(complete) Sex, intrigues, lies - the Game is like normal politics, just that now people lose their brain over it. Macbeth meets House of Cards and Game of Thrones in a fantastic ride to the Brexit referendum battled out in the reality TV show envir...
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Almost immediately, in fact so shortly after they had parted that Justin thought the rustling was still caused by Hel, the bushes behind Justin quaked. Justin didn't turn. All the faster he spun around when a voice started to resound from deeper in the garden. "The resilience of these plants is quite amazing. You can't even tell that they have been puked on by a ghost."
Justin squinted into the night where a shape detached from the other shades that he would recognize blindly. What he wasn't sure about however, was why he had come. The worst possibility came to his mind first. "Matis? Did your mother –," he interrupted himself as a second person joined them, and an eight-legged horse. "Flo?" Justin's voice toppled over. He tried to push the man back into the shades. "You shouldn't be here. You can't be seen, or –,"
Flo resisted Justin's attempts and put his hand on his shoulder. "Matis told me everything our parents are up to," he calmed him. "He made it my choice whether to show up to my own fight." A bit tartly he added, "what it should have been from the beginning."
Justin shrugged. That was something Flo had to duke out with Hel. "We were doing fine without you," he said, and it was from his perspective in that moment not even that much of a stretch. For the first time since Hel had told him of the rumors, he felt like they were on top of things. And the feeling was only partly due to knowing Matis at his side again. "Your daughter has left moments ago to fix everything."
On Flo, Justin's happy revelation had the effect of a bucket of ice water over the head while stepping on a pushpin. He jumped. His shoulders tensed. "What? Where is she?" His eyes scanned the surrounding and came to rest on the mansion that Justin had been watching. When Justin shook his head, Flo's eyes widened even further. "She's in the Tree? Tell me she isn't up to what I think she is."
Flo didn't wait for a reply. Mid-question, he jumped onto Slepnir, the curious horse he had once given birth to himself in the shape of a mare, and dashed off to find his daughter.
The shape of rider and horse were gone immediately from sight. Into the empty space that they left behind, Justin said, "She isn't up to what you might think she is." He smiled, shaking his head, until he became burningly aware of the presence of Matis. That was the moment to talk, but Justin's lips seemed glued together. The smile turning into a grimace. No opening wanted to come to mind.
"What's she trying?" Matis asked before silence could choke them.
"You know," Justin waved, "just erasing Boris's initial decision to murder from his leaf so that the past will be changed in the present for the future to unfold differently."
"Someone is still worshipping Newton, I see."
Justin's nose crinkled. "Na, we are long past that – or so Hel says."
"Perdita too."
"Must be right then."
"Girls." They looked at each other and laughed. It felt good. So good that Matis nudged Justin with his shoulder. A tingle on his skin made Matis aware of what he had done. He looked away and sputtered hastily, "Anyway. Isn't that a bit easy on him? He's a murderer."
