Warrior Blind

by Calle J. Brookes

  He looked at her and grinned. “We move around a lot. My people number close to fifteen hundred.”

  “Which Adrastos are you?”

  “Marcos, second son.”

  “Yes, you certainly are.” The woman stood and passed the babe in her arms to the big blue demon. She stepped off the dais and walked toward him. He studied her. She was taller than most Dardaptoan females. Her hair was chestnut, much like his own.

  The hasha around her waist was turquoise—and not black banded. He was related to her, then. And with her dressed in white, probably quite closely. That only left a handful of possibilities. Adrastos lines did not often spawn a female.

  And the sword she wore at her side was very familiar to him. He held out his hands in a typical familial greeting. “Little sister. You’ve changed much. What has it been, four hundred years?”

  “Give or take. Hello, Marcos. I pray you’ve fared well these last centuries?”

  “It looks as if you have.” He had not seen his little sister—the only one he’d ever met—since he’d accompanied her and their parents to a wild Colorado town four hundred and two years ago. He’d only met her once before that day, as well.

  Had he not been such a screw up back then, he’d have kept the girl with him, instead of dumping her off on their elder brother. Whom she had never met.

  “I have indeed. Aodhan, as well.”

  “How is big brother?”

  “You can ask him yourself. He’ll be joining us shortly. He went to help with the relocations of some Asian peoples.”

  “And the babe there? Niece or nephew?”

  “Thas. He is almost four months old. Tell me, your Rajni?”

  “Still free of me. Somewhere.”

  “It is our family’s fate to wait long for our mates.” She looked over her shoulder. The big blue beast stood and walked toward them. He put a hand on Aureliana’s shoulder and she leaned into him. “We’ve been together a short while ourselves. Ren, this is my second brother Marcos. Marc, this is my Rajni, and brother of the king, Renakletos. And our son, of course. Our daughter plays with the other children in the nursery. You can meet her later. And Aodhan’s Rajni waits inside. She is feeling a bit unwell this day.”

  He bowed to the blue demon, a Warrior. A warrior demon brother-in-law. He hadn’t expected that. “So have Mummy and Daddy relocated yet? Heard they are headed this way soon.”

  A small flicker of emotion hit his sister’s eyes. “I believe that is one of the tribes who will be coming this way. Nalik has gone to bring them here.”

  “Black?” A mean son-of-a-bitch cousin of theirs, Nalik Black had been an heir of their grandfather’s—their mother’s father—long before Marcos had been birthed. He’d abdicated at the same time as Aodhan and some of the other sons of the dhars of South America. Their leaving had spurred several inharmonious years amongst the South American tribes.

  Each blamed the others for the loss of their royal sons. His father and grandfather had been the loudest of the lot. It had been embarrassing in a way. His brother and cousin and the others needed to make their own paths, and after the way they’d been treated as children, he couldn’t blame them.

  He’d left as soon as he couldn’t stomach it himself.

  “Yes. Nalik.”

  “Bet the old bastard is going to love that. He and Nalik aren’t exactly nice-y-nice.”

  “I believe Nalik knows this. Come. Meet my brother-in-law, then we can get you and your people settled comfortably.”

  “We’d prefer the outskirts of a city. We’re not exactly housebroken.” They were mostly unmated males, and a few mated pairs. And less than two hundred children.

  “There’s a lot like that. We have Lupoiux, as well. They are definitely not housebroken.”

  “I heard that, dear girl,” the Wolf god said it on a growl. His sister didn’t so much as flinch. She showed no fear of the god. Interesting.

  Something about the girl he once knew was far different than he remembered.

  He didn’t love his sister, he hadn’t known her long enough for that, but he couldn’t deny that the bond of family tied them together. They were Dardaptoan, after all, and the Dardaptoan people prized family above all else.

  That his family was fucked up was just bad luck on his part.

  He wasn’t looking forward to seeing his father again. Or his older brother, for that matter.

  Chapter 3

  THE guy in front of her was huge and frightening and Lana wanted to flinch away from him. He was so much like her brother, even dressed in the same white of royalty.

  But where her brother’s hasha would have been dark brown, this man’s was brilliant turquoise.

  She was unfamiliar with his family line. And he spoke with an American accent. “I do not know where we should go. And we do not have any preference.” Except to be where her brother wasn’t. But she had not told this warrior that—he was a male, and an older one, he would be bound to return her and her people back to the tribe to which they originated. “We just ask for safety.”

  He reached out a hand and grabbed her chin. Lana tried not to flinch. Big men with big hands were dangerous. She knew that well. “Tell me the truth of your ancestry, and why you wear no hasha. Why you and your people are living like animals in this forsaken place. Answers.”

  “My people have no hasha. We choose not to align ourselves with any House.”

  “Yet you come from one. And recently. For though your clothing is dull and stained, it is still white. Unless you chose that color for its aesthetic purposes?” The look he shot at her vestis and pardus had her feeling both pride and shame. And had her knowing that he knew. “I give you the vow of the goddess, Dahn of whatever House you are, that you will be safe in these new worlds. From whatever the threat. I promise you this, for both the goddess and myself. I will see no female or child harmed by another.”

  “Even my brother?” She whispered the question before she even realized. His hold on her chin tightened slightly. She pulled in a deep breath. It was now or never, wasn’t it? He’d been sent by the goddess to get the tribes roaming Russia. He’d said so himself; if she was to comply with the goddess’s wishes she would have to trust this man. “My brother is the Dhar of the Amyenka House. The most evil and despised in all of Russia.”

  His surprise was evident. He had heard of her brother then? Most had. “He has a reputation for being harsh. But I did not know he was evil and despised.”

  Was he doubting her? She met his gaze with her own. “I have seen such evidence with my own eyes. My brother has murdered many of our people, our dependents in many cases, and were he to find me, I would be dead within a week. He has made such a vow.”

  “I see.”

  Did he believe her? Lana pulled back from the big warrior. She turned and lifted the back of her vestis. The male cursed. She knew what he saw.

  No Dardaptoan scarred unless it was a grievous injury.

  “My brother has marked me for death, and with his skills in sorcery, it is only a matter of time before he makes good on his threat. The people who travel with me are cursed as well by his words. Even the smallest babe.”

  “How many are in your House, this House that you lead?”

  “Around three hundred ten. Eleven if you count me. Most are females and their children.”

  “You have widows?”

  “No. I have victims of my brother and his friends. They have made them unwilling concubines who have birthed their bastards. And I have a handful of displaced warriors who do their best to protect us all.”

  His anger was formidable and had her backing away. Finally, he pulled in a deep breath. “I give you this vow, that no member of this House, will ever face such again. I know the scars it can leave upon a soul. And you will journey with me to the demon world, and I will speak with the goddess personally about giving your brother the justice he deserves.”

  “You would do that? You are a male warrior, are you not? Why would you care fo
r a bunch of whores and bastards and escaped slaves?” Males saw females as little more than offal, did they not? Hadn’t that been the Dardaptoan way for centuries? “I do not understand.”

  “A woman should never be treated thusly. Never. Gather your people. We needst get to the demon world before your brother. I do not wish him gaining entrance to the world where my own Rajni and sister wait.”

  She didn’t know why, but she trusted that he meant it.

  Some of the fear lifted from her heart—not all, but enough that she felt she almost breathe again. “We are ready. We have no real belongings, just each other.”

  “Then we shall go.”

  Chapter 4

  SHE’D never traveled by portkey, and Lana was terrified. But her people looked to her to enter first. So she did. The warrior Aodhan had traveled with two men, who had waited outside her camp. She hadn’t known they were there, but she knew the sentries would have. One male was blind; the other wore the blue of Dardaptoan healers. He’d inspected her people quickly, with a compassion that she knew her people hadn’t expected. Even the healers in her brother’s tribe had hated those who traveled with Lana.

  The healer went through the portkey at the same time as Lana, carrying young Hial. The girl was barely twenty-five, and had been greatly injured by Lana’s brother when she had refused his advances. Her brother had left Hial to bleed to death in the center of their village. Hial had yet to recover fully, and Lana had almost died in the escape.

  Lana held on to the back of the healer’s vestis until the ether around them cleared.

  The world they’d entered was a weird mix of blue and gray, but the moon above was at least the same one in her own world.

  “Here, we must step out of the way. Aodhan will close the key when everyone is through.” The healer looked at her for a moment, his eyes wise and compassionate. “I am Barlaam, by the way. Of the Dardanos line. I am the Second Healer for all of our people. I will see to it that your people have the medical care that they need. Starting with young Hial here.”

  Hial hadn’t spoken—she hadn’t had the ability to speak since she had been tortured—but she clung to the big man and nodded her thanks.

  “I do not know how we can pay you.” Lana would be upfront about it. But her people also would not take charity from anyone. Charity meant you ended up in debt you could never recover from.

  That was a lesson they had all learned quite well.

  More of her people were coming through, ten women and children accompanied by one warrior each time. The warriors who stayed with Lana’s people would always have her loyalty—they had sacrificed so much when they saw her women and children running away that night. The band, a squadron of fifty unmated fighters, had caught her handmaid and the rest of her group as they were limping away from her brother’s village. Loreane, her handmaid, had begged and pleaded with the leaders to let at least the females with children go.

  Instead, they’d accompanied all of them, and kept them safe, when they did not have to. Lana would never forget that.

  They had left behind their parents and siblings and friends when their leaders had put the question to them. But they had followed their honor.

  Only two fighters had had mates amongst her women, but for those two males she knew they hadn’t regretted it. She just hoped the others hadn’t, either. But she had also known she would not have been able to hold their loyalty too much longer. The food had grown so scarce, the resources they shared so pitiful. And her brother continued to hunt for them all.

  No one defied him and lived. No one.

  The healer put a hand on Lana’s cheek and she fought not to shrink back. “Dahn Amyenka, no charge will be made by my healers. That is not the Dardaptoan way. We are to help our own. That is the goddess’s way, so it is ours.”

  “Not where we come from.”

  “Then that should change as of now.” He shifted Hial and pointed to the east. “Look, there is the demon castle. It is quite beautiful. My female awaits us there. Hopefully she has not bedeviled anyone while I was gone.”

  He smiled when he spoke of his mate. “How would she do that?”

  “Jade is of curious spirit, and sometimes meddles in things she probably shouldn’t. She was once human, and is very young, younger even than Hial here, I’d wager. I am far too old for her.”

  “A human? How is that even possible?” Lana had never heard of that happening. How could it? Weren’t humans just food? Her brother kept stables full of humans, bred for the purpose, just as a food supply. When he was done with them, he gave the females to his friends, and killed the males. It was horrible how he’d treated those slaves.

  Lana and her people fed from each other. It wasn’t ideal, but one of the rules of her small tribe was that they leave the humans alone. Period.

  “We’re not sure. But there are several human/Dardaptoan pairs in my line. My brother and his female. Aodhan’s female, as well. There is even a Dardaptoan and demon pair.”

  Why was he telling her this? It took her a moment to realize he was distracting her. He’d sensed her fear and he’d wanted to help her through it.

  His kindness humbled her.

  “Where will my people live?”

  The big warrior was finally through, accompanying Pleius, the leader of the warriors who’d helped her years ago, and he sealed the port key. The big warrior heard her question. “I think it best, until your brother is resolved, that you and your people stay within the castle walls. There may be some room sharing amongst your people, but it will be safest that way.”

  “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about it; inside a castle meant inside a stone trap. Her brother hadn’t had a castle, but a town seat. A big stone building where she had been kept a prisoner for most of her life, since the death of her parents when she’d been a girl. “We are used to doubling or even tripling up, plus the children. We have only had homes the last two years, before that we slept under the sky.”

  “In Russia’s winters?” The healer’s surprise was heard in his tone. Lana understood it.

  “We lost none. We had several fires. And our warriors found shelter for us in the caves when necessary.” Lana took her people’s safety very seriously.

  “You have no healer amongst your people?”

  “Just myself, though I am untrained, and relatively unskilled.” Her mother had wanted to have her trained, but when her parents were killed that hope had been lost.

  “You are free to seek training from my office if you wish it.”

  “Thank you. But… right now I just want to see my people safe and settled.”

  “And that is what shall happen. Come. It gets darker here than Russia. Let’s get the children inside. There will most likely be a feast today. There are many tribes joining us this day, and the goddess wishes to greet all with celebration.”

  She shivered. “My brother?”

  “Was not one of the tribes sought today. I believe he is on the list for tomorrow.”

  “How many?”

  “Our people total nearly 270,000, spread between forty-four tribes. We had many tribes splinter or fracture in the last five hundred years. We are now searching the most remote ones out now. The ten major tribes have already chosen their destinations.”

  “Why are they moving off of Gaia? What is truly happening?”

  The big warrior—Aodhan—looked directly at her. “A war of realms is coming…”

  Coming Christmas 2014

  Nelciana in

  Balance of the Worlds

  NELCIANA stared at the god before her. He was serious. “You are insane!”

  “No, that is the one thing I am not.” He answered with his customary seriousness. “Because Eiophon fathered twins, we need to offset the shift in power with another set of twins.”

  “And you think I should be the mother.”

  “You’re the only one who can be.” Lothonos continued in the same infuriatingly logical tone. “You and Kennera were the o
nly ones with the necessary qualifications to be the carriers at this time.”

  “And Eiophon ruined that, didn’t he?” Nelciana rubbed her arms to ward off the sudden chill. “Bet your first choice was Nera, wasn’t it? But now you’re stuck with your second choice. Too bad for you.”

  “None of this is my choice, but it has to be done. We cannot have only two Kinds rebirthed, it must be four. And the babes must be from mothers with the right qualifications.”

  Nelci snorted. “You mean virginity. Let’s be honest here, the reason you haven’t approached Iastucia or one of the other goddesses is because their knees are like freaking revolving doors. Open for any male who go near them. Nera and I were the only ones who had a few morals. And since the Lupoiux mated Nera, you get me. Lucky me.”

  “Be that as it may…it has to be done. And soon, if the babes are to be born this cycle.”

  “And if they’re not? What happens then?”

  “The four corners of Gaia will refracture and the landmasses we now have will be irrevocably damaged. I do not know what will happen to the various Kinds, or the humans. My powers cannot predict that kind of chaos.”

  She stared at him a moment. She had known he was serious—the god of Logic and Reason always was—but he was predicting what amounted to the end of the world. “You’re kidding!”

  “No. I would not joke about something of this magnitude. So you see, whether we are happy with the situation or not, we must heed the warning signs.”

  “This is not what I want. I suggest you find another solution.” Nelci paced around the chamber where she spent most of her time watching her people or studying her art as a Witch. As the goddess of her Kind, she was responsible for the knowledge and magic her peoples possessed. “What of the babes? What would become of them?”

  “I do not understand what you are asking.” He stepped to the left, blocking her pass. “The babes will be born, they will live. They will be deity, as we are. As will Kennera and Eiophon’s twins. They will live and play together.”