Web of Dreams - Chapter 19: Space and Time

Dream Akari stomped out of the dueling ring, ignoring the crowd with their satisfied grins. Before today, she'd been the best Foundation duelist in Last Haven. Now, her reign was over. This duel with Kalden Trengsen hadn't been ranked, but she'd have to face him again. When she did, she had no counter to his blade mana.

Her combat suit clung to her as she walked, and her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She'd lost duels before, but those had all been against older students. Students with Cloak techniques and seemingly endless wells of mana.

Kalden Trengsen had neither of those things. Instead, he'd fought with machine-like precision, controlling every molecule of mana around him.

More practice wouldn't close a gap that wide. She needed an aspect.

Akari followed the cobblestone path from her school toward the town proper. The afternoon crowds spilled off from the sidewalks, filling half the road. There weren't many cars here, but that didn't matter. Most houses sat within a few miles of town, and people had no trouble crossing the sect on foot.

The sidewalk split off from the main road, winding through a forest that divided her neighborhood from the town proper. The forest went on for another half-mile until the path rejoined the sidewalk in her neighborhood. From there, Akari walked two more blocks and stepped through her front door.

Finally.

Dreaming about combat all well and good, but she'd been waiting for this moment since Elend told her the truth about her parents. This was her chance to see her mother's face after so many years. This was her chance to see Mazren Clifton as her real father rather than her foster parent.

The wooden blinds were half-slanted inside the house, and rays of sunlight speared through the gaps. A pot of broth simmered on the stove, and the scents of soy sauce and garlic wafted through the air.

Emiri slid her slender frame behind Mazren as he drained a basket of noodles in the sink. They moved in perfect synchrony as they worked, like two Mana Artists on a battlefield.

Talek. It was really them.

Mazren looked the same as he had on Arkala. But while her foster father had always seemed tired and slumped, this man looked lively and energetic. Not to mention more physically fit—almost like a younger version of Elend.

She'd barely remembered her mother's face until this moment, but now a hundred memories flooded her mind. Emiri's dark eyes seemed to smile behind a pair of black-framed glasses. She laughed at something Mazren said, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss his ear.

Mazren grinned back at her, putting his left hand around her waist. His other hand held a long pair of wooden chopsticks, arranging the noodles into three ceramic bowls. Emiri ladled the broth on top, followed by half-boiled eggs and slices of grilled pork belly.

Dream Akari just rolled her eyes as she kicked off her boots in the doorway.

"Hi, honey." Her mother waved at her as she passed under the archway into the kitchen. "We made your favorite."

Talek. Real Akari thought she might cry. But of course, her past self was indifferent. She didn't know how fragile and short this life would be. That dissonance almost caused the dream to fade.

No. This moment was perfect, and she never wanted it to end. So Real Akari let her own thoughts and emotions drift to the background, taking in every detail of the scene.

Mazren finished the ramen bowls by arranging some mushrooms and chopped green onions in the corners.

Akari grabbed a random bowl and headed straight to her bedroom.

Mana passed her cheek as she walked, flattening into a Construct that blocked her path. She blinked as her bedroom doorway became a portal that led straight back to the dining room.

"You know," Mazren said. "It's more fun to eat together."

Akari glared at him, and she stepped through the portal Construct as if it were an ordinary doorway. Bad enough they didn't let her aspect her mana— now her father flaunted his Spatial Arts in her face?

She slammed down her bowl, sending droplets of broth on her bamboo placemat. "Can I at least change my clothes first?"

He nodded and made a casual wave at his Construct. It vanished to mist behind her.

"I'll keep your food warm." A transparent Missile left Emiri's hand, forming into a dome-shaped Construct over her placemat.

Akari took her time changing, as if she could punish her parents by making them wait. Of course, her stomach growled several times, and she was obviously just hurting herself.

The more Akari learned about her past self, the more she disliked her. She literally had a perfect life, but didn't appreciate it.

And I'm supposed to sync up with this girl? How? By acting like a spoiled brat all day?

A thousand years later, Dream Akari returned to the table and plopped herself down. Emiri waved a hand over her bowl, and time flowed backward inside the domed Construct. The steam seemed to fall rather than rise. Bubbles reformed and sank, and the oils twisted in a fast, chaotic pattern over the broth's golden surface.

Was this ... time mana?

Her memories confirmed her suspicions a second later. Temporal Artists like her mother could make pocket dimensions and freeze time at a particular moment. Basically, it was like making a save point in a video game, and that point rejoined the world when the Construct broke.

She'd seen aspects like this in her earlier dreams, but only brief glimpses. Was Akari training to use one of these? That might explain the delay, and it definitely seemed worth it to her.

“How was your duel?" Mazren asked.

Akari grabbed a piece of pork belly with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth. "Now you care about my dueling?”

"I care about you."

She bit into the pork, letting the sweet and sour taste fill her mouth.

"How's Kalden?" Mazren asked to fill the silence. "We haven't seen him since his family left for Shoken."

"We didn't talk much. He had a nice aspect though." She took another bite. "Wonder what that feels like."

"We've been over this." Her mother sat down her chopsticks with a heavy sigh. "Aspecting is a delicate process, and—“

"Seemed easy enough for the others in my grade," Akari said. "I'm literally the last one left."

Mazren cleared his throat. "Most of your class has lower tier aspects." He gestured between himself and Emiri." Ours are tier four on the abstraction scale. Combining them will be an even bigger risk."

"Well," Akari said. "I didn't choose to be your science experiment, did I?" She chewed her noodles and swallowed. "What if I just take one aspect? What if I don't combine them?"

The previous conversation had all been familiar territory, but this was something new. Dream Akari always been impatient to have an aspect, but her parents had wanted her to wait for the opportune moment.

That made sense, though. If the ritual failed, you'd be left with useless mana. That risk only increased with more abstract mana tyoes

Her mother let out a long breath, leaning forward. "You're so close, Akari. There are other Spatial Artists like Mazren, and there are other Temporal Artists like me. But no one has ever combined the two.”

Akari rolled her eyes. "Maybe there's a reason for that."

"There is," Mazren agreed. "Combining two aspects is hard. You need a teacher from each original aspect. No one else in history has had your opportunities. And most people your age aren't as patient or hardworking as you."

Akari matched his smile with a glare. "How much longer?"

"Keep training," her mother said, "and you could do it by the time you're sixteen."

"No." Akari slammed her spoon into her bowl. "I'll be an Apprentice by then. That's too long."

"That's the idea," she said. "The risks decrease with every rank."

"Great, Then why not wait ’til I'm a gray-haired Mystic?"

"Diminishing returns." Her mother's voice grew more patient with every exchange, and that seemed to piss off Dream Akari even more. "Your father and I both waited to aspect our mana."

"Yeah." Akari glanced around their house. "And look where it got you."

"I told you." Mazren shot his wife a meaningful look. "We never should have painted the dining room blue."

"I'm being serious," Akari snapped.

"Well," he said, "now you know how it feels when someone goes on an irrelevant tangent."

"You're saying my dueling doesn't matter?"

"I believe it matters to you now. But you'll have this aspect forever."

"I lost to Kalden Trengsen today." She met each of their eyes as if thi were some earth-shattering revelation. "And he's still Foundation-level like me. I can't fight in the Apprentice leagues without an aspect. I'll be the worst duelist there. Falling behind now puts me behind in university. That hurts my chances of entering the Grandmaster's Tournament."

Mazren nodded along. "But imagining one path to success doesn't prove it will work."

"Look at any famous Artist," Akari said. "They all started young."

"Lots of mana artists started young," he said. "But ninety percent of Mystics aspected in their late teens. They weren't child prodigies. They were people who faced hardship and conquered it. That's what we're trying to teach you."

"Ninety percent," Akari echoed. "You're making that up."

"The Koreldon Journal of Advancement," Emiri said with a smile. "Page twenty-two, paragraph one."

Mazren held up his napkin and pointed it toward the coffee table in the living room. His mana moved in a Circuit technique, and the journal appeared in his hand a second later. Akari knew the napkin would be on the coffee table now. Spatial techniques had a high mana cost, but you could reduce that cost by altering fewer parameters. That meant it was cheaper to swap two similar objects than it was to move a single one.

He set down the journal in front of her, opening it to the page her mother had mentioned.

"You're angry because you lost a duel," her mother said. "We don't make life-altering decisions when we're angry."

"Then when?" Akari said. "You know I could handle a single aspect now. Either space or time. We have all the artifacts in the house. If you just show me how—"

"When you're sixteen," her mother said. "And if our theory is right, then space and time are each two halves of a single aspect. Your Spacetime Art might be stronger than both of ours combined."

"Doesn't help me today," Akari said. "What's the point of being stronger if I have to wait forever?"

"This aspect will help you succeed in life."

"Like you?" she retorted. "What's the point of life?"

She didn't really expect an answer, but Mazren clasped his hands together as he leaned forward. "Life is about finding meaningful work, people to love, and a worthy cause to fight for."

"What a surprise," Akari said. "A bunch of stuff you already have. But maybe I don't want to end up like you. Ever think of that?"

Her mother sighed. "Can you trust us, Akari? Can you trust that we know what's best for you?”

"No." Her chair skitted against the wooden floor as she pushed it back. "You don't trust me, so why the hell should I trust you?"

~~~

Akari opened her eyes and found herself lying in the Unmarked barracks. Once again, it was early in the morning, and the sun hadn’t risen outside. She rolled over on her back, breathing hard. She hadn't been stabbed this time, but the dream moment came with its own rush of emotions.

"Dream Akari, you ungrateful little bitch."

Tears stained her pillow, and more ran down her cheeks. With Talek as her witness, she would give up all her Mana Arts right now if she could go back to that moment.

Her parents had been married in that life, taking care of her, giving her good advice, and training her to receive a new, original aspect. Possibly one of the strongest aspects in the world. She couldn’t imagine a better life if she tried.

But Dream Akari had lost one duel, then acted like Missiles were raining from the sky. Did she realize she could have been imprisoned on an island with her memories wiped and her powers stolen? Did she realize she'd have to risk her life daily?

Akari lay there for several long heartbeats, but she didn't feel like sleeping. She grabbed her clothes and headed for the rooftop to train.

Her mother was dead, but Mazren was still alive. His memories were locked away, and he was trapped in a world that wasn't his own.

I'm coming back for you, Akari thought. No matter what it takes.