Merlin’s Children
by Megan Joel Peterson
Copyright 2013 Megan Joel Peterson
Published by Wildflower Isle
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This book is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Prologue
Broken lights flickered, sending off occasional sparks as they dangled over the rubble-strewn floor. Pounding her fist on the metal storage room door, Tanya Bartlow swallowed down the urge to sob and cast another glance to her daughter huddled in the corner.
“We’re getting out of here,” she promised for the hundredth time, hating the fact stupid reality was probably going to make her a liar.
Clutching her stuffed bear, Missy nodded, believing her mother with all the faith her five years of life could hold.
Fighting renewed tears, Tanya turned back to the door. Early on, she’d tried blowing the damn thing up, to the near destruction of the whole room. The supports above the door could be holding the weight of the entire factory for all she knew, because when her magic hit the door, things had gone horribly wrong.
Half the room was on the ground. Concrete, steel and rebar from the levels above had been their unwelcome companions for the better part of half an hour, ever since the sounds of explosions had faded from the building above. They’d been lucky – insanely lucky – to survive the ensuing cave-in, though doing so put them no closer to escape than they’d been before.
And meanwhile, the damned, dented, useless door remained.
The hallway had collapsed, she was fairly certain. And the doorframe itself was far too shallow to hold a portal, had she been any good at forming them anyway. But she couldn’t tell that to Missy. She was all the girl had left, no thanks to the royals, the war, and her husband’s blind faith in the former that led to his death by the latter.
Or whatever the story was these days.
Cursing under her breath, she slammed her fist into the warped metal again, begging no one in particular to finally start playing fair.
Magic roared down the hall.
She stumbled away from the door. Hurriedly, she motioned for Missy to scoot behind the chunks of concrete. With her round face nearly the same color as her curly blonde hair, the little girl quickly did as she was told.
The door jerked as someone pulled at it from the other side.
A voice grumbled in annoyance. Another voice, colder and infinitely more authoritative, murmured in response.
Magic hit the door and spread, chasing the length and breadth of the steel. Heat began to radiate into the room while, with alarming speed, the gray metal shifted to orange.
Tanya retreated, the sweat slipping from her brow only partly the fault of the oppressive warmth baking the room. Like syrup, the metal door slid down and pooled on the ground, where it rapidly began to cool.
She barely noticed it. Her gaze was locked on the men in the hallway.
Taliesin. At least a dozen. Without hesitation, she struck out, throwing everything she had at them. The Taliesin staggered back, their hasty shields barely holding against her furious assault. Gasping, she whipped her hand toward the next few, succeeding in sending them toppling against the wall.
A wave of magic slammed into her, and then she was on the floor. White lights and darkness danced across her vision as footsteps pounded into the room.
Missy’s screams sent her surging blindly to her feet. Blinking frantically, she scanned the blurred chaos for her daughter, only to stumble as the girl barreled into her.
The shadows faded, revealing the Taliesin. Red-faced with fury, one of them grabbed her and wrenched her around.
“Try that again and you’re both dead,” he growled.
She glared, seething with the desire to spit in his face, though she knew it’d only give the bastards an excuse to finally make Missy an orphan. Satisfying herself with a sneer, she pulled her frightened daughter toward the door.
“That was all?”
The dry voice drew her attention from the Taliesin. By a blockade of concrete and steel at the end of the corridor, a man leaned calmly against the wall. Slender and tall like some kind of elf from a fantasy book, with prematurely gray hair pulled back into a long ponytail at the nape of his neck, he raised an eyebrow and then shrugged away from his support, ignoring the guards as they retreated from his path.
Despite herself, she shivered. The man looked human. There wasn’t a trace of magic on him, nor any sense of what side he was on. He was just ordinary.
And the Taliesin deferred to him without question.
Her heart pounded harder at memories of the guards’ whispers and the snide comments from the council bastard, Sebastian. The mad teenage queen of Merlin swore there were wizards out there no one but cripples could detect. Wizards more powerful than anyone on either side of the war.
Wizards who’d actually been responsible for everything that’d happened the night Howard died.
“A woman and a girl, with the door heavily bolted from the outside?” the man continued. He regarded her curiously. “What on earth did you do to earn such fear?”
She couldn’t breathe enough to bring the words into the world, but at her silence, he simply smiled and then jerked his chin at the Taliesin. Without a sound, the men pushed her toward the stairs.
Fire lit the factory floor and poured black smoke through gaping holes in the ceiling. The walkways were on the ground, though their warped supports still protruded from the walls like broken bones. Chunks of the roof lay everywhere, with crushed beds and curtain frames sticking up like insect legs from beneath the car-sized debris.
Other things pinned by the destruction came into view.
Her gorge rose and swiftly, her hand dropped to cover Missy’s eyes.
The Taliesin shoved them onward. Rubble shifted beneath her shoes, threatening to roll her ankles with each step as she circled an enormous chunk of concrete with bolted-down parts of rooftop machinery still attached to its side.
Her breath caught. On a space of cleared ground ahead, people were kneeled with their hands clasped atop their heads. Men and women alike, they waited, their bodies trembling and their eyes locked on the floor.
Unbidden and utterly out of place, a sense of satisfaction hit her, almost ludicrous in its strength. Council guards cowered among the prisoners. Fear etched their faces, the expression so similar to the one they’d always brought to Missy’s face that the sight nearly made her laugh.
The ponytailed man strode past. Her satisfaction withered as quickly as it had come.
As the Taliesin shoved her to her knees next to the other Merlin, she watched the man cross the open space in the center of the factory floor and approach a small group on the opposite side. A pale-haired woman stood beside a giant, their backs to the prisoners and their attention on a third man seated on a block of concrete. Watching the far end of the factory, the man ignored them, giving no sign he noticed the fires or the destruction all around.
She followed his gaze. Against the wall, crumpled walkways formed a rough tent over what had once been a door, though only a shattered hole of soot-covered concrete remained.
M
otion caught her eye and she turned back toward the group. But for the man inexplicably staring at the wall, the other three people were looking at her.
Involuntarily, she flinched from the sight of the giant’s face. Scarred was too mild a term.
The man looked like a monster from one of Missy’s nightmares.
She swallowed hard, cursing herself for the reaction. She was better than this. Stronger than this. The bastards who might have killed Missy’s father had no more right to her fear than the council who’d vilified her husband for crimes she knew Howard would never commit.
And she’d be damned if she let them see her cowering like the spineless scum at her side.
Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to look back and run her gaze over every inch of his twisted face.
The giant gave no sign of caring about the attention. Expressionless, he glanced to the man on the concrete slab. Upon receiving no more notice than before, he turned and started toward the prisoners, the other two with him falling in behind.
His wounds became more apparent as he came closer. In the melted horror of one side of his face, a milky white eye stared out, moving as though it could still see. Vicious scars cut across one wrist and hand to climb past the buttoned sleeve of his shirt, hinting of greater damage hidden above. Ignoring Missy’s small noises of fear and the sobbing of a wizard farther down the row, he came to a stop, surveying them all.
“We require information,” he said quietly, his tone leaving no doubt that the need would be supplied. “Safe houses. Places of refuge. Any location where your allies and your queen will try to hide.”
His mismatched eyes skimmed them again and then came to rest on the guard kneeled at his feet. “Have you nothing to say?”
“Go to hell,” the man growled.
For a moment, the giant was silent. And then the guard collapsed dead to the ground.
Tanya stared, her ragged breaths doing little to fill her lungs.
“We will only ask once,” the giant said.
His gaze ran down the rows of wizards and then caught on her. A hint of curiosity flickered across his face and, with a quick glance to the blonde woman waiting like a ghost behind him, he started toward her.
Tanya struggled to keep breathing as he drew closer. Unconsciously, her fingers tightened on her daughter till Missy whimpered with pain.
“Simeon tells me you were locked in the basement,” the man said. “Bolted in from the outside, in point of fact.” Dry amusement touched his expression as his gaze slid from her to the cowering wizards and back. “Am I correct to assume your compatriots placed you there?”
She could feel the Merlin watching her, daring her to answer, and she trembled.
“Yet,” the giant continued when she didn’t speak. “You’re familiar.”
His deep voice nearly turned the words into a question, and for a moment he looked almost mystified, as though he sought to place a memory.
She swallowed hard. The Merlins’ gazes were physical pressures. Fighting the urge to curse the bastards, she kept her focus on the giant, knowing the judgmental, baseless hatred she’d see in the other wizards’ eyes anyway.
“You knew my husband.”
The giant’s brow twitched downward.
“You killed him.”
Eyebrow rising again, he regarded her skeptically and then glanced to the blonde. Hints of disgust showed through the woman’s glacial expression as she shrugged a slender shoulder.
“And who was your husband that we would bother killing him?” the giant asked, the dry amusement returning.
“Howard Bartlow,” she said, looking hard into his nightmare eyes. “The man you framed for selling out the king.”
The giant paused. “Howard,” he repeated. His gaze flicked down the line of wizards thoughtfully.
And then his face cleared.
“Tanya,” he said, his tone warming as he fitted her name into the blank that had obviously been in his mind. His gaze dropped to her daughter. “And… Missy. Howard had a photograph of you both.” He nodded to himself and then made a baffled noise. “My dear lady, who told you we killed your husband?”
“You killed the royals.”
He shrugged an eyebrow. “Well, yes,” he admitted as though the statement was obvious. “But by no means did we kill your husband.” He smiled at her briefly, and then turned the expression on the Merlin kneeling nearby. “They were the ones who did that.”
She stared at him.
“Howard was helping us,” the giant continued. “The Children and their council had decided to do away with your family. To be rid of the liability you presented. Howard turned to the only help he could find. They killed him for trying to save you.”
He glanced back to the Merlin, calm certainty in his eyes. “Or haven’t they threatened you since he died?”
One of the guards opened his mouth furiously.
Like a striking snake, the blonde woman’s hand wrapped around the man’s throat. Choking, he lurched in her grip, his face slowly beginning to change color.
The giant ignored them. “So tell me, Tanya. Can you help us? Will you work with us to make sure Howard’s sacrifice for you wasn’t in vain?”
For a long moment, she couldn’t pull her gaze from the other Merlin. In the blonde’s hand, the guard twisted. With red-rimmed eyes, a sobbing woman stared down the row, her expression everything Tanya had known it would be.
Tanya drew a ragged breath. She needed to consider that the giant’s words could be a lie. After all, she had to be smart. Missy was counting on her to be smart, even when everyone else was always so damned dumb.
And yet… and yet…
For eight years, Howard had treated the youngest princess for whatever happened to her at the beginning of the war. But to do so, he’d needed to know where the royal children were, even while in hiding.
And that had been always such a threat to the royals. Such a terrible threat.
So maybe, when the princess didn’t show improvement, the council and the king had started to wonder why they needed him. Or her. Or Missy. For Tanya’s part, they’d only kept her alive after Howard died because she might have had information on the ones to whom her husband had supposedly sold out. She’d lived in terror for months, hearing over and over how they’d kill her or Missy if they became a problem, or if more ‘evidence’ against her family came to light.
How she’d dreaded their lies…
She stared at the wizards, a shiver running through her that, for once, had nothing to do with fear. Because she loved her husband, she’d done whatever the council asked. She’d followed their edicts and obeyed their rules. After the war started, she’d moved and moved, living in so many safe houses, she’d lost count in the first year. And sure, it meant she’d left everyone she’d known, and sure, it meant her own daughter had spent so much time in basements, Missy had been three before she’d gotten her first glimpse of the sky.
But the council had to protect the royals. Regardless of what it cost, regardless of how much it hurt, she and her family still had to be locked away.
Because the council had to protect the royals.
Tanya paused. Her lip twitched.
How they’d feared what she knew…
“Safe houses?” she repeated.
Her mouth curved as she looked up at the giant, and the shivering strengthened with the feeling of her own smile.
“I think I can help.”
Chapter One
“I’m just saying, we should head back to the city. Give the bastards a piece of our mind.”
Ashe closed her eyes, fighting the urge to yell at the portly man. For most of the past half hour, she and Elias had been arguing with the remnants of the Merlin council, with precious little to show for the effort. Stubbornness wasn’t the half of it. After months of hiding in Darius’ shadow, the survivors were desperate to prove they weren’t incapable of being leaders after all.
“Arthur, didn’t you hear us the f
irst time?” Elias asked tiredly. “These aren’t just a couple of random wizards we’re dealing with here. They’re incredibly organized and they run Taliesin. We go after them ragtag, we’ll get killed. We need to regroup.”
“They just got lucky today,” Arthur insisted, turning to the others rather than answer. “Now that we know they’re out there, they’ve lost the advantage. We can get the drop on them.”
Ashe rose from her seat on the mobile home’s steps as several councilors began to nod at the man’s words. “Excuse me,” she muttered.
No one seemed to notice as she walked away.
They’d be leaving soon, regardless of whether the council agreed. Neither she nor Elias wanted to be anywhere near Croftsburg when the Blood solidified their hold on whatever remained of the factory and any other wizard hideouts in the city. It was only a question of how soon the wounded could be moved and where they were going to go. Everything else was just nonsense she was amazed anyone was taking time for.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair and glanced around the yard in the twilight. Several acres of grass and trees surrounded them, centered around a dilapidated blue mobile home and an equally dilapidated blue garage. All of it belonged to yet another friend of Elias’, though unlike Joe’s restaurant back in Croftsburg, this place looked as if it’d been abandoned for years. The survivors had quickly turned the property into their camp, however, and with the help of her assistant, Ermengarde, Katherine had methodically sorted the worst wounded into groups looked after by those still able to walk. Nathaniel’s guards encircled them, watching the country road beyond the property while, by the far side of the garage, several teenagers kept the littler children distracted with games invented on the spot.
Ashe paused as she caught sight of Lily. The center of attention whether she realized it or not, the girl sat picking at leaves beneath a young oak tree a few yards from the garage. Cornelius stood some distance off, watching Lily as he’d done since the moment they arrived, and it was anyone’s guess what was going on behind his eyes. Nathaniel waited closer by, as protective as Ashe had asked him to be, while Cole sat beside Lily and studied them all as if taking odds on whether the wizards would suddenly attack.
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