hero, a freedom fighter.
‘Steelryn and Serafin’ was once synonymous with hope for a better future. Yes,
Michael was working towards something not so unlike my goals, although our
methods differed. He was so much further developed than most people, although
we could never see eye to eye…”
“You knew him!”
Sebastian smiled, his eyes
closing for a moment. “Yes, I knew him for some time. He was my student…and,
for a period, my most trusted and capable Arch.”
Kayla watched him carefully.
How old was this man that claimed to be her father’s teacher? It seemed
impossible, but she couldn’t deny the simple honesty in his voice. This was the
first link to her father in so long. “What…did he study with you?”
His features were infused with
new life. “It was more than just researching subjects…it was carving a path,
and walking it. He first sought me out so that I could train him to master his
Intercessor—” He paused. “Ah yes. I heard you have discovered yours as well.
Can you control it?” His eyes flickered to the pocket that held her strange
weapon.
Her mouth opened soundlessly
before she shook her head.
“He couldn’t either. Not then.
Wielding such a unique instrument is not just a matter of strength and will.
All aspects of the self must be honed. Michael was a dedicated student and soon
found the means to express his true nature. But, Kayla, when I thought of you,
alone in the world, without your father’s guidance… I wanted to have you here
as my guest. Still, how you came to be here is regrettable, and I understand if
you would prefer an escort back home.”
She felt an inexplicable pang
of guilt. “No! I mean, it’s just that I wanted to meet Asher Serafin. He found
me on my way here, but then Jeremy…separated us.”
Sebastian nodded thoughtfully.
“They fought?”
“Yes.”
“Asher was Michael’s first
student, although this was after Michael left my Spheres.” He noticed Kayla’s
furrowed brow. “It was time your father found his independence. But Asher…he
idolized his teacher to a fault. He has been unable to move beyond Michael’s
unfortunate passing, still carrying what he thinks was their crusade, rather
than finding his own way. I can’t imagine him coming here peacefully, but…” His
dark eyes moved with thought, that candid grin lighting his features again.
“I’ll send him an invitation to meet with you. I’m sure he will accept, and if
anything can prevent future violence between us, it’s your disarming presence.”
Kayla held her breath. She
feared this was some trick, but Sebastian’s face was so open, unhindered by the
small, sudden changes she observed in those that had to cover and recover their
tracks. “Thank you…but it seems like a lot of trouble just for me.”
His pleasant laugh rang out.
“You’ve caught me! Of course I have my own selfish motivations, but please
allow me to explain. Kayla, you possess an Intercessor. Right now you cannot
imagine how rare and precious this is. I am willing to train you in the mastery
of your weapon, and eventually, open to you the opportunity to enter my
Spheres, if it is your desire. It is easy for me to see that your potential is
vast, but you are undeveloped. With this arrangement, we can aid each other.
Ultimately, my purpose is to restore the world. Many things have contributed to
its downfall, but there has been nothing as destructive as this planet’s inhabitants
shirking the responsibility that comes with the gift of existence: cultivation.
They rejected opportunities for personal growth, and this vacuum of spiritual
energy led to the decline of society and the environment. Human beings have
made this world a prison, but we must not resign ourselves to this fate. The
power to heal something as grand as the entire Earth begins and ends with us,
and in us. So often we feel that large problems are out of our hands, but I
don’t see it that way. When we develop ourselves, the world