The Fall of New Brooklyn, Day Two, 7:42 am

Day Two, 7:42 am-

Fin woke to silence.  He lay in bed, staring at the white ceiling.  It was a small room, white walls and white carpet.  His blankets and sheets were white.  In the corner was a small black marble desk next to a black dresser.  There were no windows in the Conduits rooms; the quarters were located within the command building, using the surrounding building as protection against outside attacks.  His alarm clock told him it was morning.  He stretched, his body tensing against the strain of yesterday.  A thin, pale scar crossed him, a reminder of his fight against the Thief.  A soft knock at the door startled him, and he sat up.

“Fin?  Are you awake?” Grace’s voice drifted through the door.

“Yeah, what’s up, Grace?”

The door opened, allowing Grace to slip inside, and it shut again.  “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.  But alive.  Trying to wrap my head around what all happened yesterday.  And what today will bring.”

Grace was dressed in the black of the Conduits, the silver crossed sword and lightning bolt embroidered across her breast.  Her blonde hair half hid her face, leaving a violet eye to peer at Fin.  “There were a few more skirmishes last night.  The Damp Fields over Central Park and Queens fell.”

“We’re not going to be able to hold the city are we?”

Grace sat down on the bed, tucking her legs under herself and leaning into Fin.  “I don’t know.  The Soulless are everywhere.  We’re not sure how they’re organized, if they are at all, or what they’re trying to do.  So far, they just seem to be randomly swarming sections of the city, bringing down the Fields.”

Fin slid his hand over hers and squeezed gently.  “I guess General Matthias is getting what he wanted.”

“What’s that?”

“Bringing the Fields down.  He seemed to think the Soulless would use them as bases of operation.”

Grace held onto Fin’s hand.  “It doesn’t seem that they think that way.  The Soulless are just a swarm.  The appear and destroy and move on.”

“I just hope we can find something in the archives.  We didn’t seem to find a whole lot last night.”

“Yeah.  So far it’s just been records on lost battles and brief descriptions about the different creatures the Soulless created.”

“There has to be something,” Fin said.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.  What if they didn’t find a good way to kill the Soulless?  You almost burned killing the few you did.”

Fin looked into Grace’s eyes.  “What are you saying?”

“I think the Damp Fields were created to be prisons.  To keep the Soulless contained in places where they couldn’t use magic.  And the Soulless just kind of went into a hibernation or something.”

“So why are they back?”  Fin stretched, yawing, and his hand slid away from Grace’s.  “Is Xander awake yet?”

“I’m sure he is, but, “ Grace slid closer to Fin, “there’s something I need to ask you.”


“Why do you keep throwing yourself at them?  And don’t give me any more of that oath crap.  That’s no reason to try and get yourself killed.”

Fin leaned back against the wall.  “Before I was chosen to become a Conduit.  My best friend in school, he died.”

Grace touched Fin’s hand.  “I’m sorry…”

Fin pulled away.  “No.  It was my fault.  They were giving the trials, to see if anyone was magically adept.  A spell got out of hand.  I froze.”

A knock at the door stopped Fin.  “Xander’s looking for you, Fin.  He’s getting grumpy going through all those books by himself.”

Fin stood up and got dressed.  “I’ll be right there.”

Featured Image by Jonas De Ro under Creative Commons.

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