The Blade of Shattered Hope (The 13th Reality #3)

No problem. Then why did he have the terrible feeling that nothing would go right along the way?

Sofia, Paul, and Master George stood in front of him in the darkness. The starlight was not strong enough to reveal their faces, but Tick could imagine the looks of surprise and confusion.

“Seriously,” he said. “We need to go. We’re gonna be winked in five minutes.”

“Whoa,” Paul said, his upraised hands mere shafts of shadow. “I’m not takin’ a single step till you elaborate on this whole ghost business.”

“A billion ghosts,” Sofia added. “What was that all about?”

Tick was about to answer when Master George made an unpleasant harrumphing sound.

“What?” Tick asked.

“You met the Haunce, didn’t you?” the old man responded. Tick could barely see him shaking his head. “I’ve met it only once in my life, and if I ever do again, you can bet your bottoms I’m going to have a word or two with it about holding back vital information about soulikens and all that.”

Tick felt a flutter of confusion, but Sofia spoke up before he could.

“The Haunce? What’s that? And why would it know everything about soulikens?”

Tick’s confusion increased. “You guys know about soulikens?”

“You mean you do?” Paul responded.

Tick nodded even though he doubted they could see him. “The Haunce told me about them.”

“What is the Haunce?” Sofia shouted.

For some reason a chuckle burst out of Tick. “We sound like the dumbest people who’ve ever lived.” He remembered the urgency of what they had to do. “But come on—we really need to go. The Haunce wants us to stand at the spot where the Blade of Shattered Hope tree thingy was.”

“Why?” all three of them asked in unison.

“He—it’s going to wink us closer to the Factory. We can sort things out once we get there. Come on—can you tell where the Blade used to be?”

“Over this way,” Paul muttered. “Doesn’t sound like a good time to start doubting Superman Atticus Higginbottom.”

Paul’s shadow moved past him and started walking toward the central area of the dark stone walls surrounding them. Tick followed and heard Sofia and Master George right behind him.

Tick tripped twice over debris and stepped on things that clanged and snapped. The place must’ve gotten really messed up after he’d been winked away.

Paul finally stopped in an open spot and turned to face the rest of the group. “Pretty sure it was right about here. But be careful—some of the sand turned into glass shards.”

Tick felt the crunch under his shoes, smelled something burnt. When they were all standing in a circle, he reached out and took Sofia’s hand, then Paul’s. “The Haunce told me we need to hold hands. It’s easier that way.”

Tick was glad they didn’t argue. Sofia took Master George’s hand, and then the old man took Paul’s. Standing there in the dark desert with the slight breeze sighing as it passed over the towering rocks, Tick felt a major case of the creeps, like they were about to begin a séance.

“Okay!” he shouted. “Wink us away, Haunce!” The words sounded incredibly stupid, but he wanted to get this part over with. He had no idea what to expect once they got to where they were going.

Before this last thought even fully formed in his mind, the tingle shot across his neck and down his spine.

~

It had been a strange hour for Sato.

There’d been the reunion of Tick’s family—without Tick, unfortunately—as well as hearing more details about Mrs. Higginbottom (a.k.a. Lorena) and her brief stint as a Realitant. Sato had been amazed to learn that she and Mistress Jane had been partners of a sort in exploring and seeking out new Realities, and they’d been together when the Thirteenth was discovered. They’d realized that something was special about it right away, and how odd properties of Chi’karda ran rampant there.

It was the first time Jane had started to show the dual signs of her thirst for power and her edge of obsession with the idea of a Utopian Reality. When Jane threatened Lorena if she dared tell anyone about their discovery, that had been the last straw. Lorena decided to call it quits, realizing she wasn’t cut out for that kind of life—namely being killed by a crazy woman.

Sato eventually drifted away from the Higginbottoms. He suspected they probably wanted some time to themselves to bask in the joy of being together again. And, he admitted to himself, it hurt to see such a thing. It painfully reminded him that he’d lost his own parents, and that such a get-together would be impossible for him. It hurt, and he left them before it became unbearable.

But that’s when things had really gotten strange for him.