“Why is that?” Marci asked. “We’re still just people.”
“But there’s a lot more of you,” the lake spirit said, pointing through the dark at her own DFZ, glittering in the distance. “A thousand years ago, the total human population numbered in the hundreds of millions. You were also spread out, with multiple cultures living in isolation from one another. Both of these factors helped to keep the Mortal Spirits in check. With a relatively small population and limited communication, the gouges your collective fears could make in the magical landscape were limited to the size of a large mountain at worst. Dangerous, but still controllable. This is no longer the case.”
Marci could see where this was going. “You’re saying humanity’s gotten too big. But there’s no proof that the new Mortal Spirits will—”
“I don’t need proof,” Algonquin snapped. “I know how spirits work! You said it yourself. Mortal Spirits are what happens when enough people care about the same thing. This is why so many of them revolve around death, becauseeverymortal fears death. But there is a world of difference between a few hundred million people fearing death andnine billion humansdoing the same thing. Can you even comprehend the size of the impression that leaves in the world? Or the spirit that will rise when it finally fills?”
That was a truly terrifying image, but Marci was still skeptical. “So you’re saying you’re doing this to save human lives. You drowned hundreds of thousands of people, and you want me to believe you’re the good guy now?”
“Good has nothing to do with it,” Algonquin said dismissively. “If it was only your deaths, I wouldn’t care. Dying is what mortals do. But humans won’t be the only ones to pay when your Mortal Spirits come. We will all suffer, and unlike mortals who will perish quickly and be freed from the consequences of their mistakes, we immortal spirits will have to stay and deal with the hellyouleft. Even after you’re all dead, the monsters you created could linger on for eons, and when there are no more of you to prey on, they’ll turn onus.”
“But you’re powerful,” Marci said. “Surely—”
“Powerful next to you,” she said. “But no spirit of the land can possibly compare to the monstrosity that is humanity’s ego. We’ll be hopelessly outmatched, and we can’t even die to escape. Your demons will make us their slaves, and the world—this land that was beautiful and perfect before your kind evolved and began destroying it—will fall to ruin. That was what I realized when I woke up and saw what you had done.That’swhat I’m trying to stop. That’s why I’m doing all of this.” She threw her hands out, gesturing over the enormous vista of the endlessly spinning circles and the thing at their center.
“I’ve been doing everything I can to head this problem off for sixty years now,” she went on. “And thanks to the dragons’ generous donation, I’m nearly there. Another few months and I’ll have it. But happy as that makes me, why should I wait if I don’t have to?”
Marci sighed. “I get it,” she said. “You want me to try and stop this. That way, if I fail, you’ll still have your original spirit as a backup.”
Algonquin nodded. “Beautiful, isn’t it? You’re the unexpected gift, Marci Novalli. I usually make it my policy to never trust anything touched by a dragon seer, but a ready-made Mortal Spirit with its human already attached is too good to pass up. If you can figure out how to take the final step and actually become a Merlin, you can take control of the world’s magic as your ancestors did, and we can fix this problem years ahead of schedule. I don’t want you to shut the magic off again. That would send us all back to sleep, and we can’t have that. I just want you to dampen the flow back down to a level that’s too low for Mortal Spirits to survive in. A mute, not a stop, that’s all I’m asking, and if you care anything about our shared future, you’ll do it.”
Marci looked down at her feet. Honestly, Algonquin’s request was a lot more reasonable than she’d expected. Up until now, everyone had talked about Merlins as if they were weapons, but the Lady of the Lakes seemed to see them as tools to prevent apocalypse. But while everything she’d said about increased human population leading to truly monstrous Mortal Spirits made sense given what Marci understood about how spirits worked, she just couldn’t believe they were all as bad as Algonquin made out. Just look at Ghost. He was spooky and dark and even terrifying at times, but he wasn’t evil. Most parts of humanity weren’t. They were just…people. Besides, if all Mortal Spirits were monsters who were going to kill mankind, why was one needed to make a Merlin? Why would a system that made the mages who—if she believed Sir Myron—were the ancient champions of mankind be based around partnering with the very spirits who would destroy them?
And Algonquin is hardly an expert on humanity,the Empty Wind added, his glowing eyes never leaving the Lady of the Lake.She built a city on human suffering and cares more for her fish than the children who die forgotten in its streets. Who is she to say we are evil? What does she know of us?
The dead boy they’d found in the dumpster flashed in front of her eyes, and Marci nodded. She’d known from the moment she arrived that for all its impressive architecture and glittering opportunity, the DFZ was at its core a cruel, pitiless city, mostly because Algonquin had never allowed it to be anything else. She’d steadfastly refused to pass any laws to protect even the most basic human rights, despite petitions from her own citizens. There were no safety nets, no second chances, no representation or guarantees of fair trial. Before, Marci had thought that was because the spirit simply didn’t care. Now, though, it almost felt as though Algonquin wanted to show the world just how bad humanity could be when left to their own devices.
But even when there were no laws to make them, most citizens in the DFZ were good, honest, normal people just trying to make a living. Marci knew that for a fact, because she’d been one of them. So had Ross and Lark and countless others she’d met while living and working in the city, and unlike the spirits of the land, who already had their power, humanity’s magic was just beginning. If she did as Algonquin asked and stopped the magic from rising any higher (assuming that was even possible), she’d be both the first andlastMerlin humanity ever produced. Ghost would fade for good, and never rise again. As for the rest of them, they’d be stuck right where they were now—below spirits, below dragons, beloweverything—forever.
Just the thought made her shake with anger. It didn’t matter what Algonquin threatened, that was a price too high. No amount of possible future spirit Armageddon prevention was worth giving up their entire race’s magical future. Besides, if she really was a Merlin, then there was no way her first act was supposed to be giving up her power and shutting the system down for everyone just because Algonquin thought humans couldn’t handle it. According to Raven, Algonquin didn’t trust humans to handle anything, and once she’d remembered that, Marci knew her answer.
Thank goodness.
Don’t thank me yet,Marci warned.If she’s right, this might be the act of hubris that ends the world.
Better yours than hers,the Empty Wind said, glaring at Algonquin.She thinks she’s a god for no other reason than she’s been here forever. She’d rather kill the true gods and force us all back to a lower time when she was strongest than let the world move on to a future where she doesn’t rule.His glowing eyes narrowed.She’s no better than Bethesda.
Harsh, Marci thought with a wince.Still, there’s no guarantee I’m right.
There never is with anything that matters,he said, reaching out to take her hand.And I’d rather be wrong with you than right in a world that would see me dead before I was born. Besides—she felt him smile in her mind—a mage without audacity is no mage at all.
That made her grin wide. “I knew you were the cat for me,” she said out loud, turning back to Algonquin, who’d been watching their silent exchange with a growing scowl. “We refuse.”
Algonquin’s scowl deepened. “Maybe you don’t understand what’s at stake here.”
“No, we understand,” Marci said, gripping the Empty Wind’s freezing hand as tight as she could. “We just don’t agree. Fear is no reason to throw away opportunity. If I do as you ask, not only will I be denying all Mortal Spirits the chance to rise, I’ll be throwing away every human mage’s chance to become a Merlin themselves. I don’t care what hell you think is coming, it’s not worth that. So that’s our answer. We refuse.”
“Then you are as selfish as the snakes you serve,” Algonquin rumbled, her angry voice losing even the semblance of human tones. “But it makes no difference. As I said, I only took you to give myself two shots at this instead of one and to deny the dragons their potential Merlin. You’ve refused the former, but the latter doesn’t require your participation.”
Her voice was a razor’s edge by the end, and Marci flinched. “So you’re going to kill me?”
The spirit made a show of thinking it over before she shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “Mortal minds are ever changing. We still have a month or so before my spirit is ready to rise, so I’ll just leave you here to think about your future and how long you’d like it to be.”
Marci felt no need to dignify that with a reply. Algonquin was already melting back into water anyway, rolling off the ledge and down the cliff like the mountain stream she’d been when she’d first appeared.
Send your cat when you’re ready to change your mind,her now-disembodied voice whispered.I’ll be waiting.
“Yeah, well, you’re in for a long wait!” Marci yelled, kicking the last of the trickling water off the ledge. She was kicking it again when the Empty Wind joined her.What do we do now?
