Clockwork Twist : Waking by Emily Thompson

Author:Emily Thompson [Thompson, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-14T08:00:00+00:00

Not ten minutes later, Twist chided himself sternly for saying something so final. The mist thickened to such an extreme that it was difficult to see more than an arm's length away, and a strange, shifting wind picked up only to confuse them more. The crew of the Vimana drew back the ship's sails, fearful that they could be damaged in this bizarre weather. Arabel came to take Jonas, Aazzi, and Twist back to the ship, but Twist refused to leave Myra for an instant.

“Aazzi and Jonas are the only ones who can see in this mist,” Arabel persisted. “If one of them wants to stay, then fine. But what can you do by staying? It'll be much safer on the ship.”

“I'm not leaving her alone,” Twist said flatly.

“You're insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Arabel snapped at him. “You said yourself, she's asleep. Trust me, no one can even move in this mist. No one will be able to bother her at all until it clears.”

“Ara,” Jonas said, his tone calming.

“What?” Arabel snapped at Jonas. “Am I wrong? Or are you just siding with him for the sake of it?” Twist's attention drifted for a moment onto the mist that was creeping in through the broken windows.

“That's hardly fair,” Jonas said instantly. Twist couldn’t identify the cause, but the mist and the wind seemed wrong, somehow. It was as if they didn't belong.

“Stop it, you two.” Aazzi said with a heavy breath. “I'll stay with the puppet, and Twist can go with you.”

The mist seeped close enough to prick at Twist's skin. In an instant, his Sight flew through the mist at enormous speed: through the windows, past the palace, across the gullies, around a mountain top, onto the deck of another airship, and right up to a man with pure white skin, full golden eyes with no whites in them, and glowing tattoos across his face and bare scalp. The man's face took on a surprised expression and he muttered something in a language that sounded ancient and savage to Twist. In response, the wind picked up to a much stronger gale.

Twist forced his eyes closed in his vision and he reached out for Jonas, pulling himself back. He shot to his feet—a little too quickly, making him teeter—and shook his head to clear away the vision. The mist still stung at him, but he wrapped the warm sensation of Jonas's presence around his mind until he couldn't see it any more. The vision in the mist danced chaotically before him, but he managed not to look.

“What is it?” Jonas was asking.

“The mist,” Twist said, struggling to hold the thought long enough to voice it, with all that his attention was busy doing, “it's not real. A man is making it.”

“What?” Arabel asked. “How can that—“

“Twist,” Aazzi said sharply, cutting her off. “Did you see this man?”

Twist nodded. The effort it took to keep the vision at bay was staggering to him, but the affect was growing stronger. The vision felt like it was drifting farther away.

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