The Shadow Of What Was Lost (Book 1)

by James Islington

  “Kan is an external force,” he said. “Whereas Essence is usually drawn from within the body, kan is drawn from a single source – one that seems to have its physical location here, somewhere in Deilannis. Although kan can be used from anywhere in the world, it is easiest to access and control here in the city.”

  Malshash nodded encouragingly. “That’s accurate. What else?”

  “Essence is energy. In the case of the Gifted it's a piece of our own life force, extracted and converted into something that can physically affect things.” He bit his lip, straining to explain what he’d understood from the books. “Kan is not energy. You couldn’t make a fireball with kan, or lift a feather. You can’t heal with it. But it can affect energy. It seems to… sit above Essence, somehow. As we manipulate the world with Essence, so we manipulate Essence with kan.”

  Malshash gave him an approving look. “You’ve been reading Delatroen, I see. Very good.” He smiled. “And what does he have to say about the consequences of this hierarchy?”

  Davian stared at the ground for a long moment, trying to remember. “Two things. Firstly, that kan allows us to access things that Essence alone cannot touch – things that are not physical – specifically, he mentions thoughts and time as instances of that. And secondly, kan allows us to use Essence with a level of finesse and efficiency that is not possible otherwise. He gives the example of drinking from a pool. Manipulating Essence by itself is like scooping the water with your hands, whereas using kan to do it is more like using a cup.”

  Malshash smiled. “I always liked that analogy.” He paused. “There’s more to it though. He was only talking about one aspect of their interaction.”

  Davian nodded, feeling his brow furrow. “Kan can also be used in other states to siphon, absorb, or store Essence. I read a little about Imbuing – making Vessels. The kan stores Essence in the Vessel indefinitely, preventing decay, until its function is triggered. In some cases it can draw Essence from whomever is using it, too.” He thought of the Vessel that had brought he and Wirr to Desriel. “It seemed quite advanced.”

  “It is,” said Malshash dryly. He nodded in approval though. “There’s only one other thing you failed to mention, though it’s rarely spoken of in texts so I can hardly blame you for omitting it. Kan, in its natural state, absorbs Essence because the two were never designed to coexist. They can be used together – with training – but they are by no means complementary.”

  “They were never meant to coexist?” repeated Davian.

  Malshash waved away the query. “A story for another time. For now, all you need to know is that when learning to use the two combined, you must understand the quirks of each. Knowledge of one in no way imparts knowledge of the other.”

  “That probably won't be an issue, anyway,” muttered Davian, meaning the comment to be to himself.

  Malshash gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

  Davian stared at the floor, embarrassed. “I... struggle, when it comes to using Essence. I've never been able to even access my Reserve.”

  Malshash frowned. “Of course you can use Essence,” he said slowly. “I’ve seen you do it.”

  Davian frowned back. “When?”

  “After coming through the rift.” Malshash scratched his head. “Your body was nearly wasted away when you appeared on the Jha’vett. You regenerated in seconds, though. You actually glowed, you were using so much Essence.”

  Davian shrugged. “I’ve been trying for years with no success,” he admitted.

  Malshash’s frown deepened. “Stand still,” he instructed. He came and stood in front of Davian, putting his hand against his forehead. A wash of energy flooded through Davian’s body, startling him. He flinched backwards to see Malshash looking at him in shock.

  “What is it?” asked Davian.

  Malshash just stared at him through narrowed eyes. “Of course,” he muttered, almost to himself. “It makes sense. I should have seen it earlier.” He laughed. “I should have felt it earlier. But it’s very subtle. Unnoticeable unless you’re looking for it.”

  Davian scowled. “What are you talking about?”

  Malshash thought for a moment. “Do you know why no-one else has ever used the rift to pass through time, as you did?”

  Davian shook his head mutely.

  “It is because no living thing can pass through it and survive,” said Malshash. “The energies of the other realm are pure kan; they are drawn to Essence, and when they find it, they tear its source apart. Obliterate it.” He paused. “You don’t have a Reserve, Davian – in itself, not so unusual for an Augur. Beyond that, though, your body generates no Essence. Not just no excess. None at all.”

  Davian shook his head. “That makes no sense. Everything living needs Essence.”

  Malshash gave a delighted laugh. “That’s the trick, Davian! You’re using kan to get it. You draw it in from around you – any source you can find. The body does not need much, truth be told.” He shook his head. “I thought it was a miracle you’d picked up how to use kan so quickly, making it through the rift as you did. This is why. You’ve been using it unconsciously since the day you… well, since you died.”

  Davian paled. “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s very simple.” Malshash sat in a chair, gesturing for Davian to do the same. “At some point in your life, you died. I don’t know when – probably very young though, earlier than you’d be able to even remember. So your ability to produce Essence failed. But somehow, your instincts kicked in, and you began drawing Essence from around you using kan instead.” He shrugged. “You must have been doing it ever since. Stealing a little from here, a little from there. Sometimes from people, sometimes from your environment. If you were raised around the Gifted, it would have been too easy.”

  Davian felt a chill run through him. “You mean… I’m dead?”

  “No, no.” Malshash gestured impatiently. Then he hesitated. “Well… yes. In a way. You are just as alive as anyone else. Your heart still beats, your blood pumps, you need food and sleep. But… differently, I suppose. I meant that at some point, your body expired. Perhaps it was only for a few seconds, perhaps it was minutes – I don’t know how long it takes for a Source to flicker out completely. But now for your body to function as it should, you need to draw your Essence from external sources.”

  Davian shook his head, dazed. “What does that mean?” He ran his hands through his hair. “I think I understand what you’re saying, but… what are the implications?”

  Malshash shrugged. “Nothing to be worried about, I would think. You do it instinctively, like breathing, so you shouldn’t be in any danger - and as far as I can tell you don’t draw enough to put anyone around you in harm's way. So long as you don’t lose your ability to use kan, you’re no different from anyone else.”

  Davian was silent. He had died? He thought back to the day he’d been branded with his Mark, the day he’d woken up in the school unable to move from his injuries. Had that been when it had happened? Thinking about it – that somehow in the past he had actually died – made him twist inside.

  “I can’t say I’m entirely comfortable with the concept, nonetheless,” he admitted in a shaky voice.

  Malshash nodded. “I understand. But it saved your life. You couldn’t have survived the rift otherwise.” He grinned at the irony. “It was meant to be, Davian. You have this power for a reason. And the good news is, your body is well adapted to kan. Which means we can take a few… shortcuts. You’ll be home in no time.”

  Davian brightened at the prospect. “When do we start?”

  Malshash clapped him on the back. “We’ll begin this afternoon. For now, though, we should get some food. I haven’t eaten today.”

  Davian nodded, caught between dismay at the news he’d been told, and the hope that he would soon be returning to his own time.

  He followed Malshash silently, lost in thought.

  ***

  Davian cleared his mind, tryi
ng to sense kan.

  It was only a few moments before he could feel it. It was less something physical, and more an absence. Like a shadow rather than light.

  “Good,” murmured Malshash. Davian ignored the comment. This was the easy part.

  They had been practicing for a couple of hours now. It was a frustrating process, though Malshash appeared unfazed by Davian’s lack of progress. If anything, the mysterious man seemed encouraged by how quickly Davian was able to sense kan, and even to an extent control it.

  “Now,” said Malshash, “ I've walled off most of my mind, but left a specific memory open for you to see. My memory will become yours, though you will be able to see it as distinct from your own. All you need to do is use kan to will yourself inside my mind, to connect to me.”

  “Is that all,” said Davian through gritted teeth, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Kan was stubborn and slippery; using it for even a few seconds was like grasping at shadows. What was worse, the process to enter another’s mind was delicate; it required a deft touch and more mental concentration than Davian would have previously believed possible. Malshash said kan was more difficult to wield than Essence, and Davian believed him. If Essence had been this difficult to control, the number of Gifted able to use it effectively would be far smaller.

  Still, this time he managed to keep it in his mind, keep his focus sharp as he reached out tentatively towards Malshash. He felt himself push through the kan, using it to make his will a reality.

  He mentally reached Malshash and felt a barrier, something stopping him. He pushed again.

  The world blurred for a moment; he lost concentration and everything dropped away, including his sense of kan. He gasped, holding his head, feeling like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over it.

  He looked up. Malshash was watching him intently. “Well?”

  Davian felt a chill run through him. “You were on the road yesterday. You passed a merchant who sold you food.” He snorted. “You ate all the good stuff before you got back here.”

  Malshash considered him for a few more seconds, then broke into a wide smile. “Exactly right.”

  Davian smiled back, still examining the memory in his head. It was an odd feeling. He knew the recollection wasn’t his, but he could picture the open fields, the fair weather, the greedy smile of the merchant knowing he could charge double for food so far from a town. It was remarkable.

  “Can we try again?” he asked, elated.

  Malshash shrugged. “I’ll have to choose a different memory and isolate it, but yes, I think so.”

  Davian gave an eager nod. “So is that all there is to it?”

  Malshash laughed. “It’s a start. But learning to really understand memories... that's tricky." He paused. "For example. You just said I ate all the 'good stuff'. Was that your assessment, or mine?"

  Davian opened his mouth... and hesitated.

  "I suppose... yours," he conceded eventually, brow furrowed. "I don't really care for figs."

  "And the weather was...."

  "Fair?" Davian replied, a little uncertainly.

  Malshash grinned. "Was it? Were there no clouds, or was it just brighter than I'm accustomed to here in the city? Or was I simply in a good mood?"

  Davian shook his head. "I don't think there were clouds. I can't picture any. But now that you mention it.... I don't know," he admitted.

  Malshash clapped him on the shoulder. "And that's the hard part. Even though you relived that memory far more clearly than I ever could have, it's not just a sensory record of what happened. You're experiencing the memory as my mind remembers it. Everything is always seen subjectively, coloured by emotion. Memories can even change over time, be affected by new information. Reading a memory one day can be a different experience from Reading that same memory the next."

  "So you can't take what you see for granted?"

  "Exactly. That's not to say it's completely unreliable; it just needs some experience to interpret what you see. And... you have to be careful. Once you Read someone's memory, it becomes yours, too. If you're not careful, that can change you."

  He paused, watching Davian to make sure the seriousness of that statement had sunk in before continuing. "Once you've mastered memories, there's still learning how to Read what someone's thinking at that exact moment. That is difficult. Even people who haven’t been trained have natural barriers protecting their thoughts. You need to learn to get around those, without harming them.”

  Davian frowned. “They could get hurt?”

  “Yes.” Malshash's expression was solemn. “All these powers are dangerous in some way, Davian. You can’t just go forcing your way into someone’s mind, not without the mind pushing back. If you do, it can have serious consequences. Their mind could be permanently damaged; in some cases they may even die from the experience.”

  Davian paled, thinking back to what Taeris had told him about the smuggler Anaar. “Why didn’t you tell me this before we started training?”

  Malshash waved away his concern. “I have everything else walled off. Don’t worry, Davian. You can’t hurt me.”

  Davian nodded in relief. “Good.”

  Malshash held up a finger in warning, though he had a half-smile on his lips. “By the way - you should know that I always shield my mind from being Read. It’s natural for me now; I do it without thinking. So don’t imagine you can try it sometime when I’m not ready.”

  Davian grinned; he hadn’t really considered the possibility. Then his smile faded. “Have you Read me?”

  “Oh yes.” Malshash chuckled as he saw the horrified expression on Davian’s face. “Only a little, now and then. To get myself... acquainted with what kind of man you are.” He waved his hands in a dismissive gesture. “Don’t worry. You're a good one, in case you were wondering.”

  Davian found himself caught between a scowl and a smile; eventually he gave up and chose the latter. “You will have to show me how to shield myself, then,” he said in a begrudging tone.

  Malshash nodded. “It’s easy enough. Visualize a box in your mind; anything you want to protect – memories, thoughts, emotions – you lock away inside that box. Anything you don’t need to protect, you leave outside.” He shrugged. “It’s a mental trick, not anything to do with kan. The mind has its own natural defences; as I said, it already goes to some lengths to protect our thoughts. For some reason though, this tricks it into raising even stronger defences. Most of the time, that makes it impenetrable.”

  Davian looked at Malshash warily. “It sounds a little easy. How do I know you’re not just telling me this so you can continue to Read me whenever you want?”

  Malshash sighed. “You told me that your one ability up until now has been to see when people are trying to deceive you,” he said. “Use it on me. I won’t take offense.”

  “It doesn’t work on anyone who can shield themselves,” Davian pointed out.

  “Of course it does. Shielding can mask it, but when you see that someone is lying, your mind is in some small way connected to the other person’s. And believe me, people know when they’re lying – it’s not something you can fully hide away, no matter how skilled you are. The signs might be different - may be too subtle for most other Augurs to pick up - but someone with your specific talent should still be able to tell.”

  Davian shook his head. “Not that I’ve noticed.” Then he paused. “Tell me something false, then true, then false again.”

  Malshash crossed his arms. “I have never met you before. It is seventy years before you were born. Traversing the time rift back is not a risk.”

  “And again?”

  Malshash repeated what he had said, and Davian sighed.

  There it was. A slight pain, a pressure on the temples that he automatically tried to massage away, on the first and third sentences. It had been there all along, and he just hadn’t known what to look for. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy – his confidence in his ability had been badly hurt after Tenvar�
�s betrayal – or furious that he hadn’t figured it out sooner.

  He decided to choose the former. “It works,” he said with a tight smile. Then he raised an eyebrow. “Though for all I know, you could be messing around in my head about this, too.”

  Malshash chuckled. “Sorry Davian, but I'm not that interested in what you're thinking at any given moment.” He grinned to soften any perceived insult.

  Davian smiled. “Of course. Sorry.”

  Malshash shrugged. “I can’t blame you, I suppose. Once you know what people with these abilities can actually do, it becomes a lot harder to trust them.” He gave a small yawn, glancing around. “That’s probably enough for today, anyway. Nightfall is coming.” He began walking, back towards their house.

  Davian squinted at the mists surrounding them, but could detect no change in the light. That was the way it always was in Deilannis: a constant dull grey, enough light to see by, but never bright, never cheerful. Still, Malshash had seemingly been living here long enough to know when day became night.

  “So we continue working on Reading tomorrow?” Davian asked, trotting to come up alongside Malshash. This version of the shapeshifter was tall, and his long legs meant his stride was hard to match.

  Malshash shook his head. “No. You’ve grasped the concept quickly enough; we don’t have time to waste mastering each ability. Tomorrow we move on.”

  “So that’s it? That’s all you’re going to teach me on Reading?”

  “I didn’t say that,” said Malshash, a little irritably. “If there is a chance, we will revisit it.”

  Davian frowned. “You talk as if there may not be time to do that.”

  “There may not be,” Malshash admitted after a pause. He glanced down at Davian’s right hand, on which he wore the ring. “I never meant you to be here for more than a few hours, a day at the very most. I used that ring to draw you here, but the natural laws of time will eventually try to reassert themselves. You need to be as rounded as possible when that happens.”