Shadowrun - Novel - 18 - Worlds Without End.pdf

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Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End "Has it changed much?" I asked. "Has what changed?" "Galway City." 90 WORLDS WITHOUT END "Compared to what?" "Compared to what it was before the Awakening." "A bit," he said. "The old ways have taken hold pretty firmly there." I pulled my bag out from under the front seat and began rummaging through it. Gum wrappers, cigarettes, shoelaces—then I found it: a small tin whistle. It rode on a thin copper necklace that I slipped over my head and nestled down between my breasts. I looked out at the passing countryside. It had gone wild here. No fences marked property lines. The roads were mostly unpaved, little more than dirt ruts. It reminded me of a time long ago, long before this world. Back when another world was young. No, it was me who was young then. I remembered what happened in that place so long ago. How could I ever forget? And now it seemed that the mistakes of the past would be repeated. This world would be torn apart unless I stopped them. Unless I stopped him. Just as the sun was setting, I saw the place. Stone tombs silhouetted against the red sky. "Pull over here," I said. Caimbeui slowed the car. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I can't feel anything ..." "It'll do. This place is lousy with caims. The whole area is Awakened." A blast of cool air hit me when I opened the car door. The magic was heavy here. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Then I noticed a strange feeling I hadn't had in a time out of mind: 91 Caroline Spector excitement. Things couldn't be worse, yet I felt alive for the first time in years. Had the centuries finally worn me down? I knew they had for some of the others. Some until they resorted to terrible means to stop the emptiness. 'But I had a reason to live. I knew my purpose. It was a sacred task. To keep the world safe. To protect Página 50
Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End it. To protect the people in it. Or so I'd told myself. As I started for the tombs, Caimbeui grabbed my arm. "Are you certain this is the only way?" he asked. I turned and looked at him. In the flat red twilight his face looked like the very vision of Lucifer. A dark, yet beautiful, angel. "Why, Caimbeui, I almost think you care," I said. He frowned. "Don't be flip," he said. "If Ysrthgrathe has found you . . . how can you be safe?" I reached up and touched his face. I can't describe how it felt, only that it felt like him. Like Caimbeui. My flesh remembered his as surely as it might remember the smoothness of velvet or the scratch of sandpaper. "Nothing is safe anymore," I replied. "Besides, I've been alive for so long, it might be good to rest. Don't you ever want to just ... stop?" "No," he said. An angry look crossed his face, and he pulled away from me. "It's always better to be alive. Life is better than death." I wanted to stay and argue with him, but there was no time. It almost made me laugh. After so many years, to have no time. Instead, I turned and began walking to the caims. 92 WORLDS WITHOUT END The sun had disappeared and the sky was fading from scarlet into plum. The wind had died down, and the air was still. No birds sang. No leaves rustled. No animal noises carried to me. Once I reached the cairns, I turned to see if Caimbeui had followed me. He was a shadow against the fading light. I held my hands out to him and, after a moment, he took them. Though I didn't need him to call up the Hunt, I wanted him to be there with me. I closed my eyes and relaxed. In my youth, I had learned magic as part of the fabric of life. I saw it not as a force to be manipulated, but as integral to life itself. A thread broken here could cause something there to unravel. Pulling threads together could create something where there had been nothing. But the mages today saw magic as something else. Their way of seeing the world was strange and alien to me. I objected to any kind of cybernetic enhancement. Machines can't create. They can only do what they're told. As I began to chant the words to the spell, I opened my eyes. The moon was dark and the stars had yet to appear. I couldn't see Caimbeul's face, but could just make out the shape of him before me. Página 51
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