The Fallen Prince

by Shea Berkley

  “Finish eating,” she said to Reece. “I’ll be right back.”

  Moving away, she drew her dagger and made a quick circle of the area. Her whole life she’d leaned on her natural abilities to fight. Her skills had impressed everyone. But now that she was in Teag, she could feel her newfound powers stretch and rise beneath her skin, stronger, more insistent. It took all she had not to give in to the urge to let out the magic. But why? Why deny what was now a natural part of her?

  As she stepped, she dragged her fingers along the bushes. Flowers bloomed as though it were full summer. She called an owl to hand, stroked its head, and set it free. Overhead, she wove a canopy out of tree limbs and climbing plants, and as she walked, rose petals fell. Soon her path was deep in their colors of red and pink and white and yellow, her feet crushing out the scent. Behind her, the canopy slid apart, and the petals slowly curled until they were brown and dry.

  Ahead, the woods grew thick with brush. She bent and peeked within the brambles. The animals quickly took to their burrows. She straightened, confused. These were her woods. She knew them well, yet tension filled the air and she couldn’t place its source. Not a sign of trouble. Not even a whiff of enmity. It appeared as if her father had been able to calm the unrest. Everything seemed normal, but not.

  She whispered her dilemma into the wind and sent it toward the caves. She could only hope someone would hear her request. Being locked out of their safe haven had her as jittery as a worm on a hook. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. She had to either get help for Reece soon or risk going back to the human realm with their questions she couldn’t answer.

  She returned to Reece, no more confident than when she’d left, and hovered in front of him. “How do you feel?”

  “Like a truck hit me and I bounced into the gutter.” He shifted again and winced. “I don’t think I was made to bounce.”

  She smiled. Any man who could find humor in his circumstances was worth knowing. She could see why Lani liked him. “Signe will see you better in no time.” A promise she was sure of, if only she could see him safely to her friend.

  As if on cue, a boy who was known to follow Lani around on her patrols appeared. His bow riding across his back looked nearly as big as he was. For more years than he had been alive, the humans had to walk softly in the woods. They weren’t welcome in Teag and survived on handouts and luck. Allowing a child to wander the woods alone might seem odd to some, but Kera knew Halim. At the age of five, he’d seen both parents murdered and had fended for himself for months until Lani and Kera found him. Every time they sought to limit his excursions, he managed to outsmart whoever was watching him and ended up doing exactly as he pleased.

  He stood before her, skin and clothes streaked with dirt and face set with a frown, but all Kera saw was a friend. She took a step forward. “Halim. You came. I wasn’t sure my call would find anyone. I am glad to see you.”

  “What do you want?”

  The suspicion in his voice made her hesitate. “I-I need to get this man to Signe. He needs help. He’s a friend of Lani’s. Can you take us through the protection spell?”

  Halim peered over at Reece, who gave him a weak nod. The boy’s eyes were filled with wariness more suited to an old man. When he returned his attention to Kera, his lips thinned. “You should go back to the human realm where you are safe from what’s been happening here.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t know what was happening in Teag. It seemed calm enough. “Teag is my home. It always will be. Please help us?”

  The furrow between his eyes deepened. “The council blames Dylan for our troubles, as do the rest of us. He’s not wanted here.” He glared at Reece. “Or anyone like him.”

  “I’m like Dylan,” she reminded him. “Does it include me?”

  A long moment stretched by before he shook his head. “Follow me.”

  Kera quickly bent to help Reece to his feet. “Wait. Halim!”

  He didn’t look back.

  Reece’s body shook with laughter that left him cringing. When he recovered, he sighed. “Compassionate little shit, isn’t he?”

  Clearly the boy felt Kera had abandoned them for the human realm, and in a way, she had. Clearly they blamed Dylan for their current troubles. Did everyone honestly believe a power-hungry warlord like Navar was the best choice for Teag? She could understand the council’s elitist mentality. It would never change, but Dylan had freed so many from the threat of death and oppression that hung over them.

  They tagged after the boy, and with each step, Reece grew heavier along with her worry. “Hang on. We’re almost there.”

  When they finally broke through the trees, Halim stood waiting for them in the open space in front of the caves. He looked up from sharpening his knife and snorted. “You made it. Didn’t think he had it in him. He looks half-dead.”

  “I feel half-dead,” Reece muttered.

  “Where’s Signe? Didn’t you tell her I was here?”

  Halim pocketed his knife. “She’s inside.”

  When he moved past her to leave, she touched his arm, stopping him. “Help him, Halim.” The command in her voice surprised even her. He hesitated, and she latched on to her newfound authority.

  It was almost as if he did what she asked against his will. But with his help, they entered the mouth of the caves where a gathering of men stood arguing the merits of warfare and how long they could withstand an attack.

  “An attack from whom?” she whispered to Halim.

  He hushed her and urged them forward.

  “The caves are safe,” a young man spoke over the rumbling of the others. “To venture out is pointless. Let them haggle and snap at one another.”

  “So sayeth you,” a tall gangly man said. “You are a first. Whichever way the wind blows, you are safe. One thing I’ve learned, never trust a first.”

  Kera knew the young first. He had married a human and was one of a handful of firsts who strengthened the spell keeping the caves safe. She couldn’t believe her ears as the group’s anxiety rose, sweeping over them like a fetid wave.

  “I have been faithful to everyone here,” he said in his defense.

  Fear and accusations flew between the men, and no one gave the three of them a second look. She and Halim shouldered Reece’s weight as best they could and rounded a bend. The strong smell of alchemy, the discipline of magic and science her people practiced, hit her and she slowed. The odor was sharp and unpleasant, and she was surprised to find it here of all places.

  The smell rolled along a thin corridor to her left. “What goes on down that way?”

  Halim’s face grew pale and uncompromising. He struggled not to say anything, but the years they had shared scrounging for food were strong enough to override whatever uncertainty he had adopted. “The few remaining firsts are helping us prepare for the worst. We don’t plan on going down without a fight. But then, what do you care?”

  The sting in his voice drew her up short. “I care, Halim.”

  He shrugged and stepped aside. He refused to meet her gaze, staring at the ground. “It’s not far now. I have things to do. Important things.”

  So gruff. So unwelcoming. This was not what she had expected. “Thank you for your help.”

  He nodded and retreated back the way they had come.

  The cave echoed with emptiness. The battle to see Navar deposed took so many lives. As Kera made her way to Signe’s small niche, she could sense the deep mourning of those who remained.

  At an arched doorway painted a cheerful lilac, Kera swept back the heavy partition and ducked in, literally dragging Reece with her. Signe jumped up from her sewing, her only means of survival in a place no person would willingly live. Her lion’s mane of red hair framed her surprised face. “Kera. Where have you been?”

  Not waiting for permission, Kera unloaded Reece onto Signe’s bed and stepped back, rolling the tension out of her shoulders.

  Signe’s gaze went from Kera to the man now sprawled
on her bed, and she pulled her friend closer to the partition separating her quarters from the rest of the cave’s inhabitants. “Who is that?”

  “Reece. A friend of Lani’s from the human realm. He’s been attacked by millispits. I did what I could, but he needs more.”

  Signe reared back, and though she fought it, she ended up peeking over at Reece. “Why bring him to me?”

  “You’ve dealt with his type of injury. Besides, he is the reason Lani was out there that night. He meant something to her. I figured—”

  “She was meeting him?” Anger edged her words and hardened her delicate face.

  “He didn’t actually say, but look at him.”

  Though at present he wasn’t at his best, Kera could see why Lani had risked so much to see him. He was pleasant-natured and handsome enough and strong to a stubborn degree. He shouldn’t be alive, yet here he was. It wasn’t so far-fetched to believe he might have offered a way out of Teag for Lani. A better life, one free of fear.

  “There is nothing for him here.” Signe crossed her arms over her chest and said loud enough for Reece to hear, “I cannot help him.”

  Reece struggled to sit, a pathetic show at best. “I’m not so bad off. You can take me home.”

  Kera frowned and pointed at him. “Stay put.”

  She pulled Signe back into the passageway. The strangeness of her clothes and the squeak of her rubber-soled running shoes drew strange looks from the people hovering near Signe’s small niche. They’d seen Kera moving through the narrow passages with a stranger who could barely walk, and though bitterness tinged the haggard planes of their faces, their curiosity pulled them closer.

  Kera ignored them all, her focus on Signe and the shock of her words. “What do you mean you cannot help him? Do you know what I went through to get him this far?”

  “Who did you bring?” a man asked.

  The distrust in his voice confirmed what Halim had told her. She had only known love and adoration from these people, but by the way they glared at her, they were far from adoring.

  A woman clutched Kera’s arm, drawing her attention. The sunken eyes hiding in her face reflected the fear and uncertainty that had permeated their lives since Navar’s death. “You promised to save us, but it’s worse than before. Now what do we do?”

  Kera glanced from one misery-filled face to the next. “I—”

  “Go about your business.” Signe swept her arm out and pushed the woman away. “All of you, go. This has nothing to do with you.”

  “What is going on here?”

  Signe pulled Kera through the crowd, an unyielding edge sharpened her jawline. “I won’t help him because he is the reason for Lani’s death. How could you save him?”

  Kera followed, confused by the change in her friend. “Place the blame where it rightfully goes. Navar was the reason for Lani’s death.”

  “Navar was the hand that dealt the blow, but she wouldn’t have been out there if it were not for…” she nodded back toward the cubby she called home, “…him.”

  “His name is Ree—”

  “I have no need to know his name.” Her lips twisted with hate.

  Kera refused to believe Navar’s actions had changed Signe’s sweet, gentle nature. Her friend was mourning and she had chosen Reece to pour her misery onto.

  “Don’t do this,” Kera said, but Signe refused to acknowledge her. Kera wouldn’t let her friend off so easily. She spun in front of her, stopping their impromptu stroll. “You know he’s not to blame.”

  “It is pointless to help him. He is cursed.”

  “How do you know that?”

  Signe pushed away, refusing to make eye contact, and Kera groaned. “You cursed him?” How had Signe found the means to buy a curse?

  “I cursed everyone who had anything to do with Lani’s death.”

  “Then you cursed me.” The rash action of her friend was completely out of character.

  “No.” Signe’s red hair bounced against her freckled cheeks as she shook her head.

  “Yes,” Kera insisted. “I was there and did nothing.”

  Signe shook her head harder. “You could never have stood up against Navar. Not then.”

  “And neither could the man lying helplessly in your bed foresee the future, yet you are willing to punish him.”

  Signe frowned and bit her bottom lip.

  “Reverse the curse. If not for him, then for me,” Kera begged, gripping Signe’s work-roughened hands.

  Signe glanced down the passageway, her heart clearly at war with her head. After a moment, her grip tightened. “There isn’t a curse. Only the one I say every night before I sleep. And like me, it has no real power.”

  Signe stepped free and wound her way through the underground marketplace. As Kera followed, the cold of the caves struck her. The deep recesses of the caves had always been lit by families; now there were more dark nooks than lit ones. She rubbed down the chill on her arms and wondered if living in such a stark, cold place had infected Signe’s heart. If so, why had she never seen it before? She refused to believe her friend had changed so much in such a short time. “Signe, stop. Stop!”

  They came to a sudden halt in front of a stall that sold a variety of tinctures and rubs. “Has your kindness all but evaporated?”

  “You ask much of me,” Signe said.

  “He doesn’t deserve to die. Nor to suffer. Not like this.” The perpetual frown that marred Signe’s forehead deepened. Kera leaned forward, placing a hand on her friend’s arm. “Are you safe? I heard talk of a war, but there is none that I could see.”

  “Rumors, mostly. When Navar was killed, so was the protective spell that kept the Lost King’s disappearance a secret from the nations surrounding Teag. We suddenly became ripe for invasion.”

  The council had ruled for years, and even though Kera’s father had been one of them, he never approved of the cloaking spell, believing a strong defense lay in seeking another ruler and forming lasting treaties. Her father had actually been pleased when Navar stepped forward. He had trusted the warlord. How wrong he had been. Yet her father was a good man.

  “Does my father still bring you what you need?”

  Signe’s nod was slight, and the crease between her eyebrows eased a bit. “If not for him, I fear what would have happened to us. But he is not you.”

  “My father can do more for you than I can, and we both know it. I’ll be back once Reece is fully recovered and take him home.”

  “What do you mean?” Her friend’s body grew rigid. “You’re leaving?”

  Kera pulled away. “I have to.”

  “Stay.” The desperate plea in Signe’s voice wasn’t hard to miss.

  “I can’t. What Lani did, it’s causing the barrier to disintegrate in far too many places. Real monsters have entered the human realm. I have to do something before they cause any more damage. And God knows what else has crossed—”

  “Look around you,” Signe cut in and motioned to the people who wandered aimlessly. “Do you not see what is happening here? Nothing has really changed.”

  The people were scared. They’d lost Lani and countless others whom they had depended on. If Kera left again, they would continue to endure hardships. But what was she to do? No one trusted her. That was apparent by the welcome she’d been given. “I understand their grief, and I share it, but—”

  “Do you? You look well fed and rested for someone who has lost a dear friend.”

  Kera choked on the stillness in her lungs until the air burned and its ragged escape filled her ears. “That is unfair,” she whispered. “Unkind even. It’s not like you to be so harsh.”

  “It’s unlike you to abandon us,” Signe shot back. “You spouted all sorts of promises before you left. Where are they now when you have real power? Dust on your shoes, is where. How can I tell them the one they saw as their savior is leaving? Again.”

  “I never asked to be their savior.”

  “I know. It was thrust upon you. Much in li
fe is that way.” She grabbed Kera’s hands. “I stay not because I have no choice. I stay because I refuse to leave even one behind to suffer. I thought you felt the same.”

  Kera pulled her hands free, feeling trapped by Signe’s words. “Yet you are willing to let the human realm suffer. They are defenseless against magic.”

  “So are we.”

  “Not completely.” Why was Signe being so stubborn? “Magic is from our world. We know what threats exist. The humans don’t. I’m asking you to let me do what is right. I caused so much of this.”

  “It will never end,” Signe said. “One day you will have to choose where your allegiance lies.”

  “With you,” Kera said. “Never doubt that, but I’m begging you, treat Reece as you would any other innocent man whose only crime was one of ignorance.” She took a deep breath and said, “I think he loved her.”

  The bristle of Signe’s anger faded and she buried her face in her hands, covering her misery. “I always feared Lani’s impetuousness, yet I loved her for it, too. I miss her so much.”

  Lani was gone, and now Signe believed Kera was abandoning them. She wasn’t. Her responsibility was to two worlds, each vulnerable. Why couldn’t Signe see that? Kera gently touched her friend’s arm. “I have not forgotten you, nor will I ever.”

  Her friend turned away. There was nothing more Kera could say. Dragging Reece back to the human realm was out of the question. If Signe refused to care for him, Kera would have to find someone else—her father maybe? When Signe turned back around, Kera eyed the tin in her friend’s hand.

  “To ease his pain and draw out the remaining poison,” Signe said.

  “Then you will help him?”

  Signe nodded. “I doubt either of us could get him off my bed.”

  Kera hugged her tightly and whispered a heartfelt “Thank you.”

  Her friend pulled away and tucked the tin in her pocket, not yet ready to accept Kera’s gratitude. “You will fight your new battles and love your new love and you will forget us…and I shall be stuck with your human castoff forever.”