A Circuit of Time: Book Two of Spark (A MPHFPC Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

"There's soldiers everywhere outside the exit." Mr. Moore told the ymbryne. "Actually, it's the most I have seen in my life, and I'm one hundred and forty."

"They know we are here." Miss Bittern said. "Then we can't stay here any longer."

"We can't leave either." Sophie said, "Without modern day air travel it will take way too long to get to Germany."

"Five days or ten hours won't make much difference in this circumstance." Olive interrupted, "Fly there is quicker, yes, but going there by boat in 1919 is harder to track. Not to mention all the trouble with passports if we are really going to take a plane."

"We are not the only one looking for that power." Sophie said, "Caul is looking for it, too. We can't let him get it before us."

"Once those people out there is ready, they will take this loop just like how they take ours. We can't wait for them to leave, they won't. My team can't protect you against an army. We need to get as far away from here as possible before they are ready to invade." Olive said.

"And if you go out now? Fight a way out of here? We can make a distraction for you to slip away." Mr. Moore said.

"Then they will kill anyone in this loop." Miss Bittern said. "Olive is right. We need to leave now."

"To go back to 1919, you only need to go a mile from the house. Any direction will work just fine." Mr. Moore told them.

Miss Bittern nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Moore. Olive, gather your team, tell them we are going on a cruise trip to Europe."

*

"What are we supposed to do now?" Emma asked nervously, "Caroline just died, and Khione didn't cross with us. Will you stop pacing, Ethan?"

Ethan stopped his steps, "Whatever I'm doing here won't change our situation, anyway."

"Nothing we do can change anything, period." Edmund said.

"Don't you have a way to like reopen the portal?" John asked, "To go back and find Khione?"

"It's not a portal," Ethan corrected him, "It's a panloopticon. And, no, we don't have a way to open it from here."

"Even if we have the means, we still won't be able to do that." Emma said. "Sharon won't let it fall into wights' hand, so it's probably destroyed by now."

"Can't you like send a message to Khione, telling them where we are going?" Blanche suggested.

"Where are we going to send the message to? And also, we don't know where we are going." Edmund replied, "I'm not sure even Olive know that."

"I'm not sure even Francesca know it." Emma said. "For an ymbryne trained by Miss Avocet, she doesn't seem very confident."

"It doesn't matter where we go, anyway." Ethan said, "We just escort our ymbryne and the rest isn't our business."

"What about the fate of this goddamn world?" Emma demanded, "Does that not matter to you?"

"Chill down, Emma. I don't even know what Miss Bittern is planning. How am I going to make it feel relevant if I don't know shit about it?" Ethan replied. "Why do you three agree to this anyway? You don't really need to throw yourselves into this mess again after proving you're on our side."

"I joined you because—" Emma started to answer, but someone else's arrival interrupted her.

"Everyone gear up, we are leaving this loop right now." Olive announced.

*

The summer in New York in 1919 was much cooler than the scorching desert of modern-day Florida. There was breeze in the air that smelled somewhat salty.