The Bonded: The Allseer Trilogy Book I

by Kaitlyn Rouhier

  Garild watched in silence, his mouth gaping open like a fish. He gave a visible shudder as blood welled to the surface where the instrument had pierced her skin, injecting it with that shadowy ink. As the man smeared away her blood, the ink spread with it. He looked faint.

  Kirheen watched as the man seated in front of Garild reached forward and tugged on his sleeve. He looked irritated. Seeing no response from Garild, he reached forward and tried to grab hold of him. Garild pulled back sharply, a look of horror on his face.

  “It really isn't that bad,” she said reassuringly. Despite her comment, she winced as the needle dove back into her wrist. “At least we only have to do it once.” She smiled at him sheepishly and he gave her a look that said how little he trusted her words. He gulped down his nervousness and let the man take his wrist.

  Kirheen watched him tense as the man gripped him, watched his eyes grow to the size of the moon as the needle was dipped and raised above his wrist. Whatever brave thoughts he'd had of surviving the experience left him in a rush of escaped breath as the needle touched his skin.

  His eyes rolled back and he slumped onto the ground. At first Kirheen was alarmed and then the man holding her wrist burst with laughter. He had passed out in front of the Council and in front of Nyson. Kirheen felt a wave of embarrassment knowing that this was the boy she'd been bound to and for better or worse, she was stuck with him.

  Chapter 2

  Garild awoke with a start, feeling disoriented as he looked around. The familiar wraith wood walls common to Sanctuary surrounded him, but the room itself he'd never seen. He vaguely remembered waking in the middle of the night, but he’d been too tired to investigate his surroundings. He tried to think back on what had happened at the Ritual and felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Oh, Allseer…” He’d passed out in front of the Council, in front of Kirheen and in front of the Union Master himself. He was a fool, sure to be laughed out of Sanctuary by the rest of the Bonded.

  The room was small and simply furnished. Two beds, one occupied by himself, took up most of the room. A small desk sat against the wall to his right beneath a large window allowing a pleasant view of the surrounding forest. Vibrant purple flowers filled a vase on the desk clouding the room with a scent he would have found agreeable if not for the dull throbbing in his temples.

  As he went to prop himself up, pain flashed across his wrist. At some point bandages had been wrapped loosely around his arm, probably to protect the symbol that had been poked into his skin. He had no desire to look at it. Doing so was likely to make him pass out again.

  Soft footsteps echoed outside the room and a moment later Kirheen pushed aside a blue curtain and entered. Her face was rigid but her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. He knew she was suppressing laughter and the realization made him angry. He didn't want to see anyone right now, especially the one person he'd been hoping to impress.

  “Finally decided to wake up, did you,” Kirheen questioned as she moved to the edge of the bed. “I hate to tell you, but those strange men got quite a laugh. Guess it's normally the girls that have that reaction.”

  Garild looked away from her, his face turning red with anger and embarrassment. He pulled his burning arm to his chest and nursed his wounded pride. “Good to know.”

  “Oh, Garild. I'm just messing with you. Don’t be angry.” Stepping closer she took a seat on the edge of the bed. “If you want to know the truth, it hurt pretty bad. Have you looked at it yet,” she questioned. “It looks pretty cool.”

  Garild shrugged. “I really don’t want to look at it.”

  “Stop it! Take a look!”

  Kirheen had removed the bandage from her wrist and held it out towards him. A dark color against the pale flesh of her wrist caught his attention. She hadn't been lying, it was interesting. A sun held the delicate crescent of the moon, stars dotting the surface around it.

  “It's nice,” he said, looking away quickly. Seeing the puffy red skin around the mark made his own wrist throb. “Where are we anyway?”

  “Once they finished up the symbol, we were brought here. It's… our new home. They’ve already gathered all of our things from the Temple of Growth. We won’t need to go back.”

  The temple was where they had been raised. Two long narrow buildings had served as their home throughout their childhood. It was where they had learned of the world, where they had learned of the struggle the Bonded faced, of the duties that were expected of them, of the powers they possessed that would one day be used to battle the Darkness.

  It was strange to think they'd never go back. All of the people they'd grown up with were going to be Bonded soon. The time for playing was done. Now was the time to become an adult, to face their responsibilities.

  Kirheen sighed, seemingly lost in the same thought he was. Her eyes shifted and she turned her attention back to him. “Our instructor is supposed to be coming by today.”

  “Oh? Do you know who it is?”

  Kirheen shook her head. “From what I've heard, it's supposed to be one of the Council members. Apparently most of them are also instructors.”

  “Not surprising. They are supposed to be the best of the best,” he said. He hadn't met many of the people on the Council. Just like the Union Master, they weren't often seen until one became Bonded.

  “Yes. Nothing like having someone here each and every day to help us learn about each other. I think having us share a room is going to take care of that just fine,” Kirheen grumbled. She rose from the bed and strode into the other room, leaving him to his thoughts.

  Garild winced at her words. He always had a hard time deciphering whether she was being serious or just sarcastic. She had always been an outspoken girl. Often he'd heard her openly challenge or question anything she deemed odd or interesting. She had no problem letting her thoughts be heard and he found himself envious of how easily she expressed herself.

  It had never been that easy for him. Bottling everything up seemed to be a much better alternative. It also made him well liked, something Kirheen didn't have the luxury of. Her attitude hadn't earned her many friends over the years.

  Although envious of her strength, a lot of her comments had a tendency to swing in his direction and she knew exactly how to hurt his feelings. It had never been a secret that she wasn't happy about being Bonded. He'd heard her rant more than once about the delicate nature of her thoughts and feelings and that an intrusion into her mind wasn't something she could tolerate. She'd vowed to keep her mind strong. If someone truly wanted in, they'd have to have the strength to break through those barriers. She'd been quick to assure him such a thing would never be possible.

  Despite her brashness, he couldn't have asked for anyone better to be Bonded with. He'd always liked Kirheen and felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He doubted she realized it or would even accept his feelings if she did. For now just getting to spend each day with her was enough, even if her comments made it perfectly clear he was a fool for enjoying it.

  Though he wished to remain in bed, his curiosity got the better of him and with a grunt he swung his legs onto the floor, favoring his wrist as he walked to the other room. It felt like he'd held his wrist to the sun. The skin was fiery and hot and he wondered how long it would feel that way. He pushed aside the blue curtain separating the rooms and stepped into a simple seating area. To his right were several cushioned wraith wood chairs forming a small semi-circle around a fireplace. It was empty now, the season still too warm for fires. The rest of the room was filled with a few large plants, and a couple light blue tapestries baring the symbol of the Allseer; a white eye with a jagged line through the center.

  Kirheen was sitting in one of the cushioned chairs next to the fire place, peering into an intricately carved table he'd failed to notice at first glance. As he approached, he realized the center had been carved out and filled with water. Two colorful fish were at its center, swimming lazy circles around each other. Plopping down in the chair next to Kirheen startled them
, sending them splashing away from each other. Kirheen looked up with a sigh, her chin cupped in her hands.

  “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. She shrugged, eyes wandering back to the fish. She was strangely quiet and he wondered just what was going on in that head of hers. He was about to ask when a knock at the front door cut him off. He rose quickly, crossing the expanse of the room in a few steps. He opened the door to see an older woman standing before him. She was tall and thin with dull gray hair pulled back into a meticulous bun. Her sharp green eyes regarded him over an upturned nose, her lips pulled into a tight line. He had to wonder if the woman had ever had a happy thought in her entire life.

  “H-hello,” Garild stammered, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of her gaze. “Can I help you?”

  “For starters, you could get out of the way. And in the future, not reenacting a certain fainting spell in front of the whole Council would be preferable.”

  Garild blushed, his cheeks turning as red as an apple. He stepped out of the way, allowing the old woman to enter. She surveyed the room, eyes slowly inspecting every surface as if she were committing it to memory. As her gaze fell on Kirheen, her face seemed to melt into a frown that told them she was more than a little disgusted to be in the same room. Kirheen caught on to the look and she stared back menacingly, one brow arched high, an expression that was quite common when she saw a challenge to be had. Their eyes locked and Garild felt a chill run through him.

  “And just who are you,” Kirheen spat, twisted around in her chair so she could see.

  “I could ask the same of you, but I find it unnecessary. You're ill manners speak for you, Kirheen. I was told my students would be a surprise. What an intriguing jest.”

  Kirheen huffed, a forced smile splaying across her face. “I’m glad you’ve heard of me. Saves me some effort.”

  “Still that flapping tongue of yours, girl. You may have earned a reputation around here, but it isn't one I respect. That is something you'd have to earn and right now, you're making a very poor case for yourself.”

  “My apologies,” Kirheen said sweetly.

  The woman ignored her. “Very well. Garild, go take a seat next to your companion.”

  He did as he was told, not wanting to test the woman's patience any further. He took his seat and watched as the woman passed around the chairs and tables to stand in front of them. He avoided eye contact, sinking back into his chair in hopes he would become less noticeable. He felt afraid to move, afraid to speak, as if a whisper might cause the room to explode.

  “I'm glad someone can follow instructions. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Herzin. So far, you've both been fortunate enough to have never stepped foot in my halls, but I'm sure you've heard stories. I am the Judge of Trials and now your instructor.”

  Garild felt himself drain of color. He'd heard about the Temple of Trials and none of it was good. For the Bonded that strayed from their given path, a trial was held to decide their punishment. Herzin alone held the keys to their fate and from what he had heard, her punishments wasn't always kind nor fair. He wasn't sure how much of it was truth and how much was grossly exaggerated, but the fact that she was now their instructor sent a chill of fear up his spine.

  “We'll try to avoid getting into any trouble. We wouldn't want to see more of you than we have to,” Kirheen snapped.

  Herzin regarded her the way one would a bug they'd just squashed under their heel. “The feeling is quite mutual, dear. Do pray you never end up in my hall. I think your already dour opinion of me would sour quite quickly. Shooting down your insults is entertaining and all, but we have work to do. I need to explain a few things to you and I need your full attention. I assume that won't be a problem?”

  Before Kirheen could shoot back with a remark, Garild spoke. “Of course,” he said quickly. “No problem at all.” Kirheen shot him an annoyed glance.

  “Good. Now, I'm going to ask you some questions to get a grasp of your knowledge. Answer to your full extent. It will dictate the training you receive from here on out. First off, I'd like to hear your opinion on something. Garild, tell me what you know of your bond. What does it mean to be Bonded?”

  All his life, he'd been told being Bonded was the greatest honor one could be given. To be granted such a connection with another was a beautiful and special thing, one to be cherished and respected. Deep within his heart, he truly believed that.

  He also knew that their bond was meant to strengthen their powers; to help them learn and guide each other until they would be strong enough to face the Darkness. Though he believed in his bond so strongly, he found it hard to put to words such feelings, especially with Kirheen sitting next to him. For him, their bond meant a lot and though she didn't feel the same, he hoped there would come a time when her feelings would change. As long as he didn't give up on her, he knew she'd come around eventually.

  “It's a great honor. It's the truest connection one can have with another person. It's quite a gift, being able to develop a connection so deep that you could know the heart and mind of another as well as you know your own. It is the best way to strengthen the powers we are blessed with.” He felt himself blushing as he spoke, the words revealing what he truly felt in his heart. That feeling was quickly dashed against the rocks as Kirheen rolled her eyes, obviously at odds with his feelings on the subject.

  “How very eloquent, Garild. It is a gift and one that should not be squandered.” At this, Herzin cast a glance at Kirheen. “And what of you, Kirheen? Care to tell me how you feel about this subject?”

  Kirheen sighed. “I don't believe it's a gift, so much as a curse. It allows our minds and hearts to be known by another, regardless of whether we desire such an intrusion. Using it to battle the Darkness is one thing, using our power to invade the minds of our friends is quite another.”

  “An...interesting perspective.”

  Garild felt his stomach drop. He really was a fool. “Kirheen, you can't really feel that way.”

  “And why not,” she snapped. “Should you be allowed access to my thoughts and my heart simply because you desire it, because it is expected of me?”

  He was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe she actually felt that way. Herzin spoke for him, calming the situation before it had a chance to escalate. “Strange that you two have been bound when you share such...different opinions on the matter. Perhaps you can find some common ground here. In ways, you are both right in your assessments. Our power, bestowed upon us by the Allseer, is a gift. To say otherwise is a slight against the Goddess herself, Kirheen. However, your bond, regardless of how you personally feel about it, is a means to an end. All of this training will lead you to one thing; battling the Darkness. But do tell me how you can expect to block out the power of the Darkness if you've never experienced the sensation? How would you know it was happening? You'd fall under that corruption without the training I am to provide you.”

  “There has to be others ways than this,” Kirheen said.

  “And we've tried them. This is the best method of strengthening your powers whether you like it or not. There is no argument to be had here. Either you learn to use your powers, or you spend the rest of your days toiling about and learning how to stitch.”

  Kirheen grumbled under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.

  “I know you've both heard of the Darkness. Garild, please enlighten us on what that is?”

  “The Darkness is a plague that swept through the lands beyond Sanctuary, destroying both the land and those that lived there, often turning them into violent husks. There used to be people like us but without the powers of the mind. They existed until the Darkness came and drove them all to madness. Only those blessed by the Allseer survived and fled North.”

  Herzin nodded. “Good. Do you have anything to add to that, Kirheen? What are your powers for?”

  “Our powers are used to cleanse the Darkness. Our goal is to push back the corruption and reclaim the world that
was taken from us.”

  “I hope speaking those words makes you realize the importance of our struggle, Kirheen. Without our powers, the Darkness would have taken this world long ago. You were both born with these powers and it is the only reason you survive. It is a heavy burden to bear, surely, but it is a responsibility that ensures our survival.”

  Kirheen sighed loudly, obviously bored by the history lesson. She had a tendency to disregard the dangers beyond their own bubble, believing it to be an exaggeration, something to spur them on the path of learning their powers. He wondered if the Darkness frightened her at all, or if it really was just the thought of having another in her mind that scared her so.

  “You can be bored of this if you want to, but you can either grow to fight the Darkness or you can become a testament to failure and spend the rest of your days aiding those that were more dedicated to the cause.”

  Something switched in Kirheen and a coldness seemed to grow in her stormy eyes. She locked her gaze onto her instructor. “I'll never be just a failure.”

  Herzin smirked. “Then you better stop acting like one.”

  Chapter 3

  The first night in their new home left Kirheen feeling bitter. She listened to the gentle breathing of Garild across from her and wished she were anywhere but in her bed, stuck within Sanctuary. It wasn't possible, she knew that, but it didn't stop her from thinking it. If she hadn't felt completely trapped before, she certainly did now.

  Their instructor hadn't helped matters. The Judge of Trials, feared by all, was a bumbling old woman with a chip on her shoulder. Kirheen didn't like her. There was something about the woman that felt wrong. She wasn't looking forward to spending her days training with her.

  Morning came and they were delivered a meal of bread and dried meat. It was tasteless stuff, but Kirheen was used to that. Until the rest of the Bondless went through their Ritual, all meals were confined to their home.