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Chapter Twenty-Two: The Ghost of Christmas Past

In the centre of the room, an ethereal figure stood next to the startled Director. He was
wearing simple clothes, a dark grey waistcoat over a white shirt and black trousers. The
only notable feature about the man aside from his insubstantiality was a great incision in
his neck, which was framed by the shadow of blood, giving him a nightmarish
appearance.
‘Who has disturbed my rest?’ The man demanded. His voice was as hollow as the wind
and it echoed throughout the room, filling Jason’s heart with a terrible chill.
‘You!’ The man rounded on the Director, who took a step back. He was not openly
cowering, but was clearly using all his courage to stand upright.
‘The face has changed… but you can never hide your soul.’
The Director paled and stepped back further.
‘Security!’
Several guards ran in, yelled incantations and the spectre roared furiously, his ghostly
form beginning to fade.
‘You’re not going to be rid of me that easi…’ He stopped mid-sentence, noticing Jason in
the corner, still as a statue.
‘Jason…’ The man’s voice dropped to a whisper, and all the menace left it. He tenderly
reached out to touch the boy, then, as if reminded of his own ethereality, withdrew. ‘Run
for your life!’
There was a blinding flash and the Director dropped to the floor. When he got up again, both the boy and the phantom were gone.

Many, many miles away over the sea there lay a small beach on the Spanish coast. It was
almost deserted, except for one man who lay on the sand, singing softly to himself in
Italian, letting the waves wash over him.
‘Come inside, you, you’ll be frozen solid!’ came a voice from further in land.
‘Alright, alright.’
The man who stood up, shaking his long black hair free of sand. He was wearing a
ruffled white shirt and a pair of black trousers. There was also a black mourning band on
his left arm that was looking extremely worn. He walked briskly up the beach to the
nearby café, scooped up the waitress and carried her out.
‘Hey, hey, what are you doing?’ she asked with mock protest, hammering on his back.
‘Well, the children are with Mia, the café’s closed, how about a little well earned quality
time?’
The woman giggled as she was placed onto the beach, removing her apron and using it
like a beach towel. She lay down next to the man and gazed up at the sky.
‘It’s a beautiful sunset.’
‘Not nearly as beautiful as you my dear.’
‘Oh you say such things…’ They embraced each other and locked lips, hardly noticing
the gentle crashing of the waves around their feet.
Suddenly, a blinding white flash filled the sky, causing the two lovers to pull apart.
‘What on Earth…’
‘Miguel…’ A thin whispery voice seemed to emanate from nowhere. Seconds later, there
was another flash, and the spectral form of Alexander Fortuno hovered over the waves.
‘Alex? How…?’
‘There’s no time for that my friend. I need you to find my son…’
‘Alex…he’s lost… it’s been nineteen years…’
‘No… you must believe me, I’ve seen him…’ Fortuno’s image shimmered and his voice
crackled, like a television broadcast that was being disrupted. ‘There’s a facility…’ By
now, he had almost completely disappeared. ‘Italy…south…S…’
The spectre vanished into the night. Miguel leapt up, startling his partner.
‘Sorry Rosie, but I’ve got to make a call.’
Miguel ran to the café, put on his black jacket and dialled a number he had never
expected to call.
‘Sir?’
‘Miguel? I assume this is not a social call.’
‘No Mr. Liberthine, I need you to help me find Miranda Fortuno.’

Back at the Facility, Dr. Alan Mutor cautiously entered the Director’s room, his head
bowed. He knew exactly why he had been summoned.
‘So… Jason Fortuno, here, in our very own educational Facility. What a coincidence.’ He
turned to face the doctor, who did not look up. ‘Especially since you told me he died a
day after we found him.’
The Director looked at him with the air of a teacher disappointed with a promising but troublesome student.
‘And then, following this, when he attempts to escape, not only do you make no attempt
to stop him, but you prevent Nurse Ellis from doing anything as well.’
Mutor raised his eyebrows.
‘Oh, you can rest assured she has already been punished for her failure.’ He looked up
from the desk. ‘There’s just one thing I want to know.’
Mutor looked back at him, unemotional, despite the danger he was in.
‘Why?’
The doctor did not reply, and the Director sighed, before fixing him with a stern glare.
‘I can’t just let you get away with this.’
The Doctor spoke for the first time, without a trace of fear in his voice.
‘Do whatever you have to do.’ He looked up, returning the Director’s gaze.
‘Very well.’
Miguel took the final few steps to the edge of the cliff and waited. Rosemary joined him,
having hastily put on a rather masculine tank top, denim jacket and jeans. Miguel stood
absolutely silent and unmoving from his vantage point, and stared intensely out to sea.
Rosemary was worried; it was not like her husband to be so serious.
‘When will he be here?’
‘Soon. He doesn’t like to stand on ceremony.’
At that moment, a new star seemed to sparkle into life. It rushed towards the cliff top,
leaving behind a trail of brightly coloured light before exploding in front of Miguel and
Rosemary. When the dust from the explosion cleared, the ambassador of the Conclavestood before Miguel and Rosemary, dressed, as ever, in his black suit and clutching the umbrella that constituted his staff.
‘Arbiter.’
‘Miguel Carrera. Mrs. Carrera.’
They briefly, awkwardly shook hands.
‘Would you now like to explain what you called me here for?’ The Arbiter spoke softly,
his accent and inflection untraceable.
‘I’ve just spoken to Alexander.’ The Arbiter raised a sceptical eyebrow.
‘Impossible.’
‘I did, I saw him and so did Rosemary, I swear it. He told us…that Jason was alive and in
the south of Italy.’
‘Oh?’ The Arbiter’s usually emotionless face registered intrigue. ‘Did this spirit of the
night happen to pass on exactly where his son was located?’ There was a trace of sarcasm
in his voice that Miguel was notorious for evoking.
‘No. But I think it’s at least worth a try to look for him…I’ve nothing else to do.’ He
added, seeming almost afraid that he would lose his trademark nonchalance. ‘I owe it to
Alexander and Miranda.’
The Arbiter sighed heavily. He wanted to dismiss Miguel’s suspicions, but he too felt a
burden of debt to the Fortunos following his role in their exile. And what was more,
Jason Fortuno had not been an isolated case; many sorcerers had lost their children in
mysterious circumstances around the same, perhaps if they found him, they might found
the others as well.
‘Are you certain you saw this spectre?’
‘I am. From what I recall, the old tales tell of such things happening at the times of great
turmoil.’
The Arbiter scoffed.
‘Legends and hearsay. I thought you were a realist Mr. Carrera.’ Miguel held his gaze,
until the messenger of the Conclave had to look away. ‘Very well. I will speak to the
Conclave directly as soon as possible.’ He turned to leave.
‘Wait…’ The Arbiter turned back. ‘Do you know where we can find Miranda?’
The Arbiter sighed heavily.
‘I do…but I think it would be wise for you to leave her undisturbed… she has not been
herself since her husband died… I doubt you could get through to her.’
‘It is worth a try…Simon.’
The Arbiter smirked.
‘Always one for a lost cause… Miguel.’ He smiled. ‘I know I shouldn’t like you, but I
do.’
Miguel smirked. Then the moment of humour had passed, and it was all business again.
‘I will speak with you once I reach an agreement with the Conclave. Farewell.’
He bowed, waved his umbrella in the air and disappeared in another stream of coloured
light.

Bianca White sat in the dormitory waiting, while her roommates sat and read the dog-eared, custom made sorcery books provided by the Facility. Lewis and Patricia both sat in
silent surprise, relieved that they had not been punished, their eyes fixed on the text as
though hoping they would sucked into their literature.
‘Aren’t either of you worried about Jason?’
The two looked up at her, momentarily startled by the sudden breaking of the quiet mood.
‘We are, Bianca, we are.’ Patricia replied after a few seconds. ‘But right now, we’re just
lucky to be alive.’
‘That’s a bit melodramatic, they never actually ki…’
The other two students had fallen silent, because at that moment, Nurse Ellis appeared in
the doorway, with two guards. Unusually, and despite the fact that she had clearly tried to
cover them, the Nurse was sporting a nasty looking black eye and thick lip.
‘Miss White, come with me please.’ Bianca stood up, trance-like, and followed the Nurse
out. Nurse Ellis regarded the two remaining occupants of the room with great contempt
before firmly slamming the door.

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Chapter Twenty One: The Director

Jason had never felt so afraid. He had never met the Director, or even seen him; his entire perception of the man was based on shadowy rumours. In fact, he wasn’t sure if any student in the Facility really had met the man. Some suggested he was just a figure created to keep the Facility running. At that moment, Jason certainly hoped so.

He was frogmarched through new, unfamiliar corridors to a large red door. The door was pushed inwards into a well-furnished, yet poorly lit office. The guards thrust him in, and shut the door behind, leaving the room completely dark.
‘So you are Jason are you not?’
The voice drifted from out of the darkness, seeming to come from all around the room. It made the hairs on the back of Jason’s neck stand on edge, and any impudent retorts died in his mouth.
‘Yes sir.’
Jason felt compelled to answer this voice, which sounded both sinister and pleasant at the same time.
‘Jason…Fortuno.’ The Director’s voice grew cold with malice. ‘I have never encountered you before. According to my records, there is no Jason Fortuno in this Facility; he died some years ago in infancy. Yet you performed a very admirable escape attempt for someone who does not exist… please, take a seat.’
Jason felt behind him for a chair, and sat down, taking in his surroundings and scanning the room for a way out.
‘You are aware of course that escape is impossible.’
‘I almost escaped today…’
The Director snorted with derision.
‘Almost. But you failed… Do you not think others have tried to escape the same way as you? He smiled now, as though pleased by Jason’s progress. ‘Did it not seem too easy? The guards, the location of the exit?’ He chuckled.
‘Still, you needn’t worry about that now. It took some nerve to make such a move, and it is only those who have the bravery and cunning to get so far who become my elites. Just like you, Jason. You have spirit beyond that of your companions. And courage… courage to confess to such a deed. I am surprised Dr. Mutor didn’t bring you to my attention before.’
‘Perhaps you should be talking to him then…’ Jason began, desperate to escape the chilling atmosphere of the office.
‘Oh, I’m not blaming you, I was merely commenting. Besides, I know the good Doctor has a lot on his mind.’ The coldness returned to his voice and he leant forward, giving Jason a brief glimpse of the light reflecting off his black glasses before he retreated back into the darkness.
‘Who are you really…and why have you brought me here?’ Jason asked, trying to show bravery despite the fact that he was shaking all over.
The Director sighed.
‘Why? Because, Jason, you show promise. Had I learned of your existence years ago, then I could have provided you with more comfortable accommodation.’
‘Why me? Why not Paul Spencer, he’s always eager to suck up to someone.’
‘Because you are special, Jason. I thought I’d lost you a long time ago, but yet, here you are, right under my very nose. And today, you displayed great courage and strength… just like your father.’
‘My father?’
‘I worked with your father before you were born; we were both part of the same business.’
‘Where is he… is he still alive?’
‘Alas no.’
Jason’s face, which for a brief moment had lit up, darkened.​
‘We were very alike, he and I. He didn’t share some of my beliefs about sorcery, which is a shame, but I think you might. I want you to be my right arm, the youthful voice of the sorcerous world, ready to adapt to the changing face of the twentieth century.’
‘He was not a necromancer then?’
‘He performed some necromancy in his day. I had the greatest respect for him, and it’s that respect that makes me offer you this choice.’

Jason regarded the man suspiciously. He seemed agreeable enough, yet Jason was somehow concerned by the Director’s manner. This man had kept thirty children under his control, away from their true parents. Was this the kind of man he wanted to call friend?
‘Now… you are aware from your classes that the ultimate purpose of this facility is to train gifted students as sorcerers. But are you aware of why?’
‘Erm… to help you conquer the planet?’ he replied, in a tone suggesting something between sarcasm and sincerity.
The Director paused for a moment, deadly serious, before throwing his head back and laughing enormously.
‘No… no of course not. I fear you have been reading too many books. We are going to teach them, not to fight them. Humanity’s greatest flaw is its ignorance, and we are going to heal that flaw. You, I, and every last student in that facility.’
‘But you keep these students here against their will. Shouldn’t it be their choice whether to embark on this mission or not, however righteous it may be?’
The Director smiled.
‘Your compassion is admirable Jason. Unfortunately, bringing these young people here was the only way to protect them from humanity… they are beginning to learn that we are not just figures from myth. And the sorcerous authorities, obstructive bureaucrats that they are, would not have let me put this plan into practice had I taken a more… shall we say, polite way of recruiting agents.’

Jason hesitated. His father had refused this man’s offer, but for all he knew, his father had been an unreasonable man. And if he stood at the Director’s side, he might be able to curb any more radical tendencies the man might have.
‘If I agree to join you…if… will you promise to give the students their freedom?’
‘Once we can ascertain that they are no longer threatened by humanity, then of course. They will be allowed to live their lives as they choose.’ The Director stood up.
‘So, do we have an accord?’

He went to shake hands with Jason, but the youth flinched and recoiled.
‘Mr. Fortuno, we are cementing a partnership that will lead to a better future. Show a little courtesy.’
The Director stepped forwards and Jason saw him fully for the first time. He was tall, in the middle age of his life, a few tiny wisps of blonde hair lost amongst the vast amount of grey on his head. He was wearing a simple black sweater despite the heat, and his eyes were unreadable, shielded by a pair of octagonal black tinted glasses.
‘Do we have a deal?’
‘Yes.’
The two joined hands and there was suddenly a massive explosion of white light.
‘No…not him…anyone but him…’

Chapter Twenty: The Escape

Jason returned to Dr. Mutor’s classroom shortly afterwards to verify his choice of topic with his teacher.
‘An interesting choice. Not a popular one… although I suspect that’s why you selected him, is that right Jason?’
Jason nodded. He liked Dr. Mutor.
‘The Grecian wars will be a good place to focus on, and the whole feud with his brother Stefano is a very juicy topic. But be careful to get your facts right when writing about the Battle of Bordeaux, it’s a pet subject of mine.’ He smiled, and Jason forced himself to do the same.
‘I’m sure I can trust you to avoid bias.’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Have a good day now Jason.’

At exactly 8: 30, the students filed out back to their dormitories as usual, but as the lights in the main hall flickered out, one of the guards noticed a student crouching beneath the table, so well concealed that he had almost missed him. Moving towards the table, he was sent suddenly flying through the air by an outstretched foot. He did not have time to pick himself up before he was seized upon by the young sorcerers, who had been hidden behind the serving counter.
‘All too easy.’

Maurice, the Head of Security at the Facility, was standing watch at the doors to the living quarters when a guard in a hazard suit approached him, leading three students by the shoulder.
‘I’m taking these three to see Nurse Ellis, they have complained about feeling…unwell. I think there may be a virus going around.’
Maurice raised one eyebrow and snorted.
‘They’re probably pretending…’
He was cut short as one of the children vomited on his shoes. Maurice sighed, raised his other eyebrow and, making a gesture with the baton from his belt, cleared the mess away.
‘One at a time then, you know the regulations.’
‘Yes sir.’
The guard led the sick child past him, whilst the remaining youths stared silently at the floor.

After turning the corner and heading swiftly down a series of corridors, the guard and his young charge reached one of the four main outer doors of the facility. There were two guards standing outside the door. The guard motioned for the student to hide behind the corner, before disappearing outside.

‘Maurice sent me to relieve you; he needs to talk to one of you about a rumoured breakout.’
The guards looked suspiciously at him. Unlike most of the security forces stationed in and around the Facility, they did not wear hazard suits, and were clad in simple black uniforms. They had been hired for their size and their lack of expense rather than their brains, and it clearly showed.
‘Why only one of us?’
‘Because he needs to ask some questions about an event that happened earlier, and I’m the only guard on reserve. If he sent for both of you, there’d only be me to guard this place and that’s against protocol.’
There was a long pause, and the hooded guard asked, very slowly and deliberately:
‘Do you un-der-stan-d me?’
The security personnel nodded dumbly at him.
‘Good. Off you go then.’
The guards nodded dumbly, and one of them made his way back into the building.
‘Glad we can be alone.’

After dealing with the guard with a well timed strike to the back of the head, and checking to see that Bianca had managed to intercept his companion, Jason removed his hood and breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Hey, we’re not out yet.’
‘Still, good job dealing with him.’
She smirked at him and raised a playful eyebrow.
‘You managed to do it, just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t knock someone unconscious.’
They both took a deep breath, before stepping outside the building and quietly making their way up the nearby hill. The slope was steeper here than at the front entrance of the Facility, but it was also less well defended.
‘Almost there. Can you believe it? We’re actually…’ An owl hooted nearby, startling the two escapees. It was only then that they saw Maurice Kendall, with the said bird on his shoulder, flanked by three guards. Next to him stood Paul Spencer, smirking triumphantly.
‘You kids didn’t really think I believed you did you?’
There was no chance of escape. Moving surprisingly fast for a man of his bulk, Maurice whipped a baton from his tyrian purple duffel coat and aimed it at his young targets. They fell to the ground, as though struck by some invisible force. Maurice slowly approached them, the ground crunching beneath his boots as he pointed the baton at Jason’s face.
‘So, whose idea was this? Yours or your lady friend’s?’
Jason hesitated, until Maurice directed his weapon at Bianca.
‘Mine sir. She was just an accomplice.’
‘He’s lying Mr. Kendall; he’s covering for her…’ Spencer began.
‘Shut up. If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.’ Kendall silenced him with a glare, before turning back to Jason.
‘It was all my idea.’ Jason repeated.
‘Are you sure? Because if I find out you were lying…’
‘Why would I sacrifice myself for nothing?’
Maurice considered this, and lowered his baton.
‘I think you need to spend some time with the Director.’