Elemental Shadows

by Phaedra Weldon

  ELEMENTAL SHADOWS

  The Eldritch Files: Book Two

  Phaedra Weldon

  Copyright © 2015 by Phaedra Weldon

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  As always, for my father.

  My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament

  are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul.

  William Shakespeare

  "You can't possibly understand what I'm going through."

  "Sweet Lord and Lady, Robin. You think I've never lost anyone before? What about Ina? What about my mom?"

  "It's not the same. You didn't kill them." Robin turned as he braced himself against the break room sink. He hung his head. "You've never killed anybody. Not like I killed Kathy."

  To anyone coming into this conversation, this wasn't a murder confession. Robin Tremere didn't murder a person—he killed a Changeling, a creature made of Arcane Faerie magic. That Changeling had taken the place of his niece Kathy, killed her mother, Robin's sister, and nearly killed him. He would have died if I hadn't made a deal with a Leviathan named Dionysus.

  But Robin didn't know any of those details. I didn't believe he was ready to know. I'd kept it all hidden within the Witch's world of magic and secrets, in the shadows of reality that permeated New Orleans. It's not that I meant to sound cryptic; it's just that sometimes secrets are necessary.

  Like my secret. The one where I did kill someone. An innocent. And I used forbidden magic to do it.

  And who am I? Samantha Hawthorne, Elemental Witch and said wielder of bad joojoo. Robin and I were in my magic and herb shop, Bell, Book and Candle, a little place on Bourbon Street where I lived and worked, saved the world from evil, and sometimes made a small profit to buy food. Two weeks had passed since the incident with the Changelings and Dionysus. The twelve original children the little monsters were created from were still missing, despite my efforts to find them, along with any in the magical community with the ability to Track.

  I didn't think telling Robin that Kathy might still be alive was a good idea. I didn't want to give him false hope because I feared Kathy and the other missing children were in Alfheim, the Faerie Realm, and if they ate or drank anything, or were favored by the Obsidian Queen, they were probably already transformed into whatever she considered appropriate.

  This was just my own worse case scenario. I should have already contacted one of the two Queens, either the Obsidian, Brendi, or the Silver, Tzariene. Winter and Summer. But I had made a deal with the Winter Queen, Brendi, and then reneged on it. The only thing that kept her from taking me and turning me into a horse or a toad or something much worse (I'd been transformed into a stone fountain before so I knew there was a much worse) was the Queen's father who had asked Brendi to forgive me.

  She did, but I always feared my deal wasn't as much forgotten as placed in a weird sort of forbearance. I mean…she'd tried to make a deal with Dionysus to trade me for a soul. The only that thing that stopped Brendi then was a technicality, which I was damn sure did nothing to soften our relationship.

  Robin was the one I was worried about now. Having lost his sister so fast, knowing it was his hand that killed his 'niece,' and now suddenly taking on the role of uncle—it was too much on his shoulders. He looked thinner, paler, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes deepening with every day.

  He'd come to ask if I could make him a tea or a spell or something that would stop him from feeling.

  And that was something I just wouldn't do.

  I stood from my chair at the break room table, a large oak handmade work of art, and took my empty mug with me. Robin still had his head bent and he was white-knuckling the marble edge of the sink. I put a hand on his back and rubbed it. "Robin, I'll agree I don’t understand what you're feeling. But what I can speak to is the necessity of working through raw emotions. If we never feel or endure hardships, then we never learn from them."

  "That's so easy for you to say," his voice was low but his blond hair obscured his face. "You who have all this power, all these things you can do." Robin put his hands to his sides and straightened. The face he turned to me wasn't a nice one. In fact, it wasn't a face I'd ever seen him wear. "Make me forget."

  "No."

  "But you can do it."

  "No. I can't." It was a lie. But it was one of those good lies. It just felt…wrong.

  "Then I'm just wasting my time with you." His voice sliced into my heart as he stalked out of the break room, through the door to the shop.

  I followed him, calling after him like some lovesick girl. Which in truth I was. "Robin, wait…please!"

  Two customers turned to watch us, probably thrilled to have some kind of drama interrupt their morning. I could feel Kyle's eyes on me. He was at the tarot table, helping one of those customers. Kyle Kendrick was my oldest friend and my partner in the store.

  "Don't talk to me!" Robin shouted as he yanked open the front door. He turned to look at me. I came to an abrupt stop on front of him, my eyes wide and not liking this side of him. Or this pitiful side of me. "You can help me, but you won't. You think my suffering is some kind of noble thing, don't you? Well you can take your magic shit and—"

  He didn't finish his sentence and for a half second, I was glad.

  But then that half second stretched into a full minute and I realized Robin wasn't moving. His mouth was open in mid-insult, and he wasn't blinking.

  "What the hell?"

  I turned at the sound of Kyle's voice and noticed the other two customers weren't moving either. Kyle waved his hand in front of the face of the one he was helping.

  Nothing.

  "This doesn't bode well."

  I moved away from Robin toward the counter where I kept my weapons during the day. I couldn't shake the feeling something was crawling up my back, under my shirt. Kyle was right—having Cowens (non-witches) freeze like this inside my own store, within my own wards, was not going to bode well at all. Something was coming.

  With a slight surge of my own power I summoned a Fire Elemental, a Salamander, my favorite of the Elemental creatures. My hands should have glowed with transparent red fire.

  But they didn't.

  Not a single Salamander appeared.

  I tried again with a Gnome for Earth, then an Undine for Water. Still nothing.

  So I summoned the element of Air, and to my surprise a small, white swirling image appeared in front of me as Kyle moved in close. I could clearly see the Sylph's face as he stretched his arms and yawned.

  "Haven't been using that Element a lot, huh?" Kyle said, indicating the creature's perceived lethargy.

  "Shush." I focused my attention on the Sylph who nodded and pointed to the door. With an abrupt clarity and swiftness, I saw an aerial image of four black-clad individuals moving through Bourbon Street
without the slightest odd look from tourists or natives. Cloaks billowed out behind them in slow motion and I asked the Sylph to change positions so I could see them from the front.

  My skin grew cold and this time it was me white knuckling the counter before I reached down and retrieved one of my Smith & Wessons.

  "What?" Kyle asked to my left. "What is it? I can sense something's coming but I can't see it."

  "Yeah," I said as I pulled away from the Sylph's vision and asked the Elemental to stay and witness. He agreed and moved to settle atop one of the crystal balls on the far left shelf. My hands glowed yellow as I lifted the pistol with the name The Lady engraved on its barrel. "We got company alright. Get in the back and fire up your best defense spell."

  "What?" But he was moving back to the door to the break room.

  Robin and the two customers abruptly turned toward the front in unison, and filed out of the shop without a backwards glance.

  I checked my ammo, cocked my wrist so the cylinder would snap back and held the now yellow fiery gun in my hand. I knew what was coming, and Kyle had been right. "Clerics."

  This did not bode well.

  If there were a police force, or law enforcement for Witches, it would be the branch of practitioners called Clerics. These Witches were best at tracking, divination, telekinesis, psychometry—most all of the Dianic Gifts. But they were also each Gifted with an Elemental Sponsor, which was much different than the usual Elemental Witch like myself.

  Clerics, when initiated, were subjected to a brutal and grueling set of tests to both study the candidate's resolve and strength, as well as their brother's and sister's ability at discerning the truth from someone.

  In laymen's terms—the initiate was tortured. Magically. Which I hear is pretty damn painful. Regular Cowen (non-witches) tortures are mostly physical. But Clerics deal with truth and punishment on all three facets of the human experience: the physical, the astral, and the mental.

  Meaning they fucked you up times three. Ever heard the phrase three-fold?

  They take that shit seriously. If a suspect is guilty in any of these states of being, then a Cleric has the right and the training to cap their magic.

  As a Hive, a grouping of four, they can also cap an area's magic. It doesn't necessarily mean they remove the magic; they just gum up the works. Which is what appeared to be happening in my shop, hence my inability to summon my Elementals.

  Except Air.

  Kyle came back out front. "I can't even spark a flame to start incense. Even the water's not working in the sink."

  "Area's been capped. It's Clerics."

  "Holy Lord and Lady!" Kyle hissed as he looked at the door and noticed my weapon. "Why in the hell are they here?"

  I glanced at the Elemental surrounding the crystal on the shelf. Would they be able to sense him? And how was it I was able to summon him, much less any magic with a cap in place?

  "I don't know."

  But I had a suspicion. I believed they were here because I killed an innocent, and I'd used Arcane Magic to do it, which was strictly forbidden. Somehow they had discovered the truth, either on their own or someone had given them just cause to investigate me.

  My first thought was that Dionysus had pointed them in my direction. And why not? I was the one Witch who knew the truth, that the Leviathan had stolen the body of my mom's best friend, Inamorata Devonshire, and I had killed an innocent girl. I'd used an Arcane spell from the Malleus Maleficarum, The Witch's Hammer, to strip the innocent's soul from her body. I thought I was exorcising the Leviathan.

  I was so…so damn wrong. Instead of destroying the monster that took my mother from me, I'd made that poor soul vulnerable to Dionysus's needs. I'd made that girl a prisoner to a monster in a human body.

  This was the secret I kept. This was my shadow.

  I knew they were here for me.

  But I wasn't going to go quietly. Not when I had innocent children to find and a boyfriend who needed my help, whether he wanted it or not.

  The lights flickered and I heard the Sylph's voice in my head saying to put the gun away because the Clerics would see it as a threat. I hid it behind the counter.

  The door opened again and the four of them filed into the shop. I felt a pressure against my own personal wards, but they didn't penetrate them. Either they couldn't, or they weren't trying. But they were testing.

  Their hoods were up, and their robes closed. The robes were floor length and tailored to each Cleric. Each cloak also had a shoulder drape, much like the old depictions of Sherlock Holmes's cloak.

  I stood my ground. They stood theirs.

  Finally, Kyle spoke up. "Welcome to Bell, Book and Candle. I must say I like your robes," he put his hands together. "May I get you some tea?"

  "Is that the nephew?" The tall one on the left asked. There were two on either side like bookends.

  The other tall one nodded. "He is a Hedge Witch. A rarity in the House of Vervain."

  "No," said a female voice. "The Vervains are known for their agility and prowess in Hedge magic. This one's rarity is that he is male."

  I looked at Kyle. He looked…irritated.

  "So, no tea then."

  They all pushed their hoods back at the same time as if they'd rehearsed it. There were two men, and two women. Equal representation of the Elemental Witnesses. Earth and Water were female, while Air and Fire were male. Each Cleric wore a medallion with the corresponding color.

  The open door to the break room widened and Grey padded out. Grey was my wolf Familiar. My circle of friends were the only ones to call her a wolf because I didn't want anyone alerting the local animal control to a wild animal on the loose.

  Grey could be dangerous. I'd seen her in action.

  But she was mine. And no one was going to bother her. I watched her pad to the edge of the counter and sit between Kyle and the counter wall.

  "This is the Familiar," the tall one on the right said as he took a step forward. Beneath their robes, each of them wore dark clothing. I couldn't see it well enough to know of it was some kind of uniform. This guy was older than the rest, maybe the Hive Leader. His red medallion indicated a Fire Sponsor. He sort of reminded me of a graying Jason Isaacs.

  Only not as good looking.

  The Air Sponsored on the opposite end looked to be in his mid-thirties. He also looked like he just stepped away from a game of Middle Earth. His hair was so blond it was almost white and pulled back from his head in a long ponytail. His eyes were dark and his brows the same. Great, a Legolas fan.

  The two women were just as unique. The Water Sponsored with the blue medallion had short dark hair and dark red lips that moved as she smacked on chewing gum. She had to be in her twenties.

  The Earth Sponsored with the green medallion drew my attention. She looked as old as the Fire Cleric, with long silver hair that brushed her hips as she pulled it from beneath her robe. She also seemed the least mysterious as she clapped her hands together. "Oh Mr. Kendrick I would love some tea. Do you have chai?"

  "Yes I do." Her response to him put a smile on his face.

  "Wait," Mr. Fire said with his hand up. "We have business."

  "And he's a part of that business. But that doesn't mean we can't be sociable," Miss Earth nodded to Kyle. "You make tea. We'll be right here. Oh and I like it English style."

  "We've got unsweetened coconut milk. Is that okay?"

  "That's perfect."

  I watched the interchange with a worried expression. Once Kyle disappeared behind the door, Mr. Fire was at the counter. Grey was on all fours and growling.

  "Tell your mutt to be quiet or I'll make sure he stays quiet."

  I arched a brow at him. "Grey is a girl, and she can speak for herself. I don't like your tone and I don't like you barging into my establishment, overriding my wards." I knew I shouldn't be speaking to them like this. Every Witch grew up learning about the Clerics. They were the boogeymen of our culture. But if they were just getting rid of Kyle so they could a
ccuse and punish me, I wanted them to get it over with. So provoking them seemed a good way to go.

  "We do things our way," Mr. Air said as he moved to stand beside Mr. Fire.

  "Oh posh," Miss Earth said as she came forward and offered me her hand. "My name's Emily Pearson."

  "Why did you give her your true name?" Mr. Fire's face turned red.

  "Because she's not the person of interest, Fred. So take it down a notch. I told you capping this area was just overkill."

  "I was making a statement."

  I gave him a narrowed look. "What, like I have a small penis so watch my magic?"

  Oh, I'd just made an enemy. But learning from Miss Pearson that I wasn't under investigation made me breathe a little easier. I set the gun on the shelf under the counter and raised my hand to shake hers. Her palm was warm and dry and I missed my dex not activating and showing me what she was.

  "Oh," Emily said and then smiled. "I felt it try. That's a good spell to have auto trigger in your personal ward. Very smart. Just like your mother."

  I pulled my hand back. "You knew my mother?"

  "Oh yes. Fred and I both did. She was asked to be a Cleric many times, but always refused. So," she straightened her robe. "We should get down to business soon as Mr. Kendrick comes back."

  "Why don't we just move this to the break room?" I gestured to the door. "I have a table that will accommodate at least ten."

  They all nodded except Fred. He was still eyeballing me. As they filed through the door I looked at the Sylph and invited him to my shoulder. He came with a sprint and settled in my hair. I couldn't exactly feel him, but I knew something was there. I'd done this several times with my Salamander but never with a Sylph. I might have to try it with all my Elementals.

  Kyle set out a silver tea service, snacks, and everything needed to host a party.