Champion Complete Series

by Francheska Fifield

  She comes closer and leans against me. She often finds comfort in being close to me, though I am not sure why. I know her presence comforts me but I also know the Kemp bond makes me uncomfortable if away from her, so I assume it is because I only know she is safe when she is near. She doesn’t have that excuse.

  I look down at her arm and, though she wears a long sleeve, I can sense the bandage and hurt underneath. The pain doesn’t bother her anymore; our bond allows me to know that much, at least. Her aunt’s healing helped and the new skin is toughening up.

  “Viktor let it go, it was an accident and the spell for dreams is holding since I strengthened it. I should have done it sooner but I didn’t think it would manifest that strongly while you slept. It’s my fault for not taking better care of you.”

  I put an arm around her shoulders and hug her close, not touching where I know the bandage to be.

  “It’s my job to protect you.”

  “And mine to care for you. We are a team now. You heard my father and read all about this while there, this isn’t one-sided. We protect and care for each other.”

  “What I did with our power to the merpeople…”

  She reaches up and put a finger on my mouth. Her skin is soft, her touch gentle.

  “You did what you had to, to protect me. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I would have done the same, had you been injured. Only none of them would have been left alive when I was done.”

  I look down to see if she is being serious or just trying to placate me. Her eyes hold honesty and I know she is entirely serious. I smile and grab my blanket, wrapping it around both of us. It is nearly morning and we will be heading out soon. Might as well stay awake now. Besides, I am not sure if I can have many more of those dreams without berating myself into total shame.

  She is seventeen now, her aunt and uncle are looking for suitors as she is now of an age-acceptable to be married. However, she is my charge, not my fiancée, and no one should have those dreams about anyone but a sweetheart.

  I sigh and vow that - no matter what - I will keep her safe. That is my purpose and I won’t fail, no matter what I have to do or sacrifice.

  Elainne

  When morning fully breaks, we pack up and head out. I am annoyed with Viktor as soon as we head out again, he has argued about me carrying a pack every day since starting, and continues to do so each morning. I insist I at least carry my own things; he insists everything go into his pack. I finally pointed out how hard it would be to protect me and fight for our lives if it comes down to it.

  He doesn’t like being forced to choose between my comfort and my protection, but like any good Kemp, protection wins. Therefore, I carry my own clothes and food. He carries a ton of water-filled canteens, extra weapons spread about his person, and the blankets we use. He found a way to have all the heavy bulky things in his pack without impeding his ability to protect me. Still, he complains each morning that I carry anything at all. Stubborn male.

  “How much farther, do you think?”

  I sigh and look around. We are still in aunt’s kingdom, but only just.

  “Not long before we enter no man’s land. I have no idea how long before we reach them.”

  “We should rest up before we get there.”

  He means no man’s land. Neutral territory belongs to no one and is filled with thieves, mercenaries, and all manner of thugs. Even worse, it is home to mountain lions, bears, and wild boars that can gore a man easily. We won’t sleep well.

  “I will take turns watching. I have been practicing defensive magic, father sent me home with all manner of magic tomes. Likely hoping it would make me want to go back, where I can get a teacher and learn everything much faster than if I am training by myself. Anyway, I can put up perimeter spells and defensive magic.”

  “You will sleep. I will keep watch.”

  I sigh. I am knocking him unconscious if I have to. Will it count as negative spell casting if I am doing it for his own good? I could just use a tree branch or something and skip the magical side effects.

  “Viktor, we will be in the territory for days, maybe as long as a week if the maps are right. You can’t stay awake that long without ending up half dead.”

  “I can. If you let me.”

  Oh, hell no! Is he serious?! Is he even thinking this through?! “Viktor, that’s so dangerous!”

  My father sent him back with books as well. Despite Viktor’s file saying he is not the best student in the classroom, he has read and memorized everything that my father sent him. Elves, full-blooded ones, can go without sleep for weeks at a time before it messes with them. He wants to draw my Elvin half from me, giving him the endurance of someone three-quarters Elvin. He will easily be able to go a week without sleep.

  I will be in a coma. I will sleep for both of us. Only a Kemp couple can do this kind of thing, it is usually during a siege or something, so the Kemp has more endurance than a normal Elf and can protect past the extent of normal ability. It is used so rarely because sometimes the charge doesn’t wake up; sometimes, the Kemp uses too much and then they can’t wake the charge afterward without killing them.

  “Viktor, we don’t even know if it’ll work right, me being only half and you being less. What if I don’t wake up from the coma?”

  “You will. I won’t pull from you unless I need to. I can carry you and protect you if need be…”

  “And when a group of thugs come along and steal my body while you are fighting a few of them, what then?”

  In a siege, you can leave people to care for the charge while you protect it. We are not in one of those situations.

  “I will try a spell, but I won’t do that one unless I have no other choice and it is life or death anyway. We are better off being a team.”

  I know he thinks he can just throw my pack over his shoulders and run straight through whilst carrying me, but I don’t think it’ll be that easy. He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t want me taking guard duty. For heaven’s sake, I have more magic than he does and I am more proficient. I can take care of myself. I appreciate Viktor choosing to follow me, but he doesn’t have to make me seem defenseless. I fought for my life and survived without his help. He has to stop thinking that I am made of glass.

  I pick up the pace and grab his hand, squeezing. He looks at me, court-face in place. He wears the face in front of my uncle so that uncle can’t tell how close we really are. He never wears it when we are alone. I let go of his hand and look ahead. A gorge… great, that is like asking for trouble.

  “Viktor, I trust you, but this journey won’t be that easy. You can’t just throw me over your shoulder, unconscious, and carry me there. This trip will need both of us to make it there alive and whole. Please, trust me.”

  He sighs and nods. He still avoids looking at me and I can feel him try to smother his worry so I won’t sense it.

  “Don’t worry; we can do anything when we’re together.”

  “I know.”

  He never lies to me, would never even consider it. Sure, he omits but never lies. So, if that is not why he is worried…

  “Viktor, why do you worry, if not for our safety?”

  “I don’t want you to see me kill again.”

  Ohhh. Poor Viktor. “Viktor, I don’t care what other people say. I’m not ashamed of what you did to the mermen, and I know if you have to kill to protect me, you will. I am not a normal human; I know death is part of being a Kemp. You kill to protect, it’s in the job description. Nothing you could do would bother me or make me think less of you.”

  “Your aunt was disgusted as well. Or at least, afraid to think I had that much access to your power.”

  I didn’t know that. She hadn’t said anything to me. In fact, she’d gone through a lot of hassle to get my room switched to one that had an attached room for Viktor. Explaining to the court had been fun, not, but she spent a lot of time and energy on it. Uncle refused to let Viktor near me, and my aunt refused to listen to uncle.

 
; “It’s supposed to take a long time and deep bond for you to be able to access my power. Besides, I wasn’t blocking you from doing so. I do now that we know you can do it.”

  “She thinks I’m an abomination.”

  “Everyone thinks the same about me. I have ceased letting what they think to matter to me.”

  Viktor

  I look at Elainne. She cared before when I first met her.

  “What made you stop caring about how others felt about you?”

  She shrugs, smiling at me.

  “Viktor, the only person’s opinion that matters to me is yours.”

  She adjusts her pack and swings an arm at the gorge we face. A nearly clear film spreads through the gorge; she shakes her head and sighs. A heavy gust of wind has rocks falling. We hear screaming and I look over at Elainne. She doesn’t look bothered by it. She is a fair ruler, she makes good decisions, and she lives for the people. How does she accept death so easily?

  “It’s because of you, Viktor. I know you doubt yourself. I can sense it. These men were going to ambush us. You could have been killed protecting me. If I have to kill them to stop that from happening, so be it.”

  She drops her hand and starts walking. She worries about me, the same as I worry about her. I run, catching up to her and matching her pace. She is right; I don’t have to sacrifice my humanity. I just have to decide what is more important. Their lives or hers. I will always choose her.

  “I choose you.”

  She smiles and nods, but keeps walking. We have to pick our way over rocks. I try to help her, but it turns out she is more sure-footed than I am. She is graceful, weaving her way over and around the boulders in her path. I am scrambling to keep up.

  “Viktor, do you want me to carry your pack to while we go through the gorge?”

  Over my dead body is she becoming a packhorse. I shake my head; she gives me a frustrated look and sighs but continues. She stops, leans down, then quickly rises and wiping her hands on her pants. Blood. I hurry to catch up, trying not to trip on the uneven ground. She rushes from the spot she’d been standing once I catch up.

  I look down. There is a person, or half of one, anyway. The boulder has crushed him, blood is splattered everywhere. His shoulders, neck, and head are not under the rock. She has closed his eyes. I walk around the blood as much as possible but can’t avoid it all. Oh well. They had nefarious plans for us; I guess they got what was coming to them. Still, I can feel her sorrow at the necessity. She doesn’t like to kill. It stains her soul, that’s why I exist. To do it for her. If I could have done the spell, I would have, to save her from having to feel the guilt.

  “Elainne, wait up.”

  I hurry after her and she slows her pace so that I can catch up.

  “You are much better at this than I am.”

  She shrugs, not looking at me.

  “Every Elf has to be able to survive off the land, to go out and silently live for a time. Mother learned with me but didn’t have to pass the test. We both exceeded what my father expected from us. I passed with flying colors. It made him less ashamed of me, but no more accepting. I suppose, with my new-found magic, he thinks he can just push the human emotions out of me and make me an acceptable heir.”

  “I can’t see anything pushing those emotions out of you.”

  She smiles and nods her agreement.

  “He would have to kill you, Viktor. I’m always emotional when you are involved.”

  I want to ask what she means by that because she lightly blushes and picks up her pace, but I don’t. I am not telling her everything, so she likely won’t feel the need to tell me everything either. I pick up my pace and manage to stay even with her, though I have more trouble getting around and through everything than she does.

  “And killing you would lessen my appeal. No more Kemp. It would make me less Elfish and much less inclined to do anything but kill him back. I guess he is in a no-win situation. He’s just too damn stubborn to figure it out.”

  “You said before that you wouldn’t win a fight with him.”

  “No.”

  She seems so nonchalant about dying. Does she really care so little for her life? Is she that unhappy?

  “You wouldn’t be saddened by death?”

  She shrugs.

  “I would be saddened by your death, Viktor. Usually, the Kemp bond only makes the Kemp need to be near the charge. I told you before, some kind of love was always involved, but it isn't exactly like that. They don’t have to like or even respect each other. Feelings don’t enter into it at all for the charge. The Kemp worries over the charges safety and only feels entirely comfortable when there to protect them, they love the feeling of protection that they give to one another. All other feelings are the feelings of the individuals themselves.”

  Does she know about my dream? How much had she sensed from me while I slept? Does that mean my feelings for her are not that of a normal Kemp? Wanting to be near her all the time, even when I know she is safe, isn’t normal?

  “So, do you think something is wrong with our bond?”

  She blushes and avoids looking at me. I have stared her in the eyes a few too many times without permission. Now she can’t look at me. The irony of it doesn’t escape me.

  “No. I think it’s us. Our feelings for one another make the bond… unusual. Very different from the usual bonds between a Kemp and charge.”

  Well, neither of us are full-blooded Elves, so maybe that is why. Perhaps our human parts are too strong to not intermingle. “Are we to human?”

  “Yes. The Kemp bond is about protection, pure and simple. Elves can protect someone they dislike, can work with them, dine with them, and trust them with their lives. Their personal opinions don’t interfere with their opinions of the person’s abilities. Humans let emotions color everything they do. We are too human. The Kemp bond is different for us because we are human, and our opinion of the other person is colored with emotions.”

  Mason would tell me I am insane and I would have to agree this time. I am stepping so far past inappropriate; I am about to punish myself.

  Elainne

  Viktor looks deep in thought. I have made us sound like lovers and I can feel myself blushing. He likely thinks me insane; I think myself insane. I trust Viktor; I always have, even before knowing him. That is the Kemp bond; even before linking we trusted the other with our life. I have also grown to respect his loyalty, his fierce and stubborn personality, his dedication.

  We have become friends, but it seems to me after everything we have gone through that we have become something more. Not lovers, but we are in a weird limbo zone that I can’t really define. I am not likely to try either. I am not messing with something that works, and I have enough on my plate. So does Viktor. He will be meeting his family if they still lived. Even if not, he will meet people that knew them.

  “Are you nervous, Viktor? I mean, when we arrive you could…” I let my sentence runoff. He will know what I mean. We often seem to know what the other is thinking, even if it is not something that our emotional sensors pick up.

  “A bit.”

  I nod, not pushing for more. I have gotten used to Viktor opening up to me, but when nervous he slips back into his habit of not saying much. His saying so little tells me more than the hoarseness of his voice or the clipped tone about how nervous he really is. Time to change the subject.

  “So, where shall we stop for the night?”

  “Is there a tree to climb?”

  I look at him, unbelieving until I see his face. He really wants to climb a tree to sleep.

  “We can find one. Are you sure, it’s safe? You’ve been tossing and turning a lot in your sleep lately, Viktor.”

  He shrugs.

  “I won’t sleep right next to you so I won’t knock you out.”

  That is not what I meant. “I don’t mean that. I just… well, if you have another nightmare and thrash…”

  “I haven’t since you increased the power put into the dre
am spell.”

  Since we’ve been on the road, it is true, he hasn’t had a nightmare, but I am on the verge of freaking out here. What if this is the one time that he does? We will be high enough in the tree that no one will see us from the ground, so it will be a long fall and rough landing.

  “I can spell you up… sort of.”

  “If you put a spell on me to keep me in place you will get the negative effects as well, and won’t be able to move. If we need self-defense, it won’t work. I’ll take my chances.”

  “That’s not what I planned to do.”

  I try to avoid looking at him. What will he see if I say I am going to tether him to me? If he starts to go down, the magic rope will catch him, and he can’t go down without me.

  “I don’t get it.”

  I nod. “I will show you when we find a tree.”

  It is a smart idea. If someone comes after our stuff and us, they will have to bumble up and we will have time to call upon our magic to defend ourselves. I am putting up a barrier spell, so if anyone tries to get within ten feet it will break his or her kneecaps, or something equally unnerving. Pain tends to make people rethink their actions.

  I am not telling Viktor, he won’t approve. He is the Kemp; he has to protect us. However, for now, he cannot refrain from using his magic. So, when it comes to physical fighting, he can protect while I defend. Magically, I am the sword and he is the backup. It can sting all he wants it to, but that is the way it is.

  “Why? Are you thinking about doing something I won’t approve of?”

  Damn those emotional sensors! I can pick up if he has a strong feeling of pain, anger, or fear. Things like that. He can notice most things that are not a completely positive emotion.

  “I’m not.”