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kajones_writingThere was also the possibility that they didn’t know how much the door would take from them. Jasper stopped, lent against the wall, and thought what he would have done if he was in the same position that they’d been. Making the door would have used magic that might never have been tried before and if it hadn’t worked quite the way they’d expected it to… he bit his lip. It made more sense than the mages wanting to lose all of their memories might have done, especially as they’d chosen to keep their families with them, families who would all have ended up not knowing who they were or who the other people with them was.
With every new family that stepped through the door, until the last of them had made their way into Ildieu, the chaos, the confusion, the fear, would have increased. They would have talked to each other, trying to understand what had happened, if they were old enough to, especially when they realised they were trapped. It would take years for the magic to fade enough for people to enter or leave the city and even then no one really wanted to. Not until the first black mage reached that level. Jasper bit his lip. Fortunately by looking into how reaching certain levels might affect female mages Benedict should also be learning more about the history of Ildieu at that time.
At least he would be able to read what was left. They’d lost more of their history than they’d managed to keep, with bits missing from multiple time periods, and no one knew why it had happened. Everyone had theories though, with the favoured one being fear. Something had happened that the mages of the time, or at some time following, that had scared the mages, so they’d removed everything about it, not thinking of how that might affect the future. By doing that they’d made things harder for everyone, because it meant they didn’t know what they needed to know. Occasionally there were new discoveries, of journals that had been lost, and Jasper realised it was time to really start hunting for them, rather than keep waiting for the knowledge they needed to turn up eventually.
By stopping he’d give Ash a chance to catch up with, and pass, him, so he carried on up the stairs, trying to work out the best way of getting what they needed. A notice in the neutral zone might work, if it wasn’t for the fact the Hollowers would notice it and tell Falcon. Maybe, if Falcon knew they were looking into the history of the town he’d realise why they were doing it, but that seemed unlikely. Anyone would have been a better leader of the Hollow at such a dangerous time and yet, there was Falcon, doing his best to make things hard for Ash, because he didn’t want to accept the truth. Maybe he didn’t even want to believe there was a world outside the city.
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
