The Black Mage: Candidate

by Rachel E. Carter

  “What are you doing here?” My brother’s cough was labored.

  “What do you mean?” My fists clung to the iron rods. “I came here to convince you to turn them in.”

  Derrick said nothing.

  “DERRICK!” My arms rattled the bars. “YOU HAVE TO TURN THEM IN!”

  “I’m not telling the Crown anything.” His voice was empty, toneless. “You know this, Ryiah.”

  “How can you say that?” My hands hurt from how hard I was gripping the steel. “They are going to have you killed, Derrick!” Tears were stinging my eyes as I fell to the ground outside his cell. “You have to tell.”

  “If I have to die, at least it won’t be their blood on my hands.”

  “Their blood? What about Alex? Our parents? What about me, Derrick?” My voice raised wildly. “Do we mean nothing to you?”

  “I would give my life just to keep the four of you safe.” He raised his gaze to mine, and his fists were clenched tight. “Just as I would for that of my comrades.”

  “WHY?” My voice boomed across the chamber, and I didn’t care if Darren and Mira heard me. “WHY WOULD YOU PROTECT A GROUP OF TRAITORS? SELLING OUR COUNTRY’S SECRETS TO A CALTOTHIAN KING?”

  “Ryiah—”

  “You lied to me!” My fingers dug into the hard metal bars. I inhaled sharply and the stench burned at my lungs. I made myself lower my voice so it didn’t carry across. “About everything. You were never even looking for proof, were you? You just told me what you thought I needed to hear—”

  He shifted his leg, and I could see how hard he was fighting to keep the pain at bay. “I wasn’t lying. King Lucius—”

  “You are still lying to me now!” I bit back a scream. “And you know what is worse? I don’t even care! I begged Blayne to spare your life, Derrick, because you are my brother and I love you.” The bars groaned as I shook them again and again. “I can’t lose you. I need you to beg the king’s forgiveness and tell him everything!”

  “That man isn’t my king.” My brother’s words were bitter.

  “They will torture you, Derrick. And then they will kill you. They will do it in the worst way, Derrick, because you are a traitor!”

  “Many great men have died the same.”

  “You are a bloody pawn!” I shrieked.

  “And you are a bloody fool!” he spat. “I wasn’t lying! Everything I said was true!” He lowered his voice to an angry hiss. “I was searching for proof. I may have neglected to tell you the part about getting the lists for Nyx, but that was only because I knew you would try to stop me!”

  “I don’t care. I don’t care. I DON’T CARE!” My fists were beating against the metal, jagged ridges drawing blood. I lowered my voice to a snarl. “You are going to tell them EVERYTHING.” My eyes flashed steel. “Or I will.”

  “No, you won’t.” My brother’s gaze matched my own. Impenetrable walls of stone.

  “Yes, I—”

  “Would you give up your life in the palace?” His words hit my chest like a thick slab of ice. “Would you give up your prince? Would you willingly sacrifice Ian? And Ray? And all those lives in the north?” His laugh was cold. “Just to save me you would be condemning yourself. The Crown would never trust you again if they found out you knew about the rebels—”

  I was choking on air.

  “They might spare your life, because of him… But you will be right here alongside me. To live out your life in the dungeons, a traitor.”

  He was right. My fingers slipped from the bars, and I slumped to the floor. Waves of nausea threatened to attack my lungs.

  “Maybe King Blayne would spare me, but I would rather die a traitor than give up the others’ lives just to live rotting in these cells.” His next sentence cut into me worse than any blade ever could. “And you and I, we are one in the same.”

  “Derrick…” I was breaking. “Please, w-what about Alex?” My voice grew higher. “Mom? D-dad?” What about me?

  “I’m so sorry.” A flush of shame covered his face, and for the first time I saw emotion in his eyes. Regret. “I love you, Ry.”

  “But they’ll never know!” Shards of glass were ripping me apart. Our family. “Three days, Derrick, they won’t even know until I tell them!”

  “Tell them I’m sorry.” He tossed the leather cord and the copper ring clinked against the floor.

  “Derrick, no!” I beat at the bars and blood sprayed across the room. “DERRICK, PLEASE!” There has to be a way!

  “GUARDS!” My brother raised his voice and it cracked. “Please take my sister away.”

  “DERRICK, NO!” I reached into the cell and grabbed his arm. I saw him flinch. “PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!”

  A rough pair of hands dragged me back, hauling me away from his cell.

  “No!” I clawed at my captor, fingernails tearing apart skin, and the hot liquid streaming down like tears.

  “Ryiah!” Another pair of hands caught me and pulled me away from the first. Garnet flashed before my vision and tears burst out like a stream, clouding the room so that I could no longer see.

  “I will bring you back tomorrow,” Darren whispered.

  “He’s not going to tell!” My voice was hoarse from the screams. “He’s not going to tell!” And I couldn’t either. I was a liar. And a coward.

  And I—

  “We need to get her out of here.” The prince’s panic was a distant call as my body crumbled in his arms. Moments later my legs and waist were lifted and swung, my head falling against something soft. Pine and cloves muffled the stench of blood and rot, but they only made it worse.

  Home.

  I was struggling to breathe. Cool glass was pressed against my lips and someone was begging me to drink. I opened my mouth to protest and a bitter liquid hit my tongue. Derrick. A steady stream that forced me to swallow, again and again as pungent sweetness and herbs assaulted my lungs.

  Derrick.

  The deafening pounding of my pulse slowly gave way to a lull. The frantic struggle fell from my limbs.

  Derrick.

  A sense of calamity, and then… I never remembered the rest.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The second day my brother refused, Mira set to work on his inquisition. It was supposed to be the Black Mage who interrogated prisoners of high treason, but Darren had petitioned Blayne for a reprieve.

  A part of me longed to have him do it. Mira was bloodless and cold; it was hard for me to separate her from the enemy. My brother may have committed the crime, but I was in no state to consider reason. I had to be dragged away from the dungeon doors—and even then his screams still echoed in my head. They never went away.

  I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I refused to drink. Darren was on his knees pleading with me just to breathe, and all I could do was stare at the wall. I needed a way to save my brother, and even if I were to reach out to the rebels, they were too far away. I had no way of knowing if he had a contact in the city, and Derrick refused to give me the answer for fear I would try and trade the life of another for his.

  He wouldn’t have been wrong.

  I had fallen to madness by the morning of the third day. Mira’s methods had left my brother in a state so terrible that Darren had to drag me from the dungeon cells, kicking and screaming and threatening to kill the woman who had done it.

  They tried to put me in my chamber with Paige to stand guard, but I broke down the castle door with my magic. When she tried to stop me, I cast a sword and held it to her throat, shaking as I begged her to take me to the king.

  She could have stopped me, but something in her expression cracked and she sheathed her blade and let me by.

  I fell to my knees on the cold marble tile. By now they were purple and bloodied—fresh wounds reopening so new stains mixed with old—so many times had I dropped and scrapped and begged for my brother’s reprieve.

  “I’m truly sorry, Ryiah.” Blayne looked down at me from his throne, and his expression was full of regret. “I can’t
let his crimes go unpunished. Not unless Derrick can give us the answers we need.”

  “P-please.” Darren was holding me as I cried, tears flooding the floor with pieces of my heart mixed up in between. “I’ll do anything.”

  “You have until dawn tomorrow.” Blayne looked away. “Too many lives are at stake. I want to spare him, Ryiah, I do. You have shown nothing but loyalty to our Crown…” His voice grew sharp. “But your brother put everyone in this kingdom at risk. Crown law dictates a traitor die after the first night, and I have given him three. More than my father would have ever done.”

  A part of me was shattering out on that floor. Darren and Paige helped me back to the dungeons where I fell apart, screams and sobs as I begged my little brother who lay dying to talk.

  Eventually, I was taken away. Where I was put back in my chamber with Darren sitting outside the door, his back to the panel as he spoke quietly to me inside.

  As the hours drew to a close, his voice grew hoarse. “I’m sorry, Ryiah.” Then I heard the soft pad of his boots as he retreated to his own.

  *****

  I tossed and turned but I was never asleep. A thousand ideas crossed my mind as I fought reason for heart, and heart for reason. Every minute I considered bursting through that door to confess. I told myself I would tell Blayne everything and he would spare my brother.

  But then Derrick’s words came rushing back:

  “Would you give up your life in the palace?”

  I would.

  “Would you give up your prince?”

  I would love Darren from afar, in my cell, until the day I died. I could give up his love for me for my brother’s life. It would kill me to do it, but it wasn’t even a question.

  “Would you willingly sacrifice Ian? And Ray? And all those lives in the north?”

  To sentence hundreds of people to death…

  “And you and I, we are one and the same.”

  He knew I couldn’t do it. Derrick knew. I could give up everything for myself, but I couldn’t give up the others.

  So many times the idea of breaking him out had come to mind. It was as often as my breath… But even if I somehow found a way to do it, all I could think about was the Caltothian king and my brother’s lists. A part of me knew if he escaped King Horrace and the rebels would have everything they needed to start a war.

  Hundreds, thousands of lives would be lost.

  So much more than just my brother.

  I couldn’t do it.

  ****

  Three hours past the midnight hour alarm tolls rocked the palace walls.

  I shoved past the blankets with a start. Every part of me knew what this was. I didn’t bother to think or change or even breathe.

  I knew what to do.

  I could hear Darren through the thin walls of our rooms utter a muffled curse, and then the loud thump as he left his bed to go put on boots.

  The rebels were here.

  I didn’t bother to change out of my shift or copy the prince. I had only seconds before Darren would reach the hall, and I had to get there first.

  I had to get to Derrick first.

  I took off at a run. Slip-sliding with my feet against the icy marble I tore past the corner—no guards in sight. I could hear the panicked shouts heading toward the palace barracks.

  We were under attack.

  As I got closer, I found two sets of guards crumbled and bleeding from their heads.

  I was going to stop my brother, and it had to be me.

  When I reached the end of the corridor I found Jacob half-carrying my brother out of his cell, one of the dead guard’s keys dangling from a chain at his hip.

  The Ferren’s Keep solider regarded me with a sneer. “Come to stop us,” he challenged. “I always told Derrick you were never to be trusted.”

  My hand shook as I held it out in front of my chest.

  “You are his sister, but you chose the Crown.” The boy took another step, and my brother’s head lolled against his friend’s chest. My heart skipped a beat as Derrick sucked in a raggedy breath.

  “If you don’t let us go, you sentence him to die.” Jacob was only a couple steps away. His eyes were glittering with malice and hate. “Is that what you want, swine?”

  “N-no!” I stuttered the words as my hand shook violently.

  “He loves you, you know.” Jacob’s words lashed out like a knife. “He kept telling Nyx she was wrong. He pled for the others to tell you every night you were out there practicing your blasted magic for the Candidacy.”

  You’ve got to stop them, Ryiah. Do it. Do it now before he talks you out of it—

  “Kill him.” Jacob shoved Derrick forward so that he was directly in front of my trembling hand. My brother’s face was streaked in blood and swelling with cuts. His body was nothing but red, and he was struggling just to breathe.

  Derrick’s blue eyes met mine and I saw defeat.

  “At least then it will be at the hand of his sister,” Jacob said. “Instead of an executioner.”

  I knew I had to do it. All those lives. The war. I had to.

  But my hand stilled. I couldn’t.

  I slumped to the wall, letting the two rebels pass. Jacob’s knowing smile caused a burning rage to sweep up deep inside, but to see my brother… my brother was all I could think about.

  A shout and then a thundering boom.

  Jacob and my brother were sent flying against the dungeon door. There was a loud, splintering crack of wood.

  I heard the sound as running steps drew closer, and I forced myself up. I made no move to form a casting as I stood in front of my brother and his friend.

  “STOP!” Darren’s voice shot out. “ANY FURTHER AND I CAST TO KILL!”

  The prince reached the end of the hall and recognition flared in his eyes. “Ryiah?”

  “Darren…” My voice broke. “Please.”

  He stood frozen in place.

  “Please don’t let my brother die.”

  The prince’s gaze never left my face.

  He stepped to the side.

  Jacob finished pulling Derrick to his feet, and then they were off. Twin sets of footfall racing down the hall.

  Darren never made a move to stop them. He just stood facing me, his chest rising and falling with my own.

  He chose me.

  The words filled me, warmed me, made me whole. I couldn’t speak, but it didn’t matter. Darren reached out his hand and I took it.

  And then a flash of white lit up the hall.

  I started to run, cutting across the corner to find Mage Mira standing above two crumbled bodies, twin burn marks protruding from their chests. Directly at the heart.

  Lightning still crackled just below her nails.

  “You missed something,” she said.

  And then I started to scream.

  ****

  “She tried to stop them and she hesitated—you can’t blame her for not killing her own brother!”

  “She would have let them escape, Blayne!” the woman screeched. “She’s no different than a rebel herself!”

  “If that had been Marius—”

  “And he were a rebel?” The woman sneered at the young man. “I would have put a blade through him myself!”

  “Blayne!” The young man was pleading. “If it were you I never could have done it—”

  “Because your king would never be so foolish!” The woman snorted. “And you were with her—”

  “I was trying to stop her! Ryiah’s magic is just as good as my own, and she caught me off-guard. We were at a standstill when the boys escaped—”

  “For all we know you were helping!”

  “ENOUGH!” The third party roared. “I’m trying to think.”

  “It’s Ryiah, Blayne! You know her. She fought to save Wren and father during the attack! She lost her brother today. She made a mistake, but she would never be one of them. Please, don’t hold this against her!”

  Silence, then: “We will not hold Ryiah respo
nsible for last night’s actions. The distraction the rebels caused in the gardens was done without her help. Her rooms were already searched—”

  “BLAYNE!”

  “Silence, brother. They came up empty. All the guards report no unusual activity, and her past actions demonstrate nothing but loyalty to the Crown. Her knight reports that the young woman has never been approached, and her family is loyal to the Crown.” He paused. “That said, I believe the Caltothians are recruiting at least some of their rebels from the border. The boy and his friend were both serving in the Ferren’s Keep Regiment. Since it appears Commander Nyx was not aware of her men I would like you, Darren, to send your top men to investigate. Marius had no luck locating the rebels but I trust you will be more thorough.”

  “Yes, brother.”

  “And Mira, write to your brother in Langli. Tell him I want him to return to his investigations in the south. He might not be the Black Mage any longer, but I need all our best men on the job.”

  “Yes, your majesty…”

  ****

  One day screaming and dying in bed. One day of rejecting the truth, burning it, tearing it right out of my lungs, and feeding it to the shadows that chased me as I slept.

  Tears were stinging my eyes and a burning hate was strangling my lungs.

  For one day, I allowed myself to shatter.

  I wanted to lose. I wanted to let the darkness take me right there. But I couldn’t. And so I took the potions the healers offered me. I listened when the boy begged me to eat. I smiled when all I wanted to do was scream.

  And then I begged to leave the very next morning. It didn’t matter that I was on the verge of losing myself to grief, it didn’t matter that I was breaking, that I could barely go a second without my heart screaming his name.

  I still had to tell them.

  And it couldn’t come as a letter. It couldn’t wait.

  Even if I was never ready. I couldn’t give in to grief. Not until then.

  But I needed to do it alone.

  He understood. And so did his brother.

  ****

  The five days’ ride to Demsh’aa was the hardest of my life. I rode on with four guards at my back and Paige at my front. Since the rebels had attacked the Crown not once but twice in the last couple of months I was far too valuable to have just one guard in travel.