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The Legacy of Androva Series

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Chapter twenty-seven takes us to the end of Spell Tracker. We find out the consequences of Devin's attempt to sacrifice himself to save Cass, his sister, and Luca/Avi, the boy he loves. Nothing is ever straightforward when a magical contract is involved, and this Spell Tracker is a Shadow Mage to beware of. He insists on collecting what is due to him, and Luca is forced to ask the Master Mages for help.

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27 A Different Life

It was instantaneous. The contract released me. As soon as I realized what had happened, I freed Cass from the Spell Tracker’s magic.
“Devin,” she said, running over to throw her arms around him. He held onto her and closed his eyes. It was the kind of moment guardians lived for. The love between them was beautiful.
“What? What?” said the Spell Tracker. “That wasn’t… That wasn’t a proper name!” he shouted.
He raised his hand to claim Devin.
“No,” I said, interrupting his spell. “You cannot harm a magician connected to a guardian. Not without the High Council’s endorsement.”
Wait until you find out he’s a Light Mage.
His face turned red, then reddish-purple. I raised my eyebrows. “Something you’d like to say?”
“You tricked me! You… you…” His anger overcame his powers of speech.
“No,” I said. “Devin outsmarted you, but he didn’t trick you. In this dimension it’s a recognized name. Otherwise the magic would not have responded as it did.”
Devin pulled back from Cass and gave me a grin. “I couldn’t be sure, but you told me how powerful thoughts and beliefs could be. I never expected to wind up grateful to Mina for creating Cavi.”
“God, no,” said Cass. “She’ll never let us hear the end of it if she finds out. Although… I can’t exactly tell her. I have no idea what’s happening.”
Devin’s grin faded. “Am I… am I still going to die?”
“Yes,” said the Spell Tracker, sneering. “My contract with you is perfectly valid. You entered into it of your own free will.”
“We’ll see,” I replied. I reached out with my magic. “Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Selaphiel, Raguel, et Barachiel. Uno nomine veroque te invoco.”
The Spell Tracker recoiled. “W-what are you doing?” He leaned backward as if I were pointing an earthbound gun at his head.
“I think we should settle this now,” I replied. “Before one of us is—how can I put this?—tempted to adjust their magic in any way.”
He glared at me. Yes. I doubt Cass is the only magician whose contract you’ve manipulated.
“You should be happy,” I said. “You might be remembered as an extraordinary Spell Tracker yet.”
“No one has answered you,” he said, looking left and right. The four of us were still alone in the classroom. His superior expression reasserted itself.
“Who did you… call?” asked Devin. “Because those names sounded familiar.”
“They make up the High Council of the magical dimensions,” I said. “And someone is already here.”
My magic was being inspected. Guardians had to submit to a lot of audits, and I was accustomed to the sensation. Whoever had answered my summons would start with me. The ability to ask for help in this way was a guardian’s privilege and one we were not permitted to abuse.
“So much wishful thinking is absurd even for a guardian like you,” said the Spell Tracker. “I am returning and I’ll be taking my—”
He broke off mid-sentence with an expression of panic.
“What’s the matter?” I said, with fake concern.
Cass shivered and Devin lifted his shoulders, frowning. “Avi…?”
“Don’t be afraid,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong. It is the Spell Tracker and I who are at fault.”
“Indeed,” came a low, melodious voice. I turned.
“Selaphiel,” I said, lowering my head briefly.
“Luca,” she responded.
“Those are angels’ names,” said Devin. “I remember now. And you do… you do look kind of angelic.”
Selaphiel had not bothered with an earthbound covering. Though her usual form would look quite ordinary in the magical dimensions, here she looked like a person made from magic, glowing and golden.
She gave a faint smile. “Angel is an earthbound word. It simply means messenger. When we first created this dimension alongside our own, the High Council were the only guardians. We were a little careless with how much information we imparted, and the stories about us unfortunately persist.”
“You’re… I thought… the archangels are all supposed to be men,” said Cass.
“Hmmm,” she said, her smile turning mischievous. “Earthbound lessons regarding the irrelevance of gender are still a work in progress. We’ll get there eventually.”
“We?” asked Cass, smiling back. “I think you’re my new favorite person. If… person’s the right word?”
“Person and Master Mage,” I said.
“We’re all magicians,” said Devin slowly. “That’s what he meant about restoring my magic. This dimension… the life paths… the guardians… even the penalties. It’s like a kind of college, isn’t it?”
Cass’s eyes widened. “We’re all magicians?”
I looked at Selaphiel to see if she would confirm it. I still had no idea how the High Council would resolve our situation. She’d examined our magic. She would know everything.
“I demand the right to execute my contract,” said the Spell Tracker loudly. “You cannot prevent it indefinitely.”
Selaphiel’s expression turned cold. “You are not in a position to make any demands, Spell Tracker. However, I’m afraid you are correct as far as the contract is concerned. Go ahead.”
My heart sank. She was going to allow it, then. Cass would lose her brother when she’d only just found him again.
“What?” said Cass, moving in front of Devin. “What did you say?”
The Spell Tracker pushed her out of the way behind a wall of magic. “No!” she shouted. “Avi, stop them. I thought we were safe. Dev!”
With a satisfied smile, the Spell Tracker snapped his fingers and Devin crumpled to the floor. Cass threw herself against the wall of magic in an attempt to reach him, continuing to protest.
Selaphiel held up her hand and Cass was forced into silence. “Be patient,” she said. “Permit me to explain what will happen now.”
“Punishment of some kind, I assume?” said the Spell Tracker. “Get it over with. I have a magician to torture.”
“No, you do not. The physical covering you just killed belonged to a Light Mage. Congratulations, Spell Tracker. You have successfully created another guardian.”
Cass gasped. She gave me a pleading look. “Does that mean Dev’s OK?”
“Yes, he’s—”
I was interrupted by the Spell Tracker, whose face was distorted with rage. “Impossible. You…” He turned to me. I tried to keep my face expressionless. “You knew. You knew. I’ll kill you for that. I’ll kill you. You’ll be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life, Guardian.” He stepped closer and Selaphiel shook her head.
“You will not live that long, Spell Tracker. Have you forgotten the contract you entered into when you took your position?”
“I…” His furious expression wavered, but only for a second. He rolled his jaw and threw the lanista’s cloak over his shoulder with an imperious gesture. “You’ll never enforce it. That’s why you employ me. No one on the High Council would lower themselves to my position.”
“I would.” She narrowed her eyes and the glow of her magic crackled like static electricity. “I would consider it a fair exchange for the harm you have done. However, I won’t have to. Your successor will be tasked with executing your penalty. She is ready. You were due to step down soon, I think? I’m sure you remember the timing better than I.”
The Spell Tracker froze. His eyes flicked left and right as if looking for a way out, but there was none. If his magic was bound to a contract, he was done. As we watched, he was dragged backward, and the illusion of his physical covering disappeared.
“Now,” said Selaphiel, “we come to you, Luca. I am in something of a dilemma about your penalty. You could argue that the end justified the means, but the problem is you had no way of knowing the end before you engaged in the means, did you?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Would you do it again?”
“Yes,” I said.
She sighed. “And what is your view on the rules about objectivity now?”
I might as well say it while I have the chance. “I think they should be less strict. I think guardians could give better help—more help—if we were allowed to be part of the earthbound dimension from time to time and revisit former connections.
“And,” I added, “I think the High Council is too far removed from what’s going on in this dimension. You can’t legislate for what you don’t know. There are bound to be other loopholes you haven’t thought about. Plus… I’ve given more help in the five weeks I’ve been here than I usually manage in half an earthbound year.”
I bit my lip. I hadn’t intended to go on for so long.
“Are you quite finished?” she asked.
I nodded. My cheeks were hot. I was glad I’d managed to stop before I blurted out my feelings for Cass and Devin, too. Way to undermine your own argument, Luca. I’d demonstrated just how susceptible to emotion this physical covering made me.
“It seems you’re not alone,” she said.
“What? I don’t understand.”
“You’re not the only guardian who thinks that way.” Selaphiel extended a hand toward Devin’s body, which glowed for a few seconds before coming back to life.
“Hey,” he said, sitting up.
“Dev?” said Cass a little warily. “Is it really you?”
“Yeah,” he said. He gave her one of his amazing smiles and her expression relaxed. “I’m going to keep the name. I prefer it to my real one. And it will be less confusing for everyone.”
“Can I… can I hug you?”
He looked at Selaphiel.
“All right,” she said. She glanced at me. “I accept your suggestion. We will pursue this on a trial basis. You may live in the earthbound dimension with the freedom to identify your own assignments as long as you report for auditing once a month.”
I jumped. It felt as if the ground had dropped away from me for a second. My physical covering shimmered.
“I have made an adjustment. Your covering will remain an illusion, but tactile interaction will no longer be painful for the earthbound,” added Selaphiel. “No connections, though. I’m afraid the risk of discovery is too great if we allow the earthbound to look into your eyes and see your magic.”
She turned to Cass. “Last, but certainly not least, we come to you.”
Devin stood up and took hold of her hand, and I walked across to take the other one. “Don’t be afraid,” I whispered. “You’ve done the difficult part.”
“Congratulations,” said Selaphiel. “You have graduated your life path. Please forgive us for the additional obstacles you faced. I regret them deeply.”
“I don’t… What am I supposed to do?” said Cass.
“You are supposed to remember,” said Selaphiel, restoring Cass’s magical identity.
Cass held my hand more tightly. “Oh… my… God,” she said. Her disorientation passed quickly and it was like she’d stepped from a black-and-white movie into bright technicolor. Her energy signature was so strong compared to how it had been before. She’s kind of amazing.
“Avi,” she said.
“Leander,” I replied. She leaned over to give me a kiss, and I knew she was saying goodbye to what we’d had. She’s right. It’s time.
“I’ll always love you,” she said. “Both of you. And you’d better come visit me often. The thought of being an Animal Mage and a Healer is a little daunting. Especially now I remember that dragons are real. I’ll need all the help I can get to start off with.”
“We will,” said Devin.
“Just try and keep us away,” I added.
“I’m ready,” she told Selaphiel. “I have a favor to ask, though. Since you regret what happened, I wonder if you might… smooth my departure a little. If the earthbound were to believe I’d… maybe… gone to Europe to study or something?”
“An elegant solution,” agreed Selaphiel. “And a fair request, given what you’ve been through. Consider it done.”
“Am I…? Who will be training Devin as a guardian?” I asked.
“You, to begin with,” said Selaphiel. “You’ve been a guardian for almost two thousand earthbound years. You are sufficiently experienced.”
“He certainly is,” said Cass, with a wicked grin. “Dev, you’re a lucky guy.”
“Cass!”
“Leander!”
Devin and I protested together.
“See you both soon,” she said, unrepentant. In an instant, she and Selaphiel disappeared, leaving Devin and I alone in the classroom. It was dark outside and the glare from the overhead lights was unpleasant. I didn’t know what time it was, but I felt mentally exhausted.
Off,” said Devin, and the lights went out. “That’s better,” he said. “Although it doesn’t sound quite so impressive when it’s not in Latin, does it? Just my luck to graduate my life path as a North American high-schooler.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You have a nice voice. It doesn’t matter what language you’re speaking.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, closing the distance between us.
“Yeah,” I murmured. His magic was buzzing. I think he’s a stronger magician than I am. That’s hot. I swallowed. “Thank you for saving my life, by the way.”
“Thank you for saving my sister’s life. Er… do you think you might ever kiss me again?”
I made a kind of helpless noise, then we were kissing. Gods. I am never going to get enough of him. Let’s hope the janitor doesn’t plan to check this classroom anytime soon.
“W-when are you expected home?” I managed when we came up for air.
“Later,” he said. “You can come back with me. I want to introduce my boyfriend to everyone. We’ll figure out the rest as we go along.”
I nodded. It was going to be an interesting new life. For both of us.

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