Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:45:38 GMT -5
Chapter Thirteen – Telling Dad
Shelves filled with tools lined the walls of the Matthews-Mitchell garage. A car was parked in the middle of the garage with legs sticking out from under the right side of the hood. Leo Wyatt stood to the left of the car. He hair was a mess and there was oil splattered on his clothes and skin.
Wyatt orbed in next to his dad. “Hi, Dad.”
The head connected to the legs, both belonging to Wyatt and Chris’s cousin, Henry Wallace Mitchell, Jr., better known as Hank, popped up and his the hood. “Ow!”
Chris orbed in next to Hank, unnoticed by his cousin.
Hank pulled away from the car, rubbing his head. “Mind not just orbing in and startling a guy.”
Chris grinned. “Sure thing, cuz.”
Hank sprung around, not having heard Chris enter. “And what’s with the sneaking up?”
Chris chuckled. “It’s called orbing, Hank, not sneaking.”
Hank shrugged. “Whatever. I was under the impression that you could no longer do it.”
“We found something in the park that gave it back, at least temporarily,” Chris informed him.
“Something?” Leo asked, pulling his sons’ attention to him.
“Yeah,” Wyatt affirmed. “Some sort of disturbance field. I think the girl called it anti-orb zone.”
Leo looked at Wyatt concerned. “I think I’ve heard of those. A group of Ancients created one and it nearly killed a whitelighter who orbed into it.”
Ancients? Is that some weird word for elders? Chris frowned at his words. “I thought only a darklighter’s arrow could kill a whitelighter.”
“I said nearly killed,” Leo reminded him. “The fall would have incapacitated any immortal and killed any mortal. The whitelighter never regained his ability to orb. Are you saying the thing works in reverse as well?”
“I guess,” Chris agreed, not sure what else it could mean. “We were under attack while assisting two witches. I guess I panic orbed myself and one of the witches.”
“We tried marking it later after we had left it,” Wyatt added, “except my orbing quit working while I was in it. While we were trying to figure out what to do next, a couple of people showed up.”
“Were they dangerous?” Hank interrupted to ask.
“I haven’t a clue,” Wyatt admitted. “They knew something though.”
“Were they magical?” Leo asked, concerned about unknown individuals involved. It was disconcerting to not know if they were good or bad.
“I think so,” Chris decided remembering some of the things the girl had said. “She knew I was half elder, and she’s the one who called it an anti-orb zone.”
“She could see the zone,” Wyatt added, not to be outdone. “I’d say that’s magical.” Seeing as we couldn’t see it.
“But that’s impossible,” Leo protested. “No one can see an anti-orb zone.
Wyatt and Chris looked at each other. Wyatt shrugged. “I don’t care if it’s impossible. She could see it.”
Leo sighed, knowing that he couldn’t convince them and wondering if maybe they weren’t right, but who could see an anti-orb zone? “And the person with her?”
The quiet one who only spoke a little and only to her? Chris thought, reflecting on the difference between the two people. “He had absolute trust in her.”
“What do you mean by that?” Leo wanted to know.
“She told him to freeze,” Chris replied, remembering how odd it had seemed, “and he just stopped. He didn’t move a muscle until she said he was six feet from the zone.”
“You’re sure she didn’t have a magical power that froze him with words?” Leo asked, not knowing of one, but finding such a power easier to believe than someone who could see an anti-orb zone.
Chris nodded. “Pretty sure, Dad.”
Leo gave up on that line of questioning. It wasn’t getting him any information. “So what did they say about the anti-orb zone?”
“They didn’t say much,” Chris admitted, frustrating his dad a little, “but gave the impression that the anti-orb zone wasn’t going to stay there.”
“It won’t,” Leo agreed. “Have you told Josias about this?”