by Alexia Purdy
“I didn’t tell him to take her there because I wanted Corb to take her prisoner. I had to get her there, no matter what. I have to obey any orders from the King. He’s my father and also ruler of this realm, whether I like it or not.”
Nothing was short of shock written across their faces. Corb was Ursad’s father? It was unexpected at the most. Comprehension replaced the shock as they waited in silence, not knowing now if Ursad was a friend or foe.
“So when do we go then?”
“I can’t go there, it’s−I vowed I’d never return…”
“We don’t care about your tragic childhood or your insecurities, we want Shade back and you’ll help us. You owe it to her. She could’ve left you stuck as a deformed mess−a cursed outcast. She could’ve but she didn’t. You’re indebted to her.”
Ursad flinched at Soap’s words, baring his eyes into the intricately woven rugs on the floor. A thin line where his lips should’ve been told them his tension was eating him alive, maybe his guilt was too. He knew Soap was right. Shade was owed so many things for her many sacrifices for the Land of Faerie, including saving him from exile. He gripped the arms of his chair until his nails dug into the hardened wood, making them throb in pain and his knuckles turn bone white. Could he face Corb once more? He hated him with every morsel of his being.
The Ancient Ice King had approached him but a few days ago, after years of no contact, telling him what he had to do. Defying him would make things worse so he’d gone along with his orders and hoped that he’d let Shade go in the end. After all was done, he hadn’t let her go, obviously. This made Ursad’s chest ache with guilt and seared through his heart. Shade would have nothing to do with him now, for certain. This was the absolute worst of it.
“I understand. I’ll take you there, but the dome that protects the castle only welcomes kin once a moon cycle. When the moon is once more full, the gate opens and it will let me in and whoever is with me. That is almost two weeks away.
“What? Two weeks? No, we have to get there sooner. I’m not waiting two weeks. It’s your fault she’s in this mess! Fix it now or I’ll fix your face.” Brisa was on her feet again but Soap caught her before she could even step on foot near the prince. They didn’t want to end up dead before they could rescue Shade. Brisa wasn’t a sit and wait type of girl.
“Brisa,” Soap hissed. He pulled her back to sit on the settee with him in hopes he could catch her the next time she lunged at the prince like a wild animal. “You heard him. Two weeks. We plan our strategy and go from there. And…” He loosened his grip on her arm realizing she was squirming from the pressure. “You won’t be coming along.”
“The hell I’m not. You can’t just dump me here in this traitor’s fortress! I’m going, you better not stop me either cuz I’ll just…” Her voice trailed off with Soap’s hand over her mouth.
“I have to get you back home. You won’t be coming. Faerie is dangerous for humans. It’s no place for one without magic. Your fate would be my responsibility and I’m not sure I can protect you by myself.” Soap slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth as she seethed in silence. “Shade wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Alright?”
Brisa glared at him, unable to understand why she couldn’t go. She knew Shade wouldn’t want her to. The dangers she’d told her about Faerie were not pretty and having no powers was definitely not a plus here. Defeated, Brisa nodded, getting up to leave and get her things from her room. She paused at the door and threw Ursad an icy glare. “I won’t forget this. If Shade gets out alive, which you better hope she does, I will remind her of your lies and deceit. You’ll be very, very sorry.” With that she stomped from the room and down the hall.
Soap was left to come up with a plan. Two weeks until the full moon. Two weeks of torment to wait and see what had become of Shade and Dylan. He might be in constant competition with Dylan, but he’d grown used to his presence. The absence of them both weighed heavy on Soap and he cracked his knuckles thinking of them.
Ursad fidgeted in his chair. Watching Soap deep in thought made him nervous. He knew he wouldn’t be harmed, his guards were quick and would best him if they had to. It wasn’t that which had him so on edge−going against Corb was what he feared the most. He’d never attempted to defy his father before and he wasn’t looking forward to doing so. If he lived through this, he had to make sure Shade knew that he had never wanted this to happen. He’d never willingly put her in harm’s way, but the Ice King was persuasive.
Ursad would pay for everything sooner or later. Right now, he’d have to atone for what he’d done one way or another, that included helping Soap form a reconnaissance mission.
Chapter Thirteen
ICE RIPPLED ON shiny, polished surfaces, which gleamed with white and blue. It made Shade think she was still unconscious or dreaming for walls so smooth, yet wavy and blue-white couldn’t be real. Blinking, she reached up to rub her eyes and let them adjust further to the brilliant illumination surrounding her.
Sitting up she felt a slow pulsating of a fading headache as she examined her surroundings. Warm silken sheets were under her, the same color ice blue as the walls. It was some sort of bedroom, complete with a mirrored dresser, a carved ice wardrobe and small loveseat set to the side of the bed with enormous fluffy blue pillows to sit on. She glanced above, feeling snowflakes landing softly on her nose. The room was opened to the outside through the roof and the white sky blended into the sharp ice tips that made the castle’s exterior.
The snowflakes felt good on her nose, it wasn’t freezing cold as she would’ve expected. In fact, the lack of cold from the obviously frozen surroundings jolted her into full awareness. Glancing down, the jewel encrusted dress she wore was way too thin to offer any protection from the frigid temperature. What was this? Where was she?
She dangled her legs over the side of the bed and stepped onto the smooth ice flooring. A dusting of fresh snow littered the ground but it felt of nothing, not cold, not hot. Just was there. She walked over to the dresser and sat on the small cushioned chair that stood before it. Glancing up toward the mirror she sucked in her breath as she studied a stranger’s reflection.
Her skin was pale, ice blue, like the frozen walls around her. But, her lips remained pink and lush. Her brown eyes stared back at her through ringlets of curls for her hair was piled up on her head and clasped with a diamond barrette. She looked ethereal, unnatural. Even her fingernails were pure white, like snow.
She stood up, spinning around the room to see if anyone was around. “Hello?”
The shifting ice groaned in response but nothing alive answered back. She couldn’t see a doorway, and she feared she was trapped. But, was this not her home now? Her confusion made her mind spin and she sank back down onto the edge of the bed, afraid to realize she couldn’t remember anything, or anyone. Just her name.
“Shade?” A calm voice with a familiar ring to it echoed in the room. A rounded doorway appeared in one of the solid walls, sending her to her feet, searching for some kind of weapon. Grabbing the lone candelabra sitting atop a side table next to the bed, she readied herself to pummel the owner of the intrusion.
Instead, Dylan walked through the door. Or a very changed Dylan. His skin was the same ice blue as hers but his lips were a welcoming shade of pink. His black locks lay carelessly across his shoulders, laced with wisps of ice. Shade wondered why it was that she knew his name, but nothing else. Smiling she dropped the candelabra, letting it clatter to the floor and ran toward him, nearly tumbled him to the floor as she embraced him.
“Whoa there, are you alright, my queen?” He squeezed her back before holding her out with his arms to take in her face. “Is something amiss?”
“No, no. I’m fine. I was just confused for moment. I’ve forgotten where I am. What is this place? I can’t remember for some strange reason.”
“I know, I feel the same. It all seems so familiar but things evade my thoughts even if I concentrate to try to remember. But…”
He stroked her hair back, his sweet smile making her relax and feel a flutter of warmth inside. “I remember you very well. I remember your name, your face, your voice, your scent…”
Shade’s heart hammered in her chest, closing her eyes as his lips hovered so close to hers. There was nowhere else she wanted to be. Nowhere that Dylan wasn’t.
“Yet, you look different. I’m changed as well.” She flicked her eyes open to his statement. He seemed as confused as she was, but relieved to find her in this frozen place. His skin felt slightly warmer than hers but the white blue with a touch of frost sheen to it seemed an unnatural tone for him. Only his eyes and dark hair were the same and she ran her fingers through the hint of ice which clung to his locks. Tracing them to the ends until her fingers caressed his skin. His hair now just past his shoulders, growing so fast, he’d have his previously long mane back soon. He’d cut it to mourn his life at the Teleen Caverns. He had to give up his prestigious position as Captain of the Guard to save his brother Darren and be bound to Shade by blood to protect her. He had been reluctant at first, but now, being at Shade’s side was the only place he desired to be. But, how did she know this? What did it mean to her?
She shook her head, confused and wanting just to hold him for now.
“What is this place?” Looking around them, they decided to exit and explore.
“I have a very strong feeling that it’s The Great Divide−the Ancient Ice King’s castle. Not too many castles are made of ice in Faerie. Funny, I don’t remember much but small things do come to me.” He glanced at her in his periphery, throwing her a sweet smile. She flushed and kept close to him as they walked slowly down the hall of ice, gripping his hand in hers.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.
“I’ll never leave you. Never willingly, at least. You know that right?”
“Yes.”
They crept on slowly, trying to stay aware of their surroundings. The place seemed abandoned−not a servant nor the Ice King made an appearance. Coming to a huge palatial room, they stood in awe of the vast spread of food waiting before them on a long table. Two places were set up at one end and they glanced at each other before they proceeded and sat down. Silver cups stood before them and their plates waited to be filled. Shade reached over to touch the cup and it spontaneously filled with rich red fluid. Dylan did the same with his, bringing the filled cup to his lips to taste it.
“Wait, you don’t know what that is,” Shade shook her head at him, her eyes widening with fear as he took a sip.
He put the cup down and shrugged. “I feel fine. Hey, we have to eat. I’m thinking this is for us. Two settings? How much of a coincidence could that be?” He grabbed his plate and started loading it up with the plethora of fruits, chicken, vegetables and more. Shade threw him a dirty look for his gluttony and sighed. He was right, her stomach was rolling in complaints from her hunger. She reached out and plucked a few grapes, chicken and something that looked like mashed potatoes slathered in gravy. Shoving it into her mouth as it watered from the yummy aromas.
So far, they hadn’t keeled over, thank goodness. Relieved, Shade continued to eat until she felt fat as a tick and settled back in her chair, sipping the fruity tasting red drink that kept refilling itself. She watched Dylan polish off three plates and down at least four cups of drink. Studying the room, she felt as though she was being watched. The walls could have eyes for all she knew. She shuddered, not from the cold, but from the dread that crept along her skin like night crawlers. How could she feel safe and yet so frightened all at once?
“How do we get out of here, Dylan?”
He wiped his mouth as he did his own scan of the room. “Good question. I’m not sure, but there has to be a way out of here, right? Somehow, we got in.”
She nodded, reassured that he was with her, no matter where here was. “What should we do then? I don’t know about you but the cold doesn’t seem to be bothering me much. I thought I was human, so I should be a Popsicle now.” Bringing her pale hands up, she studied the off coloring of her skin. Touching her fingers to her face, they felt warm to her, not frozen like they appeared. So strange.
“I feel fine. I feel great actually.” He grinned and stood up, offering his hand to her and they made their way through another hall. The place was a labyrinth. How anyone managed to not get lost here was a feat unto itself. The ice sculptors, carved halls and doors were so intricately done, she wondered if they ever melted. Probably not. Wherever this place was, it was cold enough to build a castle made of ice so it probably never got warm.
“Shade, do you remember anything, anything whatsoever about life outside these walls?” Dylan kept on, his tunic shifting with every step. It clung snugly to his broad chest and his pants were just the same. She blushed, realizing her admiration of his body was getting quite absurd. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Maybe that was a good thing. They obviously liked each other. Why fight it?
“No, I don’t remember anything or anyone besides you and the Ice King Corb. Why is that? Why do I not feel like it matters much? Bits come to me like a foggy dream but they don’t mean much or I can’t figure out what I’m supposed to know from them. I’m just happy to be here with you.” She squeezed his hand and felt his reciprocate. Somehow, with his small gesture, he made everything okay.
“Me too. It’s quite odd isn’t it?”
“Yes. Quite.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I EXPECT YOU found the castle to your liking?”
Shade jumped as well as Dylan from the frosty voice that emanated from the doorway. They were both back in her room, the one she had initially awoken in and had been chatting incessantly as they sat on the bed. Dylan had also woken in his own ‘room’ but found hers more comforting. Maybe because she was in it.
“Corb.” Shade stated more than asked. Her eyes widened at the Ice King and she jumped to her feet. Dylan had moved around the bed to stand by her, ready for a fight if need be. “What’s going on? Why are we here?”
His flat expression gave them no clue of his mood. Mother of pearl irises made him seem more like a ghost than anything else. He was handsome with his sharp nose and carved jawline. The long mane of white with a black inlay of hair was tied tightly into a lone ponytail which trailed down his back. He looked different somehow. He was no longer wearing his white attire he’d worn when they’d arrived. Now dressed in his black riding attire, the lieutenant’s uniform he’d worn when he led Aveta’s army. He looked somewhat tired, as if he’d been riding for many hours. Dirt clung to his boots in small clumps, trailing bits all over the snowy floor.
“It doesn’t matter anymore why, it matters that you are here now, both of you. Forever. I’m glad you’ve found it cozy enough and have each other’s company as I am away a lot dealing with Aveta and the Unseelie Army. I still lead them for now and there have been some changes going on that I personally have to take care of.” He slowly pulled off his black leather gloves and rubbed his eyes, looking more and more exhausted. “I’ll take my leave now. Continue to enjoy the grounds but I warn you, don’t try to go past the gates of my castle, you will not be able to pass and it will alert me immediately.”
“Wait, how do we find you if, you know, if we need to ask you something.” Shade attempted to stall him before he disappeared to who knows where for who knew how long. “And why can’t we remember anything at all?”
Corb sighed, partially turning away from them, obviously annoyed. “I will explain a lot of this later. There is nothing to fear, this is your home now. That’s all you need to know.” With that he disappeared behind the closing doorway, as if he’d never been there. Only the small specks of dirt left in his wake told otherwise.
“Well that wasn’t very helpful.” Shade groaned and plopped back onto the bed, staring up into the open sky above. The snowfall had stopped and only white clouds shifted above like billowing puffs of cotton. “That Aveta he speaks of, do you know who that is?”
Dylan
slumped onto the bed next to her leaning on his arms as he turned toward her. “Not a clue. It does sound oddly familiar, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She slipped in between the sheets, more out of habit than the cold, and bunched the pillow under her dark locks. She felt homesick, but, where was home? She had no memories of home and couldn’t remember, try as she might, if she had any family. It was an odd and sad feeling, like a lost photograph which should have been the most precious of treasures.
“I guess it’s just you and me then.” Dylan traced his fingers over her cheek, sending sparks of electricity along her skin. “Are you tired?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure why, I’ve been sleeping forever it seems.”
“Me too, I’ll let you rest. I’ll be down the hall, three doors to the right if you need me.” He sat up to leave but she curled her fingers around his wrist before he got away. Turning to see the fear in her eyes made him stop cold, unable to leave her in such a state.
“Please stay, don’t leave me alone in this place,” she begged.
He nodded crawling back up to the second pillow next to hers. He shifted until he was comfortable but remained above the sheets. He knew they were close, but he couldn’t remember how close they really were. In the meantime, going slow seemed to be the right thing to do.
A flash from her necklace caught his attention and he reached out to stroke the two ampules hanging from the silver chain. Another charm, a familiar looking acorn-like seed hung, held in place by a metal loop. Something about it made his mind tingle, like a forgotten memory and he stared at it a good while.