These Shadows Remain (13 page)

“Gabrielle, let your brother go on. What's beyond the toons?”

“Vampires, werewolves. Underworld demons. Ghouls and devils, banshees and gargoyles. Worse than toons. Things people are afraid of in the dark. And in the light, when you think about it.”

Tomas remembered he'd had glimpses of these beasts long ago, at the edge of images, before he'd turned. They were coming back to him.

“Oooooo now I'm going to have nightmares for sure. Thanks loads, bro. I mean rilly, what are we talking about here, like some sort of sequel? Like, I mean please.”

*

The image flashed into Tomas's mind.

The thing lurked at the door.

It wanted inside but it didn't know how to smash through.

Was this another of the whirlwind's mockeries?

“Well they're not here now.” Gabrielle found again the matter-of-factness that had held her powerfully in the midst of crisis. “Best not to worry too much until they're like actually around. But hey bro let's not start on anything else.”

“Whatever you speak becomes a possibility,” Tomas said.

“Now don't you start, Tomas! Honestly. Look at your new home. And look who's here.”

*

Adina came out of the house, refreshed in a white dress, her long hair rich and curly, and she was smiling, a smile that seemed to say: put all that aside and enter.

Tomas walked with the children towards her.

“Adina.” It seemed to be enough to say this.

He lifted the sword and handed it up the steps to her.

“For you. To take or break, if you wish.” 

She took hold of the sword.

“It's not to be broken. Not this one. You may need it again someday.”

“Or we will, right?” Gabrielle said. 

“Here.” Adina stood the sword by the door. “It'll be where we can find it.”

From the foot of the steps Tomas looked back again, standing with the three.

They had read the world, and they had read images. They had read inventions, and they had read dreams. They had read the paths and read the transformations. They had read everything, from trees to towers.

“Look,” Adina said. 

He turned to her.

“Not at me. Look up.” 

Tomas turned to the sky. 

“That's the future,” she said.

Soon there would be stars. Tomas smiled thinking of how much there would be to read in those depths. He stepped into the house that belonged to him, and the children burst indoors, and scampered through, suddenly younger than they had seemed outside, pausing to take in this place, then running and exploring again, then pausing and musing, then scampering, their calls to one another like subtle signals and waves of permission to grow, their shadows through the white rooms like delighted claims upon the house.

*

Through the windows Tomas saw the wind whip up around the trees at the edge of the porch and lawn.

The trees were rolling like tides after a great flood. It appeared to him that the world was coming back. The trees looked warmed by the wind, and he felt warmth in himself, imprinted by the release and spring of the moment.

Why didn't anyone else see the wind through the windows?

Then he heard it – the thundering wind. He knew that it was wrestling up around the towers, mastering them with its sound. He suddenly saw in his mind that the people who had come to the castle were momentarily silenced by the pulsing wind.

But it wasn't a stormy whirlwind, not this time.

Tomas imagined that the castle's glow had flickered in the wind, in the way that sunlight quivered when you saw it between the leaves of trees in a forest. He saw people silenced staring, trying to see and listen.

*

“They'll turn the castle into a tourist attraction,” Tomas said.

“More people will come. Hundreds maybe thousands,” Adina said. “They'll all want to see you. You're the one who came between the realms.”

“Many people can do that.” Tomas spoke almost to himself. It was something he knew again. Adina had the power, so did Santiago and Gabrielle. People would want to see them too.

They walked through their house. The rooms were empty and large. When they talked whatever they said to one another became an echo.

“Some people have been moving between realms for years,” Tomas said. He didn't know how he knew this either. But he knew it was true. “They see many sides to things. They can travel between planes. Maybe I'll meet them someday. Maybe we'll meet them.”

“In the meantime, we need a rest,” she said.

*

He saw Adina smile, its spreading radiance, the light coming up from within her. It came to him. He knew where he'd seen her before. It was her smile. It was like the light that could be in everything.

The many languages of the world could come together and sing in that instant of recognition. But he still had a lot to learn, in reading her, or any person. He didn't want to spend any more time in the shadow realm.

“You belong to them. They've adopted you.” She pointed to Gabrielle and Santiago, still moving through their new home, gazing at its many spaces.

“No TV,” Gabrielle said.

“Not yet.” Santiago was staring, his eyes wide, at one of the blank walls.

“But that would be nice place right there for a big flat screen,” he said enthusiastically.

“Yeah, awesome,” she said.

“What about here?” He pointed to another large bare wall.

The white walls were so luminous they could see their own forms in benign silhouettes.

“Yeah,” Gabrielle said passionately. “There, there.”

*

Tomas turned to Adina and looked into her eyes. He was startled to see how her eyes were dark and bright. In that intense focus the white rooms, the echoes, the wind in the trees, and the chatter of the children, faded away from him. He looked deeper into her and immediately thought of a question. It was a question about connection. It seemed like the essential one.

“If I kiss you, what happens?”

“Then I owe you a kiss too,” she said. 

“That sounds like a promise.”

Slowly she came towards him and took hold of what had once been his image hand and pressed it open on her heart. Then she moved closer to him, and pressed her hand open on his heart, and leaned towards his cheek, and whispered,

“It is.”

*

Gabrielle stood in the centre of the room dreaming awake.

She saw images returning, different in their shapes, in their stories.

Overcome by this sudden flow of pictures, she asked herself, what realms have we visited? Gabrielle swayed and leaned towards a dance. Where have we been? She was murmuring in her mind and swaying, looking into the white spaces.

She spun serenely, happily. There would be visits and visitations. It would be wonderful not to live terrified or in shock. She spun hearing a music that would come with the returning images. She saw children in towers, sleeping and awake, in forests, under the sea, on waves, on clouds in the wind.

And she was dancing, happily, serenely. 

Images and dreams would come again and would live in another way in their minds, with the guidance they'd never had. They would flow from heart to heart, so she thought and wished, and said again in her mind, and she danced, and danced faster.

“Gabrielle, stop that. You're making me dizzy,” Santiago said. He smiled in awe at his sister who was spinning in the room.

“Umbrellas and umbilical cords,” she said. 

“What're you saying?” Santiago watched, listening, continuing to smile.

Now Tomas and Adina were watching her dance too, caught up in the energy of the whirl – amazed by her delight.

“Umbrellas and umbilical cords.” She was almost breathless.

“What does that mean?” Santiago asked. 

“I don't know.” She laughed, and danced.

 

 

 

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