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269 Lisa: The Farmhouse

LISA

The entire world shakes and shudders, and I wake with a jolt. "Earthquake!"

"We landed, you idiot." Elverly scowls at me. "Next time, don't use me as a pillow."

"Don't take her vitriol seriously, Lisa. She's the one who covered you with a blanket." The Grand Sage nods toward me, and I glance down, surprised to see a flannel fabric about as large as a baby's blanket. She yanks it off me with a huff, folding it and tucking it under her arm, where it disappears.

I blink.

"Where did it go?"

*Dimensional storage, The Grand Sage tells me, pushing different buttons. The vibration of the room ceases. "Stay here. I'm going to check on matters, and the cloaking device isn't enough to cover everyone outside"

A hatch above us creaks open, letting in a sliver of light that makes me squint. I hold my breath, not daring to move as the Grand Sage maneuvers his way between Elverly and me. His robes brush against my arm, and I catch a whiff of something herbal-sage, maybe?

Funny. Sage for sages.

my

As he climbs, I can't help but stare at the rungs he's using. Were those there before? I wrack brain, trying to remember if I'd noticed them during our journey, but come up blank. It's possible they were there all along, hidden in the shadows of this cramped space.

But it's more probable that they popped out of the wall when he was pressing one of those many buttons.

The Grand Sage's feet disappear through the hatch, and I strain my ears, trying to catch any sound from above. The silence remains unbroken, broken only by my own shallow breathing and the faint rustle of Elverly's clothes as she shifts in her seat.

"Do

I whisper, but Elverly cuts me off

quiet. Got

to fidget. The waiting is excruciating. How long has it been since the Grand Sage left? A minute? Five? Time seems

above snaps me back

and I blink against the sudden influx of light. The Grand Sage's

he says, but his words

gracefully rising from her seat and climbing the

269 Lisa The Farmhouse

protesting after being cramped for so long. As I near the top, I can't help but look down, curiosity getting

seamlessly into. the wall, as if they've always been a part of it. Another bit of magic? Or some kind of advanced technology?

an old barn, dusty sunlight

hell did we magically

to ask, but I already know the explanation will

the middle of the floor, looking for all the world like an oversized metal egg with a flat top. If I hadn't just climbed out of it, I'd never believe it

ask, unable to contain my

turns with a faint frown. "We did not go far. About

the Westwood

happy to be here." Glancing around, I ask, "Are you sure it's

It certainly seems quiet.

slapping a white bracelet onto it. Elverly gets the same treatment. "This is in case we are parted. If anything happens, come here and press the green button on your bracelet. It's programmed for the next destination. Don't wait for any

I

Use a pseudonym, if you must. His nose

the barn. My eyes dart around, taking in the vast expanse of farmland stretching out before us. Horses and cows graze peacefully in nearby paddocks, oblivious to our status as refugees. A cluster

and I can't help but share her sentiment. This place seems a little too worn down to be considered a

no one would expect to find two

us to follow him towards