by Lisa Daniels
Taking them somewhere outside Kanthus city. To one of the swamp-laden areas beyond.
“Are they planning to ransom me?” Kiara didn’t know, but she reached for Winifred’s hand. In the time they’d been stuck in the carriage, Winifred had made herself several animated light animals. Little wolves that scampered across the air. Dragons, creatures that belonged to the night hordes, also fluttered around, belching tiny blue flames.
“It would be a bad idea to do such a thing, mistress,” Winifred said, slumped forward, her short red hair dangling in front of her face. “No. I suspect they plan to dispose of us in a more discreet manner. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of such a case happening. Take us out far, beyond the safety of the kingdom, into the Endless Dark. And let the night hordes deal with us.”
Kiara’s teeth chattered at the thought. She tried remembering the extra levels of lightweaving, the rarer ones that few people reached, as a bid to distract herself from this new reality. Level eight. Being able to illuminate multiple living objects at the same time, rather than one at a time. Whole fields, for example. Whole schools of fish. An entire lake, also heated. Winifred didn’t seem like a level eight, at least. Level sevens could also do what a level eight did. It just took them longer, since they needed to infuse each thing individually. Level nine. What’s level nine…? She sighed. She’d completely forgotten what nine was. Let alone ten. And was there higher than ten? What little she heard from her tutors suggested that there might be many levels they hadn’t yet heard of. They described light as being a weapon against the darkness, after all.
With the sun being the ultimate light, and the moon its faithful shadow.
“I just don’t see the point in this.” Kiara continued to inhale her light and let it bubble out of her. Then, for good measure, she produced more of it, though since she didn’t know how to leave it within an object, it soon fizzled out. “Like, why bother to jeopardize a potential alliance? We should all be working together to fend off the night hordes. That just makes sense.”
“To you, perhaps, mistress. Not to others. They are too proud. Since we’ve successfully held off the hordes for so long, for them, why bother changing how we work now? Why sell ourselves to a weaker nation at all? I’m sure many wonder what the royals are thinking, trying to organize such a thing.”
Kiara slumped against the uncomfortable wood. The way they just honed in on Winifred and her, had the music, the carriage ready… it seemed surprisingly efficient. An opportunity presented by her wanderlust nature, from flitting stall to stall. She thought about Mordred, with a small pang of sadness. Though she didn’t take what had happened seriously between them, he did. He’d put himself out there, risked ire, just to make sure she didn’t ruin things.
He cared about this potential alliance. He wanted her to go and meet his mother and father this dusknight, to place a formal knot on things. Or had dusk passed already?
Shame, though. Kiara barely had any time to get to know her new accidental husband. Or read the book Winifred got for her. Or, well, do anything, really.
Three nights.
That’s how long it took for me to mess things up. Three entire nights. Unbelievable. If Bethany had been here…
Bethany wouldn’t let herself get distracted. Bethany would do her duty with her new husband. Violet wouldn’t mess up either, but she didn’t need to. Already married, and busy in the process of making children. Unless she somehow lost the ability to make children, there would be no messing up involved.
She stank as much as the bogs that surrounded Kanthus. All her life, foraging among the bushes, playing hide and seek with frustrated guards and huntsmen, skipping lessons and walking out on bewildered tutors who seemed to think they were actually interesting, riding her horse, Lost Star, around the paddock, playing with the farmers’ kids in the fields and the urchins in the streets…
What use had any of it been?
The feeling of her own incompetence ate her up inside. Her knee danced, and light popped away from her, fading from yellow to an acid green.
“So,” Winifred said, “about that weaving lesson I was supposed to give you… now’s as good a time as any.” She attempted a small grin. “You need to learn how to adhere light to a stationary, non-living object.”
Kiara shrugged. Probably best to try and distract herself. Winifred began talking her through the motions, explaining that magic wasn’t as simple as some people made it out to be. “You always need good focus to do any of the things you need—even with just manifesting it.”
Kiara choked back a laugh at this. She didn’t really have good focus. She barely had any focus at all when it came to things. Always needing to move somewhere, to do something, to follow the next interesting thing to present itself.
“However,” Winifred said, “each, uh, level of magic requires something different from you. A different kind of focus, a special area of concentration that can’t be shaken, no matter what happens. Like a… second brain in your mind, tucked away.”
Again, Winifred started going into the territory that fast made Kiara bored—though she did somewhat explain it better, in a more engaging way than all the tutors before. All this nonsense about concentration. Kiara knew she didn’t have it, knew she couldn’t dark well focus on anything long enough. The anger trickled inside her. All she did was suck the magic and fail miserably at what it had to offer. People could spend years trying to rise up the levels. They could be taught how to use their weavings—once they reached said level of weaving. But anything before that—she needed to learn by herself.
But how did you make a brain always distracted by things focus?
That’s not entirely true, is it? Kiara did focus on things. If an idea seized her attention, she could carry it through faster than anyone else, in an immediate manner. She became obsessed with completing, with blocking out everything else until that one thing was done. Like her treehouse.
And she really, really wanted to get out of this carriage.
The carriage drew to a halt, just as Kiara considered this idea, only half-listening to Winifred’s explanation. Yes, she needed to feel the magic, to find it, to impress her will upon it.
The sounds of people getting off the carriage, of horses being unlatched and hastily retreating, drew the attention of both women. They waited until the sounds died off. Until nothing remained but the faint murmur of wind, and their breaths within the confined space—and a cold draught coming from somewhere.
“Guess they don’t want to stick around,” Kiara said. She shivered in her black dress, wrapping the thin coat around her better and buttoning it up. The gloves helped, too. Winifred sighed, before they heard a strange, whispering kind of snarl echo from outside. Instantly, both women froze. They stared at each other, frightened—and soon the noises congregated nearby. Then something scratched at the carriage, perhaps trying to claw a way in.
Kiara forgot how to breathe for a moment, not daring to draw too much attention. Winifred went pale, letting all her weavings die out, until only the glows of their necklaces remained. The scratching and snarling continued, and the women huddled together, united in their terror.
Of course. In the Endless Dark, the monsters lived. The ones without light. Nameless creatures and horrors that threatened to extinguish the last standing lights of humanity. Interesting, Kiara thought, that people never gave an exact description for these creatures. They always left it so vague, and the vagueness added to the terror. Because if you didn’t understand what you fought against, what you needed to defend against, then how did you look such a thing in the eye and not quail with fear?
The carriage began rocking from side to side, before it lurched, and stayed at an awkward angle.
We’re sinking, Kiara realized. They must have taken us out to the muskeg. Well, wasn’t that just fantastic.
Whatever thing that tried to get at them from the outside soon stopped. They needed to escape now. Regardless of whether the thing waited for them or n
ot. The carriage made a rather ominous creak, moving again.
“Dark take this place,” Winifred cursed, now erupting in light again. She weaved intricate orbs that soon illuminated every nook and cranny, before both women resorted to trying to bash in the main door. Dead if they stayed, possibly dead if they escaped. Not much of an option, either way.
And this stupid door didn’t want to budge.
Kiara let out a frustrated scream. I must get out of here! We must! She balled up her hand, shaking with fear and anger, cheeks flushed, again inhaling the light. The desire to get out consumed everything else in her mind, and she felt a strange pressure building up in her skull, as if the light she had inhaled now formed a kind of dam there.
The light leaked out through her hand, as it had done a thousand times before. With some difficulty, she linked that strange blockage in her mind with the light dissipating outside her skin. With Winifred’s floating orbs, which seemed to draw themselves to Kiara, as if attracted.
Something burned in Kiara’s arm, along her fist, and, with another shriek, she slammed her fist into the door, over and over, just needing to somehow make a dent in the wood, just to somehow find a way through, no matter how much it hurt her knuckles in the process.
Kiara’s fist crunched right through the wood.
Instantly, she withdrew her hand, and with it, the light around her continued to sparkle, showing a shape that had formed on the ends of her hand. Short and sharp. Confused, she pressed the light against the door and felt a pressure again. Like the dam. And when she pushed, her hand again sunk through the wood. It bent before her as if it were little more than paper.
“What in the endless dark?” Winifred gaped. Her mouth hung open, completely unable to register what had just happened. Kiara, however, swiped her hand through the wood, and the door crumbled off at the hinges, dropping onto spongy ground below.
“Huh,” Kiara said. “Neat.”
“That’s not possible,” Winifred said. “What you’re doing is impossible.”
“Guess I’m just an impossible person,” Kiara said, now clambering through the broken entrance. The connection in her mind stayed, like a light that had appeared in the murk, permanently illuminating her newfound thoughts.
Now out onto the morass, Kiara tried revealing more of the area. Unfortunately, her newfound powers didn’t seem to do the level three thing she needed to do. Even when she tried directing the energy to a small pebble, it just didn’t work.
“You can’t just do that,” Winifred said, now clambering through and using her light to form into little fishes, revealing the darkness. “You just can’t.”
“What am I even doing, anyway?” Kiara briefly admired the kind of shield that seemed to stretch out from her fingers. Winifred braced her knuckles against it, and tapped. The shield rang with a clear, pure and high note. Like thin crystal.
“It’s…” Winifred touched it again. “It’s solid. You’ve somehow managed to manifest light that’s solid to the touch. You’ve basically just skipped about ten levels like they don’t mean anything. And I bet you still can’t even manage a level three binding!”
Kiara shrugged, now examining the morass. The twisted, looming trees, the small lifeforms that skittered away in the dark. How did they even survive out here? How did anything?
Now that she no longer had a desire to escape, the lightweaving began to dissipate, before vanishing completely. Now Winifred’s magic encircled them, causing the dark-cursed creatures to skitter back. They couldn’t stay still. The ground slowly pulled at their feet, so they waded and sloshed their way, water seeping out of the wobbling ground they stepped on, until they found a secure spot to stay. Or as secure as they could manage.
“There,” Winifred whispered, pointing Kiara towards something lurking in the darkness. One of Winifred’s fishes darted towards it, revealing a face with empty eye sockets and cracked, bone-like lips. The creature hissed at the light, instantly scuttling back further.
“Light save us,” Kiara said, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what she had just seen. “What is that?”
Her eyes rested on the long, jagged claws upon the humanoid creature’s limbs. Ones that may have been used to gouge deep marks in the carriage, to try and access the contents. Thankfully, the creature appeared distracted by the light. Not that Kiara even understood how it saw anything without any eyes in its horrid face.
“So,” Winifred said. “Mind doing the impossible again and conjuring up a weapon or two?”
More of those strange, deformed creatures appeared, snarling and snapping at Winifred’s fish. When one managed to close thin, bony hands over one blue fish, the light puffed out, dissolving into blackness. As if it had somehow absorbed the fish.
“How about we run?” Kiara pointed at the sunken trail where the carriage had traveled, along with squelched hoofmarks. “Back the way they came. Since they were kind enough to provide for us a trail.”
“Well, I can’t think of any more brilliant ideas, so may as well,” Winifred said, forming more of her little fishes, using them as bait for the strange creatures.
The issue with Winifred using the light to distract the creatures was, well—it drew more of them into the area. After all, they were now treading the grounds of places that had been untouched by light for decades. Maybe even centuries.
They continued trying to follow the tracks. Those men had used the horses to beat a fast retreat, and probably distracted the creatures away from them as well.
I could really use some protection, Kiara thought—and when her mind focused on this aspect, light oozed out of her body, forming a kind of floating shield that covered her right side. Oddly enough, it moved with her arm movements, even without her touching it. It also didn’t seem to want to shift to any other form, like, say, an incredibly useful sword or bow and arrow or something. Also, the shield resembled a kind of uneven blob.
It was solid, however.
“I’d like to know what in dark’s going on in your brain,” Winifred said. “Because this shouldn’t happen.”
“Yes, you’ve said that already. Do you think these creatures will be distracted if you form something really big with your weaving?”
“I…” Winifred frowned. “I can’t make big things that can move, really. It requires a lot of concentration to hold the weaving together—”
“Just try, will you?”
Perhaps some of Kiara’s impatience and fear rubbed off on Winifred, for she sighed, trying to conjure up a large shape. This time she managed a cat, which dropped to the ground and sped off towards the creatures, leaping and twisting between them as if being chased out of the kitchens back in Fjorn.
“That works,” Kiara said, watching the creatures go berserk over the cat. Winifred managed to conjure about five more before she ran out of personal light, having stretched it thin with the fishes as well.
“I just… I don’t have that much light.”
The cats didn’t by any means make their journey any safer. Just increased their chances of survival. One noticeable thing about the whole Endless Dark territory was that there were actually trees and bushes. These things should have died out without any light or heat reaching them, but remnants of plants remained. Except they oozed a kind of oily, smoky substance that snatched at the little light on display. They fed on something other than light and heat, it seemed.
Both women let out a shriek of fright when an enormous shape bounded out of the black, fast enough to take them before they had time to even consider defending themselves.
Except the shape skidded to a halt in front of them. Yellow eyes glared out of a shaggy wolf head, and huge shoulders lifted up and down from exertion, along with the breaths of a broad chest. It remained still for a moment, before sniffing, eyes focusing on the creatures of the night hordes.
“Mordred,” Kiara said. And there was another werewolf, too, now catching up with them. One that Kiara didn’t recognize, pure black compared to Mordred’s light,
creamy silver.
The two werewolves tore through the creatures in a ripping, snarling fury. Winifred withdrew her weavings until just their glow-necklaces and Kiara’s shield illuminated the darkness. Winifred reached for Kiara’s hand, and they waited until the werewolves had finished their work.
They appeared again in the gloom and morphed into their human shapes. Mordred, and a stranger.
Winifred instantly shut her eyes and let out a squeak.
“You won’t have to marry me,” the second werewolf said, thin lips curling into a smirk. Light brown hair flopped over his forehead and ears. “Don’t worry.”
Winifred let out another squeak. Despite the fact that they happened to be deep within dangerous territory, she apparently wanted to walk around now with her eyes closed. Kiara approached her and prised Winifred’s eyes open. “Look. Now you see the werewolf.”
The servant flushed furiously, and Mordred turned on his friend. “Thanks again for this.”
“No problem,” the other werewolf said in a low, growling voice. “It’s not the first time a foreigner’s been taken away from us like this. Happened to my former bride, too.”
“Oh,” Kiara said. “How did you two get here so fast?”
“Had a few people in the city watching you,” Mordred said. “They came to report as soon as possible, though I was busy patrolling the western borders at the time. Mika here chose to come help. Didn’t know how far out we’d be going. Now.” He and Mika began shifting again. “No lights. It attracts the night hordes like moths to flame. Hide your necklaces. And sit on us.”
Winifred gave a rather morose stare at Mika, who winked in a roguish manner, before blurring into his gigantic werewolf form—bigger than even Mordred’s. Kiara shoved the necklace into the soft ground nearby, the light vanishing forever. She let her shield vanish as well. Mordred hugged her side, helping her to clamber on. Winifred did the same.
“You know,” Kiara said, now feeling herself lurch with Mordred’s movements, “we were doing perfectly fine before you two came here. I bet we would have made it back, no problem.”