Darkblade Savior
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And came face to face with a glowing, humming Scorchslayer pointed directly at her chest.
Chapter Twenty
The Hunter leapt past Taiana through the open door and bowled over Kalil. The smaller Elivasti fell hard, and the Scorchslayer flew from the smaller Elivasti’s hands to clatter off to the side of the room. Kalil’s head struck the hardwood floor, stunning him. He had no time to raise his hands in self-defense as the Hunter knelt atop his chest and brought his right fist back for a powerful punch.
“Drayvin!” Taiana’s voice cracked like a whip. “Wait.”
The Hunter held back the blow, but he didn’t take his eyes from the fallen Elivasti. “Why?”
“Let him explain himself,” Taiana insisted.
“He was pointing the Scorchslayer right at you.”
“I didn’t…mean to,” mumbled Kalil from beneath the Hunter. He blinked to clear his eyes, but made no move to defend himself. “I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.”
The Hunter lowered his fist, but he glared down at the man. “Speak.”
The words poured from his mouth. “I was just checking out the Scorchslayer, because I had an idea, see, and I wanted to test it to confirm the theory. But then you walked in and it was pointed at Taiana and…”
“Slow down, Kalil.” Taiana’s voice was firm, with no trace of anger or suspicion.
The Hunter shot a glance back at Taiana, who shook her head. After a moment, he stood, easing the pressure on Kalil’s chest.
Kalil drew in a deep breath. “Look.” He held up his right hand. The light of the glowing globes sitting on the table revealed his palm stained with crimson, and the Hunter’s nostrils filled with the scent of drying blood. “We know that most of the Serenii magicks are activated by Serenii blood, which means Elivasti blood. So I thought maybe it would be the same with whatever powers these things.”
“But you aren’t Elivasti,” the Hunter said.
“The blood is.” Kalil shot a wary glance at the Hunter before climbing to his feet with a wince. His left hand rubbed his chest where the Hunter had knelt. “I ran across a drunk Elivasti stupid enough to leave his company, and it was too good an opportunity to pass up. And, as I suspected, his blood was enough to activate the Scorchslayer.”
He turned and strode toward a darkened corner of the room that the globelight failed to illuminate. The corpse of an Elivasti sagged against the wall, not yet rigid in the stiffness of death. His neck had been broken, and a large gash had been carved down his forearm. Though his heart no longer pumped, the kill was fresh enough that the blood had barely begun to pool.
“Watch.” Kalil dipped three fingers of his right hand into the Elivasti’s blood, then walked over and picked up the Scorchslayer. The moment he placed his crimson-stained fingers against the translucent stone where the trigger of a crossbow would be, the stone flared to life, though with blue light instead of crimson like Soulhunger’s gemstone. Blue runes glowed along length of the stock and a loud humming filled the small room. The man pulled his hand away a moment later, before the weapon could fire, and turned to Taiana with a grin of triumph. “See?”
The Hunter picked up the second Scorchslayer, the one he’d brought for Arudan to study. It sat against a wall, nearly buried beneath a mound of ancient scrolls next to a stack of stone tablets. He studied the gemstone trigger and found a small, sharp needle set into the stone. The weapon literally consumed the Elivasti’s blood—just as the stones lining the walls of Khar’nath.
“So it only works with Elivasti blood,” Taiana mused. Her expression had grown pensive, and she tapped her frown-twisted lips with a finger. “Which means we need to get close enough to spill Elivasti blood before we can use them.”
Kalil’s face turned crestfallen. “Not the ideal solution, I know.”
“Not ideal, but still a good one.” Taiana placed a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. “In the heat of battle, plenty of Elivasti blood will flow. Your discovery could prove valuable. Perhaps it will even turn the tide in our favor.”
Kalil’s patchy beard and eager smile made him seem so young—hard to believe he was thousands of years old like the Hunter and Taiana.
“But now I have a new mission for you,” Taiana said, setting the Scorchslayer down on the table. “I need you to go to Hellsgate and keep an eye on the front. The moment the Sage shows his face…”
As Taiana gave Kalil instructions, the Hunter’s attention wandered to Arudan. The hairless, white-skinned Bucelarii had remained seated in his stuffed armchair throughout the entire ordeal with the Scorchslayer. He hunched over one of the stone tablets, concentration deepening the lines of his face. His lips moved as he read, and he didn’t look up at the Hunter’s approach. The Hunter had to crouch in front of the man to understand the words he muttered aloud.
“…Flaming Tansy only blooms under the full moon,” he was saying. “Planting it to the east of South Keep allows the ghoulstone to magnify the rays of moonlight to speed up growth, thus producing a larger flower with more potency and greater heat production when distilled.”
The Hunter shook his head. Once again, he’d gotten himself lost in the Serenii texts on gardening and caring for plants, as he had earlier. Perhaps he didn’t even remember Taiana’s instructions to study the runes on the Scorchslayer. As the woman had said, his mind struggled to retain new information—it was simply too full of memories. The curse of a long life indeed.
He stood and was about to leave, when Arudan’s whispered words caught his attention. He froze, his keen ears listening to the man’s mutterings.
“…growth cannot be rushed, for opia will only serve its purpose once it has come to full maturity. Direct sunlight is required, so my recommendation is that the plant is grown in direct sunlight.”
Hope surged within the Hunter at mention of the plant. Opia, the little purple berry known as the “fruit of the gods”. The plant that would purge the Irrsinnon and free Hailen from the curse of his ancestors.
“Arudan!” He gripped the man’s shoulders and shook him hard. “Arudan, tell me more about that plant!”
The bald-headed man flinched back, seeming shocked to find the Hunter standing in front of him. He raised his hands to protect himself. “Don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the Hunter snapped. “What can you tell me about the plant you were just reading about?”
Arudan’s gaze darted around the room and his midnight eyes latched on to Taiana. “Taiana, help me! Don’t let him hurt me!” Fear turned his skin an even paler shade of white.
The Hunter released the man’s shoulders and held up his hands. “Easy, easy. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Arudan.” Taiana came over and crouched in front of the hairless man, putting a soothing hand on his shoulder. “This is Drayvin, and he’s a friend.”
“A-a friend?” Confusion and panic mingled on Arudan’s face.
“Yes.” Taiana nodded. “You met him yesterday. You were very nice to him, too.”
“I-I was?” Arudan’s black eyes went to the Hunter’s face, but no sign of recognition showed in his expression.
“Yes.” Taiana shot a glance at the Hunter. “He’s a friend of mine, too.”
“If he was a friend, why was he shaking me?” Arudan’s voice sounded plaintive, almost childlike. “I don’t like it when people shake me.”
“I’m sorry, Arudan.” The Hunter lowered his hands.
“I don’t like being shaken,” Arudan’s brow knit into a frown and he rocked back and forth in his seat. “Don’t like it, don’t like it.”
“Never again, I promise,” the Hunter said. At their first meeting, Arudan had seemed forgetful, the result of a long life. Yet something about the way he shied back from the Hunter’s touch made it seem like more than that. Perhaps he truly was touched by the Illusionist like Hailen. “But, as my friend, can you help me?”
“Help you? With what?” The fear had begun to leak from Arudan’s eyes.
“Plant?” Arudan looked puzzled. “When was I reading about plants?”
“Just now.” The Hunter picked up the tablet that had fallen from Arudan’s lap. “In here.”
“In here?” Arudan’s forehead furrowed as he stared down at the strange Serenii runes etched into the tablet. His lips began to move, and within seconds, he was once again hunched over the stone, oblivious to the world around him.
“Arudan,” the Hunter said in a firm voice. He had to repeat it twice more before the man looked up.
“Who are you?” Arudan asked, and suspicion mingled with a hint of fear in his black eyes.
“He’s a friend of ours.” Taiana spoke up from beside the Hunter. “Drayvin.”
“Drayvin, hmmm? I suppose greetings are in order.” Arudan gave him a little nod—exactly as he’d done the last time they met.
“Drayvin wants to know something about one of the plants you’re reading about,” Taiana said in that same patient tone.
“It’s called opia,” the Hunter told him.
“Ah, opia. Of course!” Arudan’s eyes sparkled. “Such a fascinating plant. So many uses, though it tastes a bit odd if you eat it raw. Better to press it into a fine wine, perhaps with winter strawberries and—”
“Arudan.” The Hunter spoke gently, but his tone was firm. “Do you know where I can find it?”
Arudan looked up. “Find what?”
“Opia,” the Hunter said. He’d developed a good deal of patience over months of traveling with Hailen, but he’d soon reach its limits. “Where in Enarium can I find it?”
“I don’t know.” Arudan shrugged. He gestured at the pile of stone tablets strewn around the room. “I’m sure there’s something in these writings that could tell you, though.”
“Maybe in here?” The Hunter lifted the tablet from the man’s hands and held it up before his eyes. “Something about where opia grows.” The more he repeated it, the less likely it would slip from the man’s memory.
“Hmmmmm. Perhaps.” The pale-skinned man stared down at the runes, his brow furrowed in concentration. After a moment, his forehead smoothed and a smile spread his face. “Here we are.”
He cleared his throat and read aloud. “Opia must be planted at the summer equinox, for additional sunlight is required for the seed to take root in the earth. Patience is required, and the fruit’s growth cannot be rushed, for opia will only serve its purpose once it has come to full maturity. For faster maturation, it is my recommendation that the plant is grown in sunlight amplified by a mixture of sapphire and ghoulstone treated with weeping wintermoss.”
Arudan looked up at the Hunter with a triumphant smile. “A fascinating manual, this, written by a Serenii by the name of Yalleng, one charged with categorizing the plants growing in the Terrace of the Sun and Moon.”
“Where is that?” the Hunter asked. “The Terrace of the Sun and Moon?”
“If only Master Keeper Nals could see this, he’d weep tears of joy.” Arudan’s eyes grew unfocused, and he lost himself in a private conversation with himself. “He always was fond of the secrets of gardening. Said it calmed him, gave his mind a place to focus on the greater problems of the world. Why, he would spend hours every day…”
The Hunter reached out to touch Arudan’s bony shoulder, but Taiana’s hand stopped him. When he glanced at her, she jerked her head toward the door. “Come. Let us leave him in peace.”
“But the opia—”
“I will tell you what you seek.” She spoke in a quiet voice, and that strange expression had returned to her face.
Curiosity burned within the Hunter as he followed Taiana out of Arudan’s room. She closed the door gently behind them, then turned to him.
“Remember when I said you had become a gardener, caring for the Serenii gardens?”
The Hunter nodded.
“The Terrace of the Sun and Moon is where you spent your days.” She searched his face, looking for…what? A sign that he remembered? Did she hold out hope that some of his memories of their time together remained buried deep within him? It would be far easier to accept that his mind was affected in the same way Arudan’s was than to admit that her turning him over to the Illusionist Clerics had robbed him of everything they’d once shared.
“Where is this Terrace?” the Hunter asked.
Her expression tightened, and the searching look faded, replaced by resignation. “On the roof of Hellsgate.”
The Hunter’s gut clenched. Garnos had made it clear he wouldn’t be getting into Hellsgate, not with an army of Elivasti watching for him. Of course, even if he somehow managed to get his hands on the opia, he couldn’t be certain it would kill Hailen as it had Daladar, the young Elivasti that had died during the Expurgation in Kara-ket.
He wanted to go back into the room—what if those same tablets held an explanation of how to avoid the side effects of the Expurgation?—but Taiana’s next words stopped him.
“There will be time enough to save your Melechha.” Her voice held more power for its quiet tone. “When we rescue him from the Sage, you will have a chance to gather the opia to cleanse his mind. But our daughter does not have that sort of time. The Withering is almost upon us, and the Sage will seek to use the power of the Keeps. She must be our priority.”
The Hunter opened his mouth to argue, but he stopped himself. He ached to get his hands on the opia that would cleanse Hailen of the Irrsinnon, yet was that the most important thing at the moment? The Terrance of the Sun and Moon would still be standing when he defeated the Sage and freed Hailen. With the Withering so close at hand, there was a very real risk that the Sage could activate the Keep that housed Jaia—destroying the world and killing his daughter in the process. Much as he hated to pause his quest to save Hailen, he couldn’t simply break into Hellsgate. That meant waiting until the Sage and Hailen left the fortress.
Better to help Taiana hunting Jaia than sit around waiting.
“So be it.” The Hunter let out a long breath. The “shadow of the Serenii”—the presence of Serenii magick that thrummed through the entire city of Enarium—would hold Hailen’s madness at bay. The moment the Sage showed his face, the Hunter and Taiana would free the boy. Until then, he had another important task that required all his energy.
“Come, Az’nii.” He reached for her hand. “Let us go find our daughter.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The sun was fully visible over the eastern horizon as the Hunter and Taiana exited the tunnel into the empty stone building adjoining the one where they made their home. After scanning the streets to ensure no Elivasti patrols were in sight, they slipped out of the shadow of the four-story house and hurried in the direction of the nearest Keep.
The Hunter shot a glance at Taiana. What is she hiding from me? Everyone had something to hide—he’d learned that all too well during his years as an assassin—but he had wanted to believe that she, the woman that had been his wife in a life long past, would share her secrets with him. Yet she still hadn’t explained who the mysterious “Him” was that had given her the mission to free the Bucelarii. He hoped she’d trust him enough to tell him, but until then, he wasn’t certain how much he could trust her.
And that realization set anger burning in his gut. Perhaps he was expecting too much of her—too much had happened to both of them to hope they’d be the same people they once were—yet he’d told her everything, so why hadn’t she? What could be so secretive or terrible that she’d hesitate to reveal it to me?
He bit down on his anger as he followed Taiana. There’ll be time for questions once Hailen is safe. And Jaia.
The pointed tip of the blue-glowing North Keep rose into the sky just a few blocks from their hiding place. When they reached it, Taiana paused only long enough to ensure the streets were empty before hurrying from concealment toward the front. The Keep appeared like a single solid shard of sapphire thrust i
nto the ground, at least seven or eight floors tall. The only features in the glassy tower were a rectangular pane of glass for the door and the same square, fist-sized transparent gemstone that served as the locking mechanism.
The Hunter drew Soulhunger and held it up to the transparent gemstone. The square jewel flared bright blue and hummed quietly for a moment, then the pane of glass slid open without a sound.
He couldn’t help marveling at the ingenuity of the creation, and the fact that Soulhunger—the dagger that had been the bane of his existence for so many years—was now the linchpin vital for their success.
Once inside, Taiana motioned toward an identical locking mechanism beside the door. The Hunter pressed Soulhunger to the stone, and with a flash of blue light, the door closed.
The interior of the Keep was vastly different from the basement room he’d seen before. The center was hollow, with two sets of wide stairs circling either side of the room and rising to the upper levels. The Hunter counted eight floors, with a skylight of transparent glass at the pinnacle of the structure. Over the last day and a half in Enarium, he’d gotten used to the subtle vibrations running through the city, much the way a sailor grew accustomed to the rocking of a ship on open water. Yet within the Keep, the humming was louder, strong enough for him to feel it even through the thick soles of his boots.
The ground floor had three doors, and the Hunter moved ahead of Taiana to open the nearest one using Soulhunger’s gemstone. The glass door slid silently open to reveal two of the strange casket-looking objects made of white stone and a blue gemstone lid.
“Help me with this one,” Taiana said as she strode toward the nearest one.
The Chambers of Sustenance had no lock to hold them closed, nor any locking mechanism that could be activated with Soulhunger’s gemstone. Before the Hunter could question how the Serenii opened them, Taiana solved the problem by driving the metallic tip spikestaff into the crack beneath the lid and set about trying to prize the lid open. The Hunter added his weight to the spikestaff and though the ash wood shaft bent, it held. A few seconds of effort, and the lid popped open with a quiet hiss of escaping air.