“Fuck! Fuck!” Peter stomped into his bedroom, clutching his head and pulling his hair. “We are so FUCKED!”
“Calm down,” Kora chided. “If we give in to panic, then—”
“Oh, am I panicking?” He fixed her with a manic gaze. “I’m sorry—did you miss the part where a motherfucking Pain Lord broke into our dimension? I guess we should start a drum circle and chant ‘Serenity Now!’ Or we could—”
Eun slapped him. Hard.
“Thank you,” Kora said.
“No problem,” Eun replied. She looked Peter squarely in the eye. “You gonna throw a fit, or do you want to be productive?”
He rubbed his cheek and stared balefully at her. “What’s the plan?” he muttered.
“We need intel. Let’s go Bloom-side and poke around.”
Peter looked doubtful. “Poking around could make things worse.”
“Which is going to happen anyway, if we sit on our hands and do nothing. This is the big leagues—we need to ante up.”
Kora clapped him on the shoulder. “Our worlds have come together, and it is no accident, Peter of Clan Lee. My sojourn on Earth has blessed me with meaning. Blessed me with purpose. And you—you have been similarly blessed: with the chance to make a difference. We three are at a critical juncture. Do we rally together and rise as one? Or do we cower behind fear and comfort, poisoned by the smolder of time and regret?”
Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor. He thought of his teachers: Ms. Hoaglund, Mr. Perez, Mrs. Peschard…he hadn’t paid attention in any of their classes, but still—they’d been teaching him through their beaten faces, their weary demeanors, their resigned spirits. The faculty had succumbed to exactly what Kora was talking about: the smolder of time and regret. They hadn’t helped him with math or history, but they’d been showing him something deeper—something beyond scantrons and essays.
An epiphany dawned in his hormone-addled brain. You could learn from anyone—any thing, really—if you set aside dismissal and judgment. If you were brave enough to accept the phrase: There, but for the grace of God, go I.
“Peter?” Eun asked softly.
His chin lifted. His eyes steeled.
“Let’s do it.”
The three teens ate a fresh dose of zen zaps and kicked free of the “real world.” Music became taste, taste became heat, heat became mandala…but this time around, it didn’t surprise them. They did not give in to their own astonishment.
[Everyone good?] Peter flickered between white and black, blue and red, then stretched into a spiral of double-weave green.
[I’m good.] Kora appeared as a monolithic face—a lot like an Easter Island statue. A second later, she morphed into a gleaming katana.
[Where to?] Eun was a roil of liquid streams, arcing out and up, then crashing back into an aqueous center.
Peter thought about it. [Um…try this: think of that feeling when you’re trying to find an answer. Like when you’re googling something, or—]
Kora: [—when you’re sparring at half-speed, so you can see your own weaknesses or—]
Eun: [—when you really listen to someone, so you can understand what they’re trying to say.]
Peter projected a nod. [Yeah. That should do it. (I think.) ]
Kora (now an empty suit of samurai armor) projected a wave of doubt. [You think? Or you know?]
[This isn’t a science, remember?] Eun chided. [Work with what you’ve got.]
[Right. Sorry.] Kora morphed back into a katana, lit by a cluster of anime sparkles. [Okay—let’s do this.]
Their psyches, still caught in a maelstrom of color, floated away from each other as they focused on the action that triggered their individual spirit of inquiry. Gridded wireframe ran up their thought-forms, turning them into an intricate collection of gears, hinges, and sparking transistors. They floated closer, merging their nodes into a recognizable shape:
A circuitry-threaded key.
A second later they were blasted apart.
[Fuck, that was WILD!]
Peter was sitting on his butt, leaning back on his hands. He was staring wide-eyed at Kora and Eun, both of whom looked like their human selves. The two girls were sitting on the ground, just like he was.
He brought his hands up to his face, examining them closely. [We’re still in the Bloom…but now we look human. Far fucking out.]
Eun got to her feet and helped Kora up. She looked around, puzzled. [Where are we?]
The teens were standing on a cobbled street. Little blips of light flashed between the cobbles, like a Tron-style diagram of citywide traffic. There were rows of townhomes on either side; the buildings were modern, archaic, and fantastic—a bit of Victorian, steampunk, and a dash of Apple-style simplicity mixed together.
Kora examined the golden balconies, the well-oiled pistons pumping in their sheaths, the shingled, old-timey rooftops. Otherworldly pedestrians roamed the street: animal-headed bipeds, staticky bundles of electric energy that appeared vaguely humanoid, and the occasional man or woman.
Recognition dawned in Kora’s eyes. [In Basic Arcana, our instructors spoke of an astral realm: Connecta Agora. I think this is it.]
[Cool name.] Eun stared at the buildings.
[Yeah.] Kora replied. [The cobblestones…the buildings…we saw this in books, but man…seeing it up close…this is something else. There’s supposed to be a place where you can gamble with ideas. The Magisterium Exchange.]
[Whoa!] Eun grinned at Kora. [That’s even cooler!]
Kora grinned back. [Back at the Forge, we used to fantasize about going to the Exchange and coming back with a badass concept. Usually it was a phase-shift ability, so we could sneak into the girl’s barracks and watch them change.]
Eun rolled her eyes. [Typical.] Peter clenched both fists and exclaimed, [AWESOME!]
Eun gave him a dry look. [Wipe the drool off, Peter.]
[Oh—whoops.] He swiped his lips with the back of his wrist. A string of glowing, morphing characters arced from his lips to his hand, reflecting the light in flashes and winks. [Incredible…] he whispered.
[Look.] Kora pointed, directing their attention further up the street.
An ornate, domed structure stood by itself, a hundred yards away, but that wasn’t what she was pointing at. A rat-like humanoid was walking toward them. Four feet tall and dressed in priestly robes. Instead of arms, it possessed tapered, worm-like tentacles that extended from its sleeves.
[Get ready.] Kora shifted her body into the beginnings of a fighting stance.
[Easy.] Eun projected. [We just got here. Getting in a fight isn’t going to help.]
Peter smirked. [Might be fun, though.]
[You’re an idiot.] Eun hissed. [Don’t start anything, got it?]
The rat-creature stopped ten feet away. It gave the teens a toothy grin. [Welcome to Connecta. I’m Saccular. If there’s anything you need, I can help you fin—]
[Like what?] Eun asked at the same time Kora projected, [No thanks.]
[Hold on.] Peter held up a hand. [Maybe we can—]
[Are you blind?] Kora spat. [He looks like a rat, Peter!]
[I don’t know…] Eun gave Saccular an iffy once-over. [Appearances can be—]
[Deceiving the tourists, eh?]
A man of indeterminate age walked up beside Saccular. He was clad in a black long-sleeve, and dressy but functional trousers. Long white hair swept back from his brow, stopping a few inches short from the base of his neck. A blinking katana—its hilt and sheath were made of glowing dashes, like a cut-along-here line—hung from his left hip.
[Atriya!] Saccular nervously twiddled the tips of his tentacles. [I wasn’t about to—]
[You tried this with me, remember?] Atriya’s smile wasn’t friendly; a hint of warning shone in his eyes.
Saccular laughed, a little too loud. [That was a joke! I would never—]
[Right.] Saccular curtsied and scurried away.
Kora’s eyes abruptly widened. [Atriya!] she gasped. She dropped to a knee and placed a clenched fist over her heart. [It is an honor to meet you, Celestine Paladin!]
Atriya smiled and shook his head. [You only think it is, because you haven’t realized we’re one and the—] he saw her puzzled expression and cleared his throat. [Please—don’t kneel. I’m not a god and I’m not a teacher. I’m a…I’m a concerned friend, if you want to put a name to it.]
Kora stood. [We’re on a quest: to re-unite my mind with my original body. And the owner of this body’s mind—] she waved a hand down the front of her torso, [—with her physical form. In the course of doing so, we unleashed an evil entity. Her name is Dissona.]
[Dissona…] Atriya’s forehead crinkled in thought. [Can’t say I’m not surprised…she was always a brat.] He looked at them again. [From your clothing and mannerisms, you’re definitely Earthlings…twenty-first century, I’d say?]
He shook his head. [Then your weapons aren’t enough. She’s already laid waste to everyone you know and everything you care about.]
[Hold on.] Eun protested. [Before she materialized, she fought with someone: the Timekeeper. He was able to weaken her. Is it possible that—]
[Let me check.]
Atriya’s outline blurred and fuzzed. Glowing veins stretched from his contours, printing incandescent jags on the air around him. A second later, the veins formed into a purple gleam that ran across him in a quicksilver flash.
He opened his eyes and smiled at Eun. [Your world is intact. She can still cause mischief, but if you put Kora’s mind back in her body—and Holly’s mind in hers—then you’ll repair the rift between your worlds.]
[And we’ll boot Dissona out of our dimension?]
Atriya nodded. [Yes. Restore the interplanar spin, and the resultant pressure will suck Dissona back into Void. Word of warning—] his face became serious. [The longer she spends on Earth, the stronger she becomes. Make the switch as soon as possible, before it becomes impossible to do so.]
[How long do we have?] Peter asked.
[Exactly three months, according to your reckoning of time.]
Peter looked at Kora and Eun. [Three months…senior prom.] He turned back to Atriya. [Does she have a weakness?]
[You have everything you need. And remember: Holly Dent isn’t evil, simply misguided. She may not seem like it, but—]
[She KILLED BITEFIGHTER!] Peter shouted. [How the fuck can you say she’s—]
[He came back, didn’t he?] Atriya gave him an even look.
[I…but…] Peter sputtered, then turned his head and spat at the ground. [You don’t get it. If you only knew—]
[—what you knew?] Atriya finished. [Trust me when I say I know exactly what you’re going through.]
Peter stepped forward and bared his teeth. [That so, asshole? Well, let me tell you something, you self-righteous piece of—]
[Peter!] Kora exclaimed, horrified.
[—astral shit. You don’t. You probably don’t even know what it means to be human. What gives you the right to—]
Atriya’s eyes became distant and aloof. He looked past Peter, as if the teen was unworthy of his interest. [Mind your tongue, %Ξπ.]
[That’s not my name,] Peter emoted coldly.
Kora tried again. [Peter—]
[It is your name.] Atriya projected. [You work for me.] He stared directly at Peter, and his eyes filled with mind-fraying light.
The teen’s anger was replaced by fear. Standing before him was a living embodiment of pure transcendence. [I…I…] His mouth worked in a soundless whisper.
Eun placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him gently back. [I’m sorry, Mr. Atriya. He can get a little aggro.]
[It’s all right.] Atriya smiled. His eyes normalized. [I was the same, not so long ago. Oh!] He straightened up and looked at Kora.. [I have something for you. Show me your hands.]
Kora did so. He held his fists above her palms. When he opened them, brilliance poured outward in eye-searing waves, accompanied by a series of bone-thrumming notes. The melody was indescribable—like an existential harp playing Pachelbel’s Canon, only way more intense. Each note blurred the aether, slamming the teens with an intense body high.
[Whoa.] Peter stumbled back. Eun grabbed him; they leaned into each other. Kora, however, stood firm. She was affected by the sound (with each blast, she momentarily fritzed into a mess of static) but unlike her friends, she stayed calm. Atriya sang a few more notes, then his voice trailed off in a pleasant fade.
[Sorry.] the Paladin emoted. [Had to fragment reality—a necessary precursor to an acausal shift.]
[What do you mea—] Peter began, but Eun pointed at Kora.
Kora was marveling at a fantastic shield on her left arm. Its front was emblazoned with gorgeous, metallic curves: swoops of clarion gold, mixed with twists of oceanic blue. In her right hand she held an exotic sword, two and a half feet long. Its slightly curved edge was accompanied by two phantom blades; the one on the right was smoky black, the one on the left was royal purple. Kora turned the sword back and forth, staring at the doppelganger blades as they moved in tandem with their metallic locus.
[Your birth weapons.] Atriya projected.
She gaped at the Paladin. [Are you…you’re Alantil Fairwind?]
He smiled wryly. [I am. I’ve worn many guises throughout the eons. Comes with the job.]
[The prophecy…I’m only supposed to get these after I demonstrate my worth. How have I—]
Atriya chuckled. [Real life isn’t like the holos, Kora, it’s—] he caught himself. Chuckled again. [Sorry—I meant to say it isn’t like the movies. People glorify that climactic moment when the hero is at the brink of ‘giving up,’ but you and I are soldiers; we both know that if you’re doing things right, you should rarely—if ever—reach that point. Sometimes it’s inevitable, but usually it’s the ‘little quits,’—those tiny mistakes borne from laziness and complacency—that combine into a giant interest payment.]
[But how have I—]
His eyes filled with celestial taos—yin-yangs made of galactic stardust. [Kora. You embraced a new life—a new identity, really—with an open mind and a full heart. You took it problem by problem, instance by instance, and that makes all the difference.] Atriya shrugged. [Didn’t mean to rhyme, but there it is.]
[I…thank you.] Her eyes shone with gratitude, reflecting the gleam from her sword and her shield.
[Holly is doing the exact opposite.] Atriya scanned the teens. [If she’d set aside her childish impulses, she would have already arrived at an Elithian warp gate. Oh well. We’re all destined to play the knave; it’s an integral part of our eternal process. Enthimy…] he shook his head again. [Be ready for Holly; she’ll attempt her return when Dissona reaches the peak of her powers.]
[Senior prom…] Peter murmured. [It all centers around senior prom.] He looked excitedly at Kora and Eun. [Guys, this is right out of—]
Eun rolled her eyes. [Carrie, Back to the Future, Twilight, Buffy the Vampire Slayer…take your pick.]
[Just saying.] he muttered sullenly.
Atriya gave her a knowing smile. [You’re right, Tao-rider. It’s all been done before. But keep in mind that both you and Peter serve the True. You preserve balance, he pushes progress.]
[‘Tao-rider?’] Eun asked. [What does that mean?]
[You’ll find out. Not in this life…maybe the next. You remind me of my soul mate—she’s configured with the same causal circuitry. She’s a lot more vicious, though.] His smile turned rueful. [Some of our fights…never mind. Are you ready to return?]
[Wait.] Peter projected. [What about Bitefighter? How does he figure into all of—]
[You have what you need. I can’t give you all the answers.]
[Just tell me if—]
The world began rippling, as if the air was a pond and a stone had been dropped into its center. Sound became color and color became sound, enveloping the teens in a synesthetic maelstrom. Their identities yawed in, out, and through each other. Their gorges rose but they had no gorges there was no “I” and suddenly—
Peter’s eyes cracked open. They were back in his room.