Legacy of the Mind (12 page)

Alexander looked taken aback.  ‘What do you mean?’

‘Do I have to spell it out for you?’ she said, trying to recover some of the upper hand.  Alexander was surprised at her choice of words.  He didn’t say anything but held her gaze until she continued.  ‘You have extremely powerful energy, but I’ve only felt glimpses of your true power.  Most of the time you hide it, or supress it, or something.  You’ve told me I need to get my energy under control, so I’m asking how to do it.’

‘It’s not quite as simple as that,’ he replied.  ‘It takes practise and I’d have to show you, it’s not something I can just tell you.’

‘Then show me,’ she said insistently.

‘Now is not the time and I’m pretty sure Marcus wouldn’t be too pleased about me showing you.’

‘Why not?’ she asked surprised, raising an eyebrow, her interest piqued.

‘He’s like a child with a toy.  He doesn’t like to share.  Now if you will excuse me, I should probably go and find my date and offer to take her home.’  Alexander headed back inside but paused and turned back to Anita just before he reached the door.  ‘Do not tell anyone about this conversation, especially not Marcus.  Do not let on you have any idea about any kind of politics.  Do not try to find out more about any of this.  Stay as close to Marcus as you possibly can, make him fall in love with you, and above all, avoid Amber and her henchmen at all costs.’  With that, he disappeared through the door leaving Anita feeling infuriated, confused, deflated, excited, full of questions, and above all, intrigued.  She had to get him to show her how to hide her energy, if for no other reason than so she could spend more time with him.

Anita was still preoccupied when she reached the top of the stairs and almost bumped into Marcus who had just ascended them.  He reached out and grabbed her waist to stop them from colliding.  ‘I was going to send out a search party,’ he teased, leaning his head flirtily down towards her, the woody smell of cigars on his breath.

‘Sorry,’ she breathed, trying to pull herself together, ‘I was just admiring your suite and enjoying the time away from prying eyes.  How did it go with Austin?’

‘It probably could have been worse,’ he shrugged flippantly, quickly changing the subject. ‘I think we should get you a drink,’ he said, leading her back downstairs and into the bar.  Marcus handed Anita a glass of Ginger Champagne before they joined Bas, Cleo, Missy, Henry and to Anita’s surprise, Gwyn, on a group of sofas around a low table in front of the fire.  Cleo was leaning against Henry, she had changed her tune since earlier, thought Anita, and Bas, Missy and Gwyn were sitting awkwardly on the opposite sofa, Bas clearly not quite sure what to do with his arms, wedged between the two girls.  Marcus and Anita sat down next to each other on a third sofa, their legs touching.  Marcus stretched out an arm on the back of the sofa behind them and Anita leaned in a little to get comfortable.  They sat there chatting and laughing for hours, Henry throwing in pompous comments every now and again, Bas tutting about how much energy was wasted on the display, Missy barely saying a word, Gwyn paying Bas a little more attention than was strictly necessary, and Cleo shoehorning in as many provocative comments as she could.  Marcus and Anita laughed easily along with the rest of them, but Anita couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being observed the whole time.  Amber was nowhere to be seen, but Alexander’s earlier warning had made her uneasy.

Eventually, Bas got up and indicated it was time to leave.  He was taking Missy, Cleo and Henry back to Empire and offered to take Anita too.  Anita nodded, ‘that would be great, thanks Bas.’  Marcus looked crestfallen as he walked them to the front door, where Bas’ car was waiting.  The others climbed in but Marcus pulled Anita back towards him.  A look of panic swept across her face, concerned that Marcus would try to kiss her here in front of everyone, including Amber, who had just appeared at the door, but instead he drew her hand to his lips.  He bowed his head then looked brazenly up at her, ‘good night Anita,’ he whispered playfully, before closing his eyes and brushing her knuckles with his lips.

‘Good night Marcus,’ Anita murmured imprudently in reply, before climbing into the car with the others, to be whisked away down the magnificent drive and back to Empire.

Anita was the first to be dropped off; they let her out at the end of Cordelia’s road so they wouldn’t have to make the tight turn outside the cottage.  Anita climbed out of the car and called her goodbyes to its drunken occupants, picking her way along the short distance back to the gate.  She had given up on her shoes and was carrying them in one hand, holding up her dress, which was now too long, with the other.  She was a little dishevelled, wisps of her hair, having escaped their pins, falling around her face and her mind was foggy from all the wine.  It was misty and the only light came from the moon, Anita glad she knew this road like the back of her hand; she could have made it blindfolded.  As she approached the cottage, she felt powerful energy up ahead and immediately tensed, on guard.  She kept moving cautiously towards the house, trying to make as little noise as possible, until out of the mist emerged a familiar, lean figure leaning against the garden wall.  The figure was clad in a dinner jacket, bow tie and top button undone and Anita stopped dead when she saw him.

‘Marcus?’ she asked, a little confused.

‘Hi,’ he said smiling secretly when he saw her, pushing himself easily off the wall and walking tantalisingly towards her.

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, laughing lightly, her eyes flirtatious.

He stopped just in front of her and sent her a soft, teasing smile.  ‘You forgot something,’ he said scathingly, his energy building, an electric tension filling the air between them, seeming to draw them together.

She didn’t say a thing, looking provocatively into his chocolaty brown eyes as he brushed a stray strand of hair seductively behind her ear.  He dropped his light fingers casually to her neck, caressing the soft skin below her ear, a dangerous smile dancing across his enticing lips before pulling her slowly towards him, bowing his head to meet her waiting mouth.  She felt shivers of energy pass between them as they kissed.  He tasted of cigars and ginger, his other hand reaching for her neck too, pulling her more voraciously to him, his tongue probing impatiently against hers.  Anita was lost, the ground seemed to disappear and her head began to spin, instincts prevailing as she responded to his touch.  She regained her composure as Marcus pulled back, his hands now on her cheeks, his face an inch from hers, hungry eyes bearing down on her, full of unsated desire.  She dropped her gaze and raised her hands to his waist, running them alluringly up his toned torso to his chest, where they pushed him sensuously back a short pace.  She left her hands on him as she looked up heatedly, her eyes on fire, her silent rejecting yet enticing challenge plain.  He held her gaze, a carnal smile accepting, as she leaned back in for a short, final, calculated kiss.  ‘Goodnight Marcus,’ she whispered in a slow, sultry voice before brushing past him.

‘Good night,’ he replied elated, matching her tone as she veered off the path, round the back of the cottage.  There was nothing Marcus loved more than the thrill of the chase.

Anderson climbed back down the pole they had erected just outside one of the trading posts in the Wild Lands and scooped Arabella up into a bear hug when he got to the bottom.  He planted a kiss squarely on her lips before she pushed him away in mock exasperation.

‘You’re in a good mood,’ she said.  ‘Only the Gods know what you’ll be like if we ever actually find anything.’  She raised her eyes and looked hopefully at the receiver dish on top of the pole.  ‘Chances we will find anything here?’ she asked, knowing full well what Anderson’s answer would be.  He was eternally optimistic and never seemed deterred when a site left them empty handed.

‘As good as our chances anywhere,’ he beamed at her.

Both Arabella and Anderson were around thirty years old, but where Arabella was short, carrying a little more weight then she would have liked, with long dark hair, Anderson was a tall, skinny man with an unkempt ginger mop.  He was a relic specialist.  In fact he was now the only remaining relic specialist and nobody really knew how it was he got away with it.  Austin had put a stop to any relic research several years back and Philip and Christiana hadn’t put up much of a fight to try and stop him.  Anderson had devoted his entire life to studying the relic, trying to work out how to send it back and free the world.  It wasn’t that he wanted to be a hero, quite the opposite, he never coveted attention for his research and there were very few people who even knew he existed, probably one of the reasons Austin left him alone.  Anderson had just always been fascinated by the mystery of the relic and wanted to solve its puzzle.  Anyway, he’d never found anything better to do with his life and it meant he was able to travel the world with Arabella, so he wouldn’t change one thing about what he did, even if they very rarely took any steps forward in their research.

They were currently at the spot on exactly the other side of the world from where the relic lay, to see if the energy there was any different to anywhere else.  They had put up the receiver at a number of spots along the way, finding nothing significant at all.  His expectation that they would find something here was pretty low, but they had to try.

Anita woke up to the delicious smell of bacon cooking downstairs.  She got out of bed and decided to skip her usual early morning yoga session, given that she was feeling a little delicate after all the ginger wine and headed straight to the kitchen.  Cordelia was standing over the stove singing to herself and turned when she heard Anita come in.

‘Morning,’ she said cheerily.

‘Morning,’ replied Anita.  ‘What’s got into you?’  Cordelia was not generally a morning person, in that it was usually difficult to get her to be cheerful about anything before about eleven o’clock and at least three cups of tea, but today she seemed positively sparkling.

‘You got home late last night,’ Cordelia chirped, ignoring Anita’s remark.

‘That’s why you’re happy?  Because I got home late last night?!’

‘So, tell me all about it,’ she said, putting an enormous plate of sausages, bacon and eggs down in front of Anita.

‘There’s not much to tell really,’ she shrugged.  ‘We ate, we danced, we drank and then I came home.’

‘Really.  You expect me to believe that is all?  You can’t think of anything else you might like to tell me?’

Anita shot Cordelia a curious look, ‘what else do you think happened exactly?’

Cordelia changed tack.  Mildly subtle wasn’t working, so she may as well go for the obvious approach.  ‘And Marcus?  Any news there?’

‘Any news?  You’re going to have to be a little more specific.’

Cordelia huffed, why did she have to be so damned difficult?  ‘Do you think you will see him again?’

Cordelia didn’t need to wait long to get her answer as at that moment there was a knock on the back door, followed by Marcus’ polished voice saying, ‘hello?’.

Anita jumped up and ran out of the kitchen towards the back door, throwing Cordelia a look which clearly said ‘don’t you dare follow me’.  She approached the open back door saying, ‘hi!  What are you doing here?’ as casually as she could.

Marcus leaned in and gave Anita a deep, enthusiastic kiss.  ‘It’s lovely to see you too,’ he said, as he pulled away.  ‘Can I smell breakfast?’ he asked, grabbing Anita’s hand as he pushed past her and dragging her behind him towards the kitchen.

Cordelia couldn’t contain her excitement when she saw them enter.  ‘Marcus, how lovely to meet you.  I’m Cordelia, Anita’s grandmother.  She has told me all about you,’ she lied convincingly.

Marcus flashed a charming smile, replying, ‘it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you too,’ whilst shaking her hand.

Anita gave Cordelia a stern look from where she was standing behind Marcus, before saying, ‘Cordelia was just leaving, weren’t you Cordelia?’  Anita placed her hand on Marcus’ arm to draw his attention away from her grandmother.  ‘She was just about to take Thorn for a walk.  You remember Thorn?’ she said with relish, denying Cordelia the chance to dispute the urgency of taking Thorn out.

‘Yes, I certainly do,’ said Marcus shooting Anita a devilish smile.

Cordelia, who Anita had to admit, did at least know how to take a hint, rolled her eyes heavily as she placed a second plate of food down on the table.  ‘There you go Marcus.  Come on Thorn.  See you later Anita,’ she said, barely trying to hide her disappointment as she set off out of the back door with the dog, more than a little put out.

Anita and Marcus finished breakfast, then Marcus waited downstairs whilst Anita got dressed.  She had lessons today, so he said he would walk her to the Temples as he had to go there anyway.

‘How did you get here so quickly last night?’ Anita asked as they left the house.  ‘We came straight here but you got here first.’

Marcus smiled and looked pleased with himself.  ‘There’s a back way that cuts across our estate so nobody uses it.  It’s much more direct,’ he said smugly.

But of course, thought Anita sarcastically.  They walked on in silence for a few minutes before she said, ‘so, what did Austin say last night?’

Marcus didn’t say anything for several paces, seeming to contemplate what to tell her before replying, ‘he wasn’t exactly very happy.  He thought the dance was totally inappropriate and made a mockery of the occasion and he blamed you for leading me astray.’  Marcus smiled at Anita as he said the last bit and Anita raised an eyebrow, both of them acknowledging the absurdity of his assumption.  ‘Amber, dad’s Chief of Security and Research, was there too, he’s always worse when she’s around.  She really brings out his unpleasant side.  Anyway, long and short of it, dad doesn’t like you.  He thinks you’re a bad influence and not the sort of person that a future Descendant should be hanging around with, let alone going out with.’

Anita ignored the ‘going out with’ bit; they could deal with that later.  ‘So he must be pretty annoyed that you came here last night and this morning?’ she probed.

‘He doesn’t know,’ he said honestly, ‘but even if he did, he can’t stop me from seeing you, or anyone else I want to see for that matter.  Sooner or later he’s got to realise I’m not twelve years old any longer and he can’t dictate what I do and who I see.’

‘I’m not sure he wants to realise that.’

‘He doesn’t have a choice.’

‘So, how come the Descendants get to skip weekend classes when the rest of us have to suffer?’ Anita firmly changed the subject, trying to brighten the mood.

‘Because they make us study three times as hard as everyone else when we’re children.  When you lot were all running around playing after school, we were still in lessons learning how to be Descendants.  We’re not just born with all the skills we have, a lot of them are taught.  I mean, obviously something like Alexander’s ability to read energy you’re either born with or without a tendency towards, but pretty much everything can be learned, if you work hard enough.  Descendants have to be adept in all disciplines, which means we have to work hard when we’re growing up to get there.  It was bad back when I was eight, but it does have its advantages now, like for example not having to go to school at the weekend.’

‘So that’s why you were all at the front of the Chase?’ she asked happily, the dots all falling into place.

‘Yep.’

‘So even through I’m appallingly bad at Mind disciplines, there could be hope for me yet?’ Anita joked.

‘Yep, maybe even for you,’ he said smirking, shoving her playfully.

‘Have you ever seen anyone move anything using just their mind?’

‘Of course I have.  I’ve done it myself once or twice.’

‘Really?’ said Anita, her voice heavy with scepticism.

‘Really,’ he replied, looking absolutely serious.

‘Could you teach me?’

‘It’s not just something that you can learn to do overnight, Anita.  You need to be really good at the basics first and build up to it.  I’ve been dedicated to Mind disciplines my whole life and I’ve only managed it a couple of times.’

‘But we could try?’  Anita wasn’t really sure why she even wanted to know.  She had never liked Mind disciplines, but somehow private tuition with Marcus sounded quite appealing.  Besides, it was a challenge now she knew moving objects with only your mind was actually possible, although she wouldn't one hundred per cent believe it until she saw it herself.

Marcus looked at Anita, mildly exasperated, ‘would you take no for an answer?’

Anita didn’t say anything.  She smiled at the ground before looking Marcus defiantly in the eye.

‘As I suspected,’ he rolled his eyes.  ‘Yes Anita, I suppose we could try,’ he said draping his arm round her shoulders and playfully kissing her hair.

Anita and Marcus arrived at the Temples; Anita relieved that Marcus had removed his arm from around her shoulders by the time they got there.  They ran into Cleo and Bas outside the Mind Temple, which was good Anita thought, as it would give everyone less to talk about than if she and Marcus had walked in on their own together.

They entered the Temple and Marcus said he would come and find Anita later, when he had finished what he needed to do.  He left them and headed for the hole in the floor, which he descended through effortlessly.  Bas, Cleo and Anita sat down in seats as close to the back as they could.  Anita’s hangover was abating, but the other two, along with the rest of the class didn’t look in such great shape, so the lesson was pretty subdued.

The Spirit lesson was also a total waste of time, with most people requiring concentration just to stay awake, let alone do something that required as much focus as meditating.

As usual, Anita didn’t attend the Body lesson, telling the others she was going for a run instead.  However, as she went back passed the Spirit Temple, she thought about what Marcus had said.  If someone like Gwyn could master the art of meditating, or the Mind disciplines, through nothing more than practise, then Anita was pretty sure she could too.  Then there was the added benefit that if she hung around the Spirit Temple enough, she would have to bump into Alexander eventually, so she entered the Temple and picked an open space on a large rectangular mat near the back and sat down to meditate.  She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, trying to push away thoughts of kissing good looking men in the middle of the night.  After about five minutes of sitting with blankness in her mind, the image of an eagle soaring high above the world glided into her head.  The eagle started to descend towards the ground and Anita could see only Wild Land all around.  There were no houses and no people, just heather and trees and rocks, but as the eagle swooped further downwards, she could make out a large, earth coloured yurt in a clearing.  The eagle flapped its wings and Anita suddenly felt herself falling before landing like a cat on the ground next to the yurt’s entrance.  It felt safe and familiar here, so she stood up and walked towards the tent, pushing aside the canvas covering the door and making her way through to the other side.

She emerged in a place that looked exactly like you would imagine the inside of a yurt to look, although oddly it was filled with light.  There was a low bed covered with animal hides, several small tables and chairs made out of bits of wood lashed together and a rack of drying herbs.  However, in the centre of the yurt, sat on top of a waist high pillar, was a brass cylinder.  This looked alien, like it wasn’t supposed to be here and Anita felt suddenly uneasy.  She made her way towards the cylinder, about to pick it up to see what was inside, when she felt an overwhelming urge to leave it and turn around.  She turned, and to her surprise saw Alexander sitting on the bed, hair unkempt, shirtless, revealing a glorious honed torso and wearing a pair of battered old cotton trousers.  He looked amazing and it was all Anita could do to keep herself from running to the bed and jumping on top of him right then and there.

Anita’s energy was at an all-time high and Alexander smiled knowingly at her.  ‘Anita, you need to leave the cylinder alone.  You need to make it disappear.  Reject it from your mind and it will go.’  He spoke to her and she could hear him, but his lips didn’t seem to move.

‘Why do I need to leave it alone?  What is it?  Why’s it here?’

‘I can’t explain now, we need to be careful, but trust me, you need to reject it.’

‘How?’

Alexander got up and moved towards Anita.  He stood in front of her so he could see the cylinder behind her back and looked into her eyes.  ‘Do exactly what I tell you.’  Anita nodded, no idea what was going on.  ‘Imagine the cylinder lifting off the pillar,’ he said.  ‘It will be difficult and heavy, but lift it up.  You’re strong; use your strength to raise it.’  Anita concentrated exceptionally hard.  She did everything she could to lift the cylinder, but it wouldn’t budge.  ‘Try harder Anita,’ came Alexander’s gentle yet firm command.  She tried, but nothing she did would lift it.  She could feel her energy draining and she dropped her eyes to the floor.  ‘Anita, look at me.  I’m going to help you, but it’s very important you stay focused on the cylinder, okay?’  Anita nodded.  Alexander reached forward and touched Anita’s index finger very lightly with his and the cylinder felt immediately light as air.  She could easily lift it now and made it fly into the air behind them.  ‘Very good Anita.  Now I need you to imagine the cylinder falling to the floor, but before it gets there it vanishes, okay?’  Anita nodded again, Alexander’s finger still touching hers.  She was concentrating on the cylinder falling, when she felt both another presence and Alexander’s finger leave hers.  The cylinder fell, but bounced when it hit the floor and rolled through the door out of the tent.

Alexander had disappeared and a furious voice suddenly invaded her thoughts.  ‘What the hell do you think you are playing at?’

Anita was jolted back to the Temple and almost fainted when she got there.  She looked up to see Marcus and Alexander standing over her, Marcus looking livid.  ‘I was teaching her a thing or two about the arts of the Spirit,’ Alexander replied easily.  ‘Maybe you should think about doing the same with the Mind disciplines so she is not so vulnerable to attack.’

‘What?’ said Anita and Marcus together.

‘You attacked her?’ spat Marcus, squaring up to Alexander.  Anita had to supress a smile despite the situation, as the idea that Marcus could beat Alexander in a fight was pretty funny.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I didn’t attack her.  But given what I just saw it wouldn’t take much for someone else to try and almost certainly succeed.’

‘Who would want to attack me?’ asked a confused Anita.  Alexander rolled his eyes, giving her a ‘do we really have to recap already’ look, but Marcus answered.