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"Consider this. You are a child of Time. Others are children of Nature, War, Fate, and even Death."
I stared at him, barely comprehending his words. "You mean like Time and Death are people?"
"Immortals."
I scoffed. "I know who my mother is, and she's definitely not immortal."
"When I say child of Time, I actually mean Descendent. As I understand it, the Immortals have created Family lines that stretch thousands of years. Within those Families exist the traits of the Immortals themselves. You can travel across time. That ability came from either your mother or your father." Archer was watching me carefully.
I shook my head. "My parents are just regular people."
"From whom did you get the name Elian?"
"It's my mother's maiden name. My dad died before I was born."
He nodded. "Then it's most likely your mother who travels. Elian is one of the old families of Time."
I glared at Archer. "How do you know any of this?"
He sighed. "I don't think I can tell you that."
"Right! You can tell me I'm a time traveler and you claim there's such a thing as Immortals, but you can't tell me how you know any of it?"
"Everything I've said is true." He sounded frustrated. Well, too bad. I was way worse than frustrated.
"I need to get back home." It was a statement with so many possible meanings; I wasn't totally sure which home I meant. I started to walk away, but Archer's voice stopped me.
"Miss Elian?"
I spun angrily. "What."
"I'd like to help you."
That simple sentence rocked me back like a blast of wind. Other people didn't do things for me. I took care of myself. Even my mother hadn't been able to do more than make sure we had a roof and food since I got old enough to realize no one else we knew moved every two years. And then it was easier to just stop knowing people. My eyes filled with tears and it appalled me. I bent to re-tie my boot laces until I could get myself back under control.
"Where did you come through?"
"Come through?" I stalled with the laces until my traitorous emotions were in check.
"As I understand it, Clockers come through portals. I'm not entirely sure how it works, as the families are very close-mouthed about their particular gifts, but apparently there are physical places that Clockers can open in order to move through time."
"Open? How?" Since when was I not completely denying the possibility of time travel?
Archer shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen it done."
My brain was going a mile a minute about everything that had gone down in the last four days. I felt like the answers were there, I just needed to sift through the madness to find them. I sat on a low wall and Archer dropped down next to me.
"Saira?" His eyes were full of concern.
"I'm fine. I just need to think."