The Shadow Of What Was Lost (Book 1)

by James Islington

  "Because I think the man who made me a Shadow might have lied about the reason why," said Asha. "Can you do it?"

  Erran slowly put down the Vessel he'd been holding, shaking his head. "I... don't know," he admitted after a moment. "There are a lot of variables. If the memory has just been walled off, rather than erased.... maybe. But it could be dangerous. There has to be a reason Shadows lose that memory, Asha. It's probably a defence. Messing with the mind when it's trying to protect you... I have no idea of the consequences." He frowned. "And even if I could access the memory, I'd have to break down whatever barriers are in place to get at it. Which means that it won't be shut off from your mind any more, either. I just don't think -"

  Asha spun, stiffening as a metallic scratching sound echoed through the room.

  Erran paled. He heard it too.

  Someone was unlocking the door.

  "No time," he murmured, snatching up something from the shelf nearby and tossing it to Asha. She caught it before realising what it was. A Veil.

  Without hesitating, Asha pressed the open end of the silver torc onto her arm.

  Everything... shimmered.

  A moment later the door swung open. A tall, thin, blue-cloaked Administrator strode through, freezing when he realised a lamp was already lit. His eyes moved straight to Erran, who was now standing with his back to the door, examining a shelf.

  "What are you doing in here?" said the Administrator angrily, his voice booming around the warehouse.

  Erran turned, and Asha shook her head in silent admiration at his nonchalant expression. "Administrator Ionis," he said politely, giving a slight bow. "Duke Andras asked me to store something for him in here."

  The man called Ionis crossed his arms. "I recognise you. That servant that kept spilling drinks when I met with Elocien a few weeks ago." He shook his head. "I don't believe you. This area of the palace is strictly off limits, and the duke knows it."

  Erran looked hurt. "Duke Andras will confirm he asked me," he said in an injured tone. He reached into his pocket, producing the ring Asha had been handling a few moments ago. "See? I was just trying to decide where it goes."

  Ionis studied the ring with narrowed eyes. "It goes wherever there is a space. There's no order to any of this junk." He shook his head, taking an object of his own from his pocket and tossing it on a nearby shelf. "Give me that, and come with me. I'm not letting you out of my sight until I speak to Elocien, so I hope for your sake you're telling the truth."

  "Of course, Administrator. I'm happy to help."

  Ionis gave a brusque nod. "You're alone in here?"

  "Yes."

  Ionis looked around suspiciously but eventually nodded again, apparently satisfied. "Then let's go."

  "Just let me get the Duke's key. I left it lying around on one of these shelves," said Erran, his tone embarrassed. "I wouldn't want it to be locked in here. It might be a while before someone can come down here again to fetch it."

  He started walking towards a shelf near where Asha stood. It took her a couple of moments to realise his words had been directed at her.

  Moving as quietly as possible she slipped around the Administrator and through the still-open door, breathing a sigh of relief as she emerged into the passageway beyond. Erran had been right; the door required a key to unlock it, no matter which side of it you were.

  Once outside, she set off at a light jog for the main section of the palace.

  As soon as she was certain she was alone, she removed the Veil from her arm. Her first thought was to head for her rooms - after such a near miss, she wanted nothing more than to collapse onto her bed and rest - but after a moment, she made for Elocien's study instead.

  Fortunately there was no-one waiting outside today; either Elocien had dealt with all the concerned nobility, or he had grown sick of them and had ordered them to leave him alone. Asha suspected the latter.

  She knocked, relieved to see Elocien when the door opened.

  The duke frowned around at the empty hallway. "Ashalia. This isn't the best time..."

  "It's urgent, and it won't take long."

  Once she was inside, she drew the Veil from her pocket, showing it to Elocien. "I was helping Erran look for something we could use amongst the Vessels," she said quickly. "An Administrator came in while we were there. Ionis, I think his name was. I hid with this, but Erran didn't have time. He told Ionis you sent him down there to store a ring."

  Elocien nodded calmly, as if this was entirely expected. "Thank-you, Asha. Ionis won't be happy, but he rarely is. Don't worry. It will be fine." He made a face. "You should probably use the Veil again, though."

  Asha frowned. "Why?"

  A knock came at the door.

  Asha pressed the silver torc back onto her arm as Elocien rose. He checked to see that she was no longer visible, then opened the door.

  "Ionis! What a pleasant surprise," said the duke in an amiable tone, stepping back to let the Administrator in. "And Erran, too, I see. How can I help you?"

  Ionis made no move to enter. "This young man says you gave him this key " - he handed the storeroom key to the duke - " and sent him to put something in the Old Section?"

  "That's correct. A silver ring," confirmed Elocien. "Erran has been with me for years. I trust him."

  Ionis' face tightened, and he reached into his pocket and handed the ring across to Elocien before turning to Erran. "You may go," he said curtly.

  Erran nodded, looking relieved, then vanished down the hallway.

  "Would you like to come in?" asked Elocien, gesturing inside his study.

  Ionis' eyes bore into the duke's. "He shouldn't have been down there, Your Grace." He made no move to enter.

  Elocien sighed. "Do you really think I would have sent him if I didn't think he was trustworthy?"

  "That's not your decision to make. Administration won't be happy. Your Grace."

  Elocien leaned forward slightly, and his tone changed. It was still friendly, but the words had steel beneath them this time. "Administration answer to me. As do you. You would do well to remember that."

  Ionis matched Elocien's gaze, unperturbed. "As you say." He moved to walk away, then hesitated, turning back. "What happened to you, Your Grace?"

  The duke frowned. "I don't know what you're -"

  "Yes you do." Ionis studied Elocien's face closely. "You used to believe in our purpose here. The importance of the work. You know the worst part of today? I believed that boy, even before I came up here. A few years ago I wouldn't have even had to check with you. I would have known he was lying." He shook his head, eyes narrowed. "Something changed, but I was never able to figure out what."

  "I don't know what you're talking about, Ionis," said Elocien, sounding weary.

  Ionis gazed at the Northwarden for a few more seconds, then snorted in disgust. "Of course you don't."

  He spun on his heel and vanished down the hallway.

  Elocien watched him go, then closed the door. "You can take it off again."

  Asha didn't respond for a moment. She'd been half-listening to the conversation, but there had been something else that was distracting her. Something she'd noticed when she'd put the Veil on the first time, but had been too flustered to pay it any attention.

  The Veil was drawing Essence from her. From her Reserve. It was only a thin stream of energy, but... it was definitely there.

  She closed her eyes, reaching out for Essence herself. There was nothing there… but the momentary disappointment faded as she considered the possibilities.

  The art of making Vessels had been lost hundreds of years ago, so very little was known about their operation. But if they could tap a Shadow’s Reserve….

  It meant that becoming a Shadow hadn't destroyed her Reserve, only blocked it off.

  It meant that, just maybe, Davian had been right. There could be a cure, a way to reverse it.

  Trembling, she released the Veil from her arm, allowing herself to fade back into view. Elocien looked at
her in concern as he saw the expression on her face.

  "What's wrong?"

  Asha hesitated, a dozen thoughts flashing through her mind at once.

  If this was true for all Vessels, and all Shadows, then the implications of what she'd discovered were enormous. Shadows lost their Mark, were not bound by the Tenets. They could use Vessels however they chose. Use the weapons. Perhaps not as effectively as the Gifted - most Shadows were Gifted who had failed their Trials, after all - but each one could still count for a hundred normal soldiers, if they could be convinced to defend the city.

  On the other hand, she trusted Elocien, but... he was the Northwarden. Was this something he would feel obliged to warn Administration about? Because given how much Administrators already feared the Shadraehin, and by extension all Shadows, she shuddered to think what the reaction might be to news such as this.

  Then she thought of the visions in the Journal, and she knew there wasn't really a choice. The Augurs had Seen the Blind inside the city. This wasn't information she could withhold.

  "I think... I'm fairly certain the Veil was drawing from my Reserve," she said, voice shaking a little.

  Elocien stared at her blankly for a few moments. "Your Reserve," he repeated.

  "I know how it sounds." Asha rubbed her forehead, staring at the torc in her hand. "But it's not my imagination."

  Elocien shook his head. "You must be mistaken. If Shadows could use Vessels, we would know about it."

  "Would we?" Asha looked him in the eye. "Shadows have only been around since the war, and given how we're treated... I cannot imagine many of us have even had the chance to see a Vessel, let alone touch one. We're mostly Gifted who failed our Trials, remember. I know the Shadows at the Tol wouldn't be allowed anywhere near Athian's Vessels. And Administration wouldn't let a Shadow anywhere near... anything." She shrugged. "And, let's be honest. I don't know many Shadows who would make the knowledge public, even if they did find out."

  Elocien stared at her for a few seconds, then tossed her something small that glinted as it spun through the air.

  "Prove it."

  Asha caught the object neatly and opened her hand, staring down at what she held. The silver ring from the storeroom. "Erran says this can punch a hole through a wall."

  "That was the first Vessel Erran ever tested, and he poured enough Essence into that thing to punch a hole through Ilin Tora," said Elocien dryly. "Just a trickle should be fine."

  Asha nodded, holding the ring out in front of her. She was about to close her eyes when Elocien coughed.

  "Even so, if you could please point it away from my head....."

  Asha gave him a crooked smile, adjusting so that she was facing Elocien's bookcase. She took a deep breath. Concentrated.

  At first there was nothing. Then... a connection. A sense of energy building up in the ring.

  She released it.

  Then she was flying backwards, crashing against the far wall hard enough to rattle her teeth as Elocien's carefully stacked shelves of books and documents exploded into a fluttering, chaotic mess of papers. Dazed, Asha accepted Elocien's help as she struggled to her feet, eyes wide.

  They both stood for a few moments, surveying the carnage.

  The point of impact on the bookcase had splintered the shelf, and there was a circular series of cracks in the stone where the blow had dinted the wall behind.

  "Fates," said Elocien. He looked at the wall, then Asha, then the wall again.

  "Fates," he repeated dazedly.

  They spent the next few minutes tidying the mess as best they could, silent until the worst of it was cleared, each lost in their own thoughts. Eventually Elocien sat, gesturing for Asha to do the same, and stared at her like a puzzle to be solved.

  "Assuming this applies to all Shadows, and not just you," he said quietly. "You're not bound by the Tenets?"

  Asha shook her head. "Not from what I can tell."

  Elocien rubbed his forehead. "I need time to think about this." He grimaced. "In the meantime, I need your word. You don't breathe a word of this - not to anyone. Not even to the Augurs. If this ever got out...." His frown deepened. "Panic. Overreaction, from Administration and probably from a lot of common folk too. Which ends badly for the Shadows. And then, any Shadows who manage to get hold of a Vessel....." He looked sick. "I know a lot of Shadows are good people, Asha, but a lot of them hate Administration for making them the way they are. Not sure I can blame them, either, but giving them weapons like that...."

  Asha nodded; she'd had time to process the implications now, and she knew that what the duke was saying was true. "You have my word," she assured him. "What about for defending against the Blind, though?"

  Elocien shook his head. "No. Not even for that." He held up a hand as Asha made to protest. "And regardless, the Shadows are disparate, disorganised, and have little allegiance to the city. Even if we sent word out, there's no way we could arrange them into any meaningful group."

  "There's one person who could." Asha raised an eyebrow. "Who already has."

  Elocien stared at her in pure disbelief.

  "After what they've done? After what they did to you?" He shook his head. "No. We're not there yet."

  "That wasn't him. And we know the Blind get inside the city -"

  "We believe they do," corrected Elocien. "But right now, we have an army of nine thousand good men standing in their way, not to mention the Shields at Fedris Idri. I'm worried, Asha, but not worried enough to give over some of the most powerful weapons ever created into the hands of murderers. Particularly ones who wouldn't hesitate to turn those weapons on us once the battle's over." He held up a hand as he saw Asha's face. "I'm not saying I won't consider it. But we're not there yet."

  Asha gave a reluctant nod, then offered the ring back to Elocien.

  The duke hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

  "Keep it," he said. "Just don't let Ionis see it." He paused. "And it probably goes without saying, but be very careful of Ionis if you come across him in your duties as Representative. He's a zealot - the worst kind. Give him the opportunity, and he'd wipe out every Gifted and Shadow in existence."

  Asha inclined her head. "I will be."

  They talked a little more after that, but before long Asha made her excuses and headed back towards her rooms. She wanted to be alone for a while, to gather her racing thoughts. To try and calmly determine what this all meant.

  She shook her head, still dazed as she made her way along the palace hallways, rolling the silver ring idly in her hand. Her Reserve was intact, just... blocked off, somehow. Could Davian have been right? Was it possible to somehow undo becoming a Shadow?

  Then she frowned, coming to a gradual halt as she realised something else. For the first time, Asha felt certain that Davian had actually spoken to her that day - had been there in the room with her. She knew that it hadn't been some kind of odd dream.

  Asha slipped the ring onto her finger, and walked on. She had a lot to think about.

  ***

  Erran looked up as Asha entered the Lockroom.

  "Quick thinking earlier," he said once she'd shut the door. "I gather Ionis wasn't too happy with Elocien?"

  Asha shook her head. "Decidedly unhappy." She sat opposite the Augur, silent for a moment. "Before he interrupted us -"

  "It's dangerous, Asha," interjected Erran, his expression serious. Their conversation from the storeroom had obviously been on his mind, too. "I couldn't guarantee your safety."

  Asha took a deep breath. If Davian was really alive, then Ilseth had lied to her - lied to everyone - about why she'd been made a Shadow. And there had to be a reason for that.

  "I don't care," she said quietly. "I want you to try and restore my memories." She set her features into a grim mask of determination and looked Erran in the eye, daring him to refuse her.

  "I want to remember what happened at Caladel."

  - Chapter 35 -

  Davian grinned as he walked around Mal
shash, watching the almost motionless man.

  A stone fell slowly from his hand where he’d dropped it, only a split second ago. Yet Davian had been watching it fall for at least a count of ten.

  They had spent the last few days working on this ability, one of the hardest to master according to Malshash, and one of the most relevant to Davian’s return through the rift. The mysterious Augur had been hesitant about using it here in Deilannis – he was worried what the implications might be, this close to the Jha’vett – but his determination that Davian learn the ability had won out.

  It had been frustrating at first; aside from trying to use Essence, Davian had never had so much trouble learning anything in his life. Even now, he sweated with the strain of concentration, letting time move all around him but letting it touch him as little as possible. It had been a difficult concept to explain for both Malshash and the authors of the books he’d read, and now Davian understood why. It was like trying to stand in a stream of water without getting wet.

  He leaned down, grabbing the stone in mid-air, allowing the time bubble – as he thought of it - to encapsulate it as well. That was important, otherwise the stone would in reality be moving at speeds its structure could not handle, and would likely disintegrate or melt. He moved a few paces away from Malshash and then relaxed, allowing time to crash back into him. It was momentarily disorienting, but he quickly recovered.

  Malshash blinked, then realised the stone had vanished from in front of him. He looked up at Davian, who opened his palm to display the smooth rock, grinning.

  Malshash smiled back. “Excellent, Davian.” The praise was genuine, but he seemed less enthusiastic today for some reason.

  Davian still had not been able to figure out the enigmatic stranger, who this morning wore the face of a handsome young man with jet-black hair, dark skin and deep, piercing eyes. At times Malshash seemed distant, like today; at others he seemed jovial, friendly. Mostly, though, Davian thought he seemed sad. Occasionally he would catch Malshash watching him train, and there would be such a look of pain on his face that it almost made him stop.