Chapter Eleven

Separation of Ways

Clara sat up in the dark, except it wasn't dark. There was a blue light shining in front of her, soft and calming. And standing in the center of it was a woman.

"Hello, Clara," the woman said.

"Hello, my Lady," Clara said. She instinctively lowered her head.

"You should know better," the Lady said, coming forward and pressing a cool hand on Clara's forehead. Clara felt the wound healing.

"They think I'm dead," she said stonily.

"You are, dear. I've come to offer you a deal. If you decline, I'll be in trouble, but I'll find someone else, I'm sure."

"Deal?" Clara said carefully.

"Yes. You see, I was born when you were. The same day, the same time. The same place. But I had to live through all that has happened with the Dark. I am, after all, the Lady."

"But that means that you would have had to have been born in the past," Clara said.

"No, not at all. It just means that I would have had to have gone to the past. I'm offering you a great chance to help the Light, Clara. It will involve many sacrifices. But it will help the Light greatly, as well as myself. Do you accept?"

"If you had asked me earlier if I would have accepted. But this is the way of things, isn't it? We both understand that. And we both know that I accept now. So, Clara, Lady, tell me what it is I must do."

The Lady smiled. "I'm glad I'm not old enough you didn't recognize me," she said with a laugh. And with that, she began...

* * *

Catherine and Bran stood in the classroom, where it was just minutes until Daniel would come to snatch her away. Catherine held Michael in her arms.

"You're sure about this?" Bran asked.

She nodded. "I'm not going to give up," she said firmly. "I can take care of him, too. I don't care what anybody says."

Bran grinned and handed her a small wallet. "Put that in a bank," he told her. "To save it. There's some for his education, and some for yours. You should have a better chance than this. And get a nice place, too." She turned to look at him, but was distracted as Daniel suddenly appeared in the middle of the classroom. He went to the door and waited patiently as she backed up into Bran, alarmed.

"Relax," he told her softly. "We're invisible, remember?"

She nodded, not entirely convinced. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to the idea of so many people being able to use magic.

The door opened, and she watched as she was pulled inside. He greeted her. Told her to breathe, and a few seconds later, Bran told her it was okay to look again. "I hate that man," she told him with a somewhat relieved grin.

"Put that in your pocket," he told her, indicating the wallet. She obeyed, and when she looked up, she couldn't remember why she was looking at a wall. And her arms were heavy... She looked down and saw a baby. A boy. She knew it was a boy.

"Where'd you come from, hmm?" she asked it. "Oh, well. One of the girls here probably left you, I guess. Don't worry. I'll take care of you. You like the name Michael? I'm a little partial to it, so I'm afraid you're stuck with it." Michael tugged on a piece of her hair. "Yeah. I've got hair. Tug all you want. There's always more."

Bran, invisible, watched her leave the classroom and dropped the invisibility spell and took Eirias out of its scabbard. Things were going smoothly at least.

Catherine walked to the school office, no one taking notice of a high school girl holding a baby. She checked out, and when she got home, found a large amount of money in a wallet in one of her pockets.

* * *

"You're sure you guys want to stay here?" Bran asked.

Will nodded. "It's a whole lot easier to court a girl in medieval times, let me tell you."

"Will!" Jane grinned.

He grinned back. "Well, I'm serious. It makes me unique. Stand out from the other guys. How many of them could ever take you to a genuine ball and feast, hmm? We're living a renaissance festival."

Bran grinned. "Well, Merriman dropped Simon and Barney off in London today. He'll clear things up on that end. Are you-"

"Bran, man. You're a great friend and all but if you ask if we're certain one more time I swear I'll wring your neck."

Bran laughed and nodded. "Right." He took Eirias out again. "Until next time."

"Or maybe sooner," Will said, grinning slightly.

Bran nodded, planning to get the details later. And with a few motions with Eirias, he left and went back to his school, second after Will had walked in with the sword in the first place. He finished cleaning the boards, and then the Pendragon remembered to close the door behind him before he left.


© 2001. There. Done for now. 3:42. *sigh* Now I can get some sleep. LOL. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, because I've already cooked up an idea for a sequel. I didn't think the "Three from the track" had enough written up about them. And plus, we're in a bit of a third wave here (Wasn't that a TV show?) Anyway, sequel will be coming as soon as I finish "School of American Magic." Thanks for reading this far. LOL! (Laugh out loud= LOL!LOL!) Yep. 3:49 in the morning, and I'm going bonkers. Anyway, see you, and GOOD NIGHT!