Dance of Magic - The Books of Beginning [1]

10. A New York Safe-House

"Well, here we go then," Michael said, "I'll go first." Indeed, he felt like it was his responsibility to do so. He was the eldest Wibberly available at the moment, after all.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and reminded himself he had to be brave. For his parents. For Kate and Emma.

Then he stepped through the portal and into his he New York Street, the chill of the middle of the night seeping through his coat. He heard Emma following behind him, and the quiet swoosh of Gabriel and Rafe gliding after her. Then came the snap as the portal closed, leaving them in the city for good.

The four of them fell in line, and Michael noticed the apprehensive look on Rafe's face. He tentatively - he still didn't fully trust Rafe after all - asked, "are you alright?"

Rafe nodded tightly, "just a lot of memories, that's all."

Together they all began making their way down the dark street. It was late at night, and surprisingly quiet, though they spotted a few pedestrians roaming around. It was also all rather old fashioned, with brick apartment buildings and old architecture. There were no cars and a few clotheslines hung from windows.

Emma frowned, "I thought this was the big city. Why does it feel so old timey here?"

"The magical world has not embraced technology and innovation much, since it tends to be incompatible with magic at times. This is the magical quarter of New York, so things are similar to as they were during the separation over a century ago," Rafe answered.

"That's really interesting," Michael said, taking it all in.

Rafe murmured his agreement but wasn't really paying attention. Instead he was thinking about when he had walked these streets with Kate, danced with her in them. He wished she were here with them now.

"Hey..." Michael said awkwardly, "um, you don't have to answer, but you just looked very sad and I just wanted to ask; are you sure you're ok?"

Rafe sighed, "I was just thinking of, well-"

"Kate," Michael guessed.

"Yeah," Rafe said.

Michael looked over at the taller, black haired boy, and realized something. Rafe was suffering too. He had missed that, since all he had been seeing was the Dire Magnus. But Rafe was not the Dire Magnus any more, and Michael vowed to try and separate the two, see them each for who they were, before forming his final opinion on Rafe. 

But he said none of this out loud, of course. What he said, was, "you're really worried about her too, huh?"

"I am," Rafe admitted, "and I know she's one of the most competent and persevering people on this planet, but I know what horrors could be awaiting her sand I'm afraid. No one should have to face that, especially not her."

"I hear you," Michael said, and meant it, "I suppose she's not alone though. She has Robert there too."

Rafe made a face, "I think she would rather take her chances alone."

Michael laughed, "that's... so true, honestly."

Rafe cracked a small smile and Michael smiled back, a new comfortableness growing between them, not quiet friendship yet but not the hate and mistrust of before.

Emma just glared as they laughed, still hating Rafe for all he had done, and wondering what her brother was thinking, laughing with him at a time like this.

Finally, they reached the house Dr. Pym had sent them to, the safe place. It was medium size, old but a nice two story townhouse decorated in an old fashioned style. 

"Is this the safe house?" Emma asked Gabriel.

The warrior confirmed, "yes, this is it. Now, Rafe and I are going to turn invisible for a moment. We are not sure how much this lady knows about ghosts."

"But we're sure we can trust her?" Michael worried.

Gabriel replied, "she has been a longtime ally, and more importantly, there is no one more committed to protecting magical children in need. She will keep you safe. Now, go on."

He and Rafe faded out of sight using their ghostly abilities, and Michael and Emma exchanged glances as they walked up the front step. Emma took a deep breath, "well, it's now or never."

She rapped sharply on the door. Almost immediately a very elderly but energetic looking woman answered. She leaned on a walker, her face was lined with deep wrinkles, and her silvery hair was pulled into a wispy braid. A pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. But something in her gaze and her expression made Michael and Emma realize that this woman was both a witch, and a leader. She was clearly a survivor, and probably far more capable than she initially appeared.

The elderly woman glanced over them and sighed, "Pym was supposed to have you all here almost ten minutes ago. I was getting worried. Oh, no matter, do come in children. Just wipe your feet on the mat."

The children did as she said, and then Michael began the introductions awkwardly, "um hi.. thank you so much for.. er.. thank you. I'm Michael Wibberly, and this is my little sister Emma."

"Right, right, Pym said," the woman nodded absentmindedly. Then her eyes snapped open with startling clarity, "oh, where are my manners? My name is Abigail."

A/N: New York, the beginnings of Michael and Rafe's friendship, and Abigail, because Abigail is amazing.

Also, I'm sure you've noticed I have been putting out a LOT of TBOB content very quickly. Well, this is because of planning. I actually took the time to plan this entire story out, and having this organization is making the writing go a lot faster, which is why so many chapters are being posted. So you have planning to thank for that.