Mother of Learning. Arc 3 Incomplete

Zach being a time traveler would explain his vast abilities and inexplicable academic improvement quite nicely. Since this particular method of time travel seems to just send a person’s mind into their younger body, he could be of an arbitrarily large age, and what Zorian remembered of Zach’s various comments led him to believe the boy had lived through this particular time period many times over. A mage with decades of experience and detailed foreknowledge would no doubt find 3rd year curriculum laughably easy.

Though even if Zach had been the one to cast the time travel spell, there was still left the question of why Zorian was thrown back too. It could have easily been an accident — he knew that grabbing a mage while they’re in the process of casting a teleport spell could pull you along for the ride, and they were basically tangled with one another — but that didn’t explain why Zorian was repeating this month for the second time. Zach had been absent all month long, and thus hadn’t had the opportunity to cast anything at Zorian.

He didn’t know what to think. Hopefully Zach would be present for questioning this time around.

«Now stopping in Korsa,» a disembodied voice echoed, the faulty speakers crackling with signal noise every once in a while. «I repeat, now stopping in Korsa. Thank you.»

What, already? A glance through the window revealed the familiar white tablet confirming his arrival at the trading hub. He was half-tempted to get off the train and spend the entire month fooling around and trying to forget this whole time travel business, but quickly dismissed it. Blowing off the beginning of the school year like that would be really irresponsible and self-destructive, even if going through another identical month of classes was anything but appealing. There was a possibility that he would be flung back into the past for the third time, of course, but that wasn’t something he should be relying on. There was no way the spell could keep sending him back indefinitely, after all — it was bound to run out of mana sooner or later. Probably sooner, since time travel must be pretty high level.

…right?

«Um…»

Zorian snapped out of his thoughts and finally noticed the boy peering into his compartment. He frowned. He specifically chose this compartment because it was completely empty during his… second attempt at life. After he had left the green turtleneck girl to her giggling fate, he had come here for some peace, so this time he decided to be proactive and went here right from the start. Apparently it wasn’t that simple. He supposed that his very presence attracted the boy — some people just plain liked company, and would avoid empty compartments.

«Yes?» Zorian said politely, hoping the boy just wanted to ask him something instead of trying to find a seat.

He was mistaken.

«Do you mind if I sit here?»

«No, go right ahead,» said Zorian, giving the boy a forced smile. Damn.

The boy smiled brightly at him, and quickly dragged his luggage in. A lot of luggage.

«First year, right?» Zorian asked, unable to help himself. So much for his plan on remaining silent and creeping the boy out into leaving the compartment. Oh well.

«Yeah,» the boy agreed. «How did you know?»

«Your luggage,» Zorian remarked. «You do realize the academy grounds are pretty far from the main station? Your arms are going to fall off by the time you get there.»

The boy blinked. Apparently he didn’t know. «Um, it’s really not that bad, right?»

Zorian shrugged. «You better hope it doesn’t rain.»

«Ha ha,» the boy laughed nervously. «I’m sure I’m not that unlucky.»

Zorian smirked. Ah, the benefits of foresight. Or was it hindsight? Language really wasn’t designed with the possibility of time-travel in mind.

«Ah! I didn’t introduce myself!» The boy suddenly blurted out. «I’m Byrn Ivarin.»

«Zorian Kazinski.»

The boy’s eyes lit up immediately. «Like—»

«Like Daimen Kazinski, yes,» Zorian said, suddenly finding the window incredibly interesting.

The boy stared at him expectantly, but if he had expected further elaboration from Zorian on the subject, he was about to be sorely disappointed. The last thing Zorian wanted to do was talk about his eldest brother.

«So, um, are you related to Daimen Kazinski or is your last name just a coincidence?» asked the boy after a lengthy pause.

Zorian pretended he couldn’t hear him, and instead retrieved his notebook from the neighboring seat and studied it intently. It was almost completely empty, since all his previous notes about the invasion and the mystery of his ‘future memories’ were now gone, lost in a future he left behind him. It wasn’t much of a loss, since the vast majority of those notes had been worthless — hollow speculations and dead-end leads that hadn’t got him any closer to solving this mystery. Still, he had written down a few things he remembered from his previous notes, like the spell chant the lich had uttered before killing him. Yes, Zach was likely responsible for all of this, but he couldn’t be sure…