THE BATTERED AND BLOODY MAN lay crumpled just beyond the entrance to the caves. A bellowing roar of indignant fury shattered Leseach's stunned horror.She stooped, slipping an arm under his shoulder and swung, throwing her other arm around his thighs and lifted, stumbling out of the thicket.Snapping snarls followed her. Shoulder blades flinching at the sounds, Leseach tightened her grip on the moaning man, lurching across the rocky riverbed, aiming for the river.Warning barks then a howl made the breath that had wedged in her throat gasp out in relief. She could hear the distance growing. The tehnears weren't going to leave their kill alone.Reaching the river, she booted smaller rocks aside, awkwardly sweeping her feet back and forth to create a smooth place to set him down.With a grunt of effort, she lowered first his legs then carefully his torso, keeping her hold across his back.Her hand touched the bandi sword embedded in his back.Rashid gave a hoarse gasp of pain.
WE RODE OUT TO THE hunt in open carriages, an organized mass of horse pulling vehicles laden with guests in ornate clothing. I pressed a hand out against the fine netting slung over the arches at either end of the wagon and watched a film of dust rapidly build over the mesh. The swaying motion of the carriages and the leg room made the journey feel ridiculously decadent; for a person used to centaur and horseback.I leaned back against Alek, a smile spreading as he tucked his arm around my back, hand splaying over my thigh.'Enjoying the ride?'I tipped my head back, meeting his dark blue gaze with a grin.'Yes! I didn't even realize carriage was an option.'He laughed while Elena, relaxing in the seat before us, twisted to look my way.'How else would you expect the royal family to travel?' 'I hadn't thought. To be honest.' One of the numerous things that had never occurred to me to consider.Alek snorted and Elena turned back. Beside her Aldeern sat with his back straight, h
THREE SEPARATE PUNCTURE WOUNDS, A shattered eye socket, numerous bruises, and fractured bones.The muscles in Alek's face ached with the force he held over them to keep his thoughts from showing.What could have caused such a reaction from her?The briefest glance up revealed Leseach sitting a meter or so from Rashid, her large eyes fixed on the man's face.Turning his attention back to the Lieutenant, Alek felt it as Cat made another pass with their merged energies, seeking out the last couple of contusions. He lifted his hand from hers at the all clear.Before Cat could remove her hands, Rashid's closed tight around the one against his palm.'Please!'The urgent whisper came out so quiet and quick Alek strained to make sense of it at all. Cat sat stiff, her forehead creased and lips drawn. Making a brief nod to the man she stood and brushed her dress down as Alek stepped forward to help Rashid stand.'Okay?' he asked in a measured tone.The Lieutenant returned the steady gaz
DRAWING NEAR THE DOUBLE DOORS that led to my mother's quarters I smiled to see Elena, Kass, Sian, Loi, and Ada waiting.'I'm getting married today!'Laughter rang out, and the girls pounced on me with tight hugs and squeals. After a noisy few minutes Elena's voice calmly cut through it all.'Congratulations on your wedding day, your Majesty''Cat.''Your Majesty,' Elena corrected. 'Allow me to present your wedding gift.' She nodded to the guards who each pushed a door wide open.I stared, mouth working but no sound coming out.Gone was the pale entrance way with feminine pretty furniture pieces. Instead the walls were a soft but rich burnt orange highlighted by a lovely darker mid-range wood that framed the edges, highlighting the light smoky blue ceiling. The side table had been switched from a white and gold gilded piece to something that looked as if it had been grown, not made, an incredibly wrought piece that didn't seem to have a start or end.With a gasp I twisted to l
WHAT HAD BEEN A CHAOTIC mess of exotic gowns that ended up looking like the prom section of a second-hand clothing store had exploded, now looked like I'd walked into the most expensive clothing boutique.I stood with a hand to my breast, breaths coming in astonished gasps as I turned slowly.Gone were the heavy-duty exposed rails littered with an array of colours and fabrics, instead built against the outer walls were wide dark wardrobes interspersed by drawers and cubbies out of which peeked the numerous shoes my mother had possessed. I spotted narrow high cubbies with my favourite boots and squat long cubbies with the elaborate hats I hadn't been forced to wear (yet).With all the clothes tucked within the dark polished wood wardrobes, silver handles bright from the overhead lights with the connecting crystals, the room felt as big as it should. But not overwhelming. Weirdly enough, it almost felt relaxing. Several comfortable but elegant stools were scattered about the place.I
KASSIE COLLECTED HER OWN GOWN from a rack and looked for a spot to change. Elena had ordered matching gowns for her, Sian, and Loi in their elemental colours. Simple twisted sheaths in silk, embroidered with designs suited to their elements, a split up the back so they could walk and graceful cowl necks. Nothing like Cat'sor really Ada'smasterpiece.Loi made a sound of amusement as the assistants clustered around Cat, who stood clad in red pants with a wire cage clipped over her hips. The servants needed to get the skirt over her head, but the size seemed to make it impossible yet didn't stop them trying a variety of angles. A gasp rang out when the skirt wrenched from their hands.Kassie looked for Elena, who stood just beyond the chaos, a tiny smile in place as she watched the skirt closely. The hum of the Sorceress' energy chimed out softly as she lifted the skirt higher over Cat, who stood with her arms high, posed as if about to dive. It lowered over her head, settling int
SIAN BURST INTO LAUGHTER AT Cat's giggles, the wide-eyed expression of shock ridiculously comical with the striking make-up she wore.People rushed left and right around them, carrying all manner of items while Sian and Kassie gathered Cat's beautiful, but excessive, train up between them. With Loi holding Cat's hand, the four of them moved cautiously down the hallway then into the crushing space of the turret.'Geeze, I always thought there was lots of space in these,' Sian said to Kassie as they edged down the stairs.'Focus girls,' called Elena from behind, while Kassie nodded in agreement to Sian.With slow mincing steps they made it to the bottom of the turret, all breathing a sigh of relief.The sound of many voices crying out in excitement made Sian and Kassie twist, looking around in surprise.Held back by lines of Cavalry soldiers, all decked out in armour that had been polished to a dazzling shine, ecstatic denizens shouted out at the sight of Cat.'Your Majesty!''Co
TRUE, IT WASN'T THE WEDDING I would have wished for. In some ways it was so, so much more.With my loved ones' close, and actual relatives walking me along the massive path of flower strewn carpet, my heart felt such a rush of emotions. The masses of ecstatic faces calling to me from behind the gilded rope that guarded my path, along with well-spaced out soldiers of the cavalry in gleaming armour, were something so foreign to behold. Yet their overwhelming joy, at the sight of me, at this historic day, at my dearest friends' walking with me, brought with it such exquisite elation that it took all my will to not cry in gratitude.Until that moment I hadn't fully realized just how much I could feel through my gift. Anger came naturally with fire, but so to, it seemed, did ecstasy.Elena had begged that I smile for this moment; physically it felt impossible not to. The muscles in my cheeks ached before I made it past the first few turns in the long path, but I still couldn't wipe the
Paiga gasped and Mila stiffened. A glimmer of annoyance flashed in Mama's eyes before she reached for Luca.'Yes, they have. But we won't. We're tied together. We will go in together and come out. You have to trust in us Luca. We need your energy too, please keep the right thoughts in your mind.'Luca swallowed, throat convulsing. He nodded. 'Yes, Aunty Dan'iss.''Listen up everyone!'Uncle Harlon's shout made Mila jolt.'Hush, Mila,' Papa joggled her in the sling. 'You're going to be fine, I'm right here.' He wrapped his arms around her. Heart pounding with nerves, Mila pressed her cheek to Papa's chest, listening as Uncle Harlon gave the instructions.A glimmer of eyes appeared by Papa and a moment later she felt the brief touch of Ery's hand to her head.'Bye Ery,' she whispered. The air within the cave started to hum with energy, all the adults calling theirs up. It made the space warm and comforting. Mila started to doze off.'Hold on,' Uncle Harlon called out. 'Here we
The conversation seemed easy after that.Ery showed the girls' how to swallow the worms whole. Mila screwed her nose up, grabbing her arms and shaking her head. 'No, no, no!'Paiga tried it. With a grimace, both Mila and Ery watching close, she plucked a wriggling worm up then dropped it in her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut as she gulped the worm down in one swallow.She opened her eyes and stared at Mila and Ery. 'It tasted good!''Really?''Yes, sweet.'Mila shook her head when Ery offered her the last one, motioning it to her. 'No, you have it.' The mushrooms were yum, and the sparks continued as you swallowed it. It was impressive on Ery with her fine almost translucent skin. Mila and Paiga gasped as the sparks flashed in her throat before another dim flash in her tummy. It made all three of them laugh, the two girls giggling away while Ery coughed her laughter.Next was the flesh and berries. Ery showed them how to peel a piece of flesh away from the main then mush the be
When the group came across a river, they stopped. After a careful taste test, dipping a crystal necklace in to check the quality, everyone was allowed to drink.Mila and Paiga wrinkled their noses at the odd smell. Like a cup of nellor left out for too long.'It won't hurt you, girls,' Papa said with a smile as he squatted to scoop water to his mouth. 'Drink up.'The two girls' sipped water from their cupped hands, giggling as it spilled out. The adults conversed as the two of them had fun flicking water at each other.An odd sound like a cough made Mila look up, Paiga too.Both girls gasped, stumbling back from the river.'Mila? What's wro-' Mama broke off as she looked up too.Uncle Harlon made a funning clicking noise.The strange looking person that clung to the ceiling with three others responded with clicks and whistles.Mama beckoned Mila and Paiga, and the two girls scampered to her side.'Mama, who are they?' Mila whispered, Paiga crowding close to hear the answer.
With that entertainment gone, Mila went back to focusing on her feet. Pull one knee high while keeping balance and drop it. Each step seemed to make her head go lower. But she kept going, with Mama and Papa pulling her along. Finally, after what felt like hours and hours, Uncle Gydon said they could stop.'Take your rest, I'll be waking you in an hour to keep guard,' he motioned an uncle. 'Then you take an hour watch and wake the next. You get five hours rest. Make the most of it.'Papa and Mama and several other adults had bags with clothing. It all got pulled out and spread around the group, trying to provide a little warmth and comfort. Mila curled up between her parents, her head against Papa's chest. It seemed so cold and strange she didn't think she could sleep.Then she closed her eyes.'Mila, lovey, wake up.'Mila stirred at Mama's voice and the gentle touch of her hand on her back. She sat up with a jaw-splitting yawn. Blinking, she peered around in confusion.'Mama, a
The air smelled cold, and something else, something Mila found familiar but out of place.'Mama,' she whispered. 'What's that smell?''What smell, lovey?''It smells like,' Mila paused, considering. 'It smells like the kitchen, when cook has fresh rabbits.'Mama didn't say anything but she looked at Papa.'I smell it,' said another voice from within the circle.'Me too.''Carrion?''Perhaps. The scent will carry when the air is still.'Not understanding what "carrion" meant, but glad that the adults appeared to have solved the smell, Mila relaxed a little, nose wrinkling at the sharp edge of that scent.Minutes ticked by as they covered good ground.'We're close,' said the man leading them. A screech flashed past overhead, the group twisting, following the sound.A man shouted.Mila's head snapped in the direction of the shout, just in time to glimpse the man's boots vanishing as something, something with enormous black wings, snatched him up!Shrieks of terror rang out
Everyone moved. It surprised Mila how many people were here, but so many seemed to be missing too. Mama took her hand. On her other side was her younger cousin Paiga. Normally she annoyed Mila, with all the questions she asked, but the scared expression in her eyes reminded Mila of Addy. She offered her other hand to Paiga, who took it with a tentative smile.The group began to walk.Mila hadn't realized until now how tired she was. She stumbled over the riverbed the rocks stubbing her toes as she held Paiga and Mama's hands. It made tears run down her cheeks, but she didn't stop. On and on, picking her feet up, tripping, Mama's hand stopping her from falling. Paiga tripped and Mila managed to hold her arm high enough to stop her cousin from hitting the stones.'Thanks, Mila,' Paiga sounded like she felt. Ready to cry. So very tired.Around them the adults talked. Mila listened.'Where do we go?''The hidden caves. We can keep underground nearly all the way to the coast.''The
Papa's energy sparked in alarm then Mama's too. Mila twisted to stare back at the way the sounds came from and spotted a bobbing light. Torch light.Mama and Papa kept low and began to move again, almost crawling. Mila crunched up against Papa's back, squinting at first then kept her head down to avoid the lower branches.The sounds of those approaching grew. Papa moved faster, Mama right behind. They scooted up higher, scrambling, and tucked against cold stone. Not a moment later the torches bobbed past, following the track they'd been on.The bobbing lights moved closer then away, and closer again. The voices, questioning but too quiet to make out the words, sounded near.Crouched against the narrow stone ledge, Papa and Mama held hands. The soft touch of their energy surrounded all three of them.The bobbing lights came closer, close enough that Mila saw the faces of those who held them. Five DeNaga men, armed with swords, axes, and clubs.Mila shivered at the sight of the
Now the puzzle looked a third smaller than when she'd stared, but instead of one beginning point to work from there were three. She regarded the three pieces while chewing on the inside of her cheek. Two circular and one rectangle. The rectangle had a large circular opening, about the size of the smaller circle. Mila focused on the larger circle and turned it around, looking for the switch. It looked different to the previous circles she'd worked with, the markings running out from the centre like a starburst. One line caught her eye. With a finger Mila traced down it then jolted when something clicked. She froze. Heart pounding in her ears, she watched the circle break apart, opening at all the lines of the starburst. With another click it moved into motion, each piece folding down on itself and merging with the next. A moment later a tiny gold ball like had been in the first puzzle piece hung before her eyes.Excitement ran through Mila when she realized how the pieces went togeth
An array of squeals, bells, rattles and shrieks rang out. Face white Papa reached for them as something flashed out from amongst the lock trap, winding around his leg, wrenching him off his feet as it wound back in the blink of an eye.Mama gripped Mila tighter, her voice breaking on a note of despair, 'ZAYCK!'In the centre of the ceiling held by his ankles, hung Papa.Mama's energy holding Mila clutched even tighter as Mama set her on the ground then stood and reached out with both hands toward the lock, her energy glowing. Mila stared, waiting to see what happened.Mama stretched her energy out, probing gently.It touched the first puzzle piece. A clattering of chimes and screeches rang out, sparks flying.In the centre of the room, jerking like a fish caught on a line, Papa made an awful shriek.Mila dropped, hugging her knees to her forehead, stomach and mind sick from that sound.Papa was the bravest, strongest man in the world.He couldn't be caught, be hurting.Who wo