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This is what the fairies never wanted you to know…
Edge Tanning gets things done. She vanquished the shadows that threatened Sanctuary, magical home of the fairies, and saved her best friend from the clutches of the Valley—and called the power of Sanctuary to life.
All well and good… except that calling the power of Sanctuary kind of broke the whole of the fairies’ land.
None of her friends want to help. Someone needs to fix it—before Sanctuary fractures forever. But a problem this big? Way too much for one teen girl to handle alone.
Brace yourself for the exciting conclusion to the Sanctuary series: this is what the fairies have been hiding.
CHAPTER ONE
Three weeks.
Three. long. weeks, as long as the trails of raindrops that streaked down the smudgy windows of the old school bus, racing each other on and on and on until it seemed impossible there was any rain left in the drop.
I picked at a worn patch on the corner of the once-bright blue bus seat, where the fabric had worn away and the yellowed foam was showing. Three week. That’s how long it had been since I’d fixed my best friend Gemma, since Scott (bizarrely, now also someone I could sort of call a friend) had destroyed Sanctuary.
Well, the magical, multi-dimensional home of the fairies was a little more robust than that. He hadn’t destroyed it, but he had severely damaged it. Using death magic in a place where you’re only ever supposed to use life magic will—apparently—do that.
I shrugged as the tag of my uniform dress itched my clammy back. Behind me, kids shouted and hooted, and someone way down the back had music blaring from their phone, only half-audible from the front over the chatter and the pattering rain. I leaned against the window as a car shushed past, its tyre kicking up spray that still managed to glitter, even though neither it nor I had seen the sun in two days.
The traffic in front of us eased, and the bus hauled itself around the corner onto the main road just a couple of minutes away from school, indicator clicking time as we went. Outside, the grass had shot up to nearly mid-calf on the side of the road, vivid green in the wet, grey light, exactly the kind of lush that would snap and crunch when you snatched a handful of it. Even the gum trees seemed livelier, their usually dull grey-green more vibrant, deeper, the orange-brown sap stains down their trunks bright—almost as bright as the one broad-leafed street tree that was starting to think about winter, the very topmost leaves tinging reddy-orange around the edges.
I glanced up as someone across the row from me clunked the bus’s top window open to let in some air; the windows were starting to fog, even though the aircon was blasting. The smell of wet dirt and wet asphalt percolated through the bus, and I inhaled deeply as we turned the final corner into the school, bottle-green gates pegged wide open for the day. The smell reminded me of Sanctuary—not because it was similar, but because it was almost the opposite of Sanctuary’s salty, jasmine-scented air—and my stomach twanged with longing.
The bus juddered to a halt, hydraulics hissing as it tilted, the off-road side lowering to minimise the step to the footpath. The student horde around me rose as one, chattering, waving, school bags slinging onto backs and shoulders and in other people’s faces, squashing toes in their careless stampede.
I sighed heavily and slung my navy backpack over my shoulder. Three weeks.
I schlepped off the school bus with the horde, girls in our blue-and-white summer dresses, boys in their crisp white shirts, and made my way up the footpath to school, once again cursing myself for trusting Mrs Caro, Gemma’s mum.
Not that she was an untrustworthy sort of person, of course, but she was an adult, so her sense of priorities was… different. I wanted Sanctuary fixed—needed it fixed, because it was my second home and the thing that had taught me to love small-town Nowra after being dragged here unwillingly from big-city Melbourne. But Mrs Caro was more concerned about keeping everyone safe.
Which, yeah, okay, I admitted as the student horde thinned, clusters heading in different directions to the lockers spread throughout the school buildings, safety was pretty important. Been there, learned that one the hard way.
But Sanctuary was important.
Sanctuary was home.
And Mrs Caro had promised we’d try to fix it. And in the last three weeks, she—and we—had done nothing.
I turned the corner around the orangey bricks of H block and glanced ahead to the bay where my locker lived, an alcove of laminated sky-blue lockers stacked double high, the concrete floor stained by decades of locker detritus. My stomach twisted. Gemma stood in front of my locker, books already clutched to her chest, lip between her teeth as she held her ground against the tide of students swooping in and out to visit their own lockers. Her dark hair seemed even darker in the overcast light, like a cap of shadows pulled back into ponytail, her thick, sweeping fringe nearly hiding her equally dark eyes. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I could avoid her for a little longer—but she saw me and tension melted from her shoulders.
Sighing, I wound my way through the throng of kids to my bottom-tier locker and gave Gem a weary smile as I dumped my bag on the concrete next to it. “Hey.”
“Edge!” she said, practically bouncing on her toes. “You’ll never believe what’s happened!”
I glanced sharply at her. “Sanctuary?”
She deflated a little as pity filled her eyes. “No. You know Mum said we have to wait.”
“Mm.” I rolled the combination on my school-issue lock, popped it open, and busied myself prepping my books for the day. Gem hesitated a second before launching into some meaningless chatter about a kid named Sally, but I mostly tuned her out. There’d been a time when Gem would have been just as eager as me to fix Sanctuary, and her mother’s instructions to wait wouldn’t have bothered her a bit. Would have made her more eager, even.
It wasn’t like I missed the old Gemma, or didn’t appreciate this new one who wasn’t trying to convince me to break the rules every five seconds, but… I shook my head as I gathered my English and art books into my arms. I kicked my locker shut with my bag inside, snapped the lock closed, and nodded vaguely as Gemma paused for my input. “Uh huh.”
She beamed at me and tucked my free arm into hers. “Oh, Edge! Thank you! I knew you’d understand! Come on,” she added as the warning bell rang.
Great. Now I’d just agreed to something she’d obviously thought I wouldn’t, and I couldn’t ask what it was without admitting I hadn’t been listening at all.
Something bumped my other shoulder.
I glanced over to see Scott falling into stride with us, blond hair up in its usual ruffled spikes, black-rimmed knock-off designer glasses in place, and—yup, tie-knot loosened to the precise balance between getting in trouble, and making a statement. “Hey,” I said.
He didn’t look at me. “Hey.”
It still felt a little weird to be walking around the school with Scott like this. I’d moved to Nowra at the end of the last school year, mid-November with only three weeks of school remaining before summer break. The first week had been okay—but then Scott had decided he liked me, and that the most appropriate way to try to get my attention was to tease me in front of his mates.
School had started up again in February after the holidays, and it seemed like I’d be in for more of the same—until Gem and I discovered that Scott had gotten himself tangled up with the power of the Valley, Sanctuary’s magical counterpart—the one you used death magic to get to, the one that had been leaking awful, soul-sucking shadows all over the place and destroying Sanctuary.
The only way to save Sanctuary at the time had been to fight Scott—but then Gemma had gotten tangled up in the Valley too, kind of accidentally, and a few weeks later—three weeks ago, in fact—Scott had helped me save Gem.
In the process, I’d learned that it had been his mother who’d introduced him to death magic—and who he’d been trying to save when he’d gotten connected to the power of the Valley.
I gave my head a little shake as we neared the science block where Gemma and I had roll call first thing every morning. In the past three weeks, Scott had demonstrated that he actually had the capacity to act like a decent human being, and somehow he’d ditched his old mates to become a third member of our friendship group. I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure I could trust him though.
We slowed to a halt behind the small crowd of my roll call, and I glanced over at Scott to ask if he’d been switched into our class or if he just didn’t care about being late to his own—a rhetorical question, of course, since I knew he didn’t care.
I blinked. He seemed fainter than usual, faded somehow.
I turned to Gemma—but she was the same, slightly faded—and, I realised abruptly, not moving.
Neither was Scott.
My heart raced and the edges of my books dug into my fingers. The last time Gem had vagued out like this, it had been because the Valley’s connection with her was strengthening, sapping her energy and her life-force, and necessitating a pretty epic rescue mission—the one that had resulted in Scott kind-of-sort-of mostly breaking Sanctuary.
I bit my lip and leaned close to Gem.
This seemed different, though. The faint fadedness… That was new. And, I realised, looking around more carefully, it applied to everyone. The whole walkway of students seemed faded… and I could smell jasmine, and salt water.
My pulse leapt again, this time in anticipation. Sanctuary! The hall was fading away and everything smelled like Sanctuary. I stared eagerly around, waiting for it to materialise—but it didn’t, and I realised that no one else was moving at all, it was just me, and I hadn’t planted a seed to power the crossing to Sanctuary anyway.
I slumped, exhaling heavily.
The world returned to full colour and people began to move again.
“Did either of you feel that?” I asked softly.
Scott and Gemma stared at me.
“Feel what?” Gemma said.
“Sanctuary,” I murmured. “Everything just… faded. For a moment. I could smell Sanctuary.”
Scott and Gem exchanged glances over my head. I tried not to let it bother me.
“Edge,” Gem said carefully, and now I was bothered, though I tried to keep the irritation from my face. “Are you sure you weren’t just imagining it?”
I tossed my head. “Oh, yeah, you’re right, I have no clue at all what Sanctuary really feels like and I was totally hallucinating.”
“Edge!” Gem said reproachfully. “You know that’s not what I meant.” She glanced at Scott again, who gave a tiny shrug.
“What?” I said. “What are you both not telling me?”
“Nothing,” Scott said, holding Gemma’s eye.
Gem sighed and bumped my shoulder. “He’s right. We’re not hiding anything. It’s just… Well, I know you’re impatient to try to fix Sanctuary, but Scott and I can sense it. It’s not safe to be there right now. If we crossed over—“
“Then maybe we’d have a chance of figuring out what’s going wrong,” I snapped. “And fixing it before there isn’t a Sanctuary left to fix.”
Gem shook her head calmly. “If Sanctuary had been here just now, however that might be, we’d have felt it,” she said. “The connection.”
I ground my teeth. I knew I was the only one in this party not boasting a magical connection to a magical land. She didn’t have to rub my nose in it.
“I’d better get to class,” Scott said, and the world nearly ended.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, because being on time is so important to you, we know.”
He patted the top of my head and I was tempted to growl and snap at his fingers. This little doggy was not tame. “See you round,” he said.
He disappeared into the crowd and I rolled my eyes again. “I really think—“ I turned to Gem as the teacher opened the door to our roll call room and students began to file in.
“Later,” she murmured as students packed close. “There’s no rush.”
I clenched my books in my arms. Easy for her to say. I was tired of being the only one who couldn’t get answers just by closing my eyes and weighing up a magical connection, tired of people telling me to wait, to not worry about the best home I’d ever known, about the fact that it had been fractured, decimated, last time I’d seen it.
And now they were trying to convince me I’d imagined feeling it just now.
That was it. Everyone else could like it or not; I was going to Sanctuary this afternoon without anyone else, and I was getting some answers.