"So I should start from the beginning."
But where was the beginning? Looking for the answer, Charlie searched the cobblestones beneath her feet as she headed away from the Outback towards the river. Tareth remained a steadying force at her side. He had always been a steadying force. She could see that now even if it still couldn't be admitted to him or to her friends. All of her greatest melt downs had happened when he had stepped away. But not now. Now she was strong enough to be an equal partner.
"When Ruke delivered Zach to my door four years ago I didn't understand the full implications of it. Shortly after I noticed that there was a man following Z. When I confronted him, I noticed a brand on his arm. The Triquetra. But unlike the holy symbol, this one had letters within the loops. Three — Z, Z, L. I didn't know the meaning of it but Arane knew it to be the marking of the Order of the Triquetra — a small, secretive ancient order of monks. The monks had taken an interest in the education of her son, the future king of Talsiny, Zen."
Her eyes lifted to the row of street lanterns that lined the path towards the Inn, its underground basement Arena, and the Outback. It was no wonder the complex remained at the heart of RhyDin society. It was the hub from which every other economic, political, societal spoke sprouted. The quiet clomp of Tareth's bootfalls was reassuring and after a breath, she pressed onward.
"I went to the Abbot of the Holy Order of the Triquetra. They were created four centuries ago to protect the prophecy of Saint Paschal Baylon. His prophecy was considered so important that it couldn't even be entrusted to one entity. Therefore, it was separated into three parts. The monks held one of these. Another went to a secret magical society called the Light. And the third went to a private entity and was believed to have been lost to time. The prophecy stated that the world shall be protected from a great evil by a trio — the Triquetra. According to the portion of the prophecy that the monks had, the time is near. The Triquetra has been born into this world as has this....great evil."
Her path ground to a halt beneath the orange glow of one of the lamps. The leather jacket was shrugged out of and handed to Tareth before she turned her forearm over to reveal the three and a half year old brand on her own inner arm. The Triquetra with those three letters — Z, Z, L — unmistakeable in the interior loops. He'd seen it before. He'd touched it before. They never had shied from the scars on each others' bodies. He'd never asked and she'd never told the story behind it. That's not how they had worked. But then maybe they had never really worked. Maybe the only way to see if there was a path forward was to address what lay hidden.
"They were trying to identify the Three so they could protect them and try to prepare them for what was to come. He told me that this 'Z' represented the King of Talsiny — Zen. Their potion of the prophecy made that clear. And they were following Zach because they thought that he might have known where the second portion of the prophecy was since his mother was the last member of the Light. I went back to Zach and his mother's cottage to see if I could find anything. There was....someone waiting for me there. Cole Kelly."
Cole Kelly. Cole Kelly. The name tumbled out of her mouth unwillingly. She'd never said it in front of anyone but PJ and Tareth. Before even the afternoon three and a half years ago they fought in the cottage over the prophecy. The nightmares had started just over five years ago now. After the torture when he was looking for her nephew, Gavin and PJ's son. Cole's name still twisted her stomach in anxious fear whenever it popped up in her head. Her hand tightened up into a fist as it dropped to her side. There was a hesitation in the conversation before she nodded for Tareth to lead on. Lead on to the buildings he was to show her. Lead on to their future. Maybe if they were moving forward what was in the past wouldn't still be so scary. When he began forward and she followed, she found her voice again but not details came on what happened between her and Cole in that cottage.
"I found the second prophecy in the cottage and it actually listed Zach — Zacharie Torry — as the second member of the Triquetra and me as part of the coalition that would assist in keeping them safe and training them for what was to come. I got the brand then."
She left her jacket in Tareth's possession even though she couldn't quite figure out to do with her hands. They always rested so naturally in her pockets, particularly when she was nervous. But she was all about facing what was uncomfortable now. For too long she'd lived in her box, protecting herself from the world. If she wanted to find a place for Tareth in her life, she would have to face the idea of letting him into that life. This is where it had to start. He had to know the path that had led her here.
"Last year I found out that the third prophecy might be in the Liberated Republic of Grannis in the hands of a private citizen. My contact was reliable and wanted a lot of money. I liquidated everything. I sold Tabula Rasa. I sold everything. I sent Z to live with an aunt. The monks are handling his schooling and his aunt is tutoring him in his....well, more supernatural talents. But when I got to Grannis I found out it was a set-up. The money was taken. I was arrested and sent to a specialized institution called the Hollymeade Prison and Reprogramming Center. They took their most violent offenders and used a combination of drugs and a neural device to make them more willing to obey commands and, if the the prisoner attempted to rebel, they would use the neural device to stimulate an intense blast of pain."
The fight to find something to do with her hands finally came to a close as her arms crossed over her chest. Still, she didn't let her eyes slip his way. Her strides fell at a natural rhythm, slightly quicker than his to make up for his longer legs, but by no means fast paced. Although, the conversation was unwanted and uncomfortable, her mind ran a little bit smoother when he was at her side. As long as he wasn't touching her, of course. Or looked at her in a certain way or said her name or smiled her way. When those things happened, her brain activity would spike in unpredictable ways, the slow thumping of her heart would increase dramatically, and the rise and fall of her chest would get shallower. She would have found the whole thing entirely annoying if she could have.
"Eleanor found out enough information to know where I was and was waiting for you to get back into town but I guess Koy was starting to get suspicious. She knew Alain and I had worked together....somewhat. She thought he could help. He's a baron of a small country and decided breaking a prisoner out wouldn't be a diplomatic move so he purchased me as a weapon. It was costly. And that is why I owe Alain DeMuer a small fortune. His doctors and Ruke's ran some tests but the device would be too dangerous to remove because of how it's wrapped around the base of my brain. It's been deactivated but it's still up there in my head."
"I have an idea about where to go from here." But by the finality in her tone, it didn't seem it was an idea she was interested in talking about tonight. One day soon. She owed Tareth the truth. The full truth. Just not all in one night. She wasn't capable of it. "But I have to get up the courage to do it. I don't think I'm far now, though."