"Why did she leave?"
"I don't know," the woman answered bleakly. "I don't think there was anyone left to kill."
Squeezing the woman's hand slightly before he stood, Lucius turned and walked slowly away. He had heard Adrianna's threats, of course, but it staggered him to think she had done this to so many innocent people. She was ferociously dedicated to the Shadowmages and their loose guild, and he could well believe that she would cheerfully slay every Vos soldier and official if it would make them leave the city, but he had never thought she was capable of this level of destruction.
As he left the marketplace, he turned to look at the scene of the massacre. The other troubling thought was that Adrianna was more powerful than he had suspected. Lucius remembered his confrontation with her outside his old home, and how he felt she could easily best him if angered. He had had no idea how true that was. The magnitude of the magics she must have controlled to destroy so much was astounding. He had begun to think he was starting to make progress in the Shadowmage's art, but he was no more than a novice. Adrianna's power and talent were far beyond his own.
Turning into a short dead end of an alley, Lucius leaned against the wall of a small brewing house for support as he gathered his thoughts. He knew exactly what he had to do next, but he feared the confrontation.
Taking a deep, ragged breath, he summoned the threads of magic to his will, shaping them into a quiet clarion call that would find Adrianna and let her know where he was. He felt the magical chimes radiate away from him, and he turned to leave the alley, wanting to find a more discreet place to meet.
His delicate chimes were suddenly overwhelmed by a massive tolling, a mighty arcane summons that sundered his own spell and caused him to stagger under its force. It felt as if he were inside a huge bell that rang with a deep, bass note, and Lucius clutched at his head.
Breathing heavily under the strain, he built a magical defence that siphoned off a little of the summoning spell's energy. Each peal was still a deafening blast inside his head, but the pain became manageable and, once he was sure his feet were steady, he left the alley. Adrianna was calling him to the harbour, and she had left him with little choice other than to obey.
The incessant tolling had receded by the time he reached the harbour, becoming little more than a constant, dull throbbing in his mind. Tolerable, yet impossible to ignore. It directed him along the cliffs, where labourers toiled with boxed crates and sacks, piling them onto flat platforms that were then hoisted into the open air by sturdy cranes and lowered to the docks. Evidently, a ship was expected, and there were plenty of merchants who wanted to take advantage of another vessel daring to run the gauntlet of the churning seas.
Moving away from the bustling activity, Lucius continued along the cliff top before stopping. He had reached his destination. Looking about, he frowned. The homes of one of the poorer districts of Turnitia were immediately to his left, along with a few scattered warehouses. Gulls circled lazily above him. Beyond them, the calm waters of the harbour belied the crashing storm that raged against the monoliths at its mouth. Adrianna had found a well-hidden lair in which to hide.
Walking to the very edge of the cliffs, he looked down, and fought against the heady sense of vertigo. The docks seemed far below, and their stone foundations, married to wooden piers, stretched out into the harbour like fingers. A single piece of black cloth, perhaps torn from a larger cloak, fluttered in the sea wind, seemingly caught on a jagged outcropping of rock. Lucius smiled.
Calling upon the magical strands, he constructed a spell he had seen performed before, but had never attempted. Shaping the arcane energy to call wind currents to his command, he shaped an invisible, shallow bowl just beyond the cliff's edge. Raising a foot, he stepped tentatively over the lethal drop.
His foot was buoyed up by a solid support of air. It felt like stepping into a bowl of corn and, hesitantly, he brought his other foot on board. Arms instinctively outstretched for balance, he hung motionless in mid-air.
Conscious that a flying man would bring unwanted attention from the labourers working further down the cliffs, he willed the cushion of air into movement, and Lucius gently floated downwards to the black rag.
The cliff side bowed out during his descent, hiding a cleft from casual view. Only someone suicidal enough to try and scale the sheer surface would find it. Shifting the flow of air supporting him, Lucius descended into the cleft and spotted a small cave or tunnel, boring straight into the cliff side. He dropped to its level and stooped as he stepped onto solid ground.
Inside, the cave quickly widened, its ceiling rising so he could stand. He took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the gloom, and noticed that, a little further in, the rocky walls seemed to glow with their own dull, green-tinged light. Lucius had heard of luminescent moss in the past, but this seemed different somehow to him, and he suspected the light was being sustained by magic as he felt the threads ripple with the presence of an existing enchantment. The threads began to noticeably buckle and twist as he took a further step inside, causing him to halt quickly.
There was another spell at work here, some sort of ward or trap to discourage unwanted visitors, as unlikely as they might be. Having no wish to inadvertently activate the spell, he created his own shield against it, drawing upon the same shadow magic that created the ward. Wreathing himself in the conjuration, he thus appeared invisible to the spell, and he walked passed with trepidation, ready to react if his assumptions about it were wrong.
The tunnel twisted a little before descending on a gentle slope, the route always lit by the softly glowing rocks. He marvelled at the construction of this place, and the effort it must have taken to bore this far into the cliff. Whether it had been done by mundane means or magical, it was something of an achievement.
Lucius felt the presence of Adrianna a moment before he saw her. The tunnel jinked slightly to the left and, as he rounded the corner, widened out into a roughly hewn chamber with two more passages leading off it, deeper into the cliff. Before them stood Adrianna, arms folded across her chest while her dark eyes bored into his.
He did not need to see Adrianna's face to feel her fury, for it punched through the air like hammer. More disturbing to him were the threads of magic he saw in his mind, pitching and twisting as if reacting to her very presence. Lucius had known that meeting Adrianna was dangerous but, for the first time, he gave himself only even odds for walking out of her lair alive.
"Adrianna..." Lucius began, but immediately faltered. He realised that he really did not know the woman before him at all.
"Useless, feckless, ignorant thief," she hissed. "You have wasted everything you have ever been given. You are no more use than a miserable beggar, scrabbling for whatever scraps Vos leaves on the table for you to steal."
Lucius took a breath before speaking.
"Adrianna, what have you done?" he asked. "All those people..."
"Idiot! If you had accepted our alliance, if you had joined me, this war would be over already! The power of the Empire would be in ruins, and this city would be free again. And where were you instead? Playing bandit in the hills!"
For a second, Lucius was speechless. "And what did you think you were going to achieve? Do you know how many innocent people you have killed?"
She gave him a scornful look. "Together, we could have blasted the Citadel into ruins, then marched on the Cathedral. Vos would have had nowhere to run! We could have blasted every one of them clear out of the city!"
"And how many others would have died? My God, Adrianna, there are dead children in the markets! How does that advance your cause?"
"If it means the Empire withdraws, a few dead, more or less, certainly does not hinder it," she said flatly.
"We don't have to be like this, Adrianna," Lucius said evenly; if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that Adrianna would not look kindly on any display of weakness. "That banditry in the hills you talk about probably did more damage to the Empire in the
long run than your own attack. You don't have to become like Vos in order to beat it."
"You fool," she said, as if talking to a particularly slow child. "Becoming like Vos has no relevance whatsoever. What matters is who wins! Who is left standing after this war is done - and it will be done very soon, Lucius, mark my words."
"There is another way."
"No," she said. "Not any more. They have started to strike at us. We must hit back, and harder. Show them that we are invincible, that whatever hurt they bring upon us will be revisited upon them a hundredfold."
He tried another tack. "Even if I had been there, two mages cannot defeat the entire Citadel, let alone every soldier Vos has stationed in the city."
Something flashed in Adrianna's eyes, and she looked down at the ground for a few seconds, as if trying to reign in her anger. When she spoke, it was with deliberate slowness, as though each word was difficult for her.
"After all these years, you still do not realise what a Shadowmage is capable of. Forbeck knew, but he kept it chained, muzzled. You do the same thing, but through sheer ignorance. I can show you what power a Shadowmage unleashed has, Lucius. Two of us, working together in concert, would have been unstoppable! I can take over your teaching, shape you into one of the most potent mages this miserable world has ever seen."
"Adrianna..." Lucius began, slowly coming to an unnerving conclusion. "Have you taken over the Shadowmages' guild?"
She waved his question away as if irrelevant. "Two of us could achieve so much, Lucius. The guild as a whole could become all-powerful in this city." She smiled dangerously. "Even almighty."
He stared at her.
"Still, there is time for you to make amends, Lucius," Adrianna said. "I have a task you can aid me with. Follow me."
She spun around to head down one of the other passages, but stopped when Lucius called out to her, keeping her back to him.
"I cannot help you in this," he said.
"You will."
"Adrianna, I don't want to become your enemy."
Looking over her shoulder, Adrianna gave him a dark look.
"No," she said. "You don't."
Lucius watched her disappear down the tunnel. For the moment, at least, he knew he was safe. If Adrianna needed him, she would not kill him unless he forced her hand. Wiping his brow of sweat, he started after her, apprehensive of what favour she would require of him in order to keep the peace between them.
The passage dropped again, a little steeper than before, and opened out into another chamber. Before him was an unfurled bedroll, together with a small store of bread, dried meat, and wine. Adrianna had evidently spent some time in this lair already. As he entered the chamber, his eyes were drawn to one side, and he gasped.
Arms forced either side of her head by manacles of glowing silver energy, Elaine was held fast, Adrianna's prisoner. A similar band of energy blazed across her face, effectively gagging her. When she saw him, Elaine's eyes narrowed with loathing, and he groaned under his breath, dreading whatever Adrianna had been telling her.
"Oh, Adrianna, what have you done?" he said quietly, as much to himself as the two women.
"Your thieving whore has been my guest here," Adrianna said. She stood next to Elaine, arms folded again over her chest.
"As you can imagine, we have had all sorts of things to talk about."
"So what do you want?" he asked, refusing to be baited. He would deal with the fallout with Elaine at a later time, when both of their lives were not in danger.
Adrianna smiled, malice creeping across her face. "There is a ship outside the harbour, waiting for a break in the storms so it can safely negotiate the monoliths and enter Turnitia. I will calm the storms, so it can sail into the harbour-"
"You can do that?" Lucius asked in amazement, interrupting her. The energy that had to be harnessed in order to attempt such a thing was almost beyond his comprehension.
She gave him a contemptuous look before continuing. "The ship is full of Vos soldiers. A lot of them. They are here to lock down the city, and wipe out the last of the Shadowmages."
"You want to destroy the ship."
"Of course."
"So why not just smash them against the harbour defences? It would be a lot easier."
"Because, fool," Adrianna said, spitting at his stupidity, "I want the people of the city to see it happen. To understand what is going to happen to anyone who supports the Empire."
His shoulders sagging as he realised he would not be able to reason with Adrianna, Lucius sighed helplessly. While the thieves had certainly killed their fair share of soldiers, the cold-blooded drowning of hundreds of soldiers was not something he could easily stomach. He looked at her bleakly.
"Why are you doing this?"
Eyes narrowing as if she were looking at something deeply repulsive, Adrianna spoke quietly at first, her voice slowly rising.
"Unlike you, I was here when the Empire first came to this city. They promised everything in the world, but brought with them terror and death. You fled. You didn't see them attack the Shadowmages the first time around, wiping us out one by one."
"Adrianna-" he started, but she cut him off.
"You didn't see it. I did. I watched Master Roe die. Now Forbeck is gone, and I won't permit the Empire to kill us off again, not after everything we have achieved since." She took several steps towards Lucius to emphasise her point. "The Vos Empire is evil, Lucius. You know that. They have a twisted bitch in power who sends her lackeys everywhere to act in her cruel name. I will do anything - absolutely anything - to safeguard this city and my guild."
"Even if that turns you into one of them?"
She snorted. "People are going to die in this war, as they die in any war. But I won't subjugate the city. I won't lock people in the Citadel. I won't bleed them dry with taxes. I could not care less how people want to live their lives. I just want to make sure Shadowmages have a place where they can practice their art without persecution."
"And that is worth the deaths of innocents?"
"Defeating Vos is worth the deaths of a few innocents, certainly. It is a means to an end, Lucius, nothing more."
"The end does not justify this means."
He watched as Adrianna walked back to Elaine. "Well," she said. "That is not important right now. You are going to help me."
Knowing what was coming, Lucius asked the question anyway. "And if I refuse?"
Adriana looked at him, then crouched down beside Elaine, running her hand through the thief's hair.
"Then your bitch will die."
Elaine turned to look at Adrianna, their faces no more than a few inches apart. Lucius shuddered at the thief's murderous look, realising that, even if he managed to persuade Adrianna to release Elaine, one of them would be dead by the end of the week. He was not wholly sure whose side he would run to, if both asked for his aid.
"You give me no choice," he said softly.
"No," she said, smiling at him. "I haven't."
Chapter Thirteen
Walking several paces behind Adrianna, his head bowed, Lucius' mind raced as he tried to find a way out of the horrors he was about to take part in. He would not have liked to take on Adrianna on the best of days, much less when she was prepared for him. How could he match her talent for spellcasting when she held all the cards?
At least Lucius had persuaded her to release Elaine before they embarked on this attack. Adrianna had relented to his demand too quickly for his liking, and he suspected it was all part of a game, a demonstration perhaps that she saw no difficulty in reaching Elaine once more if he reneged on his agreement. For her own part, Elaine had shown no gratitude as Lucius levitated her up the cliff face on his platform of air. Refusing to meet his gaze, she had marched back into the city. He feared what plans she was now making, and whether they included him.
Lengthening his stride, Lucius caught up with Adrianna as they approached the cluster of cliffside cranes and lifts that served the docks. He cleared his thr
oat.
"You may be right about working together, Aidy," he started. "Maybe I have been concentrating too much on the thieves. You and I could target the Vos leadership of the city, maybe take out the Citadel's commander, and the Preacher Divine too - he would be a very visible loss for the Empire."
"Now you are starting to think properly, Lucius," Adrianna said. "That is a good idea, and one we will attend to in due course. However, the leadership will be weakened without their soldiers. Trust me, this way is better."
He was silent for a moment.
"So why come to me through Elaine?"
Adrianna shrugged. "Over the past few months, you have reverted back to your old ways. You have become... unreliable. She seemed the simplest route to guarantee your obedience."
"You told her about us, didn't you?"
Adrianna flashed him an amused look.
"I thought she would be interested. It hardly matters, either way," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "She might have cared for you quite a lot, I think. But she was not right for you. Don't pretend you were in love with her."
He looked at Adrianna curiously. "Do you think I love you?"
"I think you fear me. For the moment, that is enough."
Lucius sighed in desperation. "I can understand your anger towards Vos - I have lost at least as much myself. But you are courting madness with these attacks, Adrianna."
"Fool!" she spat. "You think me insane? You are not seeing this as I do. There is a wider world, Lucius, one beyond the petty concerns of thieves and their whores. Do you still not understand? There is a chance, a very real chance, for a better future for the Shadowmages. We just have to reach out and take it! We have suffered from leaders who have been too blind to events in the outside world, who have believed that the pure study of magic can fend off the interference of others."
"Isn't that what the Shadowmages' guild is all about?"
She ignored his question. "I will not fail. You, you are no different from those doddery old men, the so called masters. You are no better. You have no gift for leadership - you handed the entire thieves' guild to that bitch because you did not know what else to do."
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