by Linsey Hall
I pointed to the dust. “Magic. Sleeping potion, maybe.”
“Damn.” He looked up at me, eyes now alert. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. A little bit of excitement, but I’m fine.”
“A challenge?” His gaze fell on the sword that I’d laid on the ground. “Did you have to pull that from a stone?”
“I did.” I almost cracked a joke about the Illuminarium needing to come up with their own ideas, but the memory of the snake bridge stopped me. They had their own ideas. And a sense of humor, perhaps.
Ares stood, and I joined him, swooping down to pick up my blade.
“What happened to your hand?” He grabbed my wrist and raised my hand, studying my fingertips.
I winced at the sight of the skin there, reddened and eaten away from touching the acid sea. I couldn’t see bone, but it was close. It still hurt, but not as badly. Because the nerves had been damaged?
“Part of the challenge,” I said. “Mostly a mistake on my part.”
“Come.” Ares led me to the stone basin in the center of the room. Holding my injured hand, he dipped my fingertips into the clear liquid within.
It was thick, a viscous substance. Pain flared. I jerked my hand, but Ares held me firm.
“I’m sorry.” Regret rang in his voice. “Your nerves are repairing themselves.”
The pain faded. Through the clear liquid, I could see my fingertips turning less red and ragged. Finally, they were whole again. Ares withdrew my hand.
“How’d you know to do that?” I asked.
“I’ve made use of this basin myself.” His gaze met mine, a sexy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did you meet the snake who forms a bridge?”
“I did!”
“Charles is a good sort,” he said. “I’ve always liked him.”
“Where did—”
A door opened in the wall, in a place where there had been no door at all. I snapped my mouth shut.
A cloaked figure entered. I could see no face and got no hint at gender. The sparkling white cloak draped gracefully to the floor, the hood concealing any features.
“Come.” Ares waved me forward.
I followed him toward the figure, who waited patiently, silently, by the door. Tension prickled across my skin, and my heart thundered.
This was the figure who’d put me through the trials. Dangerous trials. I had to assume I’d passed, but that didn’t mean I could trust someone who’d surrounded me with a sea of acid.
The figure inclined its head as we neared, then gestured toward the door with a sweep of his hand.
We entered a huge space, round and bright. A dome overhead glinted with a mosaic of rainbow tiles. Firefly lights sparkled above, making the tiles glitter with gemstone brilliance. I had to drag my gaze toward the rest of the room, which was all stark white. Bookshelves lined the walls, but every spine was white and blank.
In the middle of the room, a large round table stood. Built of white marble, it looked like a massive altar. Chairs surrounded it, each containing a cloaked figure.
Every single thing and person in here—besides the fabulous ceiling—was the color of snow. I’d almost missed seeing the people, they blended so well with their surroundings.
Magic signatures filled the room. The smell of ink, old paper, and leather binding. The feeling of paper beneath my fingertips and the little rush a breeze created when one flipped through the pages of a book. The feeling of satisfaction after having finished a good story.
Knowledge. These were the signatures of knowledge.
A large black gemstone sat in the middle of the table.
The magical battery.
As Ares and the original cloaked figure joined me, I could feel the scrutiny of those sitting around the table. It burned my skin. This felt like being on stage.
As a group, the thirteen individuals around the table lowered their hoods.
Their skin was the snow white of the marble table, but they had no real features. They had noses—sort of—and lips. Almost. The subtle topography of eyes. They looked like unfinished statues. Modern art.
A figure to my left rose gracefully, and spoke, the voice somewhere between a man’s and a woman’s. “You have done well, Phoenix Knight, and proven yourself worthy of the information that we will pass on to you.”
“Thank you.”
“It is vital that this knowledge be protected and used well. The Pūķi appeared to you, lighting your way and proving your worthiness.”
I hesitated to mention that I’d been friends with the Pūķi for a while now. Though they probably already knew a lot about me if they’d managed to create a replica of my sword.
“What did you learn about the battery?” I asked. “What is it made of?”
The figure sat, then stared at the stone. “Extensive tests have determined that it is a crystal of Synnaroe. Its magic is a gift from the gods, who each gave a part of their power to the stone so that their magic would live on even after they were long gone.”
I frowned. “You said a crystal of Synnaroe. Are there more?”
“Yes. It is part of an ancient pair of crystals formed at the center of the earth and recovered by giants over three thousand years ago. They were separated long ago.”
“Which means that the other battery Drakon seeks—it is the partner stone.”
“It stands to reason, yes.”
“Do these crystals have any connection with dragons?” Ares asked.
“Not to our knowledge.”
“Do you know where the dragons’ final resting place is located?” I asked. Ares had asked them this over a week ago, but I couldn’t help but try again.
“There have been no new discoveries on that front. But the other crystal, the partner stone—we do not think that Drakon has found it yet.”
Hope flared bright. “Why’s that?”
“We felt a massive disturbance in the magical energy of the world when this one was stolen from its sacred resting place. We have not yet felt that again.”
“But he is close to recovering it.” Ares leaned forward. “We have a contact in the League of FireSouls who was able to see into Drakon’s mind. He saw that the bastard is close to finding the other stone.”
“When he does find it, it will not be easy to access,” the figure said. “The stone is well hidden and even better protected.”
I shook my head. “It can’t be protected from him. Not if he knows where it is.” I pointed to the crystal on the table. “And he got that one, right?”
The figure inclined his head. “True.”
“Is there anything you can tell us about where the other stone is located?” I asked.
“Yes. It is in Annatlia, near the southernmost part of Greece. Guarded by gods and legend. If you ask your dragon sense to take you there, it will. It’s a mythical place, another realm located on Earth. The land of the Greek gods.”
“Like Olympus?” I asked.
“Similar. Zeus rules in Olympia. But the other realms are ruled by the other Greek gods.”
Hmm. That wasn’t terribly descriptive.
“Do you have contacts there?” Ares asked. “Anyone that you can inform of the threat so that they can be on the alert?”
“Not us.” The figure shook his head. “It is an ancient land inhabited by ancient gods. The Greeks. But you may go there and warn them yourselves.”
“Not just warn them,” I said. “We have to beat Drakon to it. Because whatever guards they have—they cannot stand up to him.”
“And you would fare better?” the figure asked.
A wry laugh escaped me. “I’m supposed to.”
An hour later, Ares and I arrived back in Magic’s Bend. It was noon here, but the winter wind was bitter as it whipped down the street.
I pressed my fingertips to my comms charm. “Del? Cass? Meet at my place in ten, okay?”
“On it,” Cass said.
“Me too,” Del added.
“Later.” The
gleaming windows of P & P caught my eye from across the street. My stomach growled. I looked up at Ares. “Want to grab a bite on our way over?”
He nodded. We hurried into the coffee shop. The warmth and music welcomed us, as it always did. Magic sparked in the air from the enchantments in the coffee and the potions in Connor’s back workshop. A couple of old men sat in the corner reading newspapers. Blue steam drifted from the tops of their coffee cups. They must be drinking a rare beverage indeed. Though Connor’s enchanted coffees were imbued with magic, I hadn’t seen blue steam before.
A feeling of home washed over me. As familiar and wonderful as this place was, there was always something new.
“I love this place,” I murmured to Ares. It was everything good about the magical world.
And Drakon sought to take that from us. Not only would he steal our magic, and thus a part of our souls, he’d destroy everything about this place, too. It’d be wholesale slaughter down to the smallest little bit of magic. He wanted to own it all, even the enchanted blue steam.
For some reason, that made me angrier than anything.
It bubbled up in my chest, choking me. If I even started thinking about what Drakon would do once he had the magic….
Nope. Wasn’t going to think about it.
I was going to stop him before it came to that.
“Hey, guys.” Connor smiled, flipping his dark hair back from his forehead.
“Hey, Connor.” I approached, noticing that he had a dustpan full of broken glass in his hand. “What’s that?”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Well, you’re not going to like it, but your dragon was in here.”
“Jeff?”
“The very one.” Connor dumped the glass in the bin behind the counter. “Seems the little guy has a taste for whiskey and thought he’d help himself.”
“Oh no. He broke that, didn’t he? What do I owe you?” I was going to have a talk with that little troublemaker. Talk about growing pains.
“Oddly enough, nothing.” Connor picked up a gold coin from the counter and held it up. “He left me this. Recognize it?”
I took the coin. It was old and unfamiliar. “No.” My mind raced. “Can Jeff make gold?”
“Why not? He’s made of magic,” Connor said. “And at least you don’t have a thief on your hands. Clumsy, but well intentioned.”
The mental image of Jeff sneaking in, fumbling the whiskey purchase, then leaving a gold coin made me smile. “I guess I’ll have to ask him. But before that, could we have some pasties and coffee to go?”
“Cheese and potato for you, obviously.” Connor’s gaze went to Ares. “Steak and Stilton?”
“Perfect,” Ares said.
Connor wrapped up the food and made the coffees, but when I tried to pay, he waved the money away. “Jeff picked up your tab.”
“Uh, okay.” I spoke through a laugh.
Though Drakon’s dark threat loomed over us, it warmed my heart to know that there could still be moments of such unexpected joy.
I didn’t know what was coming for me with Drakon. More than likely, it’d be terrible. Deadly, even. Without a doubt the greatest challenge I would ever face.
But I had all this to fight for. My friends and family, my dragon and even the coffee shop that had become my home away from home.
I fought off the nerves and focused on my determination.
We took the coffee and pasties, thanked Connor, then headed for the door. My stomach grumbled as we stepped out into the chill winter air. Unwilling to wait, I fished the pasty out of the bag and bit into the buttery crust, enjoying the savory taste of cheese and potato.
“Don’t choke,” Ares said.
I swallowed and grinned at him, not surprised to see that he’d already bitten into his as well. We were so hungry that we’d polished off our lunch by the time we passed the glass storefront of Ancient Magic. My heart twinged at the sight of the closed sign and the dim interior.
Add one more thing to the pile of reasons that I needed to defeat Drakon. I needed to get back to work.
We let ourselves in through the green door and climbed the steps to my place. Del and Cass were waiting for us outside my door. Aidan and Roarke stood with them. Behind Del sat three huge dogs—hellhounds. Two black ones and a white one with brown spots. They grinned, fangs gleaming and tongues lolling.
“What are Pond Flower and her buddies doing here?” I asked.
The hellhounds were friends with Del, sensing her affinity for animals. Though they lived at the League of FireSoul’s headquarters, the magical beasts had the ability to transport themselves at will. There were actually thirteen total, so I had to be grateful there were only three here.
“They showed up an hour ago, but I don’t know why.” Del frowned. “They haven’t visited in weeks.”
“Do you think they sense oncoming danger?” Ares asked. “I’ve heard they can do that.”
“It’s not the worst idea,” Del said. “With Drakon, things have been getting dicey. I’ve been worried. Pond Flower may sense that.”
Pond Flower, the white and brown dog, woofed.
“That sounds like a yes.” Which made me worry even more. Magical animal were good at sensing threats.
Del turned to Pond Flower. “Can you head back home now? If there’s any trouble, I’ll call for you.”
Pond Flower looked indecisive for a moment, then disappeared, her two friends along with her.
She was gone for now, but if trouble was brewing—which it definitely was—she’d be back.
“Did you get good news?” Cass asked me.
“I’d say so.” I walked into the apartment.
Jeff snoozed on the couch, his nostrils blowing smoke.
“Sleeping it off, pal?” I asked.
His head popped up, and his gaze was alert. Looked like my little dragon could hold his liquor.
We all crowded into the small space, taking seats on the couch and leaning against the walls. Jeff got to stay on his cushion, because who the heck was going to move a dragon?
“What did you find out?” Del asked.
I told them everything we’d learned about the stone and its location. Which wasn’t much.
“At least you should be able to get there,” Cass said. “That’s a good lead.”
“Exactly. And I think we should follow it. We don’t know where the dragons are yet, and we can’t necessarily beat Drakon in a fight, anyway.” I’d tried to kill him with a sword that could slice through anything, and it hadn’t worked. I hadn’t hit his heart, and that might do it, but we didn’t know the size of his army. If I failed to kill them and they were there, ready to fight… No good. “So it’d be better to beat him to the battery and cut his legs out from under him.”
“Without the battery stone, he can’t steal the magic from the dragons,” Del said. “I like it.”
“Me too.” I looked at them both. “I was hoping you could go to Norway to see if you can find the dragons, using your dragon sense. While you do that, Ares and I will go after the battery. We’ll leave immediately.”
“We can do that,” Cass said.
Del nodded.
Roarke stepped forward. “I have some news from the Underworld.”
I grimaced. “Oh, that’s not going to be good, is it?”
Ares huffed out a wry laugh.
“No.” Roarke’s voice was dire. “There’s word that Drakon’s hired hundreds of demons to fight in a great battle. Enough demons that it could mean the apocalypse if he uses them right.”
I leaned back against the couch. “Well, shit. He wants all the magic in the world and an apocalypse?”
“He may not want an apocalypse,” Ares said. “But he does want the power to have one, should he choose.”
He was all about power, that Drakon.
“How did he get the demons out of hell?” Del asked. “That’s not easy.”
“He didn’t get them out of hell. Not most of them, at least. They
’re from Earth. Almost every evil demon in the world has congregated around him.”
“He sent out the evil bat signal, is what you’re saying,” I said. Apparently his dragon tattoo gang wasn’t enough. He needed more.
“Exactly.”
“Do you know where these demons have gone?” Ares asked.
Roarke shook his head. “Not yet. I have scouts out looking for them. We’ll find them, but it will take time.”
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Cass said.
“Which means we need to beat Drakon to that battery.” I stood, then looked at Ares. “Might as well get a move on, huh?”
Chapter Three
The sun was setting when we arrived in the forest in Annatlia. It gleamed through the leaves of the oak trees, leaving dappled patterns on the ground. It’d be an idyllic wonderland if not for the tension in the air.
It prickled, swirling around the tree trunks and bombarding me. I tensed, letting go of Ares’s hands and preparing to fight.
A light trill of music drifted through the forest. Like a flute almost, but reedier almost.
“You hear that?” Ares murmured.
“Yeah.” I started toward it, keeping my footsteps light. “It’s calling us.”
Ares followed, catching up to me. The music tugged me forward, impossible to ignore. I was a fish and I was hooked. I wove between the trees, seeking the musician who made magic with his instrument.
I almost wasn’t surprised when I came upon the man sitting in the middle of a golden ray of light cast by the setting sun. He wore no shirt and had the legs of a goat. His hooves were the same golden brown as the horns protruding from his head. A pan flute was raised to his lips.
The strong magic that I’d felt—the tension in the air—it had come from him.
He looked up at us, the music dying. His brilliant blue eyes sparked with interest.
“Pan?” I stepped closer, only a dozen feet away now.
“Who seeks me?” His voice was rough and low.
So he was the god Pan. “I am Phoenix Knight.”
Ares stepped forward slightly. “And I am Ares Warhaven.”
Pan nodded, brown curls bobbing. “I have been waiting for you, bird of flame. And Ares, gifted with our own name.”