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Mistress Obsidian sat in her office, staring into the vision bowl. She’d been keeping a near-constant vigil over it, ignoring all signs of fatigue inside her that demanded she sleep, all signs of hunger telling her to eat. Nothing was more important to her than finding Oliver Blue and destroying him once and for all.

But the weariness was becoming hard to fight. She’d lost track of the days. Two? Possibly three? Her life had become staring obsessively into the vision bowl, listening to the constant shouts of Colonel Cain from outside her window as he trained Christopher Blue in the dark arts.

The thought made a smile twitch across her lips. There was no chance of failure this time. Christopher had the most dangerous magic inside of him. Along with the best training the dark army could offer and Chris’s unparalleled murderous desire to kill Oliver, this time they would succeed.

She just wished their mole would hurry up. What use was it sneaking a spy into the Amethyst School for Seers, to set the trap that would lure Oliver out, if they were going to take so long enact the plan?

She may have to conjure up another, one that would speed things along a little. Perhaps she could find someone within the school to manipulate. Throw in a little bit of time travel for fun. In fact, the more she thought of it, the more she realized just how enjoyable it would be. There had to be a student inside the School for Seers who was feeling dissatisfied. Molding an impressionable young mind—just as she had with Malcolm Malice, and now with Christopher Blue—was one of her favorite things to do.

Yes, she would dupe one of the students into doing her bidding.

No sooner had she decided on the new plan, than something in her vision bowl flickered.

Mistress Obsidian jerked up, straight-backed, and leaned closer to the bowl. Through the dark storm clouds that had obscured her view for days, she now saw a shimmering purple light, swirling.

She knew at once what she was looking at. It was a portal. Oliver Blue was on the move.

Excitement crackled through her veins. She watched intently as the image cleared even more. Then her heart jumped in her chest.

There he was! Oliver Blue!

He was standing on a very ornate street. Mistress Obsidian frowned, trying to place the architecture.

“Rome?” she muttered under her breath. “Fifteen hundreds?”

She watched on, revulsion swirling in the pit of her stomach, as Oliver and his pesky little friends all gathered around. Then she noticed another boy hurrying them through the streets.

The group reached a brick wall and the boy pressed a sequence of bricks. The wall hinged open.

Mistress Obsidian knew immediately what was happening. The other boy was a local seer and he was leading Oliver Blue into the safety of his own school! The second they were inside, she’d no longer be able to see him!

Frustration overcame her. She slammed her fists onto the tabletop as fury overwhelmed her. A growl of anger came from her chest.

“No matter where he goes, that pipsqueak always manages to get help!” she cried angrily.

Fuming, she paced over to the window and gripped the sill. She would not endure another three days staring into the vision bowl. She’d seen enough to work out that Oliver Blue was in 1500s Rome. He already had a head start. And support. There was no time to waste.

She threw open the window, ignoring the driving rain that pelted her.

“It’s time!” she roared into the black sky.

Her voice, magnified, boomed through the evening like a peeling bell.

She thundered back to the table and slunk down into her throne. A moment later, she heard the door open. In came Colonel Cain, Christopher Blue, and Malcolm Malice, responding to her summoning. They looked like drowned rats, covered in mud, their cheeks bright red with exertion. It was satisfying to see them that way.

“Sit,” she told them all brusquely.

They did as she commanded. Absolute obedience was Mistress Obsidian’s favorite thing.

“I’ve tracked Oliver Blue,” she announced. “There is no time to waste. You must travel to him immediately.”

Christopher’s face was aghast. “But I’ve been training since sunrise. It’s almost midnight. I’m exhausted.”

Mistress Obsidian felt irritation crackle through her. They were always so whiny, these students. She gave them the best education, the darkest powers, every chance to thrive and succeed and take over the universe, and all they ever did was complain.

“I have sat here for three days waiting for this signal,” Mistress Obsidian told him. “When you’ve done the same, then you can talk to me about being tired.”

She paused. On reflection, maybe Christopher had a point. Sending two tired seers on this task was a fool’s errand. They’d need support, at least until they’d rested and rejuvenated their powers.

“You can each take another with you,” she said. “Lookouts who can watch over you when you need to sleep. But you must decide quickly. Who will you take?”

“Natasha Armstrong,” Malcolm said without missing a beat.

“A good choice,” Mistress Obsidian replied. Natasha was one of the students who attended her gifted and talented class. She would make a fine addition to the mission. “Christopher?”

Chris floundered. “I don’t know anyone. I’ve never had a chance to make any friends here.”

“Then take someone you met from your last mission,” Mistress Obsidian told him impatiently, trying to hurry him along. “Whoever you felt helped you the most.”

“Madeleine,” Christopher said, shrugging.

Mistress Obsidian scoffed. “Madeleine? The carrot top whose mouth I zipped shut the other day? Very well. It’s your choice.”

She tapped into her seer powers, searching within herself for the surge of energy she needed to move atoms. She knew every nook and cranny of her precious school, and it was easy for her mind to latch on to the exact locations where Madeleine and Natasha were sleeping. This would be quite a rude awakening for them.

Using all her glorious talent, Mistress Obsidian grabbed hold of their atoms and moved them, tugging them all the way into her office. She rearranged them again, until the two girls materialized in front of her.

They both blinked, looking startled, their cheeks flushing red as they realized they were standing in their nightgowns in the middle of the head teacher’s office.

“Madeleine. Natasha,” Mistress Obsidian announced, “today is your lucky day. Today, you are going on a very important mission, one that will result in the annihilation of Amethyst’s once and for all. Today, you are going to Rome. Today you will kill Oliver Blue.”