Seon's Freedom

by Lisa Daniels

  Sigmund’s face colored. He slapped Seon about the cheek. “You're the lippy one, aren't you? Well, we'll find out what you have soon enough. Don't think I want you to die before you've revealed it. My friends here will love getting the information out of you.”

  Seon held her tongue to bite back any more remarks she would soon regret. Her neck muscles stretched tight from the effort. Her jaw clenched.

  Edith, normally bitchy and arrogant, looked close to tears. Bruises welled on her face from whatever she had endured earlier, and she shivered in the cold despite being near the flames.

  “Soon all the rats will be gone,” one of the wyrms declared. “They've been scurrying around the north for too long, thinking they're safe up here. Thinking they can escape from a wyrm.” He smirked, displaying yellow, sharp teeth. He stroked the sword belted at his side. Seon already suspected that the wyrms didn’t want to morph into their dragon forms because in the snows, on such treacherous landscape, those forms proved more dangerous than useful. However, nothing would stop them here. They had plenty of space. They didn't need weapons.

  “To think drakes would stoop so low.” Sigmund now stared at Artiz. Hatred crinkled in his expression. “You have no shame or regard for our kind. We should be united against this filth. Not pandering to them.” He spat at Edith’s feet. She whimpered.

  Again, Seon felt the press of Isera’s cold soul. It was a distraction, really, but Seon needed it. She didn't want her thoughts to stay here, where her tongue might slip up. The unconscious woman seemed less guarded when asleep. That aura around her pulsed stronger. Not sure what use this held, Seon closed her eyes anyway. The wyrms continued to mock them, to call them pathetic and weak. They laughed amongst themselves, optimistic at the work done. Confident that soon the school would fall.

  She listened also to Artiz's heavy breathing on the side.

  I'm sorry, Artiz. I don't mean to worry you so much. Yes, she was stupid, really. The thought sank her down. I just wanted to care about someone. And I didn't want to lose the one who cared about me.

  Seon once again focused on her friend. Now that Seon understood Isera’s soul better, she accessed it faster. The hot burn of vengeance writhed in Isera’s soul. Even unconscious, Isera longed to break free of her bindings and set fire to every one of the wyrms there, even if she didn’t have the power to do so. Her thoughts kept cycling through memories of the estate she worked in, the mines she had experienced on brief moments.

  I hate them. I hate them. The dark song pulsed in Isera’s heart. Such awareness. Her mind was already waking.

  For a moment, Seon felt nothing but pity there. Nothing but sorrow. Her friend was damaged on the inside. Damaged to the point that revealing the extent of it would bring her crashing down. Seon longed to do something, to fix it… but now wasn’t the time or place. Seon moved her attention away from Isera, and continued browsing through the other objects she could hear. The other souls she could touch.

  The fire was one, trying to spread its warmth to the living creatures around it. The burning logs, happy to sacrifice themselves, knowing they would become part of the ground and feed their brethren. They liked providing life to those who sat around them. The frozen ground, angry at those who stomped across it, wanted to lure them all to an icy death. The trees, frightened of the flames, shrank away from danger, subtly leaning backwards.

  Presently, another foreign substance touched upon Seon’s mind. Another soul. Dark and rotten and twisted. A wyrm soul, corrupted by something – something that hummed the same message of hate in it. Revulsion formed in her throat.

  Kill humans. Loathe humans. The pulse of hatred throbbed like a rotten heart. The more she danced around this soul, the more she realized it was broken. That hate had something trapped about it, somehow. She didn’t understand how or why – but she knew something big was missing from the wyrm’s soul. Something that distorted the thoughts of the creature, and made it incapable of understanding that humans were not merely beasts to be put down.

  The revelation startled her. These souls in their own way were condemned, twisted beyond comprehension.

  Honestly, Seon had always found it odd how wyrms so relentlessly hated. Even with humans, you had ones that hated and ones that cared. Same with drakes. Not everyone was good or bad, but a fine mix of both. Sometimes one side might overpower the other. But with wyrms, no matter who they were, they loathed humanity with an undying passion.

  All the wyrm souls sounded broken, when Seon cycled through them, using her new awareness to touch upon what she sensed. Twenty-four wyrms, humming that same tainted melody. Marred, beyond redemption.

  Then, as an afterthought, she examined Sigmund’s. If the wyrms felt like this, then what about Sigmund? Had he, too, been taken? Was that why he acted like this?

  Sigmund’s soul appeared intact. Just opportunistic. He saw a way to elevate himself in society and took it. It disgusted her to touch upon such a dirty mind. He happily turned in fellow students for personal gain. A magic user, blessed with something so rare, so powerful, and he didn’t give a shit about anyone. Not even the woman he was supposed to be friends with, lovers with – Edith. He had used that poor wretch as surely as he used the school.

  Conversation continued between the wyrms, who had by now settled back into their grumbles of the cold, of having to sit around and wait for orders, and why couldn't they just rip into their prizes already. Seon drowned out the voices. She would serve no use in the real world. Maybe she could find use in the souls she felt, pressing against the edge of her awareness. She didn’t know exactly what benefits would rise out of sensing the states of those around her, however. Only that doing something was better than nothing.

  She connected faster with the wyrm souls now. Soon, she felt all of them interlinked with her like a dark spider web, trembling in the breeze. She also took in Sigmund’s, wrapping them all together without anyone realizing. Except, a few of them slipped into silence.

  “Is it just me, or has it gotten colder?” one wyrm said. A few others agreed, and one went to toss an extra few logs onto the fire, intending to make it bigger.

  Maybe they all suffered that chill across their bodies, as if someone had walked over their graves. They continued to complain, even as Seon held them all tangled up. Excitement pulsed within her.

  I wonder what this means, that I can do this? None of the souls begged to find their way home. They didn't claw at her desperately, wishing for her to end their suffering. But what if she could do that anyway? What if she conjured up that door again, and looked to see if they went through willingly?

  May as well try. She double-checked that she had all the wyrm souls, and Sigmund's.

  Her blood hammering, and palms sweating in the cold, Seon envisioned the door. The ornamental arch, the reinforced iron. The way it creaked open, revealing the glimmer of light within. She imagined a cozy warmth emanating from the door, like the fire that crackled nearby.

  Now what? She gently tugged at the souls. They contracted, now gripping her, when they didn't before. Come on. Go here. It’s a nicer place than where you are.

  The souls clung viciously onto Seon, straining not to get sucked into the doorway. She heard some of them wailing, thrashing like fish in her grip. They really didn't want to go. Harder to make a soul go through something if it wanted nothing more than to stay untouched. Finally, in a fit of exasperation, Seon threw them one by one through the door, mentally straining with each corrupted soul. Screams rang in her ears, and they all seemed to scratch at her, cursing and spitting. The strongest soul was Artiz's, however. The scream that came from it was indignant, born out of her audacity of taking a complete soul and shoving it through the door before its time.

  Some of the scratch marks from the souls appeared in real life, forming narrow red trails on Seon's arms and face. Artiz strained to reach her when he saw this happen.

  “Seon!” His whisper came sharp, like the cold that flooded the air around them. “What's happe
ning? What's going on? Please tell me. Please answer.”

  Lungs heaving, Seon took a firmer grip on the last soul and bundled it through the door at last. Another scratch sliced across her thumb.

  She shut the door and slumped in her ropes, exhausted. Every limb in her body weighed her down.

  “Seon. Seon!”

  Her mind felt lethargic, struggling to focus. Her eyelids were practically glued shut as everything spun. “Mmm... okay...”

  “That doesn't sound okay. What happened? Why are you bleeding?”

  She waited a few moments to recover, then opened her eyes and looked up.

  All the wyrms and Sigmund had stopped talking. They all stood or sat eerily still, unmoving. Isera blinked awake next to Seon at last, and she rubbed her head, a storm brewing in her eyes.

  Seon’s heart started hammering faster. They weren't moving. As if none of them had souls left in their body. Or, well, anything left at all.

  It worked? One way to find out. “Hello?” She cleared her throat, because her word came out high-pitched and weak. “Hello?”

  Now the other prisoners began to notice. “What's going on?” Artiz stared at the prisoners, and then at the blood seeping from Seon's arms. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

  “Why are they acting so weird?” Isera said, after the wyrms showed no signs of responding. They lay as still as statues.

  “Um…” Seon said. “It might… have been me.”

  Artiz’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? Explain. Now.”

  Seon licked her lips nervously, before issuing the explanation of what she did. How she got a grip on each of their souls and encouraged them to go through the door. Just like how she did with the girl with the locket. She also explained their reluctance, especially with Sigmund. Edith let out a little gasp when she mentioned the battle that happened, ending up with these scratches on her body.

  When she had finished, and confirmed her power to the others who had been clueless of it, they all stared at her. Frightened. Awed.

  “What the fuck,” Artiz whispered. “You just ejected their souls like that?” His jaw hung open slightly.

  Seon nodded. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

  “Neither did I.”

  Isera blinked. “That’s your power? Taking people’s souls? Because that's a scary power. And way cooler than mine.”

  “Not really.” Seon gave a half shrug. “It’s supposed to be that I help the souls find their way home. Like the diseased souls which are like invisible marbles or something.” The prisoners sat silent for a moment, baffled. Seon doubted her explanation made any sense. She really needed Zannis to come along and explain things better.

  “Well,” Artiz said, still staring at Seon as though she had suddenly sprouted two extra heads, “assuming we have all our marbles here, I guess we better try freeing ourselves.”

  No one wanted to move just yet, though. In case one of the wyrms was faking it.

  Eventually, though she got a few nervous glances from the other teachers, they started working on getting themselves free. Kalgrin even came to help. He spotted the fire from afar and circled around in drake form, before realizing that everyone was safe. The miniature invasion had been handled by Seon.

  Somehow.

  Chapter Eight

  Back in the school, at first, everyone cheered when they found out that everyone had returned safely. Everyone, except for a missing Sigmund and a distraught Edith.

  When it became clear what had happened to the wyrms and Sigmund, the change became almost immediate. Hushed whispers. Stares where Seon walked. She spent an hour recovering in the sick bay, with an elderly man healing her wounds. When she left, she noticed that everyone gave Seon a wide berth. She’d turned from a mild attraction for the other students to something terrifying and unknown, now that people understood she’d taken out twenty-five people by herself.

  It turned her into a deadly weapon, and the teachers bowed to her if they passed.

  Seon didn’t know what to make of the new attitudes towards her.

  Artiz, however, acted proud. He apologized for his doubt to her, apologized for treating her like she couldn't do anything.

  She didn't blame him. What she did had been stupid and suicidal.

  He showed a little more of that pride towards her when he slipped through her door later on that evening, after the whole school had heard Graff congratulate Seon and Isera. There was a little admonishing on their part as well, since they shouldn't have gone out without permission. So although things turned out for the best, Graff used the opportunity to gently remind people to not break their orders in the future.

  Now in bed, Seon faced Artiz with a smirk.

  He cradled her face in his palms and planted a kiss upon her lips. “Looks like you might turn out to be a regular world saver, huh?”

  “I had no idea I could do that.” Seon smiled proudly. “But I bet you're glad I did.”

  “Don't get me wrong, I am. But I still think you shouldn't have risked it. What if that wyrm had chosen to kill you instantly? What if you froze to death wandering in the darkness? You took far too many risks, and there wasn't that much of a chance you'd find us in the first place.”

  Now that Artiz said these things, Seon wondered if somehow she had been guided. Maybe she sensed the souls all clustered together, somehow, and headed straight to them. Maybe she knew where they were all along.

  I did feel somewhere like I knew where I was going. She decided not to mention that to him just yet. They only just grasped at the edges of the power she held in her soul.

  “I'm sorry. I know. I am too reckless. I didn't really think it through. I just... I didn't want to sit around and do nothing. To wait like a coward in the school as wyrms converged around us, starving everyone out. You were gone too long. Someone had to do something.”

  Artiz examined her expression for a moment, before finally nodding. “I understand. I don't like it, but I understand. And thank you for looking for me. Thank you.”

  They went slow and sensuous this time, wanting to linger in one another’s embrace. Wanting to take the time to get to know one another’s bodies better, and enhance the experience. Relief emanated from being able to touch one another again. From both being alive, instead of dead.

  She felt how much he cared in the way he kissed her lips, tender and warm. They brushed against her, as soft as a butterfly's wings. Her heart swelled at the delicate, caring embrace.

  Seon sought more of Artiz’s bare flesh, slipping her hands into the robes and brushing over his back. She marveled at the way his muscles bunched up there and shivered in anticipation of her touch. She enjoyed running her fingers and blunt nails along his spine. His breath shuddered by her ear. She let out a loud moan as Artiz nibbled at her lobe, scratching along her robes with clawed fingers until he slid them off.

  They stayed standing and naked for a few moments, taking the time to caress one another's bodies. Both feeling the way their muscles rippled, and listening to breaths quicken.

  She wanted to give Artiz more satisfaction than just the easy caress of her body. She drew back from his lips with a salacious grin.

  Seon then dropped to her knees. Artiz's eyes widened when she stroked his thighs, before kissing along the length of his erection. She massaged his balls, giving him sultry, burning gazes, loving the way his gray eyes hazed over. Loving the connection that surged between their souls in a lick of energy, like lightning and fire at the same time.

  He let out a grunt as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his manhood. She liked the power this position gave her, knowing his vulnerable part lay in her mouth, knowing that she could bring extreme pain to him, or extreme pleasure. It fired up the joy inside her, and she focused on moving her head back and forth.

  He's mine, she thought. And I'm his.

  Just before he came close to climaxing, she felt him quivering. He attempted to stop her, but she relentlessly ploughed on until he erupted in her
mouth. She swallowed with a grin, secretly glad that his semen happened to be tasteless, and he groaned.

  “Skies!” Artiz continued to take huge, gasping breaths, staring at her with glazed eyes. He only took a moment to recover. With a growl, he picked her up and flung her on the bed, before kneeling on the floor, yanking her legs over his shoulders.

  “How about I give you the same treatment?” His voice came out as a rumbling purr, sending jolts of energy into Seon's lower body. All her senses focused on Artiz and what he intended to do to her down there.

  He buried his face into her throbbing core. His tongue ran along her slit, and his lips closed on her nub. It took him a short while to get the correct motion upon her nub, but when he did, it sent her into shivering ecstasy. She whimpered, moaned, and writhed on the sheets, taking in the aroused scent of them both. Taking in his sweat and winter-snow aroma. Strong impulses of lust emitted from her core. It was so easy to drown herself in sensation. To forget everything else. To become the recipient of pleasure.

  Artiz had that way of taking her mind to somewhere far away, of fulfilling the emptiness in her soul. Part of her still didn’t want to trust anyone and thought she was better off alone. The other part went fuck it and went to invite Artiz into her life.

  Easy to forget all her principles with Artiz doing such expert work with his tongue. With his words sending blissful vibrations through her. The orgasm built up in her as if blocked behind a dam. When it released itself, it undulated through her blood, sending a drowning wave of warmth that sank her bones and muscles into the bed.

  It pulled her body down and sent her mind high, drifting as if lost in the clouds. Her thighs continued to twitch as Artiz prolonged his work on her nub, not stopping yet. The sensations merged into one another and Seon let out a whimpering cry. The orgasm seemed to roll straight into another one, and her toes curled.