Chapter Six Continued
Going Nowhere, Fast
Willow sat cross-legged on a crumbling window ledge, flicking through the pages of a black leather book with fat gold hinges that Drake had managed to “borrow” from an Antique Book Dealers. ‘Here it is,’ she said, clearing her throat, ‘The Emerald Key is not a key as such, but a magickal text that allegedly allows the reader to unlock all of the wisdom in the Universe and, because of this, anyone who possesses it can wield great power.
‘It was the first book ever to be created and was written by the God Mercury at the request of Zeus so that he had a full record of everything he possessed. Unfortunately, it was stolen from Mount Olympus, along with fire, by Prometheus who gave it to Hermes Trismegistus, the Book’s Guardian on earth.
‘The Emerald Key has been passed down through generations of Guardians who swore to protect it as Hermes had once done. It is believed that Guardians have included Roger Bacon, Nicholas Flamel and Edward Sampson, among others.’
‘That’s it?’ asked Drake.
‘Yep, apparently the book simply vanished around 1832,’ finished Willow. She dropped the book on to the window ledge and went to sit next to Drake on the sofa.
Drake closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Okay Gizmo, what’ve you got?’
‘Not much more than what Funestus told us,’ said Gizmo. ‘Apparently, that Canches guy-‘
‘The one who wrote the notebook?’ asked Drake.
‘Yeah, he was friends with Nicholas Flamel, one of the most famous Alchemists of all time-’
‘Nicholas Flamel?’ Drake laughed, ‘The crackpot who allegedly created the Philosopher’s stone?’
Gizmo nodded his head. ‘It was Flamel who had the book, he just showed it to Canches. It was The Emerald Key that gave Flamel the instructions on how to create the stone so that he could conquer death-’
‘Conquer death?’ asked Drake, his voice full of scepticism.
‘Don’t ask me,’ shrugged Gizmo, ‘I’m just reading what it says here.’
‘Okay, sorry,’ said Drake. Boy, was this guy sensitive. ‘Do you think you could do some more digging, see what else you can find?’
‘I’ve got Ailsa on to it, if she comes up with anything, I’ll let you know.’
Drake sighed. ‘We have no leads, nowhere to start.’
‘Give it a couple of hours and I’m sure Ailsa will come up with something-’
‘I don’t think we’ve got a couple of hours, Fenrik’s already on to it, I know it.’ Drake banged his fist on the arm of the sofa, ‘If only we knew what he was up to.’
‘What we need is someone magickal, someone who can give us another angle on The Emerald Key. Know anyone at the Uni Giz?’ asked Willow.
‘No, I’m sure-’
‘That’s it!’ said Drake smacking his forehead with the heal of his hand, ‘How come I didn‘t think of that before?’ He jumped up from the sofa. ‘I need to pay an old friend a visit, she’s a Mystick, she’ll know where we need to start.’
‘You know a Mystick? Why haven’t you told us this before?’
Drake shrugged. ‘Her name is Alchymia, she’s helped me out a few times, maybe she’ll be able to help again. She’s a good place to start anyway.’
‘So where do we find her?’
‘Drake, now isn’t the time for jokes-’
‘I’m not joking. It’s an old magickal town to the north-west of here.’ Drake rubbed his chin, deep in thought. ‘Didn’t think I’d go back there so soon. It’ll be dangerous, can’t risk Falkor-’
‘Dangerous, how exactly?’ asked Gizmo, who had stopped flicking his hand over the images on the screen in front of him.
‘Long story. Let’s just say I’m not very welcome there. But still, it’s the only lead we’ve got.’
‘So when do we go?’ asked Willow, jumping off the sofa.
‘We don’t,’ said Drake, grabbing his Zephyr, ‘I go alone.’
‘Drake,’ said Gizmo, ‘you’ll need help.’
‘You,’ said Drake, slapping Gizmo on the back, ‘need to fix the problem you’re having breaking into the Enforcerer’s computers. You also get to send Ailsa to infiltrate Fenrik’s system-’
‘No!’ cut in Gizmo, ‘I can’t allow that, it’s too dangerous, I-’
‘I know, but we need to know what he’s up to, what info he’s got, how close he is to finding it. Find that out and we’ll have half a chance.’
‘And what do I get to do?’ asked Willow, her hands firmly on her hips, her eyes thunderous.
‘You get to stay here and help Gizmo.’
‘Drake? Come on!’
‘I’m going alone.’
‘You’re not even taking Falkor?’ asked Willow, suddenly concerned.
‘Who’s Falkor? asked Gizmo.
‘No, it’s too risky, they’re not exactly pro-dragon where I’m going, and on the subject of Falkor…’
‘Dragon?’ asked Gizmo, swinging around in his chair, ‘no one said anything about dragons-’
‘No Drake, I’m not looking after him,’ said Willow shuddering, the thunder in her eyes now replaced by a look of horror. ‘Look, I like dragons, really, I do, but I couldn’t look after one. Anyway, if you’re not taking him you’re going to need transport. We can use my Metatron, it’s a bike that Gizmo’s souped-up, very fast, very cool, you’ll like it.’
Drake chortled. ’I was only going to ask if you could keep an eye out for him and give me the heads up if anything happens, that’s all. But the Metatron sounds like a good idea.’
‘Great! You get to go on an adventure and I get to babysit a Dragon.’
‘Will someone tell me when we got a pet dragon?’ asked Gizmo.