snorted. "Why? I couldn't make anything symmetrical if my life depended on it. I'm not OCD like you."
"Lazy."
"That, too." Cory rolled his icy blue eyes. "Anyway, rule number two. If you change things to the point where you no longer exist in the future, you're going to get stuck."
Teague raised an eyebrow. "I won't just disappear?"
"Nope, because while you're altering a timeline, you're also making yourself a nomad spirit by entering a different place than where you belong. So be careful with what you do if you want to come back home again."
Alain went to stand by his twin. "I'm not sure how familiar you are with quantum physics, but there's a theory that all of our actions create different threads of our lives. You've chosen to do this ritual in this timeline, but in another timeline you might have decided against it. It's weird and complicated."
"Yeah, it breaks my brain," Cory admitted.
"Everything breaks your brain." Alain gave his twin a sideways glance. "Point I'm trying to make, T, is that if you go back in time to change something, it only affects the line you're in. If you change it so you no longer exist, then you won't be born in the future of that line. You'll be stuck there for the rest of your life, though. Which might be weird, or maybe not. I'm not sure how I would feel about seeing Mom and Dad as...not Mom and Dad."
Cory shuddered. "Creepy and gross, if you ask me. Glad I don't have to be there for long."
His twin gave him a dark look before returning his gaze to Teague. "This is a fragile time for all of us," Alain added. "If you change too much of the past, it could make it so none of us are born in your newly created lifetime. There will come a point where you'll have to decide if the consequences of your actions are worth it."
"So, what you're telling me is that no matter what I do, there will be a timeline where nothing is different, anyway? What's the point then?" Teague asked.
"The point is you don't have to live in that other time. You live in this one. So if you want to change your life, go for it." Cory gave him a thumbs up.
Alain circled around Teague, nodding. "If I didn't support this idea, I wouldn't have agreed to help you. As much as Mom and Dad say life moves on, and they're okay, they're still hurting a lot. It's not going to go away. Plus, I think there are some big political repercussions that can be fixed, too. This Denver guy might think he's the only one getting benefited from what we're doing, but â"
"I'm not," Denver said, finally joining the group. "You all are smart kids. That's why I knew you'd want to help me." He coughed, deep from his chest, bending forward in an effort to stay balanced. Every day he came by, the cough was worse and he grew paler.
Taking in a shaky breath, Teague faced Cory. "Is there anything more I need to know?"
"That's all the big stuff. Hold on to who you are. People we send back have a tendency to get confused and forget a lot of things. When you're ready to come back, you â"
****
From there, the memory was static. Teague couldn't, for the life of him, gain access to that vital piece of information. It seemed he didn't have as much of his mind back as he originally thought. I guess it's not a big deal, since I still have things to do. If I never remember, then I definitely won't be going back anytime soon.
At least he was in a familiar setting and a relatively safe place. For a while, the demons were trying to kill him. They stalked him and terrorized him. He figured out it was because Lucien somehow learned about him being the next heir to Hades. No doubt that was threatening to the demon. With Lucien on the run and Denver in charge, the attacks from the Dark were over. Vala was a place he knew, even if he was in a time period not his own. Outside of technological differences, everything was the same. If need be, he could make a new life for himself.
I'd miss my parents being my parents, though. That would be the hardest thing
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