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  None of them seemed to think anything of this stranger among them. They were too caught up in their own misery and fear, in the struggle to release the victims trapped in the fallen buildings. Ced joined in, helping to pull away the wreckage, to lift the broken bodies, to carry the living to safety.

  I need you to heal these people, Danny North. I should not be here alone. I can’t be trusted. It’s too much power. Look what I did without even realizing it. I felt the devastation of this town as a kind of crunching underfoot, like tramping over fallen acorns on the pavement near a city oak. But it was these buildings I was kicking aside, and in the wind of my passing I never heard my victims’ pleas and cries, for the wind sings and screams, but it has no ears and never listens.

  I have ears. I have eyes. Yet I was far away on a rocky hill, standing there in the ecstasy of power. It was a drug.

  I have been a god for only an hour or two, and look what I have done.

  Yet as Ced struggled to save people in the aftermath of his tornado, he also felt a dark and terrible pride. On the one hand, he wanted to weep and beg forgiveness, to take responsibility and bear the consequence: I did this. I will help undo the damage, as much as I can.

  But the most powerful feeling deep inside him was much simpler, and filled with the fire of pride:

  I did this. Look what I can do!

  3

  INTERVENTION

  Danny thought he was going to Laurette’s house that night for a birthday party. Not the teen-movie cliche of a party so huge that it overflows the house and infests the neighbors’ yards and results in the police being called. It was just a get-together at Laurette’s house in honor of Xena, Laurette’s friend and, since he arrived at Parry McCluer, Danny’s.

  But when Danny showed up at the house, and the door opened at his knock, he knew he’d been had. His friends were all there—the girls, Laurette, Sin, Pat, Xena, and the boys, Hal and Wheeler. But a big banner high on the wall, plainly visible from the front door, said nothing about birthdays or Xena.

  It said “Intervention,” and Danny knew at once that he was the target, the patsy, the subject.

  “What am I supposedly addicted to?” he asked.

  “He doesn’t even get the How I Met Your Mother reference,” said Sin.

  “He doesn’t watch television,” said Hal.

  “Wow, we should have intervened about that,” said Xena.

  “When are you going to intervene with Laurette about always showing off her cleavage?” said Danny. “It scares the teachers. They think they’re going to fall in and get lost.”

  “Let’s stick to the plan,” said Laurette.

  “It’s not my plan,” said Danny.

  “You’re not going to dodge this one,” said Sin.

  “You still haven’t told me what you’re intervening about,” said Danny. “Maybe I’ll agree with you and we can move on to the party portion of the evening.”

  “We want you to stop hiding who you are,” said Hal.

  Danny turned to him. “I’m President Obama’s love child with a Chicago waitress. I’m actually black, but I act super-white and it fools everybody.”

  “We know you have powers,” said Sin.

  “You’re a fairy,” said Xena. “The Tolkien kind.”

  “‘Elf’ is a better word,” said Pat.

  “No, it’s definitely ‘fairy,’” said Xena, “because it’s more fun to say.”

  “I’m not an elf and I’m not a fairy,” said Danny. “These days I’m on the track team. I’m going to get a letter and be an athlete and then I’ll be too cool to hang out with you.”

  “We know you healed us,” said Pat. “My complexion has cleared up totally, and Sin’s infected piercings got uninfected.”

  “You didn’t do anything for my weight problem,” said Xena, “which wasn’t very nice.”

  “Maybe he likes you the way you are,” said Wheeler.

  “I’m trying to think how I did this magical stuff,” said Danny.

  “It all started happening after you got here, that’s point A,” said Xena.

  “Post hoc ergo propter hoc,” said Danny.

  “He’s talking Logic,” said Hal. “I wish Ms. Schrader hadn’t done that unit on fallacies.”

  “Point B,” said Xena, “is the tripping place.”

  “So I heal people and I make them clumsy,” said Danny. “Sounds like a contradiction.”

  “And there’s that flying thing with the rope climb,” said Hal. “You’re the one who set it up. You told me to move my hands as if I was climbing. That means you thought I’d somehow get up there without actually climbing.”

  “Is that how you remember it?” asked Danny.

  “Notice how he’s not actually denying it,” said Hal.

  “I would deny it if I knew what you were accusing me of.” Danny realized once again that it’s always a mistake to equivocate. If you’re going to lie then just lie. Don’t try to make it technically true or almost true or truish.

  “I didn’t think we should call it an intervention,” said Hal. “I thought we should call it an ultimatum.” He seemed really angry.

  “Admit to this crazy stuff you’re accusing me of, or else,” said Danny.

  “That’s what an ultimatum is, all right,” said Hal.

  “What’s the ‘else’?” asked Danny.

  “Or else you’re not really our friend.”

  Danny knew they were right, but also they were wrong. They couldn’t possibly understand what telling them would mean. It’s one thing to think your friend has some connection with mysterious stuff. But if they found out what he was, they either wouldn’t believe him or they’d pressure him to demonstrate it, and he wasn’t going to make any more damn gates at Parry McCluer.

  “If you were really my friends,” said Danny, “you wouldn’t decide what the answer is and then threaten to ostracize me if I don’t tell you that you’re right.”

  “Then what’s the answer?” asked Sin. “We’re not going to tell anybody.”

  “Let’s say I admit I’m some kind of fairy. You promise not to tell. But since you already think you know it, and you also promise not to tell, then how would my telling you change anything?”

  “You don’t trust us,” said Wheeler.

  “What if I’m some kind of magical guy. Have I done anything evil with it? Hurt anybody?”

  “I think Coach Bleeder landed on his ass a couple of times because of you,” said Hal.

  “Did it ever occur to you that if I had these powers, maybe I was keeping secrets from you for your own good?”

  “There are some things that humankind is not meant to know,” intoned Laurette.

  “‘If I tell you, I have to kill you,’” quoted Xena.

  “Let’s put the shoe on the other foot, where it belongs,” said Danny. “If we’re such good friends, why would you threaten to stop being my friends if I don’t tell you something that, if it’s true, I clearly want to keep to myself?”

  Sin stuck out her feet. “How does that put my shoes on the other feet? These are the only feet I have.”

  Nothing he did was going to help. Because Danny knew from the family history where this led. You tell drowthers what you are, then you have to show them. And once they see it, they get scared of you, and either they avoid you or they try to become your servant because it’s human nature to want to be close to power.

  Danny didn’t want to find out which way his friends would go. He’d never had friends before, and now he was going to lose them no matter what he did.

  Better to lose them without their knowing for sure what he was and what he could do.

  “I accept your terms,” said Danny.

  They leaned forward expectantly.

  “I’m not going to admit to any of this stuff, so I guess that means we’re not friends.” Danny walked back to the door.

  “Wait!” said Laurette.

  “We didn’t mean it!” said Xena.

  “I did,�
�� said Hal. “He sent us a mile into the sky, and if he says he didn’t it’s bullshit.”

  Danny opened the door and stepped outside.

  He could hear someone—several people—rushing toward the door. He didn’t want to play out this scene on the front lawn.

  So he gated back to his house and pulled the gate in after him.

  Had he even closed the door behind him? For all he knew, they had seen him disappear.

  But he was pissed off at them. Why would friends try to force him to tell what he clearly didn’t want to tell? They weren’t his friends. He barely knew them. So why did he have this gnawing feeling in his gut?

  “Where did you gate from?” asked a voice.

  Hermia was sitting in his living room.

  “How did you get in?” asked Danny.

  “I used Veevee’s gate,” said Hermia. “I was visiting her, and I wanted to visit you, but you weren’t here so I waited.”

  Danny looked at her steadily. “What are you doing here?”

  “My family came to me,” said Hermia. “My actual parents. I was so honored.”

  “Was it a happy reunion?” asked Danny, sitting down across from her in the only other chair in what passed for a living room.

  “It was all about you,” said Hermia. “They want you to trust them. They say they won’t try to control you, they don’t want a war, but they think you need training.”

  “Like I’d ever let any of the Westilians anywhere near me.”

  “I’ll tell them that,” said Hermia.

  “Are you in their pocket? Do they have some kind of control over you?”

  “Meaning, can you trust me? Yes and no. You can trust me to keep my word. But they have some kind of tracking device imbedded in me, so wherever I go, they know where I am.”

  Danny thought about that a moment. “So they’ve seen you jump.”

  “Yes.”

  “By jumping from Veevee’s place to here, they know where that gate is.”

  “Yes.”

  “Everywhere you go, you show them the gates.”

  “Yes,” said Hermia. “But I told you as soon as I knew, didn’t I? What was I supposed to do, seal myself in a coffin like a vampire and never go anywhere again?”

  “So they know where I am right now.”

  “They know I came to these exact map coordinates,” said Hermia. “They don’t know that you happen to be in this place, but yes, they probably will, very soon.”

  “Shit,” said Danny. She really didn’t have much choice, if her own family had decided to track her.

  “We have to make contact with all the Families eventually,” said Hermia. “Including my Family. If you intend to make a Great Gate and share it.”

  Three cars pulled up out front, one of them actually screeching on the pavement.

  “How long have you been waiting here? Does your Family just hover over you in choppers or balloons or something?”

  Hermia peeked out the threadbare front curtain. “No, and it isn’t your Family, either.”

  Danny joined her at the window. His friends were getting out of three cars.

  “Damn,” he said.

  “Make a clean getaway,” said Hermia. “Or gate them somewhere.”

  “I never told them I live here,” said Danny.

  Hermia flung open the door. Danny said “No!” the moment he realized she was doing it, but by then it was already done.

  “He’s here, isn’t he!” It was Laurette’s voice.

  “We drove three different routes and he wasn’t running on any of them,” said Sin triumphantly.

  “And there’s no way he’s fast enough to already be here,” said Pat, “not on foot, not even running.”

  Now they were at the door, piling in. But Danny wasn’t there.

  Instead, he was behind the house, out of sight, watching the living room through a peephole—a tiny gate right in front of one of his eyes, so when he closed the other, he could see what was happening in his living room—and he could hear pretty clearly, too.

  “Whom are you looking for?” asked Hermia.

  “So he’s got a girlfriend,” said Xena, sounding pretty put out about it.

  “Danny North,” said Wheeler. “He lives here.”

  “How interesting,” said Hermia. “Who are you?”

  “His friends,” said Laurette.

  “Sounds more like you’re stalking him,” said Hermia.

  “You still haven’t told us who you are,” said Xena.

  “I actually am his friend,” said Hermia.

  “You sound British,” said Xena.

  “Cute British accent,” said Pat disgustedly. “Boys are so predictable.”

  “But she has little boobs,” said Laurette.

  “You’re still the fairest in the land, Laurette,” said Sin.

  “How did he get here so fast?” Hal insisted.

  Listening outside, Danny thought: Hal is able to stay focused. Hal is something. Which is probably why Coach Bleeder zeroed in on him, tormented him. Because he has the potential to accomplish far more with his life than Bleeder ever has. No wonder the coach had to take Hal down a peg every chance he got.

  “He’s a gatemage,” said Hermia.

  With a thrill of fear, Danny thought: Hermia was telling me to gate them away. Now she’s spilling it to them.

  Nobody was asking what a gatemage is.

  “He opens up holes in spacetime,” said Hermia. “He links one place with another, regardless of distance. He makes them adjacent.”

  “Do you think you’ve actually explained something?” asked Pat.

  “I’ve explained it like gravity,” said Hermia. “I described the results. I have no idea of the process. That’s all that Newton ever did.”

  “And Danny can do this,” said Hal. “Connect things with each other.”

  “He may be the greatest Gatefather that ever lived,” said Hermia. “But so far, he’s mostly used his power to create little gates at your high school.”

  “What do gates have to do with his healing people?” said Pat.

  “Danny doesn’t heal anybody, but the gates do,” said Hermia. “If you pass through a gate alive, your body arrives in optimal condition.”

  “No zits,” said Pat.

  “No piercings,” said Sin.

  “So why did he lie about it and pretend he wasn’t doing it?” asked Xena. “It’s way cool.”

  “Because it’s too way cool,” said Hermia. “There are a lot of people who want him dead. By making gates at your school, he ran the risk of being discovered. That business with the rope climb? The worst thing happened. His family showed up and tried to kill him.”

  Silence.

  Then, in a smaller voice, Laurette said, “His own family?”

  “I thought his parents were dead,” said Hal.

  “A lie,” said Hermia. “His parents are actually very powerful mages. To their credit, they didn’t try to kill him. It was his grandfather and uncle who attempted his assassination.”

  “Sick,” said Wheeler.

  “There’s a lot of history that you don’t know,” said Hermia. “And most of it is unbelievable to people like you.”

  “What do you mean, ‘people like us’?” asked Pat.

  “Normal people,” said Hermia.

  Wheeler laughed. “Did you hear that? She called us normal.”

  “Let me help you understand this,” said Hermia. “Danny’s father is named Odin. He was born with the name Alf, but when he became head of the North family, he took the name Odin.”

  “Wow,” said Wheeler. “You’re talking, like, a god.”

  “I’m telling you that the gods of mythology are real people. Only each name has been recycled again and again. We’re not immortal. But the names are.”

  “So who is Danny?” asked Hal. “Is he a god?”

  “If his family stops trying to kill him and accepts him for who he is, then the name he would be given is Loki.”

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sp; “Thor’s nasty brother in The Avengers,” said Wheeler.

  “There’s no magic hammer,” said Hermia. “But yes. There’s a Thor in the family, but he doesn’t amount to much. None of them do.” And then she explained how the Great Gates work. Danny sat outside, listening. Hermia was good at explanations. Why shouldn’t she be? Gatemages had the gift of language.

  It terrified him to hear her telling his friends. But he also knew that this is what he had wanted to do. This is why he didn’t gate away from them. This is why he hadn’t left Parry McCluer High School. This is why he had carelessly let them realize his power, as he returned home far faster than his feet could have carried him. He wanted them to know; he wanted to be honest with them. But he couldn’t bring himself to answer their questions. Hermia was doing it for him.

  When she finished her explanation, she said, “Now I’ve told you the answers to your questions. Do you believe me?”

  “Yes,” said Pat and Wheeler and Sin and Hal.

  “Why?” asked Hermia.

  “Because I rode the rope,” said Hal.

  “Because he cured my piercings,” said Sin.

  “My face,” said Pat.

  “Because it’s so cool,” said Wheeler.

  “And the rest of you?”

  “It’s pretty hard to swallow,” said Laurette. “How do you know all this stuff? I never heard of you.”

  “I’m a gatemage too,” said Hermia. “A lesser one. I can’t make gates, but I can see them and I can lock them. And I can help Danny. But now you all have a choice to make.”

  They waited.

  “Are you with him or not?” asked Hermia. “That’s why he was afraid to tell you, because once he did, you’d have to make the choice.”

  “What do you mean, ‘with him’?” asked Hal. “He’s got this incredible power. What does he need from us?”

  “What the gods have always needed,” said Hermia. “Servants.”

  Consternation. Outrage. “I thought we were his friends!” said Laurette.

  “Are you his equals?” asked Hermia. “Are you? When the others come to kill him, what do you think you can do? When Danny’s mother electrocutes you or his father makes your car stop working, and any gun you point at them fails to work and a hawk comes to peck out your eyes, can you stand up to them?”