01_-_The_Alchemyst

had imagined.
Dora turned her face in another direction and Flamel found himself
looking at her reflection in an ornate silver-framed mirror. She tapped the
glass. “I saw what happened this morning a month ago.”
“And you didn’t warn Hekate!” Scatty exclaimed.
“I watched one thread of a possible-future. One of many. In some of the
others, Hekate killed Bastet and the Morrigan slew Dee. In another, Hekate
killed you, Mr. Flamel, and was in turn killed by Scathach. All versions of
the future. Today I discovered which came to pass.” She looked around the
room, turning her face from mirror to polished vase to picture-frame glass.
“So I know why you’re here, I know what you want me to do. And I’ve
thought long and hard about my response. I’ve had a month to think about it.”
“What about us?” Sophie asked. “Were we in your threads?”
“Yes, in some,” the Witch said.
“What happened to us in the others?” The question was out of Josh’s
mouth before he had time to think about it. He really didn’t want to know the
answer.
“Dee and his Golems or the rats and birds killed you in most of the
threads. You crashed the car in others. You died with the Awakening or fell
with the Shadowrealm.”
Josh swallowed hard. “We only survived in one thread?”
“Just one.”
“That’s not good, is it?” he whispered.
“No,” the Witch of Endor stated flatly. “Not good at all.” There was a
long pause while Dora looked sidelong into the polished surface of a silver
pot. Then she spoke suddenly. “First you should know that I cannot Awaken
the boy. That must be left to others.”
Josh looked up quickly. “There are others who could Awaken me?”
The Witch of Endor ignored him. “The girl has one of the purest silver
auras I’ve encountered in many an age. She needs to be taught some spells of