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The Magelands Epic
Christopher Mitchell is the author of the epic fantasy series The Magelands. He studied in Edinburgh before living for several years in the Middle East and Greece, where he taught English. He returned to study classics and Greek tragedy and lives in Fife, Scotland with his wife and their four children.
By Christopher Mitchell
The Magelands Origins
Retreat of the Kell
The Trials of Daphne Holdfast
From the Ashes
The Magelands Epic
The Queen’s Executioner
The Severed City
Needs of the Empire
Sacrifice
Fragile Empire
Storm Mage
Soulwitch Rises
Renegade Gods
Copyright © Christopher Mitchell 2020
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First Edition, April 2020
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The Peoples of the Star Continent
There are five distinct peoples inhabiting the Star Continent. Three are descended from apes, one from reptiles, and one from amphibians. Their evolutionary trajectories have converged, and all five are clearly ‘humanoid’, though physical differences remain.
1.The Holdings – the closest to our own world’s Homo sapiens. Excepting the one in ten of the population with mage powers, they are completely human. The Holdings sub-continent drifted south from the equator, and the people that inhabit the Realm are dark-skinned as a consequence. They are shorter than the Kellach Brigdomin, but taller than the Rakanese.
2.The Rakanese – descended from amphibians, but appear human, except for the fact that they have slightly larger eyes, and are generally shorter than Holdings people. They are descendants of a far larger population that once covered a vast area, and consequently their skin-colour ranges from pale to dark. Mothers gestate their young for only four months, before giving birth in warm spawn-pools, where the infants swim and feed for a further five months. A dozen are born in an average spawning.
3.The Rahain – descended from reptiles. Appear human, except for two differences. Firstly, their eyes have vertical pupils, and are often coloured yellow or green, and, secondly, their tongues have a vestigial fork or cleft at their tip. Their heights are comparable to the Holdings and the Sanang. Skin-colour tends to be pale, as the majority are cavern-dwellers. Their skin retains a slight appearance of scales, and they have no fingerprints. They are the furthest from our world’s humans.
4.The Kellach Brigdomin – descended from apes, and very similar to the Holdings, they are the second closest to our world’s humans. Their distinguishing traits are height (they are the tallest of the five peoples), pale skin (their sub-continent drifted north from a much colder region), and immunity to most diseases, toxins and illnesses. They are also marked by the fact that mothers give birth to twins in the majority of cases.
5.The Sanang – descended from apes, but evolved in the forest, rather than on the open plains that produced the Holdings. As a consequence, their upper arms and shoulders are wider and stronger than those of people from the Holdings or Rahain. They are pale-skinned, their sub-continent having arrived from colder climates in the south, and they occupy the same range of heights as the Holdings and Rahain. The males bear some traits of earlier Homo sapiens, such as a sloping forehead and a strong jaw-line, but the brains of the Sanang are as advanced as those of the other four peoples of the continent.
The Queen’s Executioner
BOOK ONE
Dramatis Personae
Rakanese
The Kanawara Siblings
Shella, Flow Mage
Obli, Sister
Sami, Brother
Pavu, Brother
Tehna, Sister
Clodi, Sister
Klebo, Brother
Dannu, Sister
Noli, Sister
Chapu, Sister
Lenni, Brother
Zonnie, Sister
Asta, Sister
Marru, Brother
Others
Janno, Obli's husband
Thymo, Noli's husband
Thelo, Flow worker
Pannu, Flow worker
Barro, Flow worker
Joanie, Flow worker
Lorri, Commuter
Jayki, Shella's guard
Braga, Shella's guard
Cano, Flow Mage
Polli, Shella's assistant
Bowda, Shella's advisor
Tanni, Officer of the Wardens
Darra, Army Commander
Barri, Army Commander
Rahain
Politicians
Laodoc, Capital City Councillor
Niuma, Centrist Councillor
Riomac, Centrist Councillor
Juarad, Centrist Councillor
Ziane, Conservative Party Councillor
Myella, Conservative Party Councillor
Yaelli, Merchant Party Councillor
Pleonim, Liberal Councillor
Nueillin, Liberal Councillor
Wyenna, Liberal Councillor
Ruellap, Patriot Party Cllr, son of Laodoc
Heoran, Patriot Party Councillor
Kaeotip, Patriot Party Councillor
Flanouac, Patriot Party Councillor
Others
Stoelica, Laodoc's ex-wife
Simiona, Slave in Laodoc's household
Niniat, Professor at Laodoc's Academy
Likiat, Army Officer, son of Laodoc
Douanna, Entrepreneur from Jade Falls
Jaioun, Douanna's butler
Teolan, Douanna's husband
Meiolan, Friend of Douanna
Paeotan, Young Student at Laodoc's Academy
Geolaid, Professor at Laodoc's Academy
Baoryn, Renegade Peasant
Kellach Brigdomin
Killop, Captive from the Clan Wars
Kallie, Captive from the Clan Wars
Bridget, Captive from the Clan Wars
Kylon, Terrorist/freedom fighter
Bedig, Terrorist/freedom fighter
Leah, Terrorist/freedom fighter
Klai, Terrorist/freedom fighter
Kilynn, Terrorist/freedom fighter
Keira, Fire Mage
Lacey, Keira's Aide
Kalayne, Crazy old man
Holdings
Daphne Hold Fast, Exile, Vision Mage
Quentin Hold Terras, Ambassador to Rahain
Joley Hold Vale, Embassy Official
Shayba Hold Elance, Embassy Official
Getherin Hold Liant, Embassy Guard
Brookes, Embassy Official
Dale Hold Anster, Embassy Official
Rijon, Mage-Priest
; Ghorley, Mage-Priest
Contents
1. The Blockage
2. Requisition Form
3. Jade Falls
4. Ice Bath
5. Party of One
6. Leaving Home
7. Bars Between
8. Bridget in Chains
9. Cinders
10. Ash
11. Double Down
12. Dreams of Daphne
13. Waylaid
14. Silverstream
15. Summons
16. Slateford
17. Rendered
18. At the River
19. Dreams of Killop
20. Keira, Fire Mage
21. The Bear and the Bloody Hem
22. Shella, Flow Mage
23. The Woman from the Prophecy
24. Daphne, Vision Mage
25. Radical
26. The Heights
27. Kissed
28. Distracted
29. Stripped
30. Wall to Wall
31. From On High
32. Extinguished
33. Asylum
34. Survivor
Chapter 1
The Blockage
Arakhanah City – 5th Day, First Third Summer 504
‘Stop fidgeting, Shella. Keep your hands still, and quit making that noise.’
The teenage girl tutted. Her arms were folded, and she wore a sullen expression on her face. Her mother sat next to her, frowning as they waited in the draughty hallway.
An office door opened, and a young man walked out.
‘Missus Kanawara?’ he said to the girl’s mother. ‘Please come in.’
‘Thank you doctor,’ the woman said as she stood, her back straight. She gestured to her daughter, and the girl got to her feet, slouching. The young man smiled, and went into the office.
‘Behave yourself in here,’ the woman said as she and the girl entered the room. The young man closed the door and took a seat behind a desk.
‘Please,’ he said, gesturing at two chairs.
The mother and girl sat.
‘Feet off the chair,’ the mother said, glaring at the girl until she complied.
The young man smiled again. ‘I have some good news for your family,’ he beamed. ‘Your daughter here has tested positive for flow mage abilities, all the way up to grade four.’
The mother arched her eyebrows. ‘Well, well. I always knew there was something funny about her. Still, my great uncle had flow powers, so I suppose it’s not completely unexpected.’
‘I’ve been in contact with the district council to register her as a new flow mage,’ the young man went on. ‘It means that you’ll be able to claim vouchers for her healthcare and education.’
‘She’ll be schooled with the rest of her brothers and sisters,’ the mother said. ‘She doesn’t need to go to some fancy academy. She already wastes her days dreaming. Still, at least I know that she’ll be an earner for the family. Grade four, eh? What does a grade four make working for the council these days?’
The young man frowned. ‘Considerably more than me.’
‘Hear that, Shella?’ her mother laughed. ‘In a few years you’ll be supporting the family. Your old dad will be able to retire at last. That should put a smile on his miserable face.’
The girl shuffled in her chair. ‘But I don’t want to.’
‘It doesn’t matter what you want,’ her mother said. ‘You’re a registered flow mage, you have to get a job, it’s written in the law. You’ve a life of hard work ahead of you, my girl, putting rice on the table for all your brothers and sisters, until one of them gets a licence to spawn. It’ll be Noli, I reckon. That girl…’
Shella scowled, dread filling her as her mother mapped out her future.
It sounded like a nightmare.
Shella lay on her back, floating in the warm water. Above her, the vast open sky was endless, its colour a deep, hot, summer blue. Her ears were submerged, and she felt the silence permeate her, the raw, rare and beautiful silence. She welcomed it.
Peace.
At last.
The sun had climbed halfway up the eastern side of the sky, and she could feel its warmth on her skin. Another gorgeous day in the Rakanese wetlands. If only she could lie there and enjoy it for a bit longer.
Hands grabbed hold of her shoulders, and she was hauled out of the water, and up onto a brick-built pier, where she lay, drenched.
‘Shella!’ a man shouted in her face. ‘Are you okay?’
A crowd was forming around her on the wide retaining wall.
‘What happened?’ someone asked.
‘Mage fell in,’ came one reply.
‘Is she alive?’
The overseer pushed his way through the surging bodies, and approached Shella.
He stared down at her, tapping his foot on the ground.
‘Get up, Mage Kanawara,’ he said. ‘It’s not break-time.’
She sat, pushing her wet black hair from her face. Her overalls were soaked through.
‘Maybe I should go and get changed, boss,’ she said.
‘No time for that,’ he scowled, ‘the sun’ll dry you off soon enough.’ He stuck out his hand to help her up, but she ignored him, and got to her feet unaided.
‘Right everyone,’ the overseer shouted, ‘the mage is fine. Back to work!’
The disappointed crowd of workers dispersed, leaving Shella and her team of twenty alone on top of the wide brick wall.
‘You really okay?’ asked the man who had pulled her from the water.
‘Yeah, Barro,’ she said. ‘Just slipped. Tired.’
‘Not surprised, mage,’ Barro said, ‘this is your eighth double-shift in a row.’
She stared at him, her eyes narrow.
‘I checked the rota,’ he said, shrugging.
‘Need the pay,’ she muttered.
She didn’t need the pay. Truth was, she just wanted to get out of the house, and its crushing, suffocating atmosphere, and she couldn’t think of anything else to do but work. She looked over at Barro. He was kind enough, though a little neurotic at times, but he wasn’t someone she was about to confide her troubles in.
Barro nodded, his attention having drifted back to the water-lock, and the job they were supposed to be getting on with. Eight workers in overalls were clambering on top of the giant structure, which separated two large pools. Shella walked along the top of the retaining wall that ran between the artificial basins, her clothes dripping and her shoes squelching on the rough brick surface. The pool on her left, the one she had fallen into, was filled to the top with clean, treated water, almost ready to be fed back into the city’s waterways. The basin on the right held all of the contaminants that had been extracted from the cleaned and treated pool.
The valve in the water-lock was blocked, stopping the last of the toxins from being flushed out of the clean pool. As she approached the lock, she found herself standing where she had been when she had fallen. She had been leaning over the pool, concentrating on identifying and pulling the waste from the water, and flowing it through the valve. She remembered something large being pulled in, and jamming, and it was this abrupt break in her concentration that had made her topple over.
‘It’s big,’ she said to her crew. ‘Whatever’s blocking the valve. Someone’s going to have to go down there.’
The workers looked at the water, the wall, anything but meet her eyes.
‘Uh, mage,’ Thelo said, ‘seeing as how you’re already wet and all...’
A few others sniggered.
‘What’s the point of being a bloody mage,’ she muttered, picking up one end of a rubber breathing pipe, ‘if you have to do all the work?’
She put the end of the pipe into her mouth, and climbed down the brick steps set into the retaining wall next to the lock. As her crew gathered to watch, she descended back into the pool until she was fully submerged, breathing through the pipe.
Silence again.
She let her ey
es adjust to the shimmering and wavering sunlight under the water, and turned to the valve. It was shaped like a funnel, with the open end facing her. The sides were made of rubber, and its tip would open under pressure, allowing fluids out, but not back in again. She moved closer, until she was sitting on the funnel’s lip. It was dark in there, but she could make out the shadow of an object ahead, blocking the valve as it narrowed. She reached out a hand.
Her fingers touched something, grasped it. She pulled. It didn’t budge.
She put her foot up onto the side of the retaining wall, and reached in with both hands, pulling.
Something gave, and she was propelled back off the wall. She looked at what she was holding. It was an arm. A man’s arm.
She opened her mouth, the breathing pipe falling away, sending a stream of bubbles rising. She kicked up out of instinct, and the powerful muscles in the backs of her legs carried her to the surface.
She took hold of an offered hand, and was pulled up onto the bricks. She fell to her knees, dropping the rotten and mangled arm she had been holding. The workers gasped, and started talking all at once, crowding round her.
Amid the noisy chatter, the overseer barged his way in.
‘You again?’ he said. ‘What is it this time?’