Crisanta Knight: To Death & Back E-Book

Geanna Culbertson

• Herausgeber: BQB Publishing
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

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Crisanta Knight: To Death & Back

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Crisanta Knight: To Death & Back

© 2019 Geanna Culbertson. All rights reserved.

Book Five in The Crisanta Knight Series

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, digital, photocopying, or recording, except for the inclusion in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Published in the United States by BQB Publishing

(an imprint of Boutique of Quality Books Publishing Company, Inc.)

www.bqbpublishing.com

978-1-945448-26-3 (p)

978-1-945448-27-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019930113

Book design by Robin Krauss, www.bookformatters.com

Cover concept by Geanna Culbertson

Cover design by Ellis Dixon, www.ellisdixon.com

First editor: Pearlie Tan

Second editor: Olivia Swenson

Books in The Crisanta Knight Series

Crisanta Knight: Protagonist Bound

Book One

Crisanta Knight: The Severance Game

Book Two

Crisanta Knight: Inherent Fate

Book Three

Crisanta Knight: The Liar, The Witch, & The Wormhole

Book Four

Crisanta Knight: To Death & Back

Book Five

Crisanta Knight: The Lost King

Book Six (2019)

Dedication

This book, like everything I shall ever accomplish, is dedicated to my mom and dad. You are my heroes, my coaches, and my best friends. I am thankful for you every day for more reasons than there are words in this book.

Special Thanks

Terri Leidich & BQB Publishing

For everything you’ve done, everything we’ll achieve together, and for always being in my corner, thank you. A hundred times over, and sincerely from my heart, thank you.

Pearlie Tan

Whenever I talk about the publishing process, I always mention you and how much I value your work and trust your skill. You are a core part of Team Crisanta Knight and I appreciate you.

Olivia Swenson

I have valued your opinion since the beginning and with every book we work on together, I am increasingly grateful to have you on my team. You have made a big difference to me!

Alexa Carter

Thank you for being consistently, incomparably one of the dearest friends I could ask for and consistently, incomparably one of the best people I know.

Ellis Dixon

I am so glad to have you on my team! Thank you for helping me bring my vision for each Crisanta Knight cover to life. I love every cover more than the last and I know that wouldn’t be the case if not for your skill and patience with the details.

I also want to thank The Fine Family, Bree Wernicke, Midnight Hour Studios, Girls on the Run, Read to a Child, Aimee Bender, all the other wonderful people who have supported this series so actively since the beginning, and my many fans who I hope to continue to amaze, enthrall, and surprise in the future!

Bonus Dedication

Since this is going to be an eight-book series, each book will include a bonus dedication to individuals who have significantly impacted my life or this series in some way. This one is for my brother Gallien Culbertson.

Brother, you and I spend a nice chunk of time sassing each other, but on a very sincere note, I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. You are a wonderful older brother, but you are also a great friend. In fact, I consider it a privilege and a blessing to be able to say that I consider you one of my best friends. And that’s just amazing. I mean, how many people get to say that about their siblings? Thank you for being my business consultant, life coach, pal, sports educator, TV and film debater, and the Robin to my Batman. (Just kidding; we’re both Batman.) This might be the first book that is specifically dedicated to you, but you are a big part of every single one. Just like you are a big part of me, and everything I shall ever accomplish.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1 The Spare Knight

Chapter 2 Picking Battles

Chapter 3 Fish-Gut Slut

Chapter 4 Giants of Geene

Chapter 5 The Mercy Pit

Chapter 6 Dancing with the Enemy

Chapter 7 Heart & Soul

Chapter 8 The Gwenivere Brigade

Chapter 9 Morgan La Fay

Chapter 10 The Queen & I

Chapter 11 The Hero’s Standard

Chapter 12 Motivation

Chapter 13 Elaine the Younger

Chapter 14 The Big Shift

Chapter 15 Death (Or Something Like It)

Chapter 16 Choker

Chapter 17 The Impossible Place

Chapter 18 Blood & Water

Chapter 19 First Contact

Chapter 20 Well, This Is Awkward

Chapter 21 Forget-Me-Nots

Chapter 22 The Window

Chapter 23 The Reinforcement

Chapter 24 I Make a New Friend

Chapter 25 Wave One

Chapter 26 Blood on Her Hands

Chapter 27 For the Kill

Chapter 28 Hands Off

Chapter 29 Watch Your Glass

Chapter 30 Cloud Nine

About the Author

Prologue

You know how princesses are supposed to wear pretty dresses, be saved by heroes, and live happily ever after?

Well, if that’s what you’re into, you picked the wrong book.

As the daughter of Cinderella, I’m all for pretty dresses, but I prefer to pair them with combat boots. While a few of my hero friends have saved me on occasion, I’ve rescued them just as many times. And as far as living happily ever after goes, at this rate I’ll be lucky just to be alive a few days from now.

My name is Crisanta Knight. I’m a protagonist and I hail from a world called Book—a magical realm that separates its citizens into main characters and common ensemble characters. One of the things our realm is known for is the Author—a mysterious prophet who writes the stories, known as “protagonist books,” that detail protagonists’ fates.

Each protagonist book starts with a prologue prophecy, a vague rhyme that predicts the general gist of a main character’s story. Unfortunately, mine was a doozy. I was prophesied to decide the fate of the wicked antagonists plotting to overthrow our realm and eliminate all its main characters. At the end of this story, I would either be responsible for stopping them or helping them see their evil plan through.

Since learning of my prophecy, the antagonists had tried to strike me down at every possible turn. Protagonists in Book attend special private schools where they train for their fairytale destinies. As a princess and a protagonist, I’d always been trained to do good and be good, so the antagonists assumed that if I made it to the end of my storyline, I would enact the interpretation of my prophecy that implied I would stop them. As a result, they wanted to stop me first, and the only way to keep a prophecy from coming true is by killing its subject.

Regrettably for them, I was pretty hard to kill. And I had a team of fierce friends that made sure of that.

SJ (the daughter of Snow White), Blue (the younger sister of Little Red Riding Hood), Jason (the younger brother of the famous Jack who climbed the beanstalk), and Daniel (a hero with no previous ties to fairytales past) were always there for me when things got seedy.

I also had a Fairy Godmother–issue wand which could morph into any weapon I willed it into. I possessed the combat ability to utilize this tool dynamically, especially in the form of a spear. And above all else, I had magic.

My mother’s Fairy Godmother had given me a spark of her magic when I was a little girl so I could operate the wand. This spark had developed into a singular, magnificent ability: life. As in, I had the ability to bring things to life and control them.

It was pretty awesome as far as powers went. Since realizing I possessed this ability a few months ago, I had spent a lot of time training to control and master it under the tutelage of the very Author who I once resented for supposedly controlling our fates.

Last semester my friends and I had discovered that the Author was actually a former Fairy Godmother named Liza Lenore who lived under the thumb of our realm’s higher-ups. She didn’t control our fates; she merely had visions of the future that reflected our choices. The higher-ups used her visions to keep order in our realm, convince the citizens of Book that their fates weren’t their own, and separate people into protagonists and commons. Accordingly, Liza was imprisoned and isolated from the rest of the realm and was under an enchantment that made her live forever so she could be used in this way indefinitely.

Although Liza was a tool of propaganda for the higher-ups, she had become a valuable ally and teacher to me. The reason? She and I shared a similar problem known as Pure Magic Disease.

Magic normally works like a jacket. It’s supposed to be easy to put on and use when needed, and simple to remove and ignore when not needed. However, every once in a while, magic irrevocably bonds to its host, resulting in Pure Magic Disease—an affliction that bestows great power with one ability, allows its host to see the future, and eventually corrupts them.

Liza was the only person I knew who had overcome the corrupting effects of Pure Magic, which made her the only person capable of teaching me the control to do the same. This involved tremendous focus and blocking out emotions—particularly negative ones—when I summoned my abilities. For while emotion made magic stronger, it also made it more unstable.

I had ardently tried to keep my emotions in check as my magic usage increased and developed, but that had become a lot more difficult lately thanks to Alex.

Alex is my older brother, and until a few days ago he was the beloved prince of our kingdom, Midveil. That all changed when he aligned himself with the antagonists and helped the common characters who had been rebelling in Book launch an attack on our home.

His betrayal had devastated me. He was no longer the hero, friend, and brother I once held dear. He was a monster working with Arian (the antagonist who’d been leading the charge against me since my prophecy appeared) and Mauvrey (the daughter of Sleeping Beauty, a former classmate at Lady Agnue’s School for Princesses & Other Female Protagonists, and my long-time nemesis).

I wished I never had to see Alex again, but our stories were entangled. Alex and company, like me and mine, were now after Excalibur—King Arthur’s legendary blade, which had been lost since his supposed death.

According to legend, Excalibur resided on Camelot’s infamous Isle of Avalon under the care of the Lady of the Lake, waiting for someone worthy to claim it. The next person who would be able to do this was foretold by Merlin, Camelot’s legendary wizard, in the Great Lights Prophecy. Enter my brother and me.

The Great Lights Prophecy indicated that a “Knight” of royal blood who was heir to the lion’s throne was meant to claim Excalibur. Alex fit that description, as did I. We were royal, Knight was our last name, and Midveil’s symbol was a lion. However, there was a deciding factor that could narrow down which of us had the chops to fulfill the prophecy: the Boar’s Mouth, a mystical statue in Camelot. According to the prophecy, the Knight meant to claim Excalibur needed to get blessed by the Boar’s Mouth in order to have any hope of completing the quest. The thing was, the statue only responded to people who had pledged a vow of loyalty known as The Pentecostal Oath to the king of Camelot.

Which brings us to the present.

Finding Excalibur was the key to accessing the memories of a lost Fairy Godmother named Paige Tomkins, who knew the location of Book’s missing genies.

Our search for Paige Tomkins had brought my friends and I to Neverland. There, we discovered that the rightful king of Camelot, King Arthur, was not dead like everyone long believed. After being mortally wounded by his half brother Mordred, he had accidentally ended up in Neverland where biological time stood still, thus keeping him alive and also keeping him from aging.

We’d allied with Arthur and his Neverland friends—Peter Pan and the Lost Boys and Girls—and I had sworn The Pentecostal Oath to the king so I could receive the blessing from the Boar’s Mouth in Camelot. Alex, meanwhile, had sworn The Oath to the person who had taken Camelot’s throne in Arthur’s place—only to learn he couldn’t receive the blessing because the Boar’s Mouth sensed Arthur, the true king of Camelot, still lived.

Now my brother, Mauvrey, Arian, and a buttload of their antagonist henchman intended to track down Arthur and force him to complete the pledge of The Pentecostal Oath with my brother. If the antagonists succeeded with this endeavor, Alex and I would both be eligible to get blessed by the Boar’s Mouth.

This made my status to Arian and the antagonists more complicated.

While Alex and I had become opposites in a lot of ways, we were equals in terms of our chances at being the Knight of the prophecy. And since there was no guarantee that pledging The Oath would make the Boar’s Mouth bless us, Arian and company weren’t presently interested in killing me. They wanted to save me until Alex fulfilled all the requirements of the prophecy (the pledge and the blessing). In the meantime, I was their spare Knight in case he didn’t cut it. Which meant Arthur was not the only one who needed to evade their capture. One wrong move and he and I would both become pawns in the antagonists’ vicious game.

It was a dangerous, precarious situation to say the least. However, while I was wary about the immediate future, I was honestly not as intimidated as I once might’ve been. The antagonists were a fearsome group—cruel, cunning, and ruthless. That worked to their advantage. Nevertheless, they had a bad habit of underestimating me and that was their greatest disadvantage. We’d spent a lot of time together, my enemies and I, and if there was one truth that I carried away from our experiences, it was this:

The only thing better than being feared is being underestimated; because then nobody will see you coming.

I was coming for Excalibur.

If my enemies were smart, they would get out of my way.

ou know what’s annoying? When your enemies don’t attack at a reasonable hour.

It wasn’t even dawn and our camp was under siege. Daniel woke me as the fairies and Lost Boys and Girls jumped into action. I snagged my black backpack before we made a break for the outside.

We’d been in the kids’ belowground sleeping quarters. The only way to the main camp was through elevators in hollowed out tree trunks. We leapt across the bunker’s trampoline floor, hopped into an elevator, and shot up. The seconds seemed like syrup-laden eons. I drew my wand in its sparkly hairpin form from my bra strap and transformed it back to its sleek, silvery state with the command word Lapellius.

At ground level, Daniel and I took half a step out of the elevator before I grabbed him by the jacket and yanked him sideways.

Shield.

My wand transformed just as a flaming cannonball took out the table where we’d eaten dinner. Big, angry sparks and lose embers sprayed from the explosion.

Surrounded by the cover of trees, the Lost Boys and Girls’ hideout was a perfect woodsy camp with lots of open space to run and play. There was a fire pit surrounded by cushions, various obstacle courses, and treehouses overhead that were interconnected with zigzagging rope bridges and framed with strings of lime green lanterns. Now all that perfection was lost in chaos.

The forest was a flurry of fighting and fire. Antagonists were everywhere, laying siege to everything. I had the misfortune of knowing the foes leading the charge. Arian, Alex, and Mauvrey, along with no fewer than thirty henchmen, were engaged in various forms of attack across the forest area. Several henchmen mixed in throughout the space operated portable flaming cannonball launchers.

I was impressed that our enemies had narrowed in on Arthur’s location and found the hideout so quickly, though I wasn’t surprised. Our enemies sucked, but they were tenacious and shrewd. I didn’t know where Arthur was in this pandemonium, but I worried it wouldn’t be long before they located him—and me too. While they’d come here looking for the king, I was very aware they would happily catch and secure me as their spare Knight, so I had to avoid being seen if I could.

Many of our Neverland allies, including Dorothy Gale, had beaten us to the action and were already in full defense mode. The tall twenty-three-year-old protagonist from The Wizard of Oz was working with Tinkerbell and a fleet of fairies to fend off attackers. The fairies swarmed the enemy and blinded them with flashes of colorful light before Dorothy swooped in with a combination of brutal punches and kicks.

Some time ago, Dorothy and the rightful ruler of Oz (Princess Ozma) had been on a mission to Camelot. During their quest, the pair had gotten separated and a horrible monster called the Questor Beast had poisoned Dorothy with one of its venomous fangs. She should have died, but accidentally found her way to Neverland. Now, like Arthur, she would die if she left.

Dorothy and the fairies were doing a good job of kicking butt. The Lost Boys and Girls were also fighting hard and strong. The camp had more than enough weapons to fill an armory and, given that they spent their free time battling Captain Hook and his pirates, the kids had plenty of combat experience. However, these were ruthless, mostly adult antagonists we were dealing with. So as the fight scene unfolded with increased fire, arrows, and aggression, I wondered how long we could keep back the threat.

“Do you know where the others are?” I asked Daniel.

Suddenly muffled shouts came from overhead. Two of Arian’s henchmen dropped out of the trees and landed face down on the ground beside me. Swiftly after, a third figure swung from a branch eight feet above us and landed in a perfect crouched position. Startling blue eyes looked up at me through a frazzle of dark blonde hair.

“Well, there’s Blue,” Daniel said as our friend rushed over to us, stepping on top of the incapacitated soldiers she’d knocked from the trees.

A flash of silvery light nearby encased three tree trunks in ice, three soldiers along with them.

“And there’s SJ,” I commented as our friend raced into the clearing. She was firing portable potions (crystalized, marble-sized potions of her own invention) using her slingshot. She aimed another potion at a couple of attackers encroaching on some smaller Lost Boys. Green slime coated our enemies. Distracted, SJ didn’t notice the soldier behind her with his sword raised.

“SJ!”

She turned in time to see Peter Pan nail her would-be attacker in the head with a flying kick. Peter scooped SJ into the air, flying her over to us.

Let me tell you, if you’ve never seen Peter Pan take out an attacker while wearing pajamas, you haven’t lived. It was awesome.

I loved that kid. The twelve-year-old boy was strong, fast, and quippy. His sassy personality actually matched up pretty well with what I’d always imagined based on the stories I’d read about him. I would just add that he was a lot cleverer than the stories indicated and could be a lot more serious if the situation called for it. He also had a heck of a knack for sword fighting, which he’d acquired from regular training with Arthur.

Peter deposited SJ beside me and I instantly felt better. She and Blue were my best friends and roommates at Lady Agnue’s School for Princesses & Other Female Protagonists. Even with a million things to focus on, ensuring their safety was always one of my top priorities.

“What the frack, you guys!” Peter said, gesturing at the enemy soldiers. “We’ve never had an attack on our home base. Do you know these clowns?”

Another flaming cannonball obliterated a tree to our left. Peter managed to fly out of the way and Daniel and Blue braced themselves in time, but SJ and I were tossed to the ground from the force of the explosion. My backpack, much like her leather one, did little to break the fall.

Ow.

“Unfortunately, we do,” Blue replied, offering me a hand up. “They’re antagonists from Book and they’re here for Arthur, and probably Crisa too.”

A dozen men suddenly charged us. Peter drew his sword, leapt into the air, and flipped over the first three. He landed between the fourth and fifth antagonists in the onslaught. He kicked one, parried the other, and then flipped backward to ram the pommel of his sword into the chin of a sixth.

SJ fired a lightning potion that released a bolt as fierce as her gray eyes. Blue launched into a knife fight with a man wielding a dagger. Meanwhile, Daniel fought alongside Peter with his sword; as the airborne boy hit ’em high, Daniel hit ’em low with his own brand of swift aggression.

I had to say, I was always impressed watching Daniel fight. We’d faced a lot of enemies together, but few had ever rivaled his skill. In fact, I could only think of two swordfighters that might be his equal. And both were fifty feet away—and on the opposite team.

Arian and my brother Alex were making their way through the campsite. The fairies and kids tried to waylay them, but Alex and Arian were too good, smacking fairies aside before they could be blinded and deflecting kid attacks with ease. When the last of our nearby enemies dropped, and before Alex and Arian could spot us, I motioned for my friends to hide behind a jungle gym that had been turned on its side and was partially in flames. As we ducked down, however, in my peripheral vision I saw more attackers closing in. I transformed my shield into a spear. The silvery disc that I was holding instantly compressed and then elongated.

Incoming.

I rammed the blunt end into one soldier’s chest, stabbed the blade end into the leg of a second, and then slammed the staff down on the shoulders of a third.

Blue rushed past me and punched one of two additional soldiers in the face. She then stabbed the first guy in the arm with her trusty hunting knife and hocked his leg out from under him while Peter shot like a comet into the chest of the second soldier and plowed him into a tree.

A few embers from nearby eruptions had caught onto Blue’s faithful cloak, which was as blue as her eyes and namesake. She took a moment to pat it down. Peter’s navy pajama bottoms and dark gray long-sleeves were also singed from the cannon fire and a couple of leaves were stuck in his tousled blond hair.

“Is this because of that Pentecostal Oath thing we were talking about last night?” Peter asked, all of us now taking temporary cover behind the jungle gym.

I nodded. “The Boar’s Mouth must not have recognized the current leader of Camelot as the rightful king. Now our enemies have come for Arthur. I thought we’d have more time before they found him, but they’re too good.”

“And why would they want you?” Peter asked me.

“Because—”

“Hold that thought,” Peter said, looking to the left. Twenty feet away a pair of soldiers had backed a few Lost Girls into a corner.

SJ grabbed a portable potion from the sack attached to her belt and fired with perfect accuracy. The orb squarely hit one antagonist and the lightning strike it produced blasted away the bad guy next to him. For good measure, Blue launched several throwing knives from her belt in their direction. Her belt was charmed to replace the knives as she threw them—a super handy enchantment that basically made her a walking artillery.

In that instant I looked up to see an archer in the trees taking aim at Peter.

Boomerang.

My spear transformed and I hurled the weapon. It smacked the archer in the head with blunt force and knocked him off his perch. The boomerang ricocheted back to my hand as Daniel ducked to evade a javelin that had been flung at him from a distance.

“They want me because I’m their spare Knight,” I said to Peter, talking fast as we crouched for cover behind the jungle gym. “Remember how we told you about the ‘Knight’ of the Great Lights Prophecy? The antagonists want that to be Alex, but they’re not sure the prophecy is about him, so they intend to capture me as a back-up until the Boar’s Mouth gives Alex its blessing.”

“Then we need to get you and Arthur out of here,” Peter said, dodging an arrow.

“Not while the camp is in danger,” I protested.

“I appreciate that, but I know the bigger stuff that’s at stake,” Peter argued. “If the bad guys claim Excalibur, this story is going to have a terrible ending. And anyway, the longer you’re here, the longer the other kids and fairies are in trouble. The danger will leave once you’re gone.”

“Fine, we’ll leave,” Blue said. “But first we need to find Arthur and Jason. I haven’t seen him since the fighting broke out.”

She was right. Where was Jason?

Oh, crud.

I transformed my weapon into an archer’s bow, picked up a fallen arrow, then stood and fired at a charging soldier. It hit him in the ankle, and he toppled over.

“Knight!”

Double crud.

There were only two people who addressed me that way. One was Daniel. The other was Arian. With an intuitive tingle up my spine, I whirled around.

From across the camp, Arian had spotted me. I was filled with fire at the sight of him—his familiar black hair and cruel eyes. The young villain in his twenties had two sides when he dealt with me—a cocky, condescending side where he treated me like a dumb princess, and a cold, merciless side where he treated me like a mortal enemy. I knew from the way he looked at me in that moment that today I was getting the latter.

Thankfully, a squadron of fairies attacked him a split-second later. We needed to disappear while he was distracted.

“Let’s divvy up and look for Jason and Arthur,” I ordered brusquely. “Once we’ve found them, we can meet at the edge of those cliffs where the Lost Boys and Girls taught us to fly yesterday. That’s how we’re going to get out of here.”

“Crisa, you and Jason can’t fly,” Blue said, flinging another knife at an attacker. “Your minds couldn’t host enough joyful thoughts or whatever to remain airborne.”

“Then I’ll secure another means of transportation,” I stated. “Like this.”

I transformed my bow back to a wand, dropped to one knee, and placed my free hand on a stone the size of a carriage wheel.

Come to life. Beat up the soldiers. Show no mercy.

Golden light burst from my hand and encased the rock. A moment later, the rock lifted off the ground and flew toward the nearest group of soldiers. It began to pummel them like a chef tenderizing a tenderloin.

I spun back to my friends. “Peter and Daniel, go find Arthur. Blue and I will find Jason. SJ, help the Lost Boys and Girls until we’ve got everyone. Stay away from Arian and Alex.” I glanced around. There was no sign of my brother. “Wherever he is.”

The others nodded in agreement and we broke apart. Arian was still too distracted to pursue me, and I counted that as a blessing. Blue and I made for the perimeter of trees and plunged into the forest in search of our friend. Worried thoughts assailed my mind as we searched for him.

Thanks to my Pure Magic Disease, I’d had a vision of the future that Jason was going to die sacrificing himself for Blue. My vision had shown it occurring next to a river during the day, so I knew that this fate was not going to play out here. But the only way to break a prophecy was if the subject died prematurely, so Jason’s safety tonight was not ensured. There were so many enemies brooding in these woods, anything was possible. The image of my close friend getting stabbed with a spear as he stepped in front of Blue was hard to push away.

“Crisa.”

Blue’s voice drew me back to the present, and I came to a stop beside her. She pointed ahead at a clearing, where I spotted my old classmate and foe Mauvrey. She fought against three Lost Boys. A couple of them were in their teens, and each of them had a weapon—a sword, a sturdy hammer, and a large club. They were no match for her.

Mauvrey was wielding a pair of weapons that looked like bronze fingerless gloves. I knew from personal experience that they packed a punch. With her use of those unorthodox accessories, the fight wouldn’t last ten seconds. Blue and I didn’t have time to intervene, but we sprinted toward the clearing anyway, watching the fight unfold before us.

Mauvrey shot out her right hand. A pair of thin, shimmering wires emerged from her glove. They wrapped around the wrist of one Lost Boy like dual whips. She closed her fingers over her palm twice then yanked her arm back. The wires reeled in like a super-speed fishing line and Mauvrey nailed the boy in the face with a brutal punch from her other hand.

The whips released the boy and snapped back to starting position. He swung his fist, but Mauvrey ducked and bobbed around his side. She elbowed him in the spine and kicked out his knee. The kid went down and she whirled around to meet the other two boys charging at her.

The princess extended both hands and each of her metallic gloves fired a set of whips. They ensnared the boys’ waists and Mauvrey pulled her arms apart, flinging the boys in opposite directions. They smashed into trees. Mauvrey unclenched her fists and crossed her pointer and middle fingers. In response, a charge of cackling energy surged down each set of whips and electrocuted the boys.

They shouted before the charge knocked them out. Again, Mauvrey closed her fingers around her palms twice and the wires reeled in with a rapid snap. Blue and I dashed into the clearing just as the first boy who’d attacked Mauvrey tried to get up, and she spun around and punched him in the head.

“Ladies,” Mauvrey said with a wicked smile, turning to face us as the boy collapsed to the ground. She wore a purple leather jacket that matched her spiky-heeled ankle boots. With certainty in her eyes and confidence in her gait, she took a few steps toward us.

“Blue, go find Jason,” I said.

“You sure?” Blue asked, glancing with concern at Mauvrey then back at me.

“Yes.”

Blue nodded and took off. My fingers tightened around my wand.

“I was hoping we would find you here,” Mauvrey said. “You have a talent for showing up when conflict breaks out. How fortunate that we will be able to secure you and Arthur in one siege.”

“Like you even have a shot,” I replied. “You and your people have been coming at me for months—unsuccessfully.”

Mauvrey glanced up at the orange hue of the sky and the smoke drifting from the main battle. “Then maybe we just need to turn up the heat. Who knows, perhaps if we kill enough people and unleash enough destruction, you will come willingly.”

I gulped and took in the fiery haze for myself. The antagonists may have been here for Arthur, but they’d gladly tear this place apart for me now that they knew I was within grasp.

Mauvrey made a tsk tsk sound and shook her head like she was disappointed.

“You know, Crisa, I pity your life choices. You could have avoided all the impending danger and death if you had stayed put in that coffin I sealed you in back in Midveil. By the way, I have been wondering, how did you beat the Poppy Potion I placed you under? That sleeping spell should have knocked you out for a full day.”

“Poppy Potions don’t work on me, Mauvrey,” I replied bitterly, remembering her attacking me in my own home.

“Probably a side effect of your magic,” Mauvrey mused, then shrugged as we started to circle each other. “Life, right? You must be getting powerful enough for the ability to expand in other ways.”

I frowned. I genuinely hadn’t thought about it. I knew I was getting more powerful, but I hadn’t linked that to my weird Poppy immunity. It made sense though. My ability was generating life, and Poppies put people to sleep by means of draining life energy. My body must’ve been accessing my magic without my command when I came into contact with the toxic flowers. I guess I hadn’t fully considered this possibility until now because I’d never tried to use my powers of life on myself. I didn’t know that I could.

“Must be tempting to hold such power,” Mauvrey continued. I eyed her bronze gloves, and the other weapons attached to her belt—a dagger within a sheath and a miniature crossbow with two arrows.

“Are you going to try and use that power on me?” she asked.

“I don’t need magic to beat you, Mauvrey.”

Mauvrey’s cruel grin returned. “I was hoping you would say that.”

She shot out her right hand.

Shield.

The whips from her glove bounced off my weapon as I raced at her. She closed her fingers twice, making the wires snap back. When I was four feet away, she extended her other hand. The whips came out. I ducked and rolled—Wand—landing to my feet on her other side.

Shield.

Again, I blocked a pair of wires headed for my chest, but I was unable to avoid the second set aimed at my legs. The whips snatched my ankle and Mauvrey yanked forcefully, pulling me off my feet.

My shoulders slammed into the dirt. I looked up and flung my shield at Mauvrey discus-style. It knocked her in the chest. She staggered back and her whips released their hold on me. I leapt up and grabbed the shield.

Spear.

I lunged, but Mauvrey sidestepped, spun, and evaded my strike. As she turned, she clapped her hands together. When she came out of the turn, her gloves were surging with electricity and she grabbed my spear with both hands. The staff acted like a lightning rod and the energy blasted me back. I let go of the weapon and was knocked against a tree. Mauvrey fired her mini dual-arrowed crossbow. It released two arrows attached together by a small wire. The wire caught my left wrist and pinned me down as the arrows plunged deep into the tree trunk.

I was still recovering from the electric shock and couldn’t react quick enough. Mauvrey fired a second shot, which captured my other wrist before I could move. Then the princess was in front of me with a dagger in hand.

I glared at her. “Go ahead. I dare you.”

Mauvrey smirked. “Not afraid of dying, Crisa?”

“Not afraid of you, Mauvrey. Besides, today is not the day for me to die. I know you need me as a fallback for the Great Lights Prophecy.”

Mauvrey crossed her arms, grudgingly impressed that I was aware of their play. “You are just lucky the Boar’s Mouth did not respond when Alex tested it. If The Oath he pledged to the current king of Camelot, King Rampart, had been accepted, you would be finished right now. Once your brother pledges The Oath to Arthur and gets the statue’s blessing all bets will be off and I will kill you in the most painful way possible.”

“You have no chance, Mauvrey. You’ll never capture Arthur,” I replied, struggling against my restraints. “You may have the numbers, but Arthur once ruled an empire. You really think you can beat him?”

“We can together,” a familiar voice answered. “And we’re not leaving until we do.”

I turned my head to see my brother walk into the clearing to join Mauvrey. The pair of them stood not three feet from where I was pinned. Alex was four years older than me, built like a hero, and taller than Mauvrey by a good five inches. I didn’t like how well they paired together—the blond hair, the blue eyes, the confidence.

It was weird. When I looked at Mauvrey, I felt spite and craved vengeance. When I looked at Arian, I felt hatred and intimidation. But when I looked at Alex, it was a mix of all four sentiments with the very distinct addition of sadness.

He’d betrayed my family, our kingdom, and everything that being a protagonist stood for. I wasn’t sure if I could ever completely erase the love I once held for him, but at this point it was so frozen over that its frost would have inspired the snow queen to put on a jacket.

Alex studied me. His face was hard, his expression steely, but his eyes held a tinge of remorse. Mauvrey may not have seen it, but I did. He and I were too close; I could read him like a book. He may have fully committed to the antagonist role, but old habits died hard.

“You didn’t hurt her, did you?” he asked Mauvrey, confirming my suspicions that a small part of him still wanted to protect me. This sentiment made me even more irate; after selling out our family to the antagonists and commons rebellion, and half destroying our castle, he had no right to pretend I still meant anything to him.

“Of course not,” Mauvrey responded. “But she knows about the Boar’s Mouth and the Great Lights Prophecy.”

“I would expect as much,” he responded. He pivoted back toward me. “Since we still don’t know which of us is going to qualify as the Knight of the prophecy, you’re going to have to come with us as a prisoner. I’m sorry about this.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Well, I’m not sorry about this.”

My pinned hands burst with light as I summoned my magic, retaining my focus and reining in my emotions like Liza had instructed. Such control was difficult around Alex and Mauvrey. My feelings toward them were vindictive and strong, and using my powers under such emotional influence tempted the dark, corruptible nature of my Pure Magic Disease. But I could control my rage much better now. Defeating Alex and Mauvrey may have been personal, but it was also business. And that was what I focused on.

As my hands ignited with their golden flare, I concentrated on the trees closest to Mauvrey and Alex. I wanted them to come to life and swat my enemies away like irritating insects. But almost immediately after the magical aura sparked around my fingers, a horrifying pain shot up my arms.

I winced. It was like someone had jabbed butter knives in my biceps and forks in my fists. My magic glow faded. When it did, so did the pain.

Mauvrey smirked. “You are familiar with Stiltdegarths, are you not?” she asked. “Marvelous creatures. The Fairy Godmothers use their magic-reversing properties to remove powers from people. However, the blood of a Stiltdegarth works as a great agent for cancelling out magic. It is one of only three substances known to have that effect. Avalonian glass is quite rare. And Jacobee stone is hard to cut, so it is best for bigger projects like constructing prisons. Given your abilities, Arian cleverly had all our weapons forged in Stiltdegarth blood, including the wiring of my dual crossbow.”

I strained against the arrows and wire pinning me down.

“It does not matter how powerful you are,” Mauvrey continued, moving closer to me. “You will never be able to summon enough strength to use your magic when restrained by something forged in Stiltdegarth blood. The pain will be too great and your instinct will stop you every time.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the bushes surrounding the clearing and a flash of a powder blue cape.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll said it again, Mauvrey,” I responded confidently. “I don’t need magic to beat you.”

“You are trapped, Crisa,” Mauvrey said, rolling her eyes. “What, you have another wand up your sleeve?”

“No, I have something better. Friends.”

Mauvrey and Alex whipped their heads around to see Blue, Jason, and SJ emerge from the forest. The instant they did, I used my restraints to leverage my weight and launch both feet into the air, roughly kicking Mauvrey in the chest. She stumbled backward.

SJ fired a silver portable potion. The orb exploded at Mauvrey’s feet, encasing her in a block of ice.

Alex managed to jump out of the way, but Blue and Jason did not skip a beat. Blue threw a knife, which Alex ducked. My brother drew his sword in time to block a blow by Jason’s axe. SJ fired a lightning potion. Alex dove under Jason’s swing and avoided the bolt. She fired again and he rolled out of the way, somehow managing to block, parry, and kick Jason. Our heroic, long-time friend from Lord Channing’s School for Princes & Other Young Heroes continued to spar with my brother as SJ launched potions at him.

“Need some help?” Blue asked, appearing by my side.

“Yes, please. My magic doesn’t work on these things.” I nodded at the restraints holding me down.

“Lucky for me, my kind of magic is much more powerful.”

“What kind of magic is that?”

Blue raised her trusty hunting knife. “The magic of brute force.”

My friend wedged the sharp blade of her knife between my wrist and the wire. She braced one boot against the tree and yanked. The knife sliced through the restraint.

Blue freed my other wrist as another lightning bolt erupted. Alex didn’t move out of the way in time for this one and he dropped to the ground. Jason rushed in. He twisted Alex’s arm behind his back and slammed one knee into my brother’s spine to hold him down.

I stood in front of Alex. My brother met my gaze with an expression filled with nothing short of will and fire. I was familiar with that look. Good and evil aside, defiance was one thing we’d always had in common.

Blue retrieved my spear and handed it to me. I returned it to wand form.

“Crisa, what do you want us to do with him?” Jason asked.

I felt coldness in my heart—the iciness that came when faced with someone you used to love, but who’d hurt you too much to ever be forgiven.

Alex was working with the antagonists. Alex had betrayed my parents. Alex had attacked our home. Alex was dating Mauvrey. Alex was my enemy.

“Let him go,” I said, the words escaping my lips before I thought better of them.

In spite of what he was and what he’d done, one thing surpassed everything else: Alex was my brother.

Jason thrust Alex against the dirt and stepped back, joining Blue and me.

“Seriously? You’re just going to set him free?” Blue asked.

“Not quite.” I gestured at the fourth member of our group. “SJ …”

My friend drew back her slingshot. Before Alex could get to his feet, a silver portable potion exploded in front of him and encased him in his own block of ice.

“Well, that’s appropriate,” Blue said as she gazed at the two chunks of frost. “An ice king for our school’s former ice queen.”

It was funny. But I didn’t laugh. I didn’t feel like laughing.

“Come on,” SJ said. “We must go. There are still many soldiers, and let us not forget Arian.”

Like I could ever forget Arian.

With one last glance at my brother—preserved like a handsome fossil for the time being—I turned and followed my friends through the woods. As we ran, Blue tilted her head in my direction.

“We probably should’ve killed them. It would’ve been smarter,” she said.

The words caught me so off guard that I tripped over a tree root. I picked up my pace to make up for the falter and studied my friend. Her eyes were full of pensive darkness.

“That’s my brother, Blue.”

“That’s our enemy, Crisa,” she said. “And villains like them don’t stay down. As long as they’re out there they’ll keep trying to kill us.” She gestured at herself, SJ, and Jason. “When you’re no longer useful, your brother will probably try to kill you too.”

My stomach knotted as my friend’s words sunk in.

A small part of me wondered if she was right. Arian, Mauvrey, Alex, and the countless other villains we’d encountered were relentless. It didn’t matter how often we beat them or escaped their clutches; they kept regrouping and attacking with greater force. It was what bad guys did. So was Blue’s assertion correct? Was it unwise to leave our enemies alive if they were just going to keep coming after us? Had I been wrong to let my relationship with Alex get in the way of my rational judgment?

I shook my head at such dark thoughts. I didn’t know if Blue was right. But I also didn’t know if I had what it took to kill someone, let alone my own brother.

e were the first to arrive at the cliff where we’d arranged to meet the others. It overlooked a massive span of Neverland’s forest, the ocean a thick line of gray in the distance. Dawn was breaking, but my resolve was getting stronger.

As my three friends and I anxiously waited for the rest of our group, I pulled up the display on my Hole Tracker—the magic watch given to me by a White Rabbit named Harry. It was designed to display and lead the way to oncoming wormholes. Wormholes were dimensional tears that created portals from one enchanted realm to the next. The Hole Tracker projected a glowing, holographic map of Neverland. I spotted the desired wormhole, marked by a small, silver swirl of light. This was the way out of Neverland we’d been planning on taking today. It would open in two and a half hours.

Here’s to an early start to the day.

Daniel emerged from the trees with Arthur and Peter right behind him. It was surprising to me how much the latter two looked alike. Arthur was in his mid thirties, extremely ripped, and had a much sharper jawline. But he had the same blond hair, thick brows, and blue eyes as Peter, and similar facial expressions too.

“Where are the fairies?” SJ asked when they reached us. “We need their fairy dust to fly.”

“They’re still defending the kids and the camp,” Peter said. “You’ll need another way to get out of here.”

“I’ve got one,” I said. I knelt, placed my hand on the ground, and concentrated. In response, the edge of the cliff we were standing on broke free and floated upward. Most of my friends wobbled a tad, but everyone recovered their balance swiftly.

“Are we making a run straight at the wormhole?” Jason asked.

“I don’t think this means of transportation will get us very far,” I responded. “We just need to get away from here. We’ll worry about reaching the wormhole once we’re clear of the camp.”

“Hopefully once those guys realize you’re gone, they’ll stop attacking,” Peter said, flying away from the levitating rock.

“Wait, kid, you’re not coming with us?” Arthur asked.

“The Lost Boys and Girls and fairies are my friends. I have to defend them.”

Guilt and worry overpowered me. Those kids and fairies, as well as Dorothy and Peter, were my friends too. “We’ll stay then. Help you finish what we started,” I said. My magic glowed brighter as I began to lower us down.

“No. You can’t save everyone, Crisa,” Peter said. “That’s not your responsibility. You have a bigger mission. You need to pick your battles.”

“He’s right,” Blue said. “We need to beat Alex and Arian to Excalibur. The wormhole to Camelot opens in a couple of hours and we can’t miss it.”

Every part of my instinct told me to stay and fight. It was completely opposite my nature to leave anyone behind. At the same time, our plan to leave was the best way to get the antagonists to abandon their assault on the camp.

“Fine,” I said begrudgingly.

I started to move our chunk of terrain again, but Arthur suddenly jumped off. He landed on the cliff and rolled to his feet. He may have been a full-grown adult, but the former king of Camelot had all the athleticism of a young hero in his prime.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked.

“What the kid said.” Arthur pulled a sword from a sheath on his back and gestured to Peter, his dusty blond hair catching the light of the sun appearing on the horizon. “Picking my battles. This place has been my home for seven years. I am not abandoning Peter or any of those children either. I’ll be fine. You five go.”

“How can you tell us to leave when you’re going to stay? The antagonists are looking for you,” I argued. “If they capture you, they’re going to force you to complete the pledge of The Pentecostal Oath with Alex, which will put him one step closer to being able to claim Excalibur. You staying here completely defeats the purpose of us—”

“Crisa,” Arthur interrupted. “No more arguing. I can stop these antagonists—with or without Excalibur. You have no idea what I’m capable of. And right now, you need to get a lead on them. If they see me, they won’t leave, and that will buy you a head start to Camelot.”

“But—”

“Crisa, do as I say. Go.”

I didn’t usually follow orders. One, I didn’t like them. And two … well, actually it was just the one reason. But Arthur projected more authority than anyone I’d ever known. Between that and the trust and respect I had for him, I nodded.

Arthur pointed his sword toward the swell of forest below. “Get to Camelot’s citadel. In the castle, you’ll find the Boar’s Mouth statue. The rest is up to you.”

I was about to direct our piece of cliff to take us away, but then I split my magic focus like I’d been practicing and directed additional power into a few nearby trees. My forehead crinkled from the strain. Telepathic magic took a lot of my strength, but I was able to do it.

Four trees glowed and sprung to life. Using their roots like feet, they took off into the forest to defend the camp.

Arthur gave me a look.

“What? I’m not allowed to pick more than one battle?” I said.

The king smiled and shook his head in a way that reminded me of how my mother reacted when I was being stubborn. “You can’t help it, can you?”

“Nope.” I turned to SJ. “Quick. Give them a Mark Two.”

My friend swung the backpack off her shoulders and dug out one of our spare Mark Two magic compact mirrors. These nifty communication devices ran on the same kind of magic that Beauty & The Beast’s famous magic mirror did. They allowed you to contact anyone by speaking their name into the small looking glass within each compact.

We’d found a stall pre-selling them when we were in the Emerald City so each of my friends had bought one, and we’d purchased a couple of extras just in case. We had already gifted a Mark Two to Dorothy. This was a good use of the other.

“Just say one of our names and it will connect you to us,” SJ said, tossing Peter the Mark Two. “If it buzzes, answer.” Peter nodded.

I took a final look at our two new friends. “I’ll bring Excalibur back to you,” I said to Arthur. “I promise.”

With that, I knelt down to touch the stone and released a fresh charge of magic with my commands. Like a falling star we sped from the cliff ’s edge. The promise I’d made to Arthur glowed inside of me with as much ardency as my magic aura around the slice of terrain we rode away like a magic carpet.

I didn’t know for certain that I was the Knight of the prophecy, but I believed it in the same way as when you’re little and you believe everything in life will be okay. It was a feeling rooted in optimism and heart.

I had to keep this promise to Arthur. Although I felt like his role in this immediate story was done and it might be some time before we all saw each other again, I knew his character’s impact on our journey would resonate in the hard days to come. We were about to enter the world he left behind. We were headed for Camelot.

I realized our magical ride was speeding up. I was losing control as my emotions flared. My friends and I crouched to keep from being thrown off. When we neared the tops of trees at the bottom of the canyon, I focused as best I could and ordered the slice of terrain to slow down. We needed to land; the strain of controlling this big chunk of earth was pulling at me and I didn’t think I could keep going. Using telepathic magic on those trees had drained me a bit, and I still felt somewhat woozy from getting shocked by Mauvrey’s electric gloves.

I spotted an opening in the trees. It barely seemed wide enough for us to land, but it did the job. Following a bit of turbulence, we hit the ground roughly. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

My hands stopped glowing and I wavered, feeling a little faint. It’d been a couple of days since I’d used my magic. Although my Pure Magic was powerful, I could only expel so much at once. If I pushed myself too hard, one of two things would happen: I’d run out of power and wouldn’t be able to use it for twenty-four hours (Magic Exhaustion) or I’d use more than I could handle and would die (Magic Burn Out).

Ah, Pure Magic. Your caveats know no bounds.

We dismounted our rocky ride and took a moment to compose ourselves in the silent enclosure of dawn-drenched trees. My friends were also adjusting to solid ground, so they didn’t notice how wobbly I was. Well, except for Daniel.

“You tapped out?” Daniel asked.

I glanced at him, startled. Then my eyes darted to my hands. They were trembling. I held up my right hand and focused. Golden light sparked off my fingertips.

“No,” I answered. “Just tired.”

I extinguished the glow. The magic needed time to rest. I huffed. It was sad how something that made me so incredibly powerful also made me so ridiculously vulnerable. Pure Magic came with so many rules, and Liza kept adding to the list:

• Don’t power magic with emotion; the results might be stronger, but you could lose control.

• Don’t use too much magic too often; you could exhaust yourself beyond repair.

• Don’t reverse your abilities and take life away from things; it’s a bad road to go down.

That last rule was the newest one. Originally Liza had stated that I couldn’t reverse my abilities and take life. Out of curiosity I’d tried on an enchanted piece of wood and been successful. When I told Liza, she divulged that the reason she hadn’t wanted me to do this wasn’t because I couldn’t do it, but because it increased my risk for turning dark.

When carriers of Pure Magic Disease used their powers to inflict mortal harm, the dark and corrosive nature of Pure Magic took a greater hold on them. The more power utilized this way, the stronger that hold became. It was crossing a line—a Malice Line, as it was called. And whenever you crossed it, the control you had over your Pure Magic was weakened, giving your Pure Magic a chance to control you instead.

Although I hadn’t meant to inflict harm when I’d deactivated that piece of wood, I had crossed the Malice Line. I had the power to give life, after all. And by definition, reversing that power meant that I would be taking life away. Which, to quote Liza, was “one of the darkest actions a person can take, and a form of power that no one should have.”

Taking life from that piece of wood alone wasn’t going to make me wicked. But if I continued to cross the Malice Line, my already-low odds of avoiding the awful fate of Pure Magic Disease would decrease even more.

In a way, I was glad to know this. I hadn’t put much thought into the philosophical and moral perspective when I’d taken life from that piece of wood, but I needed to be aware of the implications of using my powers just like I needed to be aware of everything I could do. I mean, I hadn’t known that I could take life until a few days ago. That was important information. What if I could extend my abilities to other situations too, but in good ways like …

My eyes fell upon Jason.

That’s when a brilliant, amazing idea sparked inside me.

Mauvrey’s words about my life energy allowing me to overcome Poppies swirled in my head. Where exactly did my powers end? Could I use my magic on myself? Could I use it on other people? Like Jason?

My idea solidified like a sword forged in magma and left to cool. The notion was the perfect combination of beautiful and absurdly farfetched. I’d had a vision that my friend was going to die, but if I could become more powerful—powerful enough to extend my abilities to not only give life to inanimate things, but also restore life to people—then maybe I could save him!

“Knight,” Daniel asked, completely unaware of my revelation. “What’s our status? When is the next wormhole?”

“I, uh, I checked at the cliff,” I said. “The next wormhole opens at 8:30 a.m., about two and a half hours from now.”

“Let’s get moving then,” Jason said, jumping off the rock and onto solid ground.

I stared at him, still focused on my idea. I wanted to tell him but thought better of it. For one, we weren’t alone and the rest of our friends didn’t know about his imminent death. And two, until I could be certain that I could restore life, I shouldn’t say anything that might get his hopes up. It would be wrong and it would be cruel.

“SJ, can you get out the Neverland map?” Jason asked.

SJ reached into her potions sack. The small thing didn’t just hold her portable ammo. There was an enchantment on the bag that worked like a small wormhole, allowing her to retrieve anything if she knew its exact location and could fit it through the bag’s opening. For example, hidden in our room back at school she had prepared an innumerable number of portable potions, which she was drawing from as we went along. Also hidden in our room were the maps of the Wonderlands we’d constructed before leaving Book.

Our realm may have been a Wonderland (one of fourteen magical realms in existence), but it didn’t exactly sell maps of the other thirteen realms at the mall. So, since my Hole Tracker only displayed vague, general maps, my friends and I had done crazy intense research prior to leaving Book to create our own maps of the Wonderlands that we knew about.