'No, the elements.'
'Maybe you overdid it slightly with the concentration of power?' I asked. The boss ignored the jibe.
'Anton, what degree of magical intervention are you allowed?'
Ah, of course, he knew about my deal with Zabulon.
'Second.'
'You can stop the hurricane,' said Gesar. A simple statement of fact. 'Reduce it to no more than a cloudburst. You've collected enough power.'
The wind sprang up again. And this time it wasn't going to stop. It tore and tugged at us, as if it had decided to blow us all off the roof. The rain began to lash down.
'It looks like your last chance,' the boss added. 'But then, it's up to you.'
The defensive shield sprang up around him with a glassy tinkling sound. It was the first time I'd seen a magician use such defensive measures against the ordinary excesses of the elements.
Svetlana carried on drawing the Book of Destiny, with her dress billowing out around her. Egor didn't move a muscle, as if he was crucified on an invisible cross. Maybe he couldn't see or understand what was going on. What happens to someone when his old destiny is taken away and he still hasn't been given a new one?
'Gesar, the typhoon you're about to unleash will make this storm look like nothing,' I shouted.
The wind almost drowned out my words.
'That's inevitable,' Gesar replied. He seemed to be speaking in a whisper, but every word was perfectly clear. 'It's already happening.'
The Book of Destiny had become visible even in the human world. Of course, Svetlana hadn't been drawing it in the literal sense of the word, she'd been extracting it from the deepest levels of the Twilight. Making a copy, so that any changes she made in it would be reflected in the original. The Book of Destiny looked like a model, a replica, made out of fiery threads of flame hanging motionless in the air. The raindrops sizzled when they touched it.
And now Svetlana would start changing Egor's destiny.
And later, decades later, Egor would change the destiny of the world.
As always, trying to shift it towards the Good.
And, as always, failing.
I staggered. In a single instant, completely without warning, the strong wind had become a hurricane. The scene around me was incredible. I saw cars stop on the avenue up close against the kerb – as far away as possible from the trees. A huge advertising hoarding collapsed on to an intersection without a single sound – the roaring of the wind completely drowned out the crash. A few little figures made a belated dash for the buildings, as if they hoped to find shelter by the walls.
Svetlana stopped. The red-hot coal was still glowing in her hand.
'Anton!'
I could hardly make out what she was saying.
'Anton, what should I do? Tell me, Anton, should I do this?'
The chalk circle was protecting her but not completely – the clothes were still being torn off her body – but at least it allowed her to stay on her feet.
Everything else seemed to have disappeared. I looked at her, and at the glowing piece of chalk, already poised to change another person's destiny. Svetlana was waiting for an answer, but I had nothing to say to her. Because I didn't know the answer either.
I lifted my arms up towards the raging heavens. I saw the spectral blossoms of power in my hands.
'Can you handle it?' Zabulon asked sympathetically. 'The storm's quite wild already.'
Even through the clamour of the hurricane, I could hear his voice as clearly as the boss's.
Gesar sighed.
I opened my hands and turned the palms towards the sky – the sky where there were no stars, the sky full of dark roiling clouds, torrents of rain, flashes of lightning.
It was one of the simplest spells. Almost the first one everybody was taught.
Remoralisation.
Without any limiting conditions.
'Don't do that!' Gesar shouted. 'Don't you dare!'
In one swift movement he dashed across to shield Svetlana and Egor from me. As if that could stop the spell. There was nothing that could stop it now.
A ray of light that humans couldn't see shot from my open hands. It was the scraps that I'd gathered so mercilessly from all those people. The scarlet flame of roses, the pale pink of peonies, the yellow glow of asters, white daisies and almost black orchids.
Zabulon laughed quietly behind my back.
Svetlana stood there, holding the chalk poised over the Book of Destiny.
Egor was frozen in front of her, with his arms flung out.
Pieces on a chess board. The power was in my hands. I'd never had so much power. It was overflowing, I could direct it at anyone.
I smiled at Svetlana. And very slowly raised my palms with their fountain of rainbow light towards my own face.
'No!'
Zabulon's howl didn't cut through the roar of the hurricane, it completely drowned it. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. The leader of the Dark Ones rushed towards me, but Gesar stepped out to meet him, and the Dark Magician stopped. I didn't really see all this, I felt it. My face was enveloped in the shimmering colours. My head was spinning. I couldn't feel the wind any more.
There was nothing left except a rainbow, a never-ending rainbow, and I was drowning in it.
The wind raged all around me without touching me. I looked at Sveta and heard the invisible wall that had always separated us breaking down. Breaking down and forming a protective barrier around us. Her fluttering hair settled gently around her face.
'Did you use it all on yourself?'