Updated May 8, 2024
The
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS -- Chap. 11
A
story of Mantra and Black September
By Aladdin and Christopher Leeson
CHAPTER 11
MANTRA'S DAUGHTER
You can have everything in life you want,
If you will just help other people get what they want.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I was amazed by how grown up she appeared to be. She looked about seventeen and was the image of Eden Blake. To think that the last time I’d seen her she was only seven years old and a second grader.
I checked first to see if she looked underfed. Everyone else I’d seen in this tortured land had appeared hungry.
But my daughter's clone had not arrived alone; an excited Jamie stood beside her. Warstrike was looking at them. I wondered how he felt about his little girl breaking her promise so quickly.
"Evie, Jamie, come in," Brandon said. Evie now saw me and was apparently struck speechless.
Tark drew his daughter away from her – sister. It was still hard for me to put my mind around the idea that the family I knew had been expanded. "Jamie," he asked, "have you dreamed about the Flaming Woman again lately?"
She nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I wanted to tell you, but when I met Aunt Jennie I forgot about it."
"That's okay,"Tark said. "But it's important that you tell us what you dreamed. Mantra thinks that maybe a real-life Flaming Woman is coming. We have to learn as much possible about her before she gets here."
The little girl glanced back my way. "Have you met the Flaming Woman, Mantra? Is she coming to hurt us?"
"I do believe she's coming," I said, "but I don't know why. I'm hoping we can all make friends with her. I have a big favor to ask of her."
Jamie frowned confusedly. "But she's bad, isn't she?"
I tried to reassure her with a smile. "I'm guessing the Flaming Woman's not so much bad as mixed up. When she was back home, there was a big explosion where all her friends died. She hasn't been acting herself since that bad thing happened."
Jamie smiled uneasily as if her child's mind was trying to reconcile the idea of someone being both good and evil at the same time. When her age, I had mulled over things like that myself.
"B-Brandon," stammered Evie. “Our mother didn’t have any sister named Jennie. Didn’t you know that?”
"Aunt Jennie has explained quite a few things to me," said Warsrike, "but you ought to talk to her yourself. But first, Jamie has to tell us about the Flaming Woman."
"But this person can't really be Mantra!" Evie insisted.
"Speak to her. Decide for yourself," Brandon told her.
The father and his young daughter left then, and the guards shut the door to give Evie and me privacy.
"I refuse to believe that you're my mother," Evie said, her chin high and expression determined.
"My name is Eden Blake, but I'm not your mother. I come from an alternate dimension."
She blinked perplexedly. "An alternate dimension? Like in the science fiction books?"
"Yes. Your stepfather believes me, and I'd like you to believe me, too."
“Why are you here?”
"I have a job to do. When I left my own Evie and Gus at home a day or so ago, they were still in elementary school. To me, that was only hours ago, but when I look at you, I know what my daughter will look like when she's almost grown up."
“There aren’t any alternate dimensions!” she declared.
“Maybe if we talk for a while, the idea won't seem so strange."
She grimaced. "Whoever you are, you look exactly like I remember you – her."
She looked so full of hurt, but I thought it was too soon to take her into my arms.
"I dreamed a thousand times about my mother not being dead, that she would be coming back. But if you're not my real mom, nothing at all has changed."
"I'm sorry. I thought you might feel that way, so I decided not to meet with you. I knew that even if I could make you feel better for a moment, the hurt would come back even worse than before when I had to go away again."
She pulled back and broke eye contact.
“If you come from another place, why are you in this world?" she asked.
"I'm looking for the Flaming Woman, the one Jamie keeps dreaming about?"
"But they're only dreams, aren't they?"
"No. The woman is real, and she's an ultra with a unique power – a power that can save untold billions of lives."
Evie suddenly looked hopeful. "Will she save our world, too?"
I decided to hedge that question. "I'm not sure. I hope so."
“Was there any volcano in the world where you came from?”
"No, not yet. Maybe there won't ever be. As soon as I get home, I intend to do my best to stop it from happening." I might have to kill a few dozen Deep Staters to do the job, but I was game for that!
"I wish I could believe you."
"I know this is hard, and I think you've had too much hardship already. How badly have things gone for you?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I think the rebels are going to attack the castle soon. They want to kill Warstrike and Necromantra. Maybe they'll kill the rest of us, too. I don't know."
"Do you think that your – stepdad – is can win the war?"
She bit her lip. "No, I don't."
Reaching out, I took her by the shoulders. When my daughter reached her age, I wanted her to be enjoying a happy life. This world was a bizarre parody of my own; too many ghastly things had gone wrong here.
"I'm going to try to talk to the rebels and see if that helps," I said. "But the first thing I want to know is how has Warstrike been treating you?"
"He's been all right. He's good with our sister, too. He’s done some bad things, but I can't forget how he loved our mother so much. I can guess how much it must hurt him to look at you knowing you're not the person we both loved."
"I wish things could have worked better for you, Evie, but please tell me about yourself. Have you been keeping up with your studies?"
She stared into my face. "How can that matter to you?"
I forced a smile. "Because I'd feel better if you could have all the things I want her to have."
The teen girl shrugged. "I can read and write and do arithmetic," she said. “Brandon has made sure that we know about the world, at least how it used to be. I don't know why that's important. That world is gone, and what's left so terrible."
"What kind of a king has he been?" I asked.
Instead of answering, she glanced back at the door.
"Do you think someone out there is listening to us?"
"I – I don't know," she replied haltingly. "People are always spying. Stepdad has executed a lot of rebel spies, but he spies, too. And Necromantra spies on both sides."
Just the sound of that witch’s name sank my more tender feelings.
"Yes, I’ve been wondering about Necromantra. How has seen been treating you?"
Evie gave a shudder. "I hate her! She killed my mother."
"She killed Mantra? Are you certain of that?"
"Maybe she did, but I know for sure that she killed my first mother."
I nodded. "Has she tried to harm you?"
"She keeps her distance," said Evie. "She showed up right after Mother – Mantra – was killed. She ignores us, mostly. It's horrible that my first mother's murderer is living in the same house with us."
"Why does your stepdad put up with her?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. She's powerful, and Brandon needs power on his side. But it makes me crazy that they decided to get married."
“It makes me pretty crazy, too. Do they get along personally?"
Evie glanced to the floor, frowning. "I don't think he trusts her, but she has a way with people, even Dad." Evie lowered her voice. "There's all kinds of stories about her. Some people say she used to be a man. Does that make any sense?"
"Does she act like a man?" I replied evasively. I thought that Evie already had enough weirdness in her life.
"Not that I can see."
I smiled. "Well, then, maybe those rumors aren't true."
"Mom – Mantra, I mean. Are you just like my mother?”
“In what way?”
"She once told me that she had the ghost of a man inside her." Evie was watching my expression as if to see my reaction to the bomb she'd just thrown.
I sighed. When Necromantra attacked, Eden had been in her own body, and I was in the body of a male clone. Having no magic of my own, I was no match for the witch's sorcery. Eden, wounded and dying, urged me to reenter her body. I had to do it to defeat Necromantra, but Evie had been watching it all and knew something wasn't right. She asked me if I was really her mother. Rightly or wrongly, I very briefly explained what had really happened. After that, I was surprised that she hadn't asked for more information.
"By the time you grew up, I hoped you'd have forgotten what I'd said," I told her softly.
"I almost did. I didn’t want to know about something so strange. Whenever I thought about it, it worried me. I wanted you to be the Mantra I had always thought you were -- an incredibly special woman. I could never understand why you behaved so much like my mom when you were a completely different person. After a while, I didn’t think about what you'd said at all."
"I did my best to act like Eden Blake whenever I could. But I truly did like having a family after living alone for such a long time."
“Did you live a life just like the real Mantra’s?” Evie suddenly asked.
I smiled. "I've always thought of myself as being the real Mantra. I never knew your mother existed until today."
"Being with you makes me feel like Mantra has come back. Do you have to leave?" she asked with a hint of urgency. The poor kid was hoping for a redo of a life that had gone so haywire.
"Yes, I do. I don't have any choice about that. Many people on many worlds will die if I don't get help from the Flaming Woman."
"Then please tell me that you're a bad person so I won't miss you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"If I hate you, I won't miss you when you’re gone."
"It's all right if you hate me if it will make you feel better."
"If you were really a man?" she asked. "What kind of a man were you?"
I could have told her many disgraceful things about myself. I had lived a very long time, and in trying to do good in crazy circumstances, I had gone into some dark places.
"Evie, I've made mistakes, and maybe your mother made those same mistakes. I'm far from perfect, but I'm not a monster either. Evie is my daughter now, and I do my best to make her happy. I only wish that you could have known a much better life than the one you've had."
"I still want to know if you were really a man?"
I sighed. "If I said yes, would that make you want me to go?"
"It would be strange and hard to understand. What kind of a man were you?"
I glanced away. "I was a soldier. Your mother and I met, fell in love, and wanted to be married."
She stood in front of me quietly before saying, "I'm not surprised you were a soldier, not after all the times I've seen you fight."
I very much wanted to change the subject. "What happened to your father, to Gus Blake?"
She shivered; I'd touched a sore spot. "We never found out. He was away on a business trip when the volcano exploded. There was hardly any communication at all. Mobs, mostly illegals, started breaking into homes, stealing, and killing. Mantra took us to Brandon's house. The only thing I could take with me was Mr. Paws."
You saved Mr. Paws?"
"You know about Mr. Paws? How could you?"
"My Evie has a Mr. Paws, too."
"I still have Mr. Paws. He's about the only thing left to remind Gus and me about how life used to be. I love Jamie, but I didn’t let her play with Paws until she was big enough to take good care of her toys."
"Did you ever go back to your old home?"
Evie shook her head. "There was nothing to go back to. The looters didn't just steal and murder, they seemed to want to burn down the whole Los Angeles area."
I straightened. "Time is running out, and I have a lot to do. As bad as things are, be strong, be wise, Evie. Take care of your brother and sister. Also, let Brandon know how much you like him."
Evie nodded, wiping her eyes. "I will. Goodbye...Mom."
Carrying an ache with me, I started for the door. Before I could touch the knob, I heard Gabriel's voice:
"I decided to join you, Mantra."
I looked back and saw Gabriel, but that was all I saw. The room I'd shared with Evie wasn't there! The two of us occupied a misty, insubstantial place. "Where have you snatched me away to this time?" I asked.
"This is a location in zero-time where we can talk," he explained.
"Did you fix what was wrong with your communications system?"
"There wasn’t much to do. The psionic blast the ultra attacker gave you damaged your nano-receptors, but they're self-repairing. Though you couldn't hear me, I could hear and keep track of you."
"I messed up and involved myself with the folks here. It's hard to keep focused when I'm surrounded by people I think I know."
"You've proceeded splendidly. Your task was to contact the local leadership and get assistance with subduing Amber Hunt. Warstrike has already agreed to help, and you are preparing to meet with the opposing faction. I commend you, Mantra; you have a natural instinct for time agent work."
"Spare me the flattery. When is Hunt coming?"
"From all indications, she will arrive within several hours. We need to use our available time to establish friendly channels with both sides."
"What's going to happen to all the people here?"
Gabriel gave back a glum look. "If Amber Hunt takes the Time Gem away from this world, the local reality will be eliminated."
"That's it?"
"I'm sorry."
"Gabriel, I have a request to make."
"Yes?"
"We can't rescue everybody, but can't we take a few people away with us? I mean, take away Evie and her family?"
"It's possible. Do your best. I'll leave the details to you."
"I’ll do what I can! What now?"
"You should go talk to the rebel leaders, as Warstrike has asked you to do."
"I'll do that as soon as you start time again."
An instant later, Gabriel was gone, and I was back in the room with Evie. I heard her gasp.
"What's wrong, dear?" I asked.
"You blinked out of that spot and reappeared where you are now?" she said incredulously.
"What happened to me is one of those crazy ultra things. They're always hard to explain, Button."
Evie gave me an odd look. "Nobody has called me Button since – Mantra – died."
"That's probably because it's not a nickname that fits a grownup girl like you."
"Maybe not, but hearing you say it makes you sound just like my mother."
"I've got good news," I said. "When I vanished, I went to talk to a super-scientist ally I have. He says you and your whole family can come with us when we're ready to leave."
"Are we going to live together?"
"Not forever. I have to go back to my own family. But I promise we won't part until I find you a safe and happy home."
She smiled the kind of careful smile that children smile when they've already had their hopes shattered too many times to count.
"Can't we go now?"
"We could, but there won't be a happy ending for anybody unless we do some major league world-saving. In the meantime, find out whether Gus will be willing to leave with us. Do you want me to ask your stepdad to come along, too?"
"Yes, please!" she said.
I kissed her cheek and then made another attempt at leaving the room. My knock summoned a guard who unlatched the door in about five seconds flat.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWELVE
