The Alchemyst

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

T here is something very wrong with this house. Sophie strode into her

brother s room, holding her expensive cell phone up to her face. I Can't get

a signal anywhere. She moved around the room, watching the screen, but the

signal bar remained flat.

Josh looked blankly at his sister. Wrong with this house? he repeated

incredulously. Then he spoke very slowly. Sophie, we re inside a tree! I d

say there s something wrong with that, wouldn't you?

When Hekate had finished speaking with Flamel, she had turned and disappeared

into the woods without saying a word to them, and it had been left to Flamel

to bring them to the goddess s home. Instructing them to leave the car, he

led them down a narrow winding pathway that cut through the overgrown woods.

They had been so intent on the strange flora huge bruise-colored flowers that

turned to track their movements, vines that slithered and squirmed like

snakes as they followed them, grasses that had not existed since the

Oligocene era that they failed to notice that the path had opened out, and

that they were facing Hekate's home. Even when they looked up, it took them

several moments to make sense of what they were seeing.

Directly ahead of them, in the center of a broad, gently sloping plain

sprinkled with vast swathes of multicolored flowers, was a tree. It was the

height and circumference of a large skyscraper. The topmost branches and

leaves were wreathed in wisps of white cloud, and the roots that burst from

the ground like clawing fingers were as tall as cars. The tree itself was

gnarled and twisted, its bark scored and deeply etched with cracks and lines.

Long vines, like huge pipes, wrapped around the tree and dangled from the

branches.

Hekate's home, Flamel explained. You are the only living humani in the

last two thousand years to see it. Even I ve only ever read about it.

Scatty smiled at the looks on the twins faces. She nudged Josh. Where

exactly did you expect her to live? A trailer?

I wasn't I mean, I don't know I didn't think , Josh began. The sight was

incredible, and from the little he had studied about biology, he knew that no

living thing could grow so huge. No natural thing, he corrected himself.

Sophie thought the tree looked like an ancient woman, bent over with age. It

was all very well for Flamel to talk about the distant past and a

two-thousand-year-old warrior or a ten-thousand-year-old goddess: the numbers

meant almost nothing. Seeing the tree was different. Both she and Josh had

seen ancient trees before. Their parents had taken them to see the

three-thousand-year-old giant redwoods, and they had spent a week camping

with their father in the White Mountains in the north of California as he

investigated the Methuselah Tree, which, at nearly five thousand years old,

was supposed to be the oldest living thing on the planet. Standing before the

Methuselah Tree, a gnarled and twisted bristlecone pine, it was easy to

accept its great age. But now, seeing Hekate's tree house, Sophie had no

doubt that it was incredibly ancient, millennia older than the Methuselah

Tree.

They followed a smoothly polished stone path that led to the tree. As they

got closer, they realized that it was more like a skyscraper than they d

first thought: there were hundreds of windows cut into the bark, with lights

flickering in the rooms beyond. But it was only when they reached the main

entrance that they appreciated just how vast the tree was. The smoothly

polished double doors towered at least twenty feet tall, and yet they opened

at the merest touch of Flamel's fingers. The twins stepped into an enormous

circular foyer.

And stopped.

The interior of the tree was hollow. From just inside the entrance, they

could look straight up to where wispy clouds gathered inside the tree. A

gently curving staircase curled up along the inside of the trunk, and every

few steps brought them to an open doorway spilling out light. Dozens of tiny

waterfalls spouted from the walls and splashed down onto the floor far below,

where the water gathered in a huge circular pool that took up most of the

foyer. The interior walls were smooth and unadorned, except for the twists

and knots of vines that broke through the surface. Josh thought they looked

like veins.

And it was completely deserted.

No one moved within the tree, nothing human or inhuman climbed the countless

stairs, no winged creature flew in the moist air.

Welcome to the Yggdrasill, Nicholas Flamel'said, stepping back and allowing

them to enter. Welcome to the World Tree.

Josh held up his phone. The screen was blank. And have you noticed, he

asked, there are no power sockets?

There have to be, Sophie said decisively. She walked over to the bed and

dropped to her knees. There are always sockets beside the beds .

There were none.

The twins stood in the center of Josh s room and looked around. His room was

a mirror image of his sister s. Everything around them was composed of a

honey-colored blond wood, from the highly polished floors to the smooth

walls. There was no glass in the windows, and the door was a wafer-thin

rectangle of wood that looked and felt like the papery bark of a tree. The

only item of furniture in the room was the bed, a low wooden futon covered

with heavy fur throws. A thick fur rug lay on the floor beside the bed. It

was dappled with an intricate pattern of spots that resembled no animal

either of the twins had ever seen.

There was also a tree growing out of the center of the floor.

Tall, thin and elegant, the red-barked tree rose straight out of the wooden

floor. No limbs protruded from the trunk until it came close to the ceiling,

and then the branches burst out into a canopy that covered the roof. The

leaves were a deep, luxuriant green on one side, ash white on the other.

Every so often, some spiraled to the floor, and covered it in a soft, almost

furry carpet.

Where are we? Sophie asked finally, unaware that she had spoken the thought

aloud.

California? Josh said softly, but in a voice that suggested he didn't quite

believe what he was saying.

After all we've seen today? Sophie asked. I don't think so. We re inside a

tree. A tree big enough to house the whole University of San Francisco

campus, a tree so old it makes the Methuselah Tree look like it was just

planted. And don't try to tell me it s a building shaped to look like a tree.

Everything here is made from natural materials. She drew a breath and looked

around. Do you think it could still be alive?

Josh shook his head. Can't be. The whole inside is scooped out. Maybe it was

alive a long time ago; but now it s just a shell.

Sophie was not so sure. Josh, there is nothing modern and nothing artificial

in this room, no plastics, no metals, no paper; everything looks hand carved.

There aren't even candles or lanterns.

It took me a while to realize what those bowls of oil were, Josh said. He

didn't tell his sister that he d been about to drink what he thought was some

sort of sweet-smelling fruit juice when he d seen the wick floating in it.

My room is identical to yours, Sophie continued. She lifted her phone

again. There s no signal, and look she pointed you can actually see the

battery draining away.

Josh brought his head close to his twin s, their blond hair mingling, and

stared at the rectangular screen. The battery indicator on the right-hand

side was visibly falling, bar by bar. You think That'swhy my iPod has no

power either? Josh asked, pulling it from his back pocket. It was fully

charged this morning. And my computer is dead. He suddenly looked at his

watch, and then he lifted his arm to allow his sister to see it. The face of

the chunky military-style digital watch he wore was blank.

Sophie looked at her own watch. Mine is still working, she said in

surprise. Because it winds up, she said, answering her own question aloud.

So something is draining the power, he muttered. Some energy in the air?

He d never heard of anything that could draw energy from batteries.

It is this place, Scathach said, appearing in the doorway. She had changed

from her black military-style combats and T-shirt into green and brown camo

pants, high-top combat boots and a cut-off camo T-shirt that exposed her

muscular arms. She was wearing a short sword strapped to her leg and there

was a bow over her left shoulder, with a quiver of arrows just visible over

the top of her head. Sophie noticed that there was a Celtic-looking spiral

design etched into Scatty s right shoulder; Sophie had always wanted a

tattoo, but she knew her mother would never let her get one. You have gone

beyond your world into a Shadowrealm, the Warrior added. The Shadowrealms

exist partially in your world and partially in another time and space. The

Warrior remained standing by the door.

Are you not going to come in? Sophie asked.

You have to invite me, Scatty said, with a peculiarly shy smile.

Invite you in? Sophie turned to her twin, eyebrows raised in a question.

You have to invite me in, Scatty repeated, else I'll not be able to cross

the threshold.

Just like vampires, Josh said, abruptly feeling as if his tongue were too

thick for his mouth. After today, he was quite prepared to believe in

vampires, though he really didn't want to run into one. He turned to his

twin. The only way a vampire can enter a house is if he or she is invited.

Then they can drink your blood . He turned to look at Scatty, eyes suddenly

wide. You re not a

I don't like that term, Scatty snapped.

Scathach, please enter, Sophie said, before her brother could protest

further.

The Warrior hopped lightly over the threshold and entered the room. And

yes, she said, I am what you would call a vampire.

Oh, Sophie whispered. Josh tried to stand in front of his sister to protect

her, but she pushed him out of the way. Although she loved her brother, there

were times when he could be too protective.

don't believe everything you've read about my race, Scathach said, moving

around the room, peering through the windows into the lush gardens. An

enormous yellow-white butterfly fluttered past the opening. It was the size

of a dinner plate and had not existed on the earth since the Jurassic period.

Hekate created and maintains this place by an extraordinary use of magic,

she continued. But magic, like everything else, follows certain natural

laws. Magic needs energy, and it takes that energy wherever it can find it,

even from the tiny batteries in your electrical toys. If no other source of

energy is available, it will take the life force of the magician who created

it. That is why every use of magic weakens the magician.

Are you saying nothing electrical works in this Shadowrealm? Sophie

wondered aloud, and then she shook her head quickly. But Hekate used a

phone. I saw her showing it to Flamel earlier. Why doesn't its battery

drain?

Hekate is immensely powerful and is more or less immune to the effects of

the magic she generates. I would imagine that she keeps the phone on her

person so it doesn't drain, or possibly she keeps it in the real world with a

servant. Many members of the Elder Race have human servants.

Like Flamel and Dee? Sophie asked.

Nicholas serves no Elder, Scathach said slowly. The Book is his master.

Dee, on the other hand well, no one knows exactly who, or what, he serves.

She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze lingering on each of them. You ll

probably find yourself feeling exhausted in about an hour, muscles sore,

maybe even a little headachy. That'sthe magical field feeding off your

auras. don't be too concerned, however: your particular auras are

exceptionally strong. Just drink plenty of liquids. Scatty moved from window

to window and leaned forward, peering out. I know they are out there, but I

cannot see them, she said suddenly.

Who? Sophie wondered.

The Torc Allta.

Are they really wereboars? I mean, men who change into boars? Sophie asked.

She was conscious that her twin hadn't spoken since Scathach had entered the

room. He was staring at her, eyes wide in horror, mouth drawn into a thin

line. She knew that expression well: he was scared, and she guessed that he

was thinking about all the vampire novels he d read and movies he d seen.

No, not really, Scatty said. I know Nicholas has told you that before the

humani claimed the earth, this world belonged to other creatures, other

races. But even amongst the Elder Race, the Torc clans were special. They

could transform from beast shape to man shape and back again. Scatty sat on

the edge of the low bed and stretched her legs straight out in front of her.

When the earliest humani first appeared, the Torc clans taught them how to

work wood and stone and how to create fire. The humani worshipped the Torc

clans as gods why do you think so many of the earliest gods have animal

shapes? Think of the cave paintings of creatures that are neither man nor

beast but something in between. You must have seen statues of the Egyptian

gods Sobek, Bastet and Anubis: humani bodies, but with animal heads. Think of

the dances where humani pretend to be animals: they are just memories of the

time when the Torc clans lived side by side with the humani.

Therianthropes, Sophie said absently.

Scatty looked at her blankly.

Figures that are made from animal and human shapes mixed together, Josh

explained. I told you that our parents are archaeologists, he added. Then

he looked quickly at the red-haired woman. Do you drink blood? he asked

suddenly.

Josh! Sophie whispered.

No, I don't drink blood, Scathach said quietly. Not now. Not ever.

But a vampire

Scathach surged to her feet and two steps brought her directly in front of

Josh. She was not quite as tall as he was, but in that moment, she seemed

huge. There are many types of vampires, many clans, just as there are many

Were clans. Some of my race are blood drinkers, it is true.

But not you, Sophie said hastily, before her brother could ask any further

awkward questions.

No, not my clan. Those of my clan well, we feed in other ways, Scatty said

with a wry smile. And we rarely need to feed, she added. She spun away.

Everything you have been taught, all the myths and legends of your world,

have a kernel of truth in them. you've seen wonders today. You will see more

in the days to come.

What do you mean, in the days to come? Josh interrupted, voice rising in

alarm. We re going home, aren't we? But even as he was asking the question,

he knew the answer.

Eventually, the Warrior Maid said, but not today, and definitely not

tomorrow.

Sophie laid her hand on her brother s arm, silencing the question he was

about to ask. What were you saying about myths and legends? she asked.

Somewhere deep in the house a bell chimed, the sound high and pure. It

lingered in the still air.

Scathach ignored it. I want you to remember that everything you know or

think you know about myth and legend is not necessarily false, nor is it

entirely true. At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth. I

suspect that much of your knowledge comes from movies and TV. Xena and

Dracula have a lot to answer for. All minotaurs are not evil, the Gorgon

Medusa did not turn every man to stone, not all vampires are blood drinkers,

the Were clans are a proud and ancient race.

Josh attempted a laugh; he was still shaken by the revelation that Scathach

was a vampire. You ll be telling us next that ghosts exist.

Scathach s expression remained serious. Josh, you have entered the

Shadowrealm, the world of ghosts. I want you both to trust your instincts

from now on: forget what you know or think you know about the creatures and

races you will encounter. Follow your hearts. Trust no one. Except each

other, she added.

We Can'trust you and Nicholas, though, right? Sophie said.

The bell rang again, flat and piercing in the distance.

Trust no one, Scathach repeated, and the twins realized that she was not

answering the question. She turned toward the door. I think That'sthe

dinner bell.

Can we eat the food? Josh asked.

Depends, Scatty said.

Depends on what? he asked in alarm.

Depends on what it is, of course. I don't eat the meat myself.

Why not? Sophie said, wondering if there was some particular ancient

creature they should avoid.

I m a vegetarian, Scatty answered.