The Ashes of Evenfelle Book one
Haven Keep
R David Bell
Chapter One
Von raced along the overgrown path toward the water’s edge. He was older now, taking on more responsibility. He didn’t feel like a kid anymore. He was sure the cave wouldn’t fascinate him as it once had, but now that he was finally outside the city, headed toward the fjord, he wondered why he’d stayed away for so long. He had missed this, missed his friends, missed the escape from daily life. He ran hard, speeding across a grassy meadow.
Memories of his childhood came rushing back, memories of a simpler time. A time when the world was open and new, exciting and filled with adventure. He kept ahead of Dell and Reece, each stride extending his lead over his friends.
Visits to the cave always started with a mad dash to the fjord. Von couldn’t remember how or when the contest began, but he always felt the need to compete, the drive to win. It was sheer joy. The wind in his face, the blur of the forest, all contributing to the pure exhilaration. The air was clean and crisp, the forest lush and fresh. He breathed deep, taking in the smell of evergreen, birch, aspen, and fern. The morning awoke within him a sensation of freedom, absolute freedom, elusive freedom.
Von rushed forward, hurdling a downed oak. He cut left, narrowly avoiding a shallow gully. Frequent storms weathered and altered the path. It was never quite the same as the summer before. The forest was familiar, but always changing, always new. It added to their game. He would need to watch his step.
Summer was coming to an end, earlier this year than normal, and he was regretting not spending more time with his friends. Winters in the north were harsh, and soon the heavy snows would come. These races through the forest would then have to wait another year and the following summer would only be busier. As Von grew in age, Baiden kept him more and more occupied. This morning he had managed to sneak away early, but he would need to return soon, get back to his chores before he was missed. The thought spurred him onward.
Von splashed through a shallow steam, dashed up a sloping hill, dodging trees and branches. He sprinted across a small clearing and back into the trees. He could hear Dell and Reece behind him, straining to close the distance. They wouldn’t catch him, he was almost to their destination. In the last couple years even Kaiden had trouble beating Von to the shoreline. He glanced back to gage the length of his lead. He was easily outpacing them.
A sudden blow to his chest brought him to an instant stop. A branch cracked with a loud snap that accompanied the sharp pain. He slammed to the ground in a heap and rolled to his back in breathless agony. Von sat up slowly, gasping and wincing. He watched Dell and Reece speed by him in triumph.
“Watch out for those trees,” Dell laughed. “Some of the crafty ones will leap out at you.”
Von spit dirt and grass from his mouth, disgusted at his misfortune. He should have been paying attention to the forest, not his friends. He jumped up and gave chase, but Dell and Reece quickly left him behind. Von kept moving, ignoring the ache in his side, trying to catch his breath. He scrambled to the top of the large black rock that marked the end of their race. Dell and Reece were waiting for him below. Von leaped from the rock, landed on wet sand and trotted along the narrow beach to where his friends were standing.
“Graceful as always,” Reece joked.
“Nice one,” Dell said. “Did you take the whole tree down with you?”
“I might have,” Von answered, rubbing his chest. “That branch was a mean one.”
“You hurt?” Reece asked.
“Just his pride, I’m sure,” Dell interrupted.
“I think I’m alright,” Von insisted, trying to laugh off the pain. “At least I will be in a few minutes. Let’s get going, I have chores to get back to.”
“Chores?” Dell demanded. “I give you the opportunity of your life and you’re worried about someone catching you skipping a few chores? Baiden doesn’t pay attention to you, I guarantee you won’t be missed.”
“He notices when my chores aren’t done,” Von argued.
“You big oaf,” Dell laughed. “Baiden’s worries don’t include what his fool bond servants are doing. The Lord of the North is so busy you could get away with anything and he would never even notice.”
“That’s not quite true.”
“Oh yeah?” Reece broke in. “Look at Kaiden. He does whatever he wants. His father is so preoccupied with the Seven Clans he is completely oblivious to Kaiden’s activities.”
“It’s true,” Dell added, “and the bigger the mischief is, the more likely Kaiden has invited you to join the fun.”
“Hey,” Von protested. “Kaiden isn’t that bad.”
“I didn’t say he was. I said he gets away with anything, and you’re usually involved, you’re practically his brother.”
Kaiden was a good friend, the next best thing to an older brother, and Von was very close to him. Much like Dell and Reece, but no one could replace Von’s brother.
“He’s not my brother,” Von sighed.
“Of course not,” Reece laughed, “that would make Anora your sister.” He snickered and elbowed Dell in the ribs. “And that would be more than a little disturbing.”
Von flushed red. He turned and started down the shoreline, hoping to hide his embarrassment. Thoughts of Anora filled his mind more often lately. He didn’t know what to think of her, but he was in no mood to tell Dell and Reece about it.
“I think we hit a nerve,” Dell joked, hurrying after his friend. “Baiden already treats you like a son. Alensa does too. All that’s left is for you to marry their daughter and when Kaiden finally gets himself killed chasing an icebear into some cave, you inherit everything.”
“That’s not funny,” Von objected. He scrambled over the rock formation that barred their route across the sand. “I owe Baiden more than that. He rescued me from the slave ship.”
Von shivered, telling himself it was from the chill of the morning and the fast approaching winter, not the memory of the chains he once wore. That was eight long years ago. So much had changed since then. “If Baiden hadn’t purchased me from those slavers I would have ended up in the Halfen clan’s mines.”
“Yeah, that was lucky,” Reece acknowledged. “What was luckier was Redd didn’t buy your marker. You could have ended up working in the kitchens like us.”
“That’s got to be better than mucking out stables,” insisted Von. “Let’s just hurry. Unlike you two I don’t have anyone to help me with my chores.”
“Chores, chores, chores. Always such a worrier,” Dell taunted. H e stood a little taller and raised his eyebrows. “I guess you don’t want your share of the treasure.”
“I didn’t say that,” Von objected. “That is,” he paused, not bothering to hide his doubt, “if there actually is a treasure.”
Dell looked somewhat indignant. “Oh, there’s a treasure. We saw the chest,” he insisted. “I’m not making this up.”
Von wanted to believe his friend. Dell was obviously excited, but it was much too easy to be skeptical. They had already spent hours exploring the cave. Everyone from Azmark had, at one time or another, until they grew up and left the cave to younger generations. No one ever found anything of value and it wasn’t likely they’d be the first, but Von didn’t mind humoring his friends. Not only that, he had to admit, in the back of his mind he entertained the possibility they might be right. There was only the barest sliver of a chance, but what if Dell and Reece actually had found something?
Who hasn’t dreamed of finding hidden treasure? he thought.
“Could be a pirate’s hoard,” Dell speculated. “Do you think it is pirate treasure?”
“Don’t know,” answered Reece, hurrying after Von
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The young men ran along the line of trees bordering the shore of the Emerald Fjord. Steep forested crags rose overhead, towering above the clear waters. The water gently lapped against the sand, pebbles, and rock, breaking the stillness of the early hour with a soft rhythmic sound. Evergreens reflected bright color across the narrow ocean inlet, giving the Emerald Fjord its name. Von paused momentarily, surveying the waters, then turned away from the fjord, hurrying down the shore line again. Talk of treasure had renewed his excitement.
His gaze followed a group of jagged rocks jutting into the water, then past the rocks to the mouth of a cave. The cave, obscured slightly by the trees, faced out toward the fjord.
Von carried with him a coil of hemp rope and his worn iron lantern, the condition of both matched his rough clothes. His fur lined leather boots and thick wool shirt should have been enough to ward against the cold, but the sharp morning air bit at him, promising an early winter. Maybe he should’ve brought his cloak.
He scrambled to the top of the rocks, stopped short of the cave, and turned to wait for his friends. They reached the top moments after he did. The emotions he felt while running through the forest began to return. This cave was always exciting, no matter how many times they had come. Why had he thought he was too old for this? Von cracked a smile at Dell and Reece then jumped. He landed on the smooth stones littering the cave’s entrance.
A freshwater spring once ran through this rock bed. Years ago it inexplicably and suddenly went dry, but in times past water bubbled up from the ground, twisting and winding through the soft volcanic rock, finally emptying into the Emerald Fjord. The once steady flow had carved out a network of caves similar to those in the Iron Mountains. Tunnels and passages snaked in every direction, doubling back or plunging deep into the depths of the earth. It was always fun to explore, but an easy place to get lost.
Despite the immensity of the cave, Von couldn’t help but question his friends’ claims. Dell was adamant though, and Reece was backing him up
“You sure it was a treasure chest?”
“I saw it too,” Reece affirmed. “I’m not promising it was a treasure chest, but it definitely looked like a wooden crate of some kind.”
“Not a treasure chest?” Dell protested. His voice grew wild. “Are you kidding me? You saw it. What else could it be?”
“Not sure, but I plan on finding out.”
Von laughed at his friends. They often bantered back and forth, arguing as if they were rival siblings. Anyone who didn’t know better might believe they were. Both were golden haired and blue eyed, features common to the inhabitants of the north and both possessed strong athletic builds. Dell was the oldest at eighteen winters, Reece sixteen.
Von was somewhere in between his friends’ ages, but liked to count his years by the summers, not the winters. It was a way he reminded himself of who he was, a reminder he wasn’t from the north. If that wasn’t enough, his features did the trick. His grey eyes fit in well in this icy country, but his hair was dark and thick, nearly black. That alone painted him an outsider.
“I still don’t know why you guys didn’t take a peek in the chest the last time you were here.”
“I told you.” Dell sounded impatient. “It was getting late, the tide was coming in and we needed a rope.”
“I think it was getting late and you were afraid you’d meet the girl in white.”
Dell stiffened at the mention of the fabled specter. “That has nothing to do with it,” he protested. “I don’t believe in her anyway, but if you want to stay in the back of this cave at high tide and get trapped that’s up to you.”
Von and Reece laughed at their friend. Everyone knew the story of the girl in white. The ghost of a young maiden haunting the shores of the Emerald Fjord. Some claimed to have seen her in this cave or near the West Well outside the walls of Azmark. The well was connected to the cave, but had dried when the spring failed.
No matter how many times they played around the well or near this cave, none of them had seen a girl in white. Still, it was fun to tease Dell, especially since he seemed to believe all the stories, despite his adamant denials.
“Why hasn’t anyone seen this chest before?” Von asked.
“It’s in the opposite direction from the paintings,” Dell answered. “We usually don’t explore that direction. Plus, it’s down in a big hole, one that fills with water at high tide. We only saw the bottom when Reece dropped a torch over the side.”
“So you brought me along to hold the rope?” asked Von.
“Yeah, we needed a big strong meathead. Why else do you think we decided to split the treasure with you?”
“I thought it was because I was your favorite person in the world,” Von quipped.
“Where’s that leave me?” Reece asked with feigned pain.
Dell groaned and rolled his eyes. “You two can decide who you’re dancing with at winter festival later. I’ve got a treasure to retrieve.”
Von and Reese laughed.
“Okay,” Von gestured forward with his hand, a big grin on his face. “Lead the way.”
He slung the coil of rope over one shoulder and followed closely behind Dell. They made their way past the initial cavern and into the deeper passages, corridors where the sunlight no longer penetrated. They held their lanterns high, illuminating a few feet ahead, pushing back the darkness, but never piercing the farthest shadows. Those shadows paralleled them as they walked, dancing and bobbing just outside the circle of light, following their every step. Von pictured the shadows as dutiful sentinels, guardians who never left their post. But were they acting as an escort, or protecting the cave and its undiscovered secrets? Von couldn’t decide. Maybe it was both.
Deeper into the cave the air grew colder, damp, and heavy. Ancient paintings appeared in sporadic intervals, decorating the stone walls. The three edged further and further into the passage, and the images on the cave walls became more common, eventually covering the stone surfaces from floor to ceiling.
Von smiled, remembering childhood games played here not so long ago. In their minds they became pirates or fought mock battles, slew dragons or stormed castle walls. It was never hard to get his imagination going, not when surrounded by scenes of conflict between armies on land and ships on the open sea. Fanciful creatures from tales long forgotten adorned the walls, dancing across solid rock in the flickering light. Dragons, sea serpents, banshees, and other horrors Von knew no name for, came to vivid life. He wondered if they were the artist’s concept of demons from the Rift. Locals claimed the paintings were ancient, from as far back as the time of the Dragon Lords. If that were true, maybe this treasure of Dell’s was from that time too.
“You say you had caves like this back home?” Reece asked Von, for what must have been the hundredth time.
“Not exactly,” Von answered. “There was one cave. It wasn’t this extensive. I used to go there with my brother and a few friends.” Maybe that was why he so enjoyed coming here. The time spent in the cave reminded Von of his brother, helping Von keep his memory alive.
That memory pained him. His whole family was gone, killed in the war that destroyed his homeland. In an instant his life was changed forever. He was a little boy all alone in a strange, unknown world. Alone until Baiden bought him. He knew he had a good life now, the problem was, he wanted his old life back.
He put those thoughts out of his head and finished answering Reece. “Our cave was big, more open, but it didn’t have any additional passages. There was a fresh pool of water, probably like this cave once had before the spring and West Well went dry.”
“Sounds exciting,” Dell said sarcastically. “I bet it didn’t have any buried treasure.”
“No,” Von admitted. “No paintings, and no buried treasure. Although I did leave something there once.”
“Who cares?” Dell asked. “When we retrieve what’s at the bottom of this hole, you’ll forget everything you ever dreamed about before. We’ll all be able to buy
our freedoms. Even you Von. We’ll buy your freedom for you.”
“Thanks,” Von said, his voice as sarcastic as Dell’s. “I appreciate the thought.”
The fact Von wasn’t a native bound him by different customs than his two friends, customs almost as strong as law. In their free time Dell and Reece did chores to earn extra money. Money they could use to buy their freedom, pay off their indentured servitude early. Von, a foreigner, didn’t have that privilege. He could earn extra money, but not buy his freedom. He was a slave in all but name.
“How much farther?” Von asked, his mood less jovial than before. Reminders of his family and situation often gave him melancholy feelings. Events in his early life left him scarred, his heart broken, but he did his best to appear happy to others, and after so many years the anguish was finally turning dull. He still ached, constantly ached, but the pain was not so raw and jagged anymore. It was almost bearable.
“It’s just up here,” Reece answered.
“Yeah, just around this next bend,” explained Dell. He picked up his pace, his growing excitement evident.
The cave narrowed, curved, and narrowed more. Von turned his wide shoulders to ease through. It was a tight fit, even for Reece. No wonder they’d never come this way before. Von ducked and slid between the narrow cave walls. His chest and back scraped along the damp rock, the coil of rope catching on the rough surfaces. Von removed the rope from his shoulder in frustration, holding it behind him in one hand, his lantern out front in the other. He flattened against the rock wall, barely squeezing through the tight passage, ducked and turned, following closely on Dell’s heels.
The cave eventually opened into a small room, its porous walls marred with old tool marks. Someone from long ago had worked at enlarging this room. Von wondered why anyone would bother.
A large hole dominated the center of the stone floor. In the dim light it was impossible to view the bottom.
“That’s it!” Dell exclaimed. “Bring the rope. I want to see what’s down there.”
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