A New Dawn Boxed Set Two: Dawn of Days, Broken Skies, Broken Bones (New Dawn Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Amy Hopkins

  “Sure,” Bastian said skeptically. “We’ll just shut it. No big deal. It’s only a doorway formed by impossible technology and powered by Bitch-knows-what, manned by giant clobbering monsters who want us all dead…”

  Julianne grinned. “Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

  Marcus chuckled. “This is going to be a blast.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  “I appreciate you both coming to warn me,” Annie said. “I just wish there were something I could do to help.” She patted Ardie, who was nestled in a small bowl full of paper scraps on the table.

  “You’re more than welcome, Annie,” Danil said. “But are you sure you won’t move in closer to town for a bit?”

  Annie darted a glance to the window, then wiped her hands nervously on her apron.

  Julianne eyed the apron curiously. Something very unusual was going on.

  “Annie,” she asked. “Are those frills on your apron?” She didn’t mention the lacy trim on Annie’s dress.

  Annie coughed, cheeks pink. “And what if they are? A woman’s allowed to have a frill here and there if she wants.”

  Danil looked bewildered, then startled when he realized Julianne was blocking her thoughts from him.

  “Your curtains are new, too,” Julianne commented. She darted a look at Danil, then slipped a thought in his mind. Don’t interfere. This is girls’ business.

  Danil slunk down in his seat, sighing. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise in this conversation.

  “And,” Julianne continued, “I noticed that your herb bed has a few flowers ready to pick.”

  Annie was known for her uncanny ability to grow things, but her garden was usually as practical as the woman herself—nourishing foods, medicinal herbs, and the occasional culinary spice grew all through her gardens, but never had Julianne seen bright flowers sprouting up from freshly turned beds.

  Annie turned around and stomped away without a word. A corner of Julianne’s mouth turned up, quickly stifled as the old woman returned, untied her apron, and sat.

  “Fine. I should have figured on you working it out.” Annie stopped and chewed the inside of her lip.

  Seeing she was struggling to open the conversation, Julianne reached over to touch Annie’s hand. “I’m very happy for you,” she said.

  Annie’s eyes popped open, and she scowled. “I thought you’d have more manners than to read a mind uninvited, young lady!”

  Julianne laughed. “Oh, Annie. I didn’t read anything—come on, dressing up? Planting flowers, prettying up your house? There has to be a man involved.”

  “A what?” Danil yelped, jolting upright.

  Annie’s scowl persisted a moment, then softened into a girlish smile. “I suppose you’re right. Cavill does like it when I wear the gifts he brings.”

  “Cavill?” Julianne prodded, leaning closer with a conspiratorial grin.

  Annie nodded. “He’s a trader. Came out this way because he heard I have the only white peppers in the region.”

  She stood, wandering over to the window. “He started coming by every few weeks, sometimes for spices, but then because he’d found a little lace trim, or a pretty bow he thought I’d like.”

  When she turned back to Julianne, her eyes glowed. “Damned man should know he doesn’t need to spoil a leathery old bird like me!”

  Danil opened his mouth but shut it when a boot connected with his shin under the table.

  “And you should know you thoroughly deserve it,” Julianne told her. “Has he met Francis and Harlon?”

  Annie’s face fell. “He has, but they don’t know he’s been visiting me. I’d planned to tell them, but all this business about portals and monsters… I just haven’t had the time.”

  “And you’re nervous, too,” Danil pointed out, ignoring Julianne’s warning glare.

  Annie shook her head in protest, then sighed. “Alright, fine. I might be a little reluctant. Those boys loved their father, though it’s been long enough since he died.”

  “Annie, I’m sure they’ll want you to be happy!” Julianne stood and went to Annie, wrapping her arms around her and squeezing happily. “And so do I. Do I get to meet this special man?”

  Annie grinned happily. “He’s on his way right now! He’s due to arrive in Tahn in the morning.”

  Julianne’s joy turned to a sudden spark of fear. Annie saw her reaction and her face fell. “You don’t think the traders will have trouble, do you?”

  Julianne pursed her lips. “Whatever Gerard saw, it was a good week ago now. It hasn’t attacked anyone, that we know of.” Bastian’s remarks about the damage to the school came back to her. “Not intentionally, anyway.”

  Annie turned back to the window. “I keep telling him, just settle in one spot. It’s too damned dangerous to be traveling the roads while the world is all upended.”

  “That doesn’t sound like you, Annie.” Danil commented. “You’re not one to run from danger.”

  Julianne sat down again, and Ardie wiggled in his bowl. He awkwardly tipped it up, tumbled out, and scurried over to her. She cupped her hands, and he burrowed into them, tickling her with his tiny paws and dangling snout.

  Annie shook her head. “I lost one man to a stupid accident. I don’t plan to lose another that way.”

  “I’ll send an escort out first thing,” Julianne said. “We’ll make sure he gets here safe. He might have to stay a while, though. I’m going to suggest to Francis and George that we close the roads—just temporarily.”

  Annie nodded. “I knew you had your head screwed on, girl. And I appreciate you looking after my man.”

  Julianne lifted Ardie. “While we’re here, Annie, do you mind if we do some work?”

  Annie eyed her. “Why would you come all this way to play a few magic tricks?”

  “Yes, Julianne,” Danil asked pointedly. “Why would you?”

  Julianne bit her lip, then decided she couldn’t lie to Annie. “Because the others would have a blue fit if they knew what I was doing. It has to be done, though.”

  “And I suppose I’m here to pull you out by the scruff of the neck if things go wrong?” Danil asked, voice loaded with resignation.

  “Well I can’t exactly ask Bastian to do it, he’s exhausted!” Julianne nestled Ardie in her lap.

  “And Marcus?” Danil asked. “You said you’d talk to him about it first.”

  Julianne shrugged. “I’ll tell him later. Come on—are you willing to help? If not, you can go back to town, and I’ll do it myself.”

  Danil barked a laugh. “Have you ever known me to run from a conspiracy?”

  Annie cleared her throat. “Is what you’re doing dangerous?” she asked.

  “Definitely,” Julianne said, looking her in the eye.

  “And will it save lives?” Annie pressed.

  “If I can pull it off? It might bring an end to the portal, and the monsters coming through it.” She patted the little critter in her hands. “Not you, Ardie. Just the mean ones.”

  Annie sighed. “Fine. But I’m not lying for you!”

  “You won’t need to,” Julianne said with a grin.

  “Well, you two do what you need to—but stay out of my way, I have a kitchen to scrub today and then I need to air out my rugs.” Annie eyed them, hands on hips. “And thank you. I do enjoy the visits, even when you’re up to something… Which, I guess, is always.”

  She stalked out of the room, and Danil sighed. “You’re going to do something really stupid, like try and form a mind-link with a non-human creature, aren’t you?”

  Julianne nodded.

  “And there’s no way I can talk you out of it, is there?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Well, then, let's get on with it.”

  He blew out a long breath, and his face relaxed. Julianne felt his mind brush gently against hers—not enough to form a solid connection, but he would know if she was in trouble.

  Julianne took a few breaths of her own, closing he
r eyes to find her center. She acknowledged the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She would be an idiot not to be afraid, but it didn’t mean she would let the fear control her.

  She opened her eyes and lifted Ardie so she could look into his beady little eyes.

  “Will you let me in, little one?” she crooned. Then, her eyes misted over.

  Julianne reached towards the creature in her hands. Ardie curled into a ball but didn’t click his armored carapace shut. That was an improvement.

  Ever since Bastian had mentioned the possibility of linking with the creatures, she’d made sure to use her magic around Ardie, letting him grow accustomed to it. Julianne slipped a scrap of paper from a pouch at her belt and offered it to Ardie.

  He sniffed and unfurled a little. As he reached for the snack, she pushed her spell towards him.

  He accepted the brush of her mind without flinching. Julianne narrowed her focus and slipped into his mind.

  It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Sensations and images flooded her mind, pressing in on all sides, constricting and wrapping her in a new reality.

  This was something else. The random, animalistic thought patterns that saturated her came with a vague familiarity. It brought to mind her contact with the remnant.

  Where the remnant had been vicious and violent, though, Ardie’s mind was more sedate. Hunger, and the tantalizing scent of processed wood filled her nostrils and warm joy filled her belly as Ardie snatched the paper from her distracted fingers.

  The sense of claustrophobia eased as Ardie ate. With a start, she realized the tightness was caused by his shell and eating made it soft and pliable for a brief period of time.

  Feeling as though she was beginning to find her feet, Julianne tried something else. She formed a mental image of the rift and gently pushed it to Ardie.

  The feeling of tightness snapped back, not as a physical manifestation but in the form of a memory. Frantic panic washed over her as she felt the ground pull away below. Her legs pulled in, and her head snapped down into a tight, protective ball.

  She was shoved at the rift, pushed through and held in the suffocating bowels of a tight, pulsing tunnel.

  The air grew stale. Julianne heaved a breath, and, when her lungs could stand it no more, she flicked back out of her hard shell and scrabbled for air. Something hard blocked her retreat, so she pushed forwards instead.

  It was like trying to shove through a tight tunnel of pillows underwater. Every movement was a struggle against the sludge-like resistance, and the tiny pockets of air weren’t enough to satiate her straining lungs.

  Julianne forced her mind to stay with Ardie, to relive the memory of his trip through the portal. She felt his agony and desperation as he clawed his way through, searching for freedom, for a breath of precious air.

  Finally, as dark spots clouded her vision and her limbs grew weak, the scent of fresh rain leaked through. A new surge of energy sent her scrambling, pushing, shoving through the suffocating portal.

  A clawed hand reached forwards, latching into something solid. She pulled it back, then jerked in fright as she realized it was another vark—this one hadn’t made it to freedom.

  The spike of fear chewed through her energy but created a drive of its own. With a heave and a grunt, her long snout finally forced through the oppressive walls and sucked in a deep, giddy breath.

  Julianne felt something release from her mind. For a moment, panic rose in her throat. Was someone in her head?

  No, she realized. Something was in Ardie’s head. She hadn’t noticed the other consciousness at first, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations and thoughts.

  She pulled back her magic and took a steadying breath.

  “You good there, Jules?” Danil asked.

  She nodded, then released the spell. Julianne looked down at the tiny creature in her hands, still feeling a residual tinge of grief at the loss of one of its brethren.

  “You poor thing,” she crooned. “Shoved into that Bitch-damned portal and dumped in a strange world, all alone.” She rubbed Ardie’s head, and he nuzzled it sadly, then clawed his way up her sleeve to sit on her shoulder.

  “You’re pale,” Danil pointed out.

  She nodded. “I’m exhausted. But… I think I have what I need.”

  “You know how to stop Gerard’s new friend?” Danil queried.

  Julianne shook her head. “No. I don’t think Ardie will be able to tell me that. I can connect with him, but he’s still more animal than person, in the way he thinks. The portal on the other hand…”

  The feel of gasping for breath, and the vark that hadn’t made it had given her an idea. I just need to nail down the details, she thought, before planting her hands firmly on the table and standing.

  Julianne stood and felt Ardie’s momentary shift in balance as she moved. She froze.

  “What is it?” Danil asked, grabbing her arm.

  Julianne’s eyes widened as she carefully probed the edges of her own mind, careful not to embrace her magic to do so.

  “Danil… I can still feel Ardie.”

  “You mean you can’t release the spell?” Danil asked, face drawing in to a worried expression.

  “Annie?” Julianne called.

  The old woman bustled in, alerted by the edge to Julianne’s tone.

  “What’s wrong?” She looked from Julianne to Danil, then to the little vark on Julianne’s shoulder.

  “Annie, what color are my eyes?”

  “Blue,” Annie said, just as Danil yelped.

  “They’re clear!” he said. “Are you still—”

  “Yes!” Excitement laced Julianne’s voice. “I’m not casting a spell, or stuck in one, I’m sure of it! But I can feel him, Danil.”

  “Feel what, now?” Annie asked, frowning.

  “I’ve made a permanent connection with Ardie,” Julianne gushed. “That’s… Well, it’s never been done before, that’s for sure!”

  “I don’t think that’s exactly what happened,” Danil said slowly. His eyes were locked on Annie’s, but Julianne knew he’d be using the old woman’s vision as his own.

  Annie’s eyes were riveted on Julianne… but not on her face.

  “It’s Ardie,” Danil said in awe. “I… think he’s using magic. Look at his eyes!”

  Julianne carefully lifted the vark, detaching his claws from her shirt. “What are you up to, little guy?” she asked, eyeing his glowing red eyes.

  Ardie snuffled his snout towards her, and she felt his desire to cuddle. She cradled him close, and wondered what, exactly, she’d gotten herself into.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  “Goodbye, Annie!” Julianne hugged her friend. “I’ll send word as soon as the escort for Cavill is organized.

  “Thank you, my girl,” Annie said. She grabbed Danil’s arm. “You can’t go without something for the journey, though.”

  “We rode,” Danil laughed. “You’re only twenty minutes out of town.”

  Still, he let her drag him back to the kitchen and load his arms with a warm, wrapped package that smelled of fresh biscuits.

  “I know what young men are like. Always running around, forgetting to eat. And that Master of yours—you make sure she gets some of these, now!” Annie patted the bundle.

  “Thanks, Annie,” Danil said and gave her a peck on the cheek.

  “Danil?” Julianne called.

  “Yeah?”

  “Where are the horses?” Julianne’s voice was laced with worry.

  He sighed. “Mathias swore they were trained not to run off.” He vacantly looked along the dirt road that led from the Madlands to Tahn.

  Julianne glanced at him and screamed. “Danil!” She flung a hand up, pointing at the roof.

  Danil reeled, his magic showing him what she saw.

  Two remnant leapt off Annie’s roof, landing easily and circling around Danil and Julianne. Their nasty grins exposed broken teeth and their lank hair clung to sweaty faces in the mid-morning sun.
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  “Horse tasted good,” one growled.

  “You’ll taste better,” the other one hooted, then plunged forwards.

  “No!” Danil screamed as a remnant body slammed him. His arm, still clutched around the little parcel, crunched against his chest. “Not the biscuits! You’ll die for that, you stinking Bitch-forsaken monster!”

  He twisted and ducked, barely avoiding a blow from a gnarled fist. Dropping the biscuits to the ground and kicking them to the side, Danil dropped into a crouch.

  He cursed. Julianne was facing off with two of the beasts. Typical, he thought. Pick on the girl. Pity—for you—she’s not the easy target here.

  Annie was still inside, running for the kitchen. Good, stay in there where it’s safe. Danil didn’t have a set of eyes to ‘borrow’, but his training with Polly had taught him he didn’t need to see in order to hit a target.

  Danil breathed out slowly, focusing his senses on his immediate surroundings. He identified the sounds of Julianne’s fight, then blocked it out.

  “Stupid human,” the remnant spat. “I’ll eat your shiny eyes first.”

  Danil kicked towards the sound, and his foot connected. Bones crunched, and the remnant stumbled back.

  He didn’t give it a chance to move, instead rushing in and dropping to the ground, elbow first.

  His aim wasn’t quite true. Instead of soft belly, his elbow smashed into hard bone. He yelped in pain but rolled off before the remnant could kick him in the face. A rush of air past his cheek suggested he was only just fast enough.

  Now on his back, Danil paused a moment. His position was bad, but standing to face the wrong direction would be worse.

  The crunch of footsteps on dirt gave away his enemy’s position. Danil waited until he heard it again, then grabbed with both hands.

  He latched onto the boot near his head and yanked. The remnant toppled and scrambled away while Danil jumped to his feet.

  “Fight!” the remnant screamed. “Stop playing and fight!”

  “If you say so,” Danil muttered. He ran forwards, ducked, and snapped the edge of his hand into the remnant’s throat. A high kick planted against its face, a satisfyingly wet crunch letting Danil know that this time, his aim had been true.