by JA Andrews
“Nice to have the group back together.” Douglon pulled his axe out.
“How exactly did you get Ayda to change into a tree?” Alaric asked conversationally, knowing Gustav couldn’t stop the spell to tell him. Alaric kept walking slowly around the circle of runes, deciphering each one.
Saying that Gustav had been overly cautious was an understatement. Any other time, it would have been funny. Runes were double and triple written to make sure there could be absolutely no doubt as to their meaning, yet each individual mark was sloppy.
“You really aren’t very good at runes, are you?” Alaric asked. “You weren’t pretending with Douglon’s map. These are awful.”
Gustav glared harder, then turned and looked intently at the runes directly before him and began to mutter again.
“Afraid to talk to us, Shade Seeker?” Douglon asked.
“He can’t,” Alaric said, smiling. “He’s begun the spell. If he does anything besides read these excellent runes he’s worked so very hard on, the spell will unravel. Or worse, mutate.”
Douglon sniggered. “Maybe I should throw my axe at him. Think he can read and dodge at the same time?”
Gustav’s head whipped up again, and he pointed frantically to some runes set off from the others.
“Ahh,” Alaric said, glancing toward the runes. “He has put some protection in place. You probably can’t actually touch him. Even with your axe. Were you nervous someone would disapprove of what you’re doing here, old man?”
“Gustav, what are you doing?” Brandson asked quietly. “Mallon killed my parents.”
Gustav looked up at the smith and a flicker of doubt crossed his face. But he brushed the doubt away with a scowl and turned back to reciting his spell.
Douglon growled and threw his axe straight at Gustav. The blade hit an invisible wall and rang out, bouncing away from the wizard and landing near Douglon’s feet.
Gustav jumped back, glaring at Douglon.
“Yup,” Douglon said, picking up his axe. “He’s protected.”
“Why are you doing this?” Alaric asked Gustav. “Everyone was perfectly happy thinking Mallon was dead and gone. What possible reason would you have for raising him?”
Gustav narrowed his eyes, then went back to work.
“I’m actually interested,” Alaric said. “Power? Prestige? Did Mallon promise you a dukedom?”
“You had better things than that when you had these people’s friendship,” Milly said. “Somehow, I doubt you’ll get that from Mallon. You picked the wrong side.”
“Mallon just needs a puppet,” Douglon scoffed. “Most people would have been smart enough to cut the strings when Mallon disappeared.”
Gustav’s face was red. He clamped his mouth shut and shook his head vehemently.
“Do you hate the entire world so much you just want to see it die?” Brandson asked. “Even those who thought of you as a friend?”
Gustav opened his mouth to Brandson, then snapped it shut in frustration. He turned toward Alaric and stared at him intently. He pointed to his own head, then to Alaric’s. The old man was pointing and staring so frantically that Alaric almost laughed.
“You want me to read your mind?”
Gustav nodded vehemently.
“Okay,” Alaric said, “I can’t say I don’t have a morbid interest in what I’ll find.”
He closed his eyes and reached his mind out toward Gustav. The wizard stood perfectly still, his mind still focused primarily on the rune at his feet, but there was one image sitting prominently in Gustav’s mind. A tall, angular man stood on a hill, the Greenwood spread out before him. It was Mallon, his glittering black eyes looking impressed and pleased. The Rivor’s face showing clearly that he saw Gustav as useful—valuable even.
Alaric pulled back out of Gustav’s mind and opened his eyes. The wizard stood before him, chin raised, eyes blazing defiantly. He looked old, and Alaric was struck by the great loneliness that Gustav carried within himself.
“There are better things to crave than being useful to a man who sees everyone as a tool,” Alaric said.
Gustav looked at him for a long moment, his face indecipherable. Taking a deep breath, he continued to read the runes.
“I need some time to read all these runes,” Alaric told the others. “Distract him. Do anything you can think of that will slow him down. But don’t get too close. I don’t know what other sorts of protection he’s set up.”
Douglon grunted and moved directly across the runes from Gustav, training his gaze at the wizard and pacing him step for step. Gustav attempted a sneer, but it looked rather sickly.
Milly and Brandson whispered together for a minute before Brandson sat down with a groan and Milly ran toward Douglon and Gustav, tossing something shimmery on the ground near the runes before grabbing Douglon’s arm and scooting them both back. Brandson tossed a small rock to the same place. Flames burst from the ground, shooting higher than Gustav’s head. The wizard jumped back.
“This fire powder is great,” Douglon said. “You could have saved Brandson a lot of work, though, by lighting his forge with it every morning.”
“What’s the word he used when he pretended it was magic?” Milly asked.
“Incende!” Brandson shouted as he tossed another stone into some powder.
Gustav leaned forward, trying to concentrate on the runes amidst their distractions.
“Can you read through fire?” Milly said. She walked close to the next rune past Gustav and threw some fire powder directly on in. Brandson grinned and threw a rock, sparking a flame that obscured the rune for several seconds before beginning to die down. Gustav snarled at Milly and had to wait until the flames were low enough for him to stomp out so he could see the rune again. Meanwhile, Milly moved to the next rune and sprinkled on some powder.
Alaric continued to decipher runes until he reached those that stretched out around the Ayda-tree. The more runes he read, the more his sympathy for the wizard disappeared. “So this is how you chose to name Ayda?” he asked, joining the efforts to distract Gustav. “‘The enclosed creature’? That’s vague. Really, all you needed to do was assign an energy rune to Ayda near the beginning, then refer to it here. You should rely more on your mental focus and less on descriptive runes. Let’s erase these and start over. We could probably use a third of the runes you’ve scribbled here.
“And watch this one. It looks a bit like ‘pig’ instead of ‘blood.’ That could make things interesting.”
Gustav slapped his hands over his ears as he leaned down closer to the runes and kept muttering.
“Will it work?” Milly asked from across the circle.
Alaric sighed. “Surprisingly, it will.” He pointed to the rune about Ayda. “He must have originally meant the dragon when he wrote ‘creature.’” Alaric turned to Gustav. “Where is your dragon, by the way?”
Gustav kept his eyes on the ground, muttering quickly as he crept around the circle.
“Did he find out what you intended to do with him?”
Gustav ignored him. Douglon had taken to pacing near Gustav, growling. Gustav was trying his best to look only at the runes, but with each growl, he flinched.
Alaric had reached the rune that would draw energy from Ayda to reanimate Mallon. He was close to the Rivor’s crumpled body. Mallon’s long legs were akimbo and his gaunt cheek was shoved against the altar so that a skull leered out over his black hair. Sitting on his chest was Kordan’s dark emerald. And next to it, its red currents swirling unperturbed, sat Evangeline’s ruby.
Alaric stepped closer to read a particularly messy rune, the rune he had been looking for. There it was, drawn out on the ground, a rune set to draw the latent energy out of Evangeline’s Reservoir Stone. The energy that swirled in the ruby, the little life Evangeline had left, was now bound to Mallon. Alaric stepped forward again to pick up the ruby, but paused. Even if he removed it from the circle, the rune was linked to the ruby. It would still claim the energy. In a mat
ter of minutes, the Reservoir Stone was going to darken, the red light seeping out of the ruby and into the still body below it.
Alaric glared at the rune as though he could burn it off with sheer force of will.
The spell was going to work.
He was too late.
The rune circle was complete. It was ridiculously overcomplicated and messy, and not even remotely close to being a circle, but it was going to work.
The Wellstone sat on the altar just waiting for Gustav to call it out and fill it.
The Ayda-tree was firmly rooted in the flagstones of the courtyard. She was unmovable. And as long as she stood inside the rune circle, it would be her life’s energy that Gustav would sacrifice to wake Mallon.
The runes called out Mallon’s name, so removing his body from the circle would do no good.
Gustav had protected himself from weapons and interference.
Alaric was going to have to sit here and watch that wizard do exactly what he wanted to do, destroying what was left of Evangeline in the process.
And once the Rivor was raised? There was no way Alaric was going to be able to fight him alone.
Alaric sank down to his knees.
After all this, he was going to fail.
A rustling behind him caused him to turn. Nox had slithered up behind him, looking grave. Gustav’s eyes lit up for a moment seeing the lizard approach, but when Nox settled down next to Alaric, Gustav scowled again and went back to his runes.
Alaric almost asked what had brought Nox back, but he realized that, in the end, it didn’t matter. “You should leave. There’s nothing we can do to stop him.”
I heard what you said, and I have an idea.
Alaric looked at him, the vaguest stirrings of curiosity rising in his heart.
The rune that speaks of Ayda, Nox began, scooting up alongside Alaric. The lizard’s voice was quiet in Alaric’s mind. We could…
Nox paused thoughtfully, then let his head sink down to the ground. Never mind, it won’t work. You would think that after all these years, I would stop trying to fight the Shade Seekers.
Alaric looked at the enormous lizard head settled next to him and thought about the long years that Nox had been enslaved here. Years with no hope. And just when Alaric had offered him some, it was pulled away.
Alaric glanced up at Gustav to check his progress, knowing the wizard was moving inexorably closer to finishing the spell.
Inside the circle of runes, the wizard let slip a sly smile.
Chapter Fifty
Alaric glared at Gustav who went back to muttering and moving with terrific slowness around the circle.
The ruby still swirled on Mallon’s chest. Alaric’s hands itched to go pick it up. But it wouldn’t matter. The Reservoir Stone was called out by the runes. If he picked it up and ran as fast as he could, maybe he could get it far enough away that the spell wouldn’t drain it. But what would be the point of that? With Mallon raised, everyone would die sooner or later.
It made no difference. He might as well let her go this way.
His mind recoiled from the idea. Let her be absorbed into the power of a man who murdered and destroyed? There was a big difference between living in a dangerous world and being devoured by evil.
Alaric looked back at Nox, something tugging at his mind. The lizard was so despondent. Not that Alaric could blame him. Still…
Nox was just lying there. He had decided to come back to help, but now, he was just lying there. And Alaric was considering letting Gustav use Evangeline to raise Mallon.
Gustav was going to get exactly what he wanted. Again.
Alaric’s head snapped up.
They were doing exactly what the wizard wanted them to do. Again.
Some of the haze in his mind stirred sluggishly.
Alaric looked at the ground behind where he knelt. Not that he was going to find anything. There was no point.
“No,” he said out loud and shook his head to clear it. He focused again on the ground.
There behind him was a thin line scraped carefully through the dirt. It crossed right behind Alaric, went under Nox’s neck, and wiggled off around the circle.
Taking a deep breath, Alaric tensed all his muscles and lunged backward. It felt like he was pushing through mud or quicksand. With a final heave, he toppled past the line.
Fresh air hit his face and he took a deep breath. The haze in his mind scattered.
An influence ring. That stupid wizard had tricked him again. Alaric grabbed at Nox’s neck and yanked at him. The lizard glared toward him and left his head still, lying on the ground inside the ring.
Alaric tugged again but there was no way he was going to move the creature.
“Nox,” he urged, but the lizard turned away.
Alaric stepped back. “Sorry about this.” He swung his foot as hard as he could, kicking the lizard in the most vulnerable place he could find, the area covered in smaller, thinner scales right behind his front leg.
The fire lizard let out a roar and whipped around faster than Alaric had thought possible.
The Keeper threw himself backward and scrambled away from the enormous head lunging toward him. He heard Milly scream.
The jaws, wide open, froze inches from Alaric’s face.
“Nox?” Alaric asked nervously.
The lizard closed his mouth slowly and pulled back, blinking.
“There’s an influence ring there,” he pointed at the thin line drawn on the ground running around the outside of the rune circle, trying to explain. “Gustav was using it to make us feel hopeless. We needed to get out of it.”
Nox turned to look at the wizard and growled. Gustav was staring at them, the color draining from his face.
“At least now I know how he planned to keep his dragon still while he sacrificed it,” Alaric said.
The rune that is applied to Ayda just calls out a creature, so if we could get her out, we could replace her with a different creature, right? Nox asked. Can you get Ayda out of the rune circle?
Alaric looked at Ayda. One of Ayda’s branches hung a few inches outside of Gustav’s influence ring. He couldn’t move her as a tree, but he could certainly help her change back to an elf. How had he not thought of this sooner? Alaric shot a venomous look at Gustav. It was impossible to think clearly around that stupid wizard. The wizard opened his mouth to shout at him, but then snapped it shut again.
Alaric stretched out a hand to touch the Ayda-tree, but froze, remembering the last time he had helped her change. He reached out with his mind to find other sources of energy. He reached for the dense forest just outside the walls of the keep. He took a moment and felt all the life and energy sitting in those trees. Past Gustav’s protective wall, he caught a glimpse of the energy that was the wizard. Alaric grabbed onto that as well. Keeping ahold of that energy, he fixed a firm image of Ayda in his mind then touched a leaf on the nearest branch.
His hand clenched the leaf as a rush of power surged through his body so fast that his knees buckled. The trees along the wall of the keep withered, and Gustav fell to his knees with a yell. In a rush of fury, the tree transformed almost instantly into Ayda. Alaric fell to the ground.
He could feel fury rolling off Ayda in waves as he tried to catch his breath. She caught sight of Gustav and began to stalk toward him.
Gustav had frozen kneeling next to the altar and was looking at Ayda open-mouthed, white as the bones next to him.
“Ayda!” Alaric called. “Get out of the rune circle! He’s going to sacrifice you!”
Ayda’s step faltered. She dropped her eyes to the runes and to Mallon’s body propped awkwardly against the altar. Gustav turned away from her and stared desperately at the runes, chanting again.
Ayda stopped and stood still. Then her shoulders sank in despair as all of the fury drained out of her.
“Ayda!” Alaric yelled. “Gustav is doing this to you! There’s an influence ring making you feel like that! Come out!”
But Ayda didn’t move. She stood motionless.
Gustav cast one final glance at her then bent over and began muttering faster. He was approaching the runes that had surrounded the Ayda-tree and still enclosed the elf. Once the wizard read them, it would be too late to get her out.
There was one answer.
Alaric looked once more at the ruby swirling on Mallon’s chest. He knew, deep inside of him, that Gustav was right. There was not enough life in the Reservoir Stone to bring back Evangeline. He wanted to grab the ruby and run. Run all the way back to Evangeline and save her, fix everything, undo all the pain and suffering and death. But the reality of it all sat heavy on his chest, crushing him with the weight of all the dark things he had done—all in vain. There was no way to save her. There never had been.
Alaric gave the ruby one last, long look before turning away. He had spent a year trying to save her, not caring if the rest of the world burned. And all this time, there wasn’t enough of her left to bring back.
He couldn’t save the ruby, but maybe he could keep the world from burning. If Ayda were sacrificed, Mallon would gain all the power of the elves. The solution here, the only solution, was to give Mallon a weaker sacrifice. A sacrifice that Ayda could easily best.
Milly and Brandson were still busy trying to slow Gustav using the fire powder, so Alaric called Douglon over to where he stood. “Stand near the edge, but don’t cross the influence ring. I’m going to shove Ayda out. You may need to grab her and pull.” The dwarf nodded and positioned himself as close to her as he could. Alaric walked back around next to Nox.
And how will you get out, Keeper?
Alaric gave Nox a tight smile. “Ayda’s sacrifice would be so big that Gustav would be able to raise Mallon easily. My sacrifice will be much smaller. The sacrifice exceeds the reward.”
Nox’s eyes flashed. The lizard twisted his head to look at Mallon. A low growl started deep in the lizard’s chest.
Gustav continued reading.
There was no time left. Alaric cast a lingering look at the ruby swirling on Mallon’s chest. Then he took a deep breath and filled his mind with the desire to get Ayda out of the rune circle no matter what. He focused on that idea until there was nothing else in his mind. With a shout, he threw himself across the influence ring.