. “You guys are coming too. I totally forgot to tell you’that’s what Florence was talking to me about when the raft showed up.”

  Simber cleared his throat loudly, which startled the four into moving quickly away.

  “Florence wants us four to come to the meeting about magical weapons today, right after class. I can’t believe I forgot!” Alex began to trot toward the mansion. “Come on, we’ve got an hour’we need to bring our best spells and any other ideas we have.”

  The other three traded curious looks and pleased smiles as they broke into a run after Alex. They entered the mansion, headed straight past the new sick wing to the tubes, all shouting, “Library? Yes! Go!” at once. A moment later they disappeared.

  Gathering Strength

  As Aaron’s following grew to thirty-five and then approached forty, they began meeting as a group in what seemed like it would be a most obvious place, but since people rarely traveled to the desolate areas of Quill, they were quite hidden in plain sight in a dusty field.

  They met twice per week and they called themselves the Restorers. Aaron was the leader, Gondoleery Rattrapp was his rabble-rouser, and Eva Fathom, with the promise of her old job back once Aaron took over Quill, was the number-one spy.

  “We have two objectives,” Aaron said to the group at their first meeting. “The first is to help Wanteds in need of food and turn them on to our ideas of restoring Quill to the way it used to be.” Half the group nodded’restoring Quill was their job. Aaron had taken them, a few at a time, to the Favored Farm to show them where to find food not only for themselves, but also for others. Gondoleery’s home became the headquarters for the food items, and Aaron moved some of the Halukis’ supplies to her house as a way of showing her he trusted her. He desperately wanted to know more about her magical abilities. While she had eventually admitted she could do magic, she remained tight-lipped on the extent of it.

  “The second objective is to cause chaos and fear in Artimé, which will make our Necessaries very interested in coming back home where it’s safe.” This time the other half of the group smirked. They loved this plan. Sneak attacks to instill fear’that was their idea of a good time. They collected items from their own homes and daily raided vacant homes in the Necessary quadrant, stealing everything they considered useful. Eva Fathom offered her home in Quill as the storing place for these things since she was now living as a secret agent in Artimé.

  A few of Aaron’s newest followers were from the Quillitary, dissatisfied over how things were being run since General Blair and Major Burkesh had been brutally murdered by the Unwanted’the major’s own son’Samheed Burkesh. It was their goal to take the young man down at all costs.

  At first these Quillitary members didn’t trust Aaron, what with all the rumors going around. But once Aaron approached their broke
n-down Quillitary vehicle and showed them how to fix it, and then gave them some much-needed food, they reluctantly listened to what he had to say. And surprisingly, he made sense.

  One Quillitary officer, Liam Healy, had been in on the most recent attack along with governors’ teenage sons Dred Crandall and Crawledge Prize, and knew they had their work cut out for them. But Liam was willing and eager to lead the next charge.

  Unfortunately, the giant stone monster, or whatever it was, was now stationed at the gate, and that left the Restorers puzzled about how to attack next.

  Eva Fathom spoke up. “This afternoon around three o’clock, that monster, as you call it, will be absent from the gate for at least an hour.”

  Aaron grinned at his former adversary. “Well done, Eva.” No wonder Justine had kept Secretary by her side all those years.

  Eva smiled conspiratorially in return. “May Quill prevail with all I have in me,” she said. The rest of them echoed the mantra. Hopefully, they would all get their lives back one day.

  Liam Healy had been able to confiscate several Quillitary weapons, including two pellet guns that still worked, a large sack of gunpowder that no one knew what to do with, a long piece of rope, and several rusted metal knives. He handed them over to be stored with the rest in Eva’s house, and then Crandall and Prize each presented Aaron with the most stunning score of them all’both had been able to sneak off with their fathers’ pistols.

  “We should save these for the ultimate battle with Artimé,” Gondoleery said. “Not waste them in skirmishes.”

  “I agree,” Aaron said. “But I’m not sure I like them sitting in Eva’s unoccupied house with no one there to protect them.” He scratched his head and looked around the room. “Who should keep them? My vote is for Gondoleery. Anyone second it?”

  “Me?” Gondoleery exclaimed. “Why not you?”

  “They are not safe with me. I fear Mrs. Haluki may return at any time, whether to live or to retrieve something on a whim’daily I leave the house exactly as I found it because of that fear, except, of course, for the food in the pantry. I just hope they don’t remember the exact contents, living large as they are in Artimé. So it’s that fear which prevents me from holding the pistols. I wouldn’t want them falling into the wrong hands.” He gave the old woman a meaningful look, and then said again, “Is there a second?”