Betrayal
Authors: Gillian Shields
Tags: #Young Adult Fiction, #Fantasy, #General, #Girls & Women, #Juvenile Fiction, #Fantasy & Magic
Betrayal
For my parents,
Pat and Bob Davison, with love
When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, and the flames will not harm you.
—
Isaiah 43:2
My name is Evie Johnson. I am sixteen and a scholarship…
The holidays were over. Outside the window of the cottage,…
Dad and I traveled together as far as London, where…
It’s because I love you that I had to tell…
I woke suddenly from a deep dream. Someone was talking…
Evie—my words die, my body trembles, my heart is cursed.
I was back at Wyldcliffe, and it was all about…
I reached the gloomy dining hall with its rows of…
Waiting—waiting—waiting—
I was waiting.
So where do you want to begin?” asked Helen.
It is so dark here, Evie.
I couldn’t forget Sebastian, not for a single moment. He…
Agnes?” As I stepped closer, I realized that this girl…
I hear the clock strike three. There is no rest…
It was getting late. The short winter day was coming…
I have been buried out of sight, here in this…
The snow had thawed overnight and the country lanes had…
Uppercliffe Farm. It was hardly more than a ruined cottage,…
We stood in silent rows in the dining hall and…
The days raced by in a dream and the nights…
I am back here, in my living tomb.
I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry.” I lifted my…
Look!” I waved my hand and filled the attic with…
Do you grow weary of your poor friend? I saw…
It was the start of another joyless week without Sebastian.
Miss Scratton, you remember that we couldn’t go inside Fairfax…
I stooped to pick up the round, silvery object from…
Time was running out. The silver watch that Sebastian had…
How many more days and night can I linger here,…
Over the next few days we searched for the Book…
As silently as a ghost, I entered the staff common…
Silence.
The next morning Helen had to shake me from sleep.
I had never seen Miss Raglan so angry.
A memory stirs in the darkness—
In my dream it is snowing and I am outside…
I tried everything. Every night I tried a different charm…
The birds were beginning to call to one another as…
I am alone.
This was how it had all started, slipping down the…
Now the house seemed full of menacing, unnamed threats. I…
The birds were awake and the sky was getting light.
Everything on the third floor was quiet, apart from the…
Sebastian?”
We were thrown out of the whirlwind onto a barren…
I held the Talisman up and called out, “Lord of…
The storm was over. The women of the coven had…
This is the day. This is now.
Little by little, I was coming back to life. All…
There were still a few weeks left before the end…
M
y name is Evie Johnson. I am sixteen and a scholarship student at Wyldcliffe Abbey School for Young Ladies. Yes, the famous school hidden away on the bleak moors, where the wind sighs over the hills and the heather blooms under the wide, restless sky. Everyone’s heard of Wyldcliffe. Everyone says how lucky I am.
What else do you want to know? Favorite subjects—history and English. Best sport—swimming. I adore Italian food, and hot chocolate, and the sound of the waves on the shore. All perfectly ordinary. Except that my boyfriend, Sebastian, is dead.
Sebastian James Fairfax. Nineteen years old, dark hair, blue eyes, a smile like an angel; poet; philosopher; my first, my only love…beautiful, beautiful Sebastian.
When I say
dead
, I don’t mean because of a tragic car accident or some cruel illness. I mean something so different, so off-the-scale different that you can’t imagine it. Sebastian is dead, and yet Sebastian is alive. Sebastian loves me, yet Sebastian is my enemy. I am alone, but I have my friends—my sisters.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that everything that happened to me last term was true, and that my story isn’t over yet. I have to keep on, right to the end, whatever that might be. I have to believe that Sebastian won’t betray me.
There are many kinds of betrayals. There are the small ones: the unkind word, the laughter behind someone’s back, the petty lies. And there are the betrayals that break hearts, destroy worlds, and turn the strong, sweet light of day into bitter dust.
T
he holidays were over. Outside the window of the cottage, the winter dawn was cold and gray. The bare tips of the straggling rosebushes in Frankie’s garden were nipped by frost. Tomorrow I wouldn’t wake up in this familiar room, to the cry of seagulls wheeling out over the bay. Tomorrow everything would be different. I was going back to school. I was going back to Wyldcliffe.
My suitcase was stuffed with presents that Dad had awkwardly, tenderly forced on me. I hadn’t wanted anything, but he had insisted. And so, apart from my school uniform and my textbooks and gym clothes, my luggage also contained a new camera and a whole lot of expensive gear for the riding lessons he had persuaded me to take when I got back to school.
It was as though he had been trying to make up for the pain of the first Christmas without Frankie. The only mother I had ever known, Frankie had been my darling grandmother, who had looked after me since I was a baby. Now she was gone, and Dad was trying to buy me some comfort to cushion the loss. Only a year ago, Frankie’s death would have been overwhelming. But Wyldcliffe had changed me. I was stronger now, not simply a schoolkid anymore. Wyldcliffe had taught me about fear and danger and death.
It had taught me about love.
Frankie’s funeral had been a few days before Christmas, in the church on the headland, with the sound of the sea sighing below the cliffs. I didn’t cry. I just felt quieter than I ever had before, cut off in a circle of silence, as though the little gathering of well-wishers and neighbors, and the vicar and the hymns and the flowers, were nothing to do with me or Frankie. She had gone, like a bird flying into the dawn, and all the rest was a soothing ritual for the people left behind. But Dad was really upset. Afterward, when everyone had drifted away murmuring clichés and condolences, he blew his nose and wiped his red eyes like the gruff soldier he pretended to be, and said, “Sorry, Evie, it brought back everything
about Clara…your mom…sorry…”
He was remembering my mother’s funeral, fifteen years ago. I had no memory of it, of course. I was only a baby when she died.
Sorry
, Dad said,
so sorry
, and loaded me up with presents that I didn’t really want. Then the days had slipped past, tender with grief, until it was time for me to return to school and leave the gulls and the cliffs and the sea behind me once again.
Now my bags were packed and ready, and the holidays were over. I was going back.
I glanced at my little clock near the bed. The day was only just beginning, but I could already hear that Dad was up, getting ready to start the long journey to London. It was time for me to get up too, though there was someone I had to talk to before I did anything else. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater and crept out of the cottage, heading down the rocky path to the beach.
As I hurried along, the pale sun rose from behind the clouds, spilling a wash of light on the waves. I took a deep breath. Those powerful waters gave me strength.
Well, she’s always loved the sea, poor girl,
the kind neighbors had said when they saw me hanging about the beach every morning, but they couldn’t guess the truth. I actually needed to be near the water, like I needed to breathe. Waking or
sleeping, I heard its voice calling me, I felt it quicken my body, and I felt its restless pull.
Water for Evie,
Helen had said.
I thought it would be like that.
I went down to the edge of the sea and closed my eyes, giving my mind to my mystical, beautiful element. I reached out for its power, asking for what I wanted most in the whole world. The waves beating on the shore echoed in my heart and pulsed through my veins. And then he was there.
Sebastian walked over the pebbles and came up behind me, dropping a kiss onto the back of my neck.
“Poor Evie,” he said. “You’re sad today, my girl from the sea.”
“Not when I’m with you.” I sighed and leaned back against his chest and nestled in his arms. Just to be close to Sebastian was happiness itself, enough to wipe out every other sorrow. “Don’t move,” I said. “I want to watch the sun on the waves.”
We stood and watched together as the light grew stronger and the gulls swooped low.
“I shall always think of you at sunrise after this,” Sebastian said. “You’re my sunrise, Evie, my new beginning. My life was nothing before I found you. And it would be worth nothing if I ever lost you.”
“You’ll never lose me, Sebastian,” I replied, and for some reason I shivered. “Don’t even say it. We’ll always be together.”
“Always,” he said quietly. “Forever.”
I wanted to stay like that, not moving, overwhelmed by the miracle of finding each other in all the million chances of the world. But Sebastian’s mood changed in an instant and he laughed teasingly. “Aren’t you going to swim?” he asked. “I’ve heard that mermaids swim in all weather.”
“Only if you’ll swim with me.” I laughed in reply, knowing that the water was freezing and all we could do on a cold January morning was skim stones and scramble over the rocks and hold each other for warmth, clinging together like the roses clung to the old walls of the cottage.
“We’ll come back here in the summer to swim, Evie. And we’ll feel the sun on our faces all day long, then stay up late and make a campfire on the beach, and watch the stars wheel across the sky.”
“It sounds perfect.”
“Everything’s going to be perfect for us. You can tell me stories about when you were a child, and I’ll make up bad poems in praise of your beauty, and we’ll talk and wonder and laugh and put the whole world right. We’ll have this
summer together, and the next, and the next…a thousand golden days, just you and me.” He held me close, and the sound of the sea seemed to hypnotize me. I no longer felt cold.
A gull cried harshly in the white winter sky. “Come on. Let’s walk to the headland,” Sebastian said. “I want to tell you something. Something important.” He pulled my hand gently to follow him, but as I started to walk by his side, he was gone. I was alone.
Had it been a dream, a fantasy, or a vision? I didn’t know. I only knew the pain when the dream ended, and I had to face the truth. Sebastian wasn’t there. Oh, he came to me in snatches like this, but it wasn’t enough. Before I could stop myself, I cried out, “Come back…where are you…where are you?” But there was no reply.
I was alone, and the wind was icy, like tears falling on snow. Sebastian was far away and I didn’t know whether I would ever see him again.