The Quest of the Prodigy (The Alchemist of Time Book 1)

  When Mimi Mockel discovers an unusual crimson tome in the public library, life suddenly becomes complicated. Attacked by two Ambassadors of Time, who will do anything to retrieve the book, including killing her, she manages to escape.

  Safely back at home with her younger brother Albert, she meets the author of the book: the posh, quirky, British time-traveling thief Sebastian “Bas” Barkley. Things go from bizarre to out-of-this-world-crazy when Bas saves them from another attack by the stalking Ambassadors, and brings them onboard his Bas House—a universe-hopping, time-traveling marvel of futuristic engineering.

  Now it’s up to Mimi to save the people of the year 4218 from a vicious world-wide civil war—if she can only believe in herself. With the help of a handsome ginger named Richie Styles, a suave and charming student at the Academy of Alchemy, her confidence is unleashed, and she’s ready to begin her training.

  As the Ambassadors close in on her team, tragedy strikes, and now all she wants is revenge. Can Mimi manage to forget everything they stole from her and focus on the mission at hand? Or will her anger and fear get in the way of her destiny to become the Prodigy and master the art of Alchemy…before all of time is erased.

  Book 1 of the Alchemist of Time

  THE QUEST OF THE PRODIGY

  Copyright © 2015 C.E. Smith

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher.

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Published by

  French Press Publishing

  Print edition ISBN numbers:

  ISBN-13: 978-0692516027

  ISBN-10: 0692516026

  THIS NOVEL is dedicated to my family who taught me never to give up, my friends who inspire me every day; and to any of you still discovering your own adventure. Because life is the greatest adventure of them all, no matter how deceivingly ordinary it may seem, every life is epic.

  Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we

  oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

  ~ William Shakespeare ~

  There was a flash of light, too swift for the brain to fully process, like lightning. As the yellow light faded, there stood a man in a long red coat.

  It was good to be home.

  His home was a special ship. Only two in the entire world existed.

  The centerpiece of the sphere-shaped control center was a giant brass pendulum hanging from the white ceiling. Underneath the translucent flooring housed the ship’s multi-colored wiring, along with two tall batteries sparking with blue energy.

  Sebastian “Bas” Barkley, the British fellow in red, walked around the opening of the maintenance area to visually inspect the ship’s core.

  Mounted on the wall to his right was one long, five-foot blue computer screen as wide as the entire oval wall. The walls that weren’t covered with the massive computer screen were covered in windows, revealing a massive sky of purple and dark navy swirls, much like outer space, but a deeper ultra-violet purple color rather than black. Electric blue swirls zapped and sparked away like blue fireflies punching holes in the purple sky.

  Also nestled into the sky were what looked like an infinite amount of bubbles that floated at a slow speed across the infinite space.

  Inside the clear bubbles, one could see entire galaxies, entire universes. All those stars and planets orbiting around a single sun, fitting inside one perfectly round bubble, amongst thousands, millions, or even trillions of other Bubble Universes around it. It sounded incredible, but it was exactly what Bas was looking at. It was a nearly mundane view for him.

  His eyes turned back to the monitors. Written on the screen were equations for time dilation, the mass of the Earth related to orbital speed, fourth dimensional fold equations, and other mind-numbing cosmic equations recorded by his scientist of a father, Mr. Thomas Barkley, to keep the ship working. On the opposite wall illuminated a working diagram of the exterior of the ship.

  Displayed on the diagram was a jumbo sphere in the center, the living quarters and the mechanics. Spiking from either side of the center of the ship were two giant cones that acted as the ship’s wings, connected to the center sphere like upside-down triangles.

  The live schematics outlined on the wall illustrated that the right cone was blue, and the left cone was red. If those colors were illuminated, it meant all was in working order for the moment. It was common that the ship had hiccups if the plasma tanks were uneven.

  With a nod of satisfaction that everything was in working order, the crewless captain circled around the leisurely moving pendulum, which moved in correlation with the Earth’s orbit. His red cowboy boots struck the metal gate flooring echoed as he headed toward the kitchen, clutching a brass trumpet.

  The scale of advanced technology gave an illusion that he’d always lived a rich and luxurious lifestyle, but in truth, Bas was only a time traveler, roving through time to keep his father’s brilliant scientific secrets safe. Never a true destination in mind, he would venture wherever and whenever in the Blue Planet his heart fancied. Frequently on his adventures he’d pick up fascinating souvenirs, and some were so unkind as to call him a thief. He preferred to think of himself as a collector.

  With a shrug, Bas let his fleeting moment of loneliness go as he examined his latest loot: a brass trumpet from a bandmate of Duke Ellington. The brass trumpet was gorgeous, long and sleek. The knobs of the trumpet were worn with years of use, and the history of the artifact caused him to feel as though the trip to 1927 had been a success. He whistled a pleasant jazz tune he’d just heard the Duke play.

  He hadn’t quite fit into the year 1927. His soft, red wool signature coat resembled a pirate’s coat, but it brought out his deep brown eyes. The large, shiny gold buttons adorning it matched the buttons on his red utility belt.

  The coat had plenty of pockets to hide things in, and was long enough to look dashing when he ran, which had been happening a lot lately, with how often those Ambassadors of Time chased him. It was fantastic his red cowboy boots were comfortable to run in.

  But the last trip had had no need for running. It had been a perfect time traveling vacation. Still, as fun as the jazz age was, his father had always told him it was safest to keep moving.

  Bas even ran from his home year of 4218, the forbidden year. The dreadful year 4218 was in a worldwide civil war. His father had forbade him from interfering with the politics. But he’d disobeyed that rule when he recently got involved with one of the Ambassadors of Time, Bellator Impes. They’d only been dating for three days when, knowing the risks of staying, he had taken her Time Phone as a souvenir and left without saying goodbye.

  Bas twirled around the corner of the Maintenance Bay and into the kitchen, his long red coattails spinning over the white floor. He sat the trumpet down on the granite kitchen counter and yelled for his robot crewmate, JAB. JAB was the only thing he had on the ship and his best friend. She was an excellent cook, nurse, maid and co-captain.

  Ever at his call, JAB floated in on a bed of clear silver bubbles made of metal. On her face was a sweet, genuine smile. The bubbles underneath her metallic hoop skirt allowed her to float instead of walking, and a brass belt and bolts held her together. JAB was always concerned and fussing over him. She cared over him so much,
it was easy to forget she wasn’t human.

  “Yes, Master Bas?”

  “Did she call again, while I was gone?” he asked in his usual high-pitched British tone.

  “The Ambassador?”

  “Bellator, yeah, did she call?”

  There was a pause, as if the robot knew the answer would make him upset. Bas shot her a warning gaze, and she answered, “Yes, Master Bas.”

  Bas ran a hand through his spiky blond hair in frustration.

  “Ugh, this has to end! She keeps calling and calling, demanding her Time Phone back. Well, I’m just going to go to the King’s castle and tell her she can’t have it.”

  JAB gasped at such an idea. “Is that wise? What about your father’s warning, about avoiding the King’s castle?”

  Bas leaned closer, peering at her. “Why, what do you know about my father? You know he never tells me anything. He never told me why he wants me to float aimlessly in the Time Zone, never landing in any year, only that it’s to keep the secrets of time travel safe. But he never properly explained how my ship really works, only how to pilot it. Or why we can’t go back in time and prevent the war from starting in the first place. All I get from him is ‘It’s not wise to tamper with time. I did it, and paid dearly for it. I will not allow my son to go through the same pain of tampering with time as I suffered.’ What the blazes does that mean? No, all he wants me to do is to travel in all of history to stay safe. What if I wanted to settle down, huh? What if I wanted my own life? Did he ever think of that?”

  “Do you?” asked the robot kindly.

  Bas scowled. “Well...no, I like the freedom of being whoever I want to be, you know? Every time I step in a different year, I get to be someone new. I’m not ready to give that up. It’s worth not having any friends and family, being able to be whoever I want to be and to travel anywhere I want. I just wish he wasn’t so secretive!”

  Before either could speak, there was a low beeping noise coming from the phone on the counter. Bas threw his hands up in annoyance. “That’s it!” he cried and grabbed the phone. “I’m going to the King’s castle to tell Bellator to stop calling me!”

  “Or you can pick up the phone, tell her yourself.”

  Bas dismissed her idea with a wave of his hand. “No way. She won’t listen to me over the phone. It must be in person.”

  “Just please be careful, Master Bas. If the King catches you—I just want you back safe.”

  “Hey, I’m the Incredible Bas! When am I not safe?”

  The robot looked like she was about to answer his question. Bas smiled innocently. “On second thought, don’t answer that.”

  He picked up his beloved Diary off the counter, titled The Time Traveling Diaries of Sebastian Barkley. He loved jotting down observations of his travels, just like a scientific journal. Bas tucked the Diary in his long coat pocket and smiled at JAB as if he found her concern endearing.

  “JAB, set the Time Shifter to the year 4218 please, the King’s castle.”

  JAB gave him a worried look, but did as she was told. Bas handed her a watch and necklace. On the bottom of the necklace was a key. After turning some knobs on the clock of the necklace and on the watch, she handed them back to Bas with her stubby metal fingers.

  “Time Shifter set, Master Bas.”

  Bas wished her a good day and inserted the key into the side of the watch. There was a flash of light, the same flash of light as before, and then he was gone.

  Bas appeared in the year 4218 in a flash of yellow light. JAB had set the right time, and he was in the King’s castle, in a narrow and dusty corridor. Excellent.

  The grim castle towering near the clouds was as ghastly on the inside as the exterior. The windows of the corridor were thin, like slits on the walls. Barely any light from the late afternoon sun shone through, making visibility difficult. It was dusty and cold. The thick stone walls supported ten foot ceilings, with arches and wood-beam ceilings like in the ancient gothic castes. But instead of being inspiring, this castle was foreboding. Bas had a sinking feeling that maybe JAB was right, and this hadn’t been a stellar idea. But if he left now, he’d be admitting he was wrong, and that was never fun either.

  Despite the layers of dust and cobwebs, the castle wasn’t that old. It was located in the tarnished New York City, a city that had been attacked relentlessly for decades in efforts to dethrone the King. The castle was in the center of the city, in what used to be Central Park. New York City was known as King’s City in the year 4218. Kings in America was relatively new, and the castle was only a couple hundred years old. But Bas didn’t have the time to reflect on the history of the Ageless War: he had to find Bellator, and get out alive.

  The bleak halls were long and windy, and Bas soon felt lost. He ran toward the nearest window to gain his bearings. He peered out to see the wide grassy area below him and a rather nasty drop if he were to fall out the window. Looking to his left he recognized the wing of the mason castle where the Ambassador Hall was. It was unlikely to be well guarded since only the two Ambassadors of Time occupied that space.

  The castle was so massive, it took him a few minutes to reach the hall. The King’s Throne Room was heavily guarded, and Bas held his breath until he had made it past the entrance.

  The plan was to wait for Bellator to return to her room, and confront her there.

  BELLATOR’S ROOM was dimly lit, with only a few lit candles on her nightstand and dresser. There was also a picture of an older man to the right of her dresser, an uncommon sight since technology and cameras were banned from the general public. The previous King had removed technology, believing the lack of communication among his people would make it more difficult for an uprising. Having a photograph was one of many, many perks as an employee of the King to be able to keep photos. Bas dismissed the picture as he continued to look around. Above her bed was a beautiful painting.

  The painting was on an unframed gray canvas with splotches of colors that looked as though they were dripping from the edge of the canvas. Its bright colors gave the room a more cheerful energy, while the gray canvas matched the other décor in the room. Bas stood for a few seconds admiring it.

  I still don’t know how someone can be so mean and own such a happy painting, Bas thought to himself.

  The door handle jiggled. Bas froze, his eyes locked on the door. Like a performer on a stage too scared to recite their lines, no sound came out.

  Someone was coming. He had come here to confront her, but what if it was her partner? What if it was her, what was he to say? His mind was suddenly lost for words.

  In an instant, there was a soft thud on the stone floor and a flash of red. He crawled under the walnut hued wooden bed and waited. Propped on his elbows, Bas rested his handsome jaw on the edge of his hands. The decibel of the door opening was amplified to the trespasser. He steadied his breathing and watched her enter the room, then reached slowly for his Time Shifter necklace.

  Two inches from his face were the heels of her boots. She was too close to use the Time Shifters; she could not witness how he traveled in time. It was the one responsibility his father bestowed on him, confusing or not: keep the secrets of time travel safe. He couldn’t fail his sole responsibility. His father would never trust him again, and perhaps take away his time traveling privileges for good. Then what was he to do with his life? Bas had to get out of here safe, and by a means that would keep his Time Shifter secret. He peeked out at her.

  Bellator was all muscle, strong and menacing in her traditional Ambassador of Time uniform: tan trousers, hunter green tank top, and a long black coat that hunt off her muscular shoulders like a cape. Her pin straight brown hair was kept in a long ponytail and on her hips she wore a brown leather holster for her copper Photon Blaster, the weapon of choice for the Ambassadors of Time.

  Bellator walked up to the mirror on her night stand and pulled her long hair from the hair tie.

  “Look at my eyes,” she said to herself in the mirror with a scowl. “They l
ook awful. I wish I wasn’t so tired all the time. I look old and disgusting.”

  Bas thought differently. Seeing her again was sparking up some repressed feelings.

  Bellator set her Photon Blaster on her nightstand and pulled a Time Phone from her trouser pocket. Flipping the phone case open, there was an echo in the room as she dialed a familiar number.

  The ringing of the phone in his hand startled him and he jumped, banging his head against the wooden frame of her bed. Curses! It was as painful as accidently hitting a doorframe instead of stepping through it.

  He fumbled a buckle of his red utility belt open and pulled out the Time Phone to shut it off, knowing it was too late.

  Bellator crouched down and lifted the bed skirt up to reveal the trespasser. A mixture of confusion and amusement sparkled in her eyes.

  “So,” she began, “you don’t answer my phone calls, but you come and visit me...and then stalk me? Who does that?”

  “I was going to confront you,” he said, his British voice cracking with nerves, “but then when I heard the door open, I thought you might have been your partner.”

  Bas flashed a charming smile, aiming for a smooth recovery. He was waiting for the best moment to stand up without her capturing him. She did work for the King.

  “Uh-huh,” she said. “Bas, I need my phone back. It’s a rare device and only a few are around to use. Deatherage hasn’t mastered sharing and he’s getting really crabby whenever I ask to borrow it. It’s not fair, you know. It’s just...not fair...” There was a pause, her sentence purposefully left hanging. She stared at him, something in her eyes begging him to ask her what she meant.

  His eyes lingered on hers. “I only came here to tell you to stop calling me!” he said and crawled out from under the bed.

  “That was all you wanted to say to me?” she asked, the hurt in her voice obvious.