The World Walkers: Aerith: Guinevere: Walking Into A Trap (part 4)

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“That’s just wonderful,” Donovan muttered, shaking his head. “Multiple people travel through doors all the time.”

“On the lost worlds, and Kniroch’s sibling worlds, it’s normally different. The doors to Aerith, Taithmarin, and Kankirin failed because the worlds wanted them to, so when they permit anyone from one of the Walker’s worlds to travel here there are strict conditions. “ Guinevere looked around the shelter, wondering what else she was going to find. “One of the main conditions is usually that only one person at a time is permitted through them and I think the only reason you managed to come through was because you were holding on to me.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’ve travelled to the lost worlds before.” Shrugging, she passed Donovan the blanket, and made her way over to the small kitchen area. “Aerith I’ve been to three times now, I went to Kankirin twice and I never want to go back, and I don’t know how I did it but I ended up on Taithmarin once.”

“The Council always said it wasn’t possible to travel to the lost worlds. I think even the fae don’t believe that the lost worlds still exist, but…” Donovan sighed. “Here I am on Aerith. It’s impossible to disbelieve in somewhere when you’re there.”

“For a time I didn’t believe the lost worlds existed, but when I found myself on Kankirin I had to deal with exactly the same thing.” Guinevere smiled as she looked through the supplies. “I was unlucky to have ended up on Kankirin first. If I could have chosen a lost world to visit it would have been Taithmarin.”

“Do you think we’ll be here for long?”

“There’s no way to know.” Guinevere moved to one of the other cupboards, hoping for some dried fruit. “The last time I was on Aerith I was here for a year and when I was on Taithmarin I was there for three years.”

“You look too young.”

“It was travelling to Taithmarin that did it. Their calendar is very different to that of the majority of the other worlds and when I stepped through the door it changed me. So far I’ve lived one lifespan of my race already. I don’t know how much longer I’ll live, but I want to do the most with it that I can.”

“So you became an assassin?”

“Being an assassin isn’t necessarily a bad thing.” With one hand Guinevere pulled out what looked like a cloth bag full of dried apple and turned with it to look at Donovan. “I do my best to make certain that I only accept jobs when I’m certain the person I’m going after is doing something that’s affecting someone else badly. The man you took the place of…” She shook her head. “The Web would have been a better place without him.”

“You don’t know that for a fact. He might be able to change now he has a chance and he knows how close he was to dying.” Donovan shrugged. “There are no definites in life, Guinevere.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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