She heard a screeching sound and tried to see what had made it, but could only see the ceiling above her. She felt the touch of claws on her feet, followed by the caress of soft downy fur. The screech repeated itself, but this time it was followed by a low soft voice.
"I am Kal'ryni," it said. "I have come to free you. No longer will you be under the control of another."
The Princess struggled, but was unable to move or cry out. What was this creature going to do to her, as she lay there exposed and helpless?
All around her, a sound erupted. It sounded as if there were dozens of monks gathered in the room humming a short phrase that lasted only a few bars and then repeated itself. As they droned on, she smelled the scent of rotten eggs followed by a burst of heat. The creature was going to burn her alive.
She struggled all the more, but it did no good. She felt the flames lick at her feet and legs. She could feel the skin peel back along the lines the monk had cut. The burned skin separated and curled back, exposing raw flesh beneath.
She wanted to cry out, to scream at the beast to stop, to threaten the priests, but the pain was so great that she could only scream, and her screams caught in her throat, making no sound at all. She wept silently as the pain moved up her legs and onto her belly. As the pain seared along her chest and down her arms she was sure death would follow shortly, but it did not.
She felt claws sink into her stomach and chest as the mini dragon clamored across her burned and bleeding body. The beast leaned in closer and looked into her eyes. "Are you ready to be set free?"
Her heart raced at its words. Surely, this was it. The beast drew back its head and inhaled. She could feel the fire as it burst from the mini dragon and washed over her face. Her skin blistered and bubbled in pain as she tried in vain to cry out.
The Princess awoke in a large comfortable bed. Birds sang outside the window as the sun streamed in on her. It was warm in the light, but still chilly in the shadows. She sat up and looked down at her skin, recalling the dream of fire and knives and monks.
She ran a hand along her arm, recalling the cuts and seared flesh, and shuddered at the memory of it. She thought it must have been a dream, but it was so real, so fresh in her mind.
There was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal an old man in orange robes. His head was shaved and he walked slowly, leaning on a staff. He shuffled over to the bed and took a seat on the foot of it.
Ukina pulled the covers up to her neck. "Who are you and why are you here, in my bedchamber?"
"Your bedchamber?" He looked slowly around the room, then back at her.
She scanned the room quickly. She was not in her bedchamber. It was a strange room. "Where am I? This is not my bedchamber."
"Just so." The old man sat there watching her as she took it all in. What was this place? How did she get here? She just stared at the old man, waiting for an explanation.
"I see we were successful. No more falsehood shrouds you. You are now truth."
She gulped. "What happened? How did I get here?"
"You were bewitched. You have been under a binding spell that we were barely able to break. You are in Mistwind. You are safe."
"How did I get here?" The Princess was confused. She vaguely recalled a Wizard and a dragon, but little else.
"Mostly, you walked." The old man laughed at his own jest. "We will explain everything soon. Do you feel well enough to eat?"
She shook her head.
"Come, now. You need to eat, and then we have more work to do. You have some memories to retrieve before you return to your father." He stood up and turned his back. "Can you dress yourself or should I send in a maid?"
The Princess saw a neat pile of travel clothes on the chair next to the bed. "I can dress myself."
"I will await you outside."
"Who are you?"
The old monk paused at the doorway and turned back to her. "I am Kour," he said. "I will take you home." He closed the door softly behind him.
She dressed quickly and found him waiting for her outside her door. He explained that she had been under a spell and traveling with a Wizard. They had parted ways and now she was on her way home.
After the meal, he guided her to a chamber where there was a large marble dais. He asked her to hop up on it so he could help awaken her memories. She felt vaguely afraid, but couldn't say why. Something from her strange dream lingered in the back of her mind.
"It will be well." He gently guided her onto her back. "Relax. This will not hurt."
She shuddered as he passed his hands over her. He hummed a phrase over and over again, and spoke to her quietly. Her eyes grew heavy and she started to relax. She could smell flowers, off, in the distance, but growing stronger. Soon she was asleep and dreaming, but the dreams were strange. She was in the company of a Wizard. A young man, about her own age. She was trying to convince him to take her along as his companion. She dreamed of a young woman who was a Sorceress and how she had handed this woman over to the Temple Priests.
As the dreams progressed, she became more and more embarrassed by her actions, until she could bear it no more. She jerked awake and sat up in a cold sweat. She looked over to see Kour standing next to her.
"That was real, wasn't it?" She remembered it all. How she had tricked Chihon and how she had tried to fool Lorit. She remembered each and every moment of their time together. She hung her head in shame. "What have I done?"
"You have done nothing." Kour helped her off the dais and onto her feet.
"Why did you free me?"
"Because you are important to us. The dragon informs us that you must hurry to Veldwaite."
Bebrook
Rotiaqua sat behind Zhimosom's desk. She lit the ceremonial candles with a flick of her finger. She reached out and traced a path for the wax as it dripped down and across one of the skulls. It comforted her to imitate Zhimosom's behavior. The small things meant a lot to her.
She waited a few moments while the Council gathered. Each Wizard appeared in his usual spot around the table.
"Thank you all for coming. I know this was short notice. We have a serious problem on our hands." She searched the assembled faces for any comment or hesitation.
When no one spoke, she continued. "As you know Lorit and Chihon have been plagued by a Wizard that we have yet to identify. Earlier this moon, they were put at risk by a storm at sea. They should have been safe. I viewed the weather before they left port.
"There was nothing in their path but fair seas and a following wind. A freak storm rose up and almost sank their ship. Lorit and Chihon were able to preserve it, and through sheer force of will, keep it from being torn to shreds in the storm.
"Unfortunately, several other ships were not so lucky. There were seven ships out on the sea that were lost." She paused to give that time to sink in.
"Who could have raised a storm like that?" Neussul asked. "It would take a talented and powerful Wizard. Did this come from the Temple? Is Sulrad behind this? He's the only one in the Temple who comes close to that kind of power."
Rotiaqua waited for any further response. When none came, she started to reveal what she had divined. "It was a powerful Wizard, not just the Temple. I believe it is the same Wizard that Zhimosom went to confront."
The Sorceress pulled at her robe and sat on the edge of the table. She was tired and wanted to convey her distress by breaking out of the usual formalities.
"I believe he is holding Zhimosom captive somewhere in Javier Chase. I can feel Zhimosom's power and it's located somewhere in that forest."
"Captive?" Koaleing asked. "Zhimosom captured. How is that possible? Are you sure he isn't off on one of his secret quests? Surely no one would dare attack such a powerful Wizard."
"He's not on some quest. Even when he is, I can still feel his full power," Rotiaqua insisted. "He's under some kind of spell that is sapping his power."
"Surely the Temple is not foolish enough to take on a Wizard such as Zhimosom?" Koaleing ask
ed.
Rotiaqua heaved a heavy sigh. "He believed they were up to something."
Awbelser held up his hand. "What do you expect us to do about it?"
"I'm unable to travel to Amedon or take any strong action on my own. Since I no longer have access to Zhimosom's power, I'm very limited. I ask your help in finding him and bringing this rogue Wizard to justice."
Neussul laughed. "You expect us to take on a Wizard who was strong enough to defeat Zhimosom?"
"Surely several of you working together could handle one Wizard."
"This is a serious matter, not one to be taken lightly. We will confer at the next full meeting of the Council." Neussul stood up to take his leave. "In Amedon."
"Amedon!" Rotiaqua blurted out. "I can't travel to Amedon while Zhimosom is indisposed."
Neussul gave Rotiaqua a sarcastic smile. "The full Council meets in Amedon. If you are not able to attend the meeting in Amedon, then clearly you no longer have the right to a voice."
Before Rotiaqua could make her protest, Neussul was gone. She looked around the room at the remaining Wizards. They looked ashamed and fearful, but remained silent as they vanished one by one.
Rotiaqua glared at the empty seats where the Wizards had so recently sat. Were they so fearful of this unknown Wizard that they would refuse to help Zhimosom?
"Cowards!" she spat at the mist that was all the remained of the last Wizard to disappear.
In Trickby Lorit and Chihon stayed with their friends Gareb and Yerlow to rest and recuperate for several days, but Lorit was restless and anxious to get going.
Their next stop was Chihon's home town of Bebrook. She was eager to see her Grandma'am, so she left Lorit with instructions to find them a room at the Prancing Pony. Chihon wound her way into the market, glad that nothing much ever changed. She spied the cart where her Grandma'am sold bread.
She raised a shield of obfuscation and walked down the aisle, trying to look like any other customer. She approached the cart and stopped, looking disinterested in the wares.
"Can I help you, miss?" The old woman squinted at Chihon as if trying to clear away something obscuring her vision.
Chihon picked up a loaf of travel bread. It was heavy and still hot to the touch. "How much for these?"
The old woman squinted at her again. "You remind me of my Granddaughter. Don't know why. The girl ran off with a boy last fall and I haven't heard from her since."
She rearranged the wares on her cart, and kept speaking, carefully avoiding Chihon. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell it was you?"
She regarded Chihon. "You may have the gift in its fullness, but every woman in my family has a little of it. I raised you since you learned to walk. Did you think I would miss the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you handle a loaf of bread? Just because you look different?"
Chihon was surprised. She had never suspected that her Grandma'am had magic. She probed the old woman with her power and sure enough, small sparkles of Wizard's power shot through her. It was weak but unmistakable.
"You just going to stand there gawking or you going to give your Grandma'am a hug?"
Chihon dropped the spell and smiled. The old woman was gruff and stern, but she was the only mother Chihon had known. She was excited to see her again and couldn't wait to fill her in on all her adventures. She squeezed between the carts and hugged the old woman.
Her Grandma'am held her out at arm's length. "Let me get a look at the real you. Your hair is nice, and you finally put on some muscle."
Chihon felt the old woman working her shoulders, testing her muscles. Grandma'am had always chided her about being too bony and asking when she was going to fill out properly. She said a baker needed strong arms and shoulders. Grandma'am had plans for Chihon to take over the bakery, but when the magic awoke in Chihon, she had known that it was not to be. Chihon could see that it saddened her Grandma'am that she would not be there to take over the bakery, but they both knew that her destiny had been changed and there was no going back.
"I missed you, Grandma'am. We've been through so much. You would never believe it all."
The woman gave a delightful laugh. "Girl, I would believe anything. You always did have a knack for getting into trouble. How is that Wizard treating you?"
"He's treating me just fine." Chihon went on to explain how they were paired, and how she and Lorit had come to share a power that would make them stronger than any single Wizard could hope to be. She filled her in on her capture and eventual release.
It was lunch time before she wound down. Grandma'am threw a cloth over her stand and stretched. "You want something substantial for your lunch?"
Chihon flushed. "Grandma'am. It's been so long. I'm out of practice."
"You never forget. Come on." Grandma'am took her by the arm, leaning on her as they made their way down the aisle until they came to a large tent straddling two aisles. It was filled with tables and bustling with patrons. At the far end of the tent, a hole had been opened in the roof to let the sunlight pour onto a raised platform. A boy stood in the light with his hands behind his back and recited a poem. The patrons laughed at him and he soon left the stage, head hung in dejection.
"Come on; get up there before someone beats you to it."
"Grandma'am. Please." Chihon resisted, but the old woman hauled her to the stage and shoved her out into the sunlight. Chihon looked into the gloomy interior of the tent. She could make out a few of the patrons, but most of them were obscured in the shadows.
Someone yelled out to her from the darkness. "What have you got for us?"
She gripped her hands behind her back and cleared her throat. "This is a song about loose women." She cleared her throat once again and started to sing.
Women, women, lots of women,
Make bare purses of some men,
Some be nice as a nun's hen,
Yet all, they be not so.
Some be lewd,
some be shrewd.
Go see where they go.
Some be nice, and some be foolish,
And some be tame, misunderstood,
And some can take bread out of a man's hand,
Yet all, they be not so.
Some be lewd,
some be shrewd.
Go see where they go.
Some can part without hire,
And some make bait in every shire
And some checkmate with our Sire,
Yet all, they be not so.
Some be lewd,
some be shrewd.
Go see where they go.
She sang her heart out, describing the attributes of the loose women and their suspect behavior. As she sang, people stopped to listen and stayed for lunch, finding a seat in the rapidly filling dining area.
The song went on and on, getting into more and more graphic detail as she extolled the antics of these women. When she reached the final verse, she sang even louder. She jammed her thumbs into her pants and swung her hips in time to the beat, finishing to a rousing round of applause.
Chihon looked out to see the dining tent packed with patrons. She turned red and rushed off the stage, found her Grandma'am seated at a table near the steps and took her seat next to the old woman.
"Quite a show." Grandma'am smiled.
"I wasn't sure I could still do it." Chihon didn't want to appear immodest even though she was secretly proud of her singing.
"Your Wizard doesn't like the way you sing?"
"I've never sung for him." Chihon squirmed in her seat. She knew what was coming. Thankfully, the server arrived with a platter piled high with roasted meat, cut into steaks almost as thick as her hand. They were so large, they almost overflowed the platter. The server set it down in front of Chihon.
"Glad to have you back, Chihon. You sure can pack them in." The girl nodded to the packed tent and rushed back to the kitchen.
"See what you can get for just a song?" her Grandma'am said as she tore into the thick juicy steak. "I haven't h
ad meat this good since you left with your young Wizard."
Chihon dug into hers, eating without saying a word. Her Grandma'am often dragged her to this place and encouraged her to sing for her lunch. Even though she secretly enjoyed the attention, she would never admit that to her Grandma'am. It would just encourage her and soon Chihon would be nothing but a singing minstrel.
She avoided eye contact while she ate, hoping her Grandma'am would do the same.
"So why have you not sung for your Wizard?" came the inevitable question.
"It's not like that," Chihon said. "We're just working together, nothing more."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing more," Chihon said. "We just work our magic together. That's all we do."
"But?"
"But what? That's what we do." Chihon wished this conversation would end.
"I know you. There's a but coming. Out with it."
Chihon smiled at the old woman. "I do like him. He seems to notice that I am alive once in a while."
"Once in a while?"
"On occasion, he has actually noticed that I am a girl," Chihon sat up straight and tried to busy herself with eating. "Once, in the mountains when we were dressed up nice for a funeral, and once right after he found me back. I thought he was more than happy to see me."
"You should know what to do about a young man," her Grandma'am said. "I've seen you handle tougher cases than your Wizard."
"Yes, but this is different. We're paired. That means we work our magic together. Our life forces are becoming more and more entwined. We are becoming one and the same, inseparable. We share our magic already. I can draw on his and he can draw on mine. We can feel what the other one feels. It's complicated."
"So he can feel what you feel?" the old woman asked.
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