Chapter 1: Revelation

Chapter 1: Revelation

For some reason, there was one of them at the funeral.

Ever since Callum Wells was young hed seen things. People. Things that were people, or people that were things. The not-quite-human. They were not very common, but not so vanishingly rare that he could write it off as imagination. Hed mentioned it, once, as a child, and the doctors had prescribed pills. Callum Sr., paranoid soul that he was, had stopped his son from taking them after a week when they did no more than make him fuzzy and stupid.

Callum didnt mention what he saw again. But that didnt mean he stopped seeing them. Mostly, it was people with the wrong color skin, the wrong ears, the wrong eyes. The wrong proportions. Sometimes it was just people that nobody else seemed to notice, walking as if they were invisible.

It was one of the invisible people who had come by, walking around the edges of the small crowd. The person in question was a short man, looking entirely human but dressed in bright blue and wearing a beret, which was one reason Callum knew he was neither a mourner nor even visible. At least some people should have glanced at the flamboyant man but nobody did. Nor did the man really seem to pay attention to the mourners, instead wandering between them and the coffins and kneeling down to inspect something on one of the nearby gravestones. He glanced up and made eye contact with Callum. Immediately Callum relaxed his gaze, looking past the not-person.

It was a skill hed had to learn in lieu of the drugs. People stared off into space a lot, but they didnt focus on things that werent there. The invisible man frowned at Callum, leaned to one side, and when Callums eyes didnt track him, shrugged and continued onward. Irrational anger kindled in Callums gut at the mans disrespect. Even if he was invisible to everyone else, he could have at least waited half an hour for the funeral to be over. He was lucky Callum was not in as dark a mood as he might have been at his parents graves.

In a way the funeral was a mere formality. There was pain, yes, but it was a dull ache rather than anything sharp. His parents had been pushing ninety and hed visited them in hospice for years before theyd finally passed away. It hadnt been a surprise, and hed done most of his mourning before medical science caught up with what was already certain.

He was aware, and had been since he was young enough to count, that their relative ages meant that his parents had either flouted biological law or were taking care of a grandchild. Considering how much he looked like Callum, Sr., adoption was not a possibility. His birth certificate claimed Callum Sr. and Mary as his parents, and hed decided he was fine with that.

In the end, it wasnt important. He didnt feel the need to muse on such unweighty matters, especially not during the funeral. Especially when he was distracted by carefully not looking at the invisible man snooping around the graveyard.

Callum? He blinked, and looked at Miss Mosley, one of his parents friends who was practically an aunt and an octogenarian herself. She reached out to take his hand and patted it soothingly. Its okay, dear.

Thank you, Miss Mosley, Callum said, properly going back to ignoring the man crashing the funeral. We all knew it was coming, but now that its here

Yes, I know. When you get to my age, you go to so many funerals. Miss Mosely said, a little sadly.

Dont be maudlin, Callum said. I know theyre better off now. He wasnt sure how devout he really was, but at the very least he was a consistent churchgoer. The wisdom of the faith was at least some comfort. Come on, well go to that breakfast place you like.

Oh, you spoil me, dearie, Miss Mosley said, but didnt turn down the invitation. She did, however, stand respectfully and quietly to one side as he set one of the flower arrangements on a different grave. It was one somewhat older, grave and grief both worn and weathered by time.

Selene Wells had died when theyd been married just three years, of one of those terrible incidents of fate. A brain aneurysm, completely undetectable before the event, had dropped her in her tracks at a restaurant one day. It wasnt anyones fault, there was nobody to blame, not even himself, but even half a decade later he still felt rather hollow when he thought about her.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Standing there staring at the gravestone, he realized he was out of family. Selene had moved down to be with him, and her family hadnt been thrilled. When she died, theyd cut contact completely. He didnt have any brothers or sisters, and whatever cousins were around were scattered across the country.

After the breakfast, after the mourners had dispersed, Callum set his jaw and went back to work. It might not have been the best reaction, but at least he had a current client and could lose himself in the process for a while. As an architectural consultant, he could more or less make his own hours, but more and more often he found those hours were pretty long. Longer than most self-made thirty-year-olds might choose.

Despite his preoccupation, he made the time in the following weeks to go to the gym or go biking or shooting on a regular basis. Not that he much felt like it, but in addition to the general caution hed inherited from Callum, Sr., Selenes death had made Callum paranoid about his health. Considering the complaints of some of his clients, who were no older than he was, at the very least staying in shape was doing him favors.

Hey! The owner of the gym waved as Callum headed toward the equipment. Though hed introduced himself as Shahey, Callum was pretty sure that wasnt his name. Shahey was maybe five feet tall, but completely covered in red-orange scales and had a reptilian head rather than a humanoid one. Despite that, his ability to pronounce English was fairly good, though if he listened clearly he could hear the oddness of the different mouth shape creeping in.

Mister Shahey, Callum greeted him, extending his hand and pretending the massive claws the not-human had didnt bother him, no matter how delicately they were used.

Havent been in for a while, Shahey observed, not quite asking a question.

Been doing some stuff, he said, not quite answering.

It happens, Shahey agreed. So, could you do me a favor?

Maybe, Callum answered cautiously.

Marie there just started coming in, Shahey said, tilting his head in the direction of a young woman who wasnt out of shape but clearly didnt have much muscle tone. Thought maybe you could help her out.

Callum gave him a look, but he couldnt read whatever expression was on the reptilian face. It was probably something appropriately innocent on whatever human face most people saw, but that was just a guess. He wasnt sure if Shahey really needed help, or was trying to set him up with a prospective gym bunny, but it wasnt that great an imposition. He headed over to where Marie was fiddling with a hammer lift machine and lifted his hand in greeting.

Hey, the gym owner said you could use a bit of orientation?

I could! Marie flashed him a smile, which he took with good grace. He still wasnt entirely comfortable with flirting, even so many years later. Maybe someday he would be, but it wouldnt be that day.

He was actually a little surprised by the attention Marie paid him, since he considered himself solidly average, though fit. Callum certainly didnt have the muscles of some of the regulars. It was more than a little flattering, and he had to admit it buoyed his mood, at least until Marie crumpled in the middle of a set.

Marie! He grabbed her on the way down, wincing as he banged himself on the side of the machine, and looked around to ask for help when three people burst through the front door of the gym. West Virginia was, for all the jokes, a quiet state, and he lived in a quiet town, one that had shifted from mining to biotechnology without much changing size. Gyms were not generally considered prime targets for robberies and city violence was not something he worried about, so he was completely baffled and blindsided when the three lifted guns and started shooting.

He hurled himself behind the equipment, dimly registering that the gunmen werent entirely human. Nor was their target. Their pistols cracked as they aimed at Shahey, but the bullets just seemed to bounce off his scales. The lizard-man rounded to face them and opened his jaws, and an instant migraine slammed Callum backward, stars dancing in front of his eyes as there was a sudden thunder.

Heat scorched his face and when he blinked his vision clear, Shahey was gone. So were the gunmen. There was only a curtain of fire on that side of the gym, hot enough that the glass slumped and ran in little puddles. Callum stared for a moment, then coughed as acrid smoke rolled in. The sprinklers went off, to no effect, and he realized that everyone had to get out. He had to get everyone out. A quick glance around found that everyone was unconscious save for him, and for no apparent reason. The fire was hot, but not that hot.

Since there were no more gunmen or guns, Callum dashed to the free weights and simply threw a barbell through the front window. Despite hurling the thing as hard as he could, the safety glass didnt shatter dramatically, but it was good enough. He used a smaller one to sweep the shards before starting to haul bodies, starting with Marie.

The fire was clearly not a normal blaze, since it spread faster and was far hotter than any normal fire should be. By the time he got the second person out he was having to crawl under the smoke. It had only been a few seconds, and the wall of fire was licking along the ceiling and the floor both.

Callum knew he should call it in, but there were only five other people in the gym. Four of them were close enough to the windows that he could pull them outside easily, it was just the last one who was slumped on an elliptical machine in the back. But the air was hot, too hot, searing his lungs and making him lightheaded as he crawled toward the unconscious woman, but he thought he could handle it.

Until the too-fast fire brought down the roof. Or rather, the massive fans and rows of televisions and electrical wiring, plummeting down with a horrendous noise. The collapse sent a shower of liquid sparks over the ground. And over him.

Callum screamed and then swore as a drop seared through his bicep, adrenaline damping the pain enough to keep him moving, coughing and crawling away from the mess. The woman toppled off the elliptical after a single pull, but he had no idea what to do with her. He could barely breathe, the smoke filling the air and obscuring the tangle of junk in the way. If that wasnt bad enough, his headache was back, migraine lights flashing over his visual field.

Darkness closed in from the sides but Callum kept crawling. He could almost see the opening to the outside despite the detritus in the way, and lights flashed across his eyes as he reached out in that direction, envisioning himself there as if by hope alone he could get there. His vision flashed, and suddenly he was, sucking in fresh air and dropping the poor suffocating woman on the ground next to the other victims.

The rough concrete dug into his hands as he tried to lever himself upright, wheezing as he dug for his phone. Part of him found it strange there were no sirens already, but it wasnt a movie set. In the real world emergency services took time to arrive. He was dialing when a voice startled him.

What are you doing?

A variety of options occurred to him, ranging from the prosaic to the extreme, but he didnt know enough to seriously consider any of them. Instead he took out his phone, which had no signal, of course, and started listing questions to ask whoever came by to talk to him. Safe questions. He certainly wasnt going to ask why hed been able to see supernatural things since he was a kid, not without knowing the repercussions of such a thing. It would be wonderful to know, but handing information to secret organizations was not a smart move.

***

Carrie is going to have your hide for leaving a magic-blocker on a suspect like that, Supervisor Tharin observed. Agent Jahn was one of the more useful agents for the Guild of Arcane Regulation, and hed been absolutely right about the trouble a dragon-blooded would get into, but sometimes his judgement was odd. Im surprised hes still conscious.

He didnt even notice it. If anything, it seemed to make him feel better, Jahn replied.

But youre sure hes not a mundane?

Oh, completely. The security system knocked out every mundane around, which is one reason I doubt old Scaletooth started things. Hes pretty good about keeping things quiet. Mister Wells there not only stayed awake, but I felt him use some kind of magic while evacuating the mundanes.

Laudable. But hes not registered. Therin pulled up the entry on his computer. Callum Wells, Jr., age thirty. Parents, Callum and Mary Wells, deceased. No notes or records in our system at all.

He professed complete ignorance, too. Im actually inclined to believe him. Jahn looked at the scrying window, which showed the suspect entering questions about magic and the supernatural into his phone. Its not just the ignorant act, because I suspect he does have suspicions. Maybe he saw someones glamour slip in the past or something. But he really didnt have any idea what this was.

Jahn tapped the wrist tattoo that every magic-using or even magic-sensitive human was required to get. His had pips for wind and fire inside the open circle of a GAR agent, while Therins had pips for illusion and kinesis. The magical tattoos integrated themselves into any major glamour and resisted any minor one, serving to mark everyone inside their world to each other. Their skills, power level, and authority.

So how the hell did an actual mage, however weak, make it to thirty without coming to our attention? In fact, how did a mage appear from a completely mundane bloodline in the first place? Therin frowned at the illusion of Callum sitting in the chair.

Im glad thats not my worry. Jahn shrugged. I just bring em in. I dont solve mysteries.

Well, hes also a witness to what went down with Scaletooth, so well start there, Therin decided.

Good luck, Jahn said dryly. Therin rolled his eyes and cloaked himself in a subtle glamour that made him look older and more heavyset, grizzled and out of shape rather than young and lethal. The arcane portal opened itself for him as he stepped into the room, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and Callum jumped.

Good afternoon, Mister Wells, Therin said. There are a number of items to go over with you, but Id like to start with the incident at Shaheys Fitness Center.

Okay, Callum said, studying Therin. There was something a little odd about that look, and Therin understood what Jahn had meant. It was a touch too knowing, without actually holding the proper understanding someone who had been immersed in the magical world would have. There isnt much to tell, though.

Thats fine, Therin assured him, taking a seat across from Callum.

Well, three men burst in the front door and started shooting. I dived behind the arm press, and I saw they were shooting at a short man with scales. They hit him a couple times, and then everything vanished in fire. I started getting people out, but the shooters and the scaled man were just completely gone.

Therin pursed his lips. That was straightforward, and actually a relief. Someone attacking the dragonblooded meant that he didnt have to worry about bringing Scaletooth in. Or trying to hold him accountable for the cleanup. The bullets must have had magic disruptors if Scaletooths glamour dropped, which meant the attackers didnt really know what they were dealing with. Or it wasnt really meant to hurt him.

Either way, just knowing that it was an attack using firearms was enough to make a lot of peoples lives much easier. And a number of agents would have to start work, but that was what agents were for.

Anything you can add? Therin prompted. Im sure youve realized the attackers probably werent human. Can you describe them?

Not really, Callum said, shaking his head slowly. They seemed off, but I didnt get a good look.

I see, Therin said. Well, that seems straightforward enough. Plus, the runes in the table hadnt triggered. Detecting lies as such was a tricky business, but it was often possible to establish when someone was putting forth a blatant falsehood. Now, the next item of business. Agent Jahn tells me you profess ignorance of the arcane and the need for mages to register?

Well, yes, Callum replied. I have no idea whats going on here. The runes stayed quiet. A sufficiently skilled mage or just a very clever person could circumvent them easily enough, but the first was impossible with the suppression bracelet on and the second was unlikely. Callum hadnt asked the right questions to be that clever.

Mister Wells, Im sure youve at least gleaned the basics. Magic is real, and so are at least some of the magical creatures youve seen in fiction. Not all of them, heaven knows, but enough. Im not going to give you the whole orientation now. If you were a mundane, you wouldnt be involved. Im sure you noticed that all the other people at the incident were unconscious. He waited for Callum to nod before going on.

Its a very simple magical ward most arcane businesses use, but its weak enough that anyone with their own magic is unaffected. Agent Jahn also said he noticed you using a spell correction, using magic so its clear youre a mage.

I mean Callum shifted uncomfortably. Okay, but Ive never done anything magical in my life. Id think I would know.

Instinctive magic use might not be obvious. We dont have any record of you or your family having any sort of contact with the supernatural, so for the moment Im willing to believe that youre not some kind of rogue, just a late bloomer. Very late. Its a good question how you managed to get to this age without something bringing you to our attention. Callum just shrugged.

What kind of magic do I have? He asked instead. A very good question.

It will require testing. Possibly extensive testing. Unfortunately, we dont have some magic stone that tells us the full extent of a persons magical affinities.

Hmm, said Callum, taking notes on his phone. I have a lot of questions, but I guess the first is, what happens now?

We get you registered and tested, Therin told him. Once we know what your magic is and the basic statistics for your magic use, youll be in our system and we can figure out what youll be doing for your draft.

Excuse me, my what now? Callum said, a bit of a flash in his eyes. Therin was taken aback, but of course, he wouldnt know.

Every mage serves the GAR that is to say, the Guild of Arcane Regulation, the organization that runs supernatural affairs worldwide for a period of time determined by their particular power and specialty, Therin explained. Normally its when theyre quite a bit younger, but you started late.

But I have a job and clients, Callum protested.

Mundane ones, Therin waved it away. By the time youre done with your service youll have the skills for a better job anyway. Callum was silent for a moment, clearly unhappy, but Therin wasnt worried. The man would change his mind once he got into the GAR curriculum.

What does this service entail, anyway? Callum asked after a bit.

Oh, education and training, then enforcement like Agent Jahn. Therin paused. Well, Agent Jahn is employed, not drafted, but its kind of the same. Youll probably be deployed near one of the portal realms. Thats where we need personnel the most, anyway.

I see, said Callum. I dont suppose I have a choice? Can I just not bother with all this?

Rogue mages are hunted down by the GAR, Therin told him matter-of-factly. Generally executed, too. Cant have rogues making trouble now, can we?