Archer of the Lake
Kelly R. Michaels
Edited by
Kelsa Warner, Andy Arnold, & Halley Hampton
Cover by
Olivia Cleveland
Little Owl Publishing
ISBN: 098946850X
ISBN-13: 978-0-9894685-0-3
Copyright ? 2014 Kelly R. Michaels
www.kellyrmichaels.com
All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
For my darling Mamaw
And my beloved Papaw,
Whose souls retired before I finished
And also-
For dearest Halley
Who helped bring this story to you
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1: Injustice
Chapter 2: Eye of Ewyn
Chapter 3: Harboring
Chapter 4: Feraan's Dream
Chapter 5: Trial
Chapter 6: Auras
Chapter 7: Black Crows
Chapter 8: Lost Shadow
Chapter 9: Tragedy
Chapter 10: Underground
Chapter 11: Moonlight
Chapter 12: Unmasked
Chapter 13: Trouble at Home
Chapter 14: Missive
Chapter 15: Call to Arms
Chapter 16: My Name is Lisiek
Chapter 17: Pursuit
Chapter 18: Goodbye Anna
Epilogue
Prologue
"Take an army with you."
"Where am I going to get an army?" Feraan asked. ?Lividia, the Mistress of the Chthonic Order, leaned back in her chair. ?Sharp fingernails drummed metronomically on the table. Feraan calmly noted the woman's expression of impatience. ?Humans were always impatient, but he supposed they had a right to be because their lives were so short. ?But Feraan did not understand the Mistress painting her lips blood red, just as he did not understand why she insisted on branding her followers with tattoos on their shoulder blades. For an order that prided itself on secrecy, membership markings did not make much sense to him.
"You are the Wandering Elf. ?You are famous for solving such problems," Lividia pointed out, arching a dark eyebrow. ?Feraan thought her dark hair and bright red lips made her skin look shockingly pale, which only made her look like a blood drinker.
"My problems never required an army."
Lividia looked down the long table at the other officers of the order. ?Her eyes fell on Lycaon, head of the Dirus Clan of werewolves. ?"I hear there is no shortage of mercenaries in Haradrop."
Lycaon returned Lividia's gaze with a cold glare but said nothing. ?Feraan asked, "Does the order plan to fund these mercenaries for me?"
"The Dirus Clan would not need funding. ?They would only be repaying what is rightly owed to us. ?Would you not agree, Lycaon?"
Lycaon did not answer Lividia and instead turned his attention to Feraan. "My family will always assist you with whatever you need, old friend."
Feraan's mouth twitched into a half-smile for Lycaon.
"Good," Lividia said, rising. ?"Take the werewolves to the east and destroy whatever stands in your path."
"The east?" Feraan repeated. "There's only one thing in the east-"
"We are well aware of your race and heritage, Feraan," Lividia interrupted. ?"It shows well enough in your pointed ears and the bare skin on your back where you did not take the tattoo." ?Lividia went to inspect a map tacked to the wall, tapping her fingers on the forest of his youth.
"Surely the Order has better things to do than send me on missions filled with mindless destruction. ?What is the point of all this?"
"Those are your orders, elf. ?You will do well to follow them."
"I make a point to not follow orders blindly."
"These orders do not come from me," Lividia said, turning to show him a condescending smile.
"Then who gave these orders?"
"They came from me," rumbled a voice from the shadows of the Chthonic Hall. ?The figure stepped into view, and Feraan had no difficulty recognizing the half-naked female with blank, white eyes that had no iris or pupil. ?Each step she took sounded like the rolling of distant thunder. It made everyone in the room but Lividia nervous.
"You are the Blind Seer," he said.
She smiled though her face looked past him. ?"Feraan Auvrearaheal. ?You do not trust me though I can bring only absolute truth."
Feraan looked to Mistress Lividia, having difficulty keeping his face smooth. ?"You take counsel from the Seer?"
"Sibylla sought me out. ?The future has told her something disturbing."
"Sibylla? I did not realize you were personally familiar with the Traitor of the World," Feraan hissed. ?Lividia faltered.
The Blind Seer pointed two fingers at him. ?"Calm yourself, Wandering Elf. ?You must keep focus now. ?There is a great evil brewing in your forest. ?Confront it, destroy it, and bring the one responsible to justice."
"What evil? ?Who is responsible?" he asked.
"It kills your people as we speak. ?I cannot see who causes this. ?They are cloaked by a great energy. ?Be cautious, Wanderer."
Feraan checked himself, and his hand went to the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist. ?"There's more to this than you're letting on."
She smiled. ?"There will be consequences, Wanderer. ?You will save your people from their own destruction, and they will hate you for it. ?Attempts will be made against your life, but if want your life to continue, you must defeat this great evil. ?Do not leave until you have secured the one responsible. ?There will be a lake, and your life's worth will be tested there."
"Are you threatening me?" Feraan asked, stepping closer with his hand tight around his sword.
"I am not threatening you. ?I only recount the truth shown to me."
"What is your payment for telling us this? ?What does Mistress Lividia owe you for such valuable information?"
"Mistress Lividia owes me nothing, but I want your sword, Wanderer. ?I will have it one day," she promised.
Feraan only scoffed, turning his back to take his leave of the Chthonic Hall. ?The Blind Seer called him back before he reached the doors.
"Aren't you curious about your father, Wanderer?"
Feraan froze. ?"I do not care to pay that price."
80 Years Later
In a hollow mountain, a desert princeling with an insatiable need for vengeance approached the Blind Seer. ?Though she could not see him, the oracle knew the exact hour of his visit and was prepared for his questions.
"He has slighted me," was his explanation.
"He has slighted many. ?You are not the first and you certainly will not be the last.'
"Perhaps not, but I will be the one to defeat him."
The oracle tilted her head curiously. ?"Do you seek to kill him?"
"No, I do not. ?I wish to torture him. ?His demise will be his eternal agony, a scar that I will leave him with," the princeling said. She turned her head the other way.
"But?" she prompted, luring him.
"But he has cursed me. ?I cannot see him unless he decides to reveal himself to me." ?The oracle knew this already.
"I cannot lift the curse for you. ?That is beyond my abilities."
"Then how am I to exact my revenge if I can
not even see him?"
"Draw him out and have him come to you. ?Take something precious."
The princeling paused at this. ?"Do as he did to me?"
The oracle slowly nodded. ?Eager, the princeling began pacing.
"Is there something he loves so dearly, he could not bear to be parted from it?"
The question, when asked, brought forth an image to the oracle, a vision of fierce beauty.
"Is there?" he asked impatiently.
"No," she answered, smirking. ?"But there will be someone."
1. Injustice
Elves were a secret race. Highly protective of their lands, they often sent small battalions to confront enemies that lurked at the borders of their beloved realm, the Fey Forest. ?They rarely ventured outside these borders and did not involve themselves in the problems of the other races. ?They lived in seclusion but not in ignorance. ?They were well aware when forces began mobilizing to strike against them, and the elves of the Honey Water Empire met and eliminated each danger that approached their home. ?As a result, they were largely left alone.
Goblins were the one exception. ?The nasty creatures lived underground and were stupid beings that often liked testing the prowess of their elvish neighbors, typically attracting attention by setting fire to trees. ?The elves always responded in kind, sending out small hunting parties to eradicate the pests. ?Blaes Llychlin, military adviser to the Empress Haelyn, was responsible for handling such matters. ?He charged the elvish city Sal'Sumarathar to deal with the latest goblin sighting, since they were the closest to the treeline border and the goblins. ?He determined the number of archers and swordsmen that were required, and the assignments were handled by either Sal'Sumarathar's Head Councilor or Chief Executor.
Caelfel Gyssedlues, at the age of seventy-six, was a young she-elf that had been called to the day's hunting party. ?She had been assigned a partner, an elf veteran named Tahlmus, and they would each be responsible for ensuring the other's safety.
Caelfel noted that the hunting party was not large. ?There were three other pairs in their group, and she knew of two other groups that roamed the forest with them. ?They had spent the majority of the morning searching for the characteristic fires of the goblins and they presently spotted the billowing pillars of smoke that were the telltale indicator of their location. ?They spurred their horses in the direction of the thick smoke.
The suffocating haze made Caelfel's eyes burn and water. ?She tied a scarf around her face and had just raised her sword when a green, leathery goblin suddenly came hurtling towards her out of the blinding smoke. ?Her eyes met the bulbous black orbs of the creature's before her blade impaled its compact torso, and the creature's corpse fell limply to the ground, leaving trails of black blood on her sword. ?She wiped it off on the back of her leather bracers before sheathing it to pull out her bow.
Three more goblins descended from the trees, and Caelfel nocked three arrows to meet them. ?The arrows pierced their tiny skulls, and Caelfel rode on, following Tahlmus through the ambush.
They hacked their way through the swarm of goblins. ?During the midst of the fray, a goblin fell onto Caelfel's shoulders, digging its long nails into her cheeks. ?Her horse pranced sideways in surprise. She reached behind her head to throw it from her back.
It held onto her arm and bit down on her elbow. ?Caelfel cried out in pain, and Tahlmus dispatched the pest without hesitation. ?Its corpse fell to the ground with the others.
Within the hour, most of the goblins had fled or been dispatched. ?She compared her kill record with that of Tahlmus, reporting that she had taken the lives of sixty-three goblins. ?Tahlmus had little over forty.
They regrouped with the others of their division, and Caelfel realized with some embarrassment that she was the only one bleeding, and elves could easily detect the blood of their own kind. ?She wiped her dripping cheeks with a sleeve.
When the shrieks and the cries of the goblins had quieted, the mages of the hunting party went to work extinguishing the fires. ?Caelfel found it easier to breathe after that, but the odor of scorched trees and corpses still hung in the air.
Before they returned to Sal'Sumarathar, Caelfel and another elf named Winwaloe searched the piles of goblins to ensure there were no survivors. ?They left their horses with the group to do this, while Caelfel went in one direction and Winwaloe in the other.
The trail of goblin corpses led her a distance away from the others, and soon she was surrounded by the silence of the forest. ?As she kicked over piles of goblins, Caelfel's thoughts wandered to her induction examinations that were scheduled for the following day and would determine whether she would be permitted to study magic at the College of Sal'Sumarathar. ?The thought made her stomach give a nervous flip, and Caelfel fretted over the task of performing simple magic in front of Headmaster Nimuath.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a sudden, shrill cry pierced the silence that had surrounded her. ?Caelfel's head snapped up to see a wounded goblin scampering towards her. ?Having left her bow with her horse, she quickly reached for her sword but before she had time to draw it, an arrow whizzed towards the goblin. ?The creature toppled back to the ground.
Caelfel turned to look for the archer, thinking Winwaloe had ventured in the opposite direction. ?She was surprised by what she saw.
There was another elf riding toward her on a black horse, a bow in his hands. ?Caelfel recognized the dark hair that fell past his face and knew that his name was Feraan Auvrearaheal and that he was reputed to be the most hated elf of the Honey Water Empire. ?She had never met him but as the dark-haired elf continued to approach, she thought that she soon might.
"You can claim that one as your kill, if you want," he said, nodding to the goblin at her feet
Caelfel attempted a smile but then realized it was hidden by the scarf tied around her face. ?She did not know why he had his reputation, only that other elves generally gave him a wide berth. ?
Feraan looked pointedly to the scratches on her cheek that still leaked blood and arched an eyebrow. ?"Did one of them bite you?"
Caelfel's?fingers gently touched the marks on her face. ?Feraan turned to rummage through one of his saddlebags. ?While he was thus distracted, Caelfel noticed that his horse had peculiar milky red eyes but she thought it might be rude to inquire.
At that moment Feraan turned back to her and tossed a small, rubber-stoppered bottle. ?"Here."
Caelfel caught it, wondering how someone who was deserving of the reputation as the most hated elf of Honey Water could possess such generosity. ?She examined the bottle for a moment.
"It's not poison," Feraan said. "Put it on your cheek. Do you have a name, youngling?"
She straightened her back. ?"I'm not a youngling-"
"Caelfel?" Tahlmus answered, calling for her. ?"Caelfel, where are you? ?We should not tarry." ?She looked around for Tahlmus, but the veteran was not yet in sight. ?She turned back to Feraan who looked surprised by her name, but the expression was gone as quickly as it came.
"Gyssedlues?" he said. ?But Caelfel was not given a chance to respond. The sound of a rapidly approaching horse came from behind Feraan and distracted him. ?Caelfel only saw a glint of silver before a goblin that had escaped the earlier massacre jumped her.
"Caelfel?" came Tahlmus again. ?She fell to the ground, struggling to get the creature off of her. ?She reached for her sword and heard the wet sound it made as she hacked into the goblin. ?It stopped moving, and Caelfel looked at its wide, lifeless eyes. The scarf she had tied around her face had slipped off, and Caelfel picked it up from where it lay near her feet.
The goblin's high pitched shrieks had momentarily rendered her deaf, causing the world around her tilt slightly. She waited for the ringing to cease before she turned to Feraan again, tying her scarf around her belt.
But Feraan was no longer towering above her. ?His horse was gone, as was the mysterious glint of silver, and an elf lay face down on the ground before her, streaks of blood staining the back o
f his cloak.
"Feraan?" she said tentatively, wondering if it was silly to expect a response. ?She crouched above him to turn his face over. ?His closed eyes and shallow breath indicated he was unconscious.
Someone had obviously attacked him, and Caelfel wondered what sort of weapon could render its victim unconscious so quickly.
"Caelfel?" ?Tahlmus was beside her now. ?"What kept you-" ?But the veteran fell silent when he saw the answer to his own question.
"Someone just attacked him. ?He was talking to me only moments ago. ?A goblin fell on me, and I didn't see what happened." ?Caelfel was shocked and alarmed and she looked to Tahlmus for answers, but none of her panic seemed to penetrate him.
"Let's go. ?We should not keep the others waiting," Tahlmus said, taking the reins of his horse with a tighter grip.
"What of him?" Caelfel asked, wondering how Tahlmus could miss the sharp scent of elf blood that overpowered the stench of goblins around them.
"That is no one, Caelfel," the veteran answered coldly.
Caelfel looked to him, confused. ?"Are you blind? ?He is someone, and we cannot leave him here to die."
Something dark flashed through the veteran's eyes, and Caelfel was suddenly reminded of Feraan's infamous reputation and wondered about the reason behind it. ?"He is condemned, Caelfel. ?There is nothing to save."
"Don't be ridiculous. ?He is still breathing."
But Tahlmus leveled his gaze in a way that made Caelfel think he meant the word differently. ?"Come. ?You've wasted enough time on him." ?Tahlmus extended his hand to her, but Caelfel backed away from it and offered him only a hard stare.
"You want him to die," she guessed slowly. ?She saw the truth of her statement flash in Tahlmus's eyes, and this realization sent cold shivers down her spine.
"He will die, Caelfel, and Honey Water will be rid of his burden."
"But why?" she insisted in a hollow voice. ?The glass bottle Feraan had given her was warm against her fingertips when she touched it. ?Caelfel was surprised she had not dropped it when the goblin attacked her. ?"He is an elf, and he was kind to me. ?This is murder."
"You should not let his handsome face fool you. ?He is a clever liar who only bodes ill for the rest of elvenkind. ?An execution is not murder."
Caelfel's mouth fell open slightly. ?"Execution?" she repeated. ?"You mean that this was planned?"
But Tahlmus would answer no more of her questions. ?"It is time to return to the others. ?Forget what you saw, Caelfel. ?It is for the best."
Caelfel imagined herself leaving with Tahlmus and forgetting her meeting with Feraan in the forest and found it was not an easy task. ?She had met him, and he had given her medicine. ?Caelfel could never leave him to die alone in the forest.
"Go without me, then, because I cannot leave him."
"You don't understand! ?There is no help for him-"
"I am not going to argue the matter of another elf's life," Caelfel hissed, her rage suddenly swelling at Tahlmus for his cruelty.
Her resolution seemed to surprise him, and Tahlmus left her surrounded by dead goblins and the most hated elf of Honey Water. ?She waited until the sounds of his departure were gone before she went to further inspect Feraan's condition. ?Still unconscious, he hadn't much changed. ?Caelfel whistled for Rowan, her faithful mare.
It did not take long for Rowan to appear from the trees. ?Caelfel wrapped her arms under Feraan and lifted him, vaguely aware of how Feraan's congealing blood stained her clothes. ?When she had secured Feraan to her saddle, Caelfel stowed the bottle he had given her inside her cloak. ?Then she settled herself in the saddle behind Feraan and raced back to the city of Sal'Sumarathar, frantic thoughts whirling through her head. ?It seemed that elves were not only a secret race but a vengeful one.
It was almost spring, but as Rowan sped past trees, the air felt as cold as the deepest part of winter. ?The rushing wind pushed Caelfel's hair back and exposed the stinging cuts on her face. ?They had not been far from Sal'Sumarathar, and as they reached the woodland city, Caelfel wondered what she could possibly do to help Feraan. ?She knew nothing about the magical art of healing or of alchemical potions that would revive an elf. ?Feraan needed a healer, but based on Tahlmus's initial reaction to the elf, Caelfel doubted she would be able to find one willing to help.
Her father had trained as a healer and was fluent in the language of alchemy, but Caelfel knew he was not home. ?When they entered town, Caelfel tested her luck with the first healer's door she passed. ?Elves that walked the streets stared, but Caelfel didn't know if it was because she brought her horse into town or because she brought a particular passenger. ?Her instinct leaned toward the latter.
Awen Baeltylar answered the door when Caelfel called. ?The healer took one look at the patient and immediately slammed the door in Caelfel's face. ?Caelfel was not surprised but loudly cursed the she-elf all the same. ?By the time she turned from the closed door, the elves of Sal'Sumarathar were openly staring. ?Caelfel did her best to ignore them, irritated with their curiosity and their indifference, and urged Rowan forward to find another solution.
They turned when the dirt street veered to an empty path, and Caelfel paused to check on Feraan. ?His skin had taken on an alarming gray sheen and was ice-cold to the touch. ?She threw her weather cloak over his recognizable face to prevent others from staring but wondered at the usefulness of her efforts. ?Gray skin did not bode well for a living elf.
But he was still breathing, so she decided to try another healer, one close to her home. ?Caelfel was friends with this healer and knew him to be kind and a trifle handsome. ?When she reached his dwelling, Caelfel dismounted and approached the wooden door painted the signature green color of a healer. ?She heard latches opening and recognized the elf that came to the door.
"Caelfel?" said Thoroth Orletylar when he opened the door. ?"Is there something wrong?"
Caelfel struggled for words. ?"I need your help. ?I have someone who needs your help."
"What is wrong? Who needs my help?" ?He craned his neck to see who was with her, but Caelfel moved to block his line of sight.
"You must promise you will do everything you can to save him," she insisted. ?Thoroth's expression turned doubtful, and she touched a pleading hand to his arm. ?"Please? I would be very grateful for your help."
"Save him?" Thoroth repeated suspiciously.
"Promise," she insisted severely.
Thoroth gave a half-smile. ?"If I don't, it would not affect me either way. ?You can let me see him, or he will stay to die where he is while I will be none the worse for it," he pointed out.
Caelfel deliberated and nodded. ?She stepped out of his way, and Thoroth went to retrieve the unconscious elf from Rowan. ?Before he reached his house, Caelfel's cloak shifted, revealing Feraan's face. ?The sight made Thoroth freeze, and for a moment, Caelfel feared that he would just drop Feraan where he was.
Thoroth turned to her. ?"What business do you have with the most hated elf of Honey Water?" ?Thoroth tried to keep his voice neutral, but Caelfel detected a hint of bitterness from the healer.
She shook her head. ?"No business. ?He was attacked in the forest. ?I couldn't just leave him."
"Everyone else would have," Thoroth muttered darkly. ?His tone surprised her.
"You would abandon an elf to die?" she asked, appalled.
"I would not abandon any other elf. ?I would abandon him."
"I don't care who he is. ?I'm going to save him."
"Caelfel, he is a murderer."
Caelfel was taken aback by the statement but she did not let it visually affect her. ?She remained resolute, "He was kind to me. ?I'm going to at least repay that kindness. ?You can help me or not, but if you don't, I shall not know what to do."
Thoroth exhaled sharply through his nose, and Caelfel knew that he disapproved. ?"This is a mistake, but I will look him over. ?Mind you, I'm not doing it for him."
Caelfel beamed at Thoroth and stretched to kiss his cheek to show her gratitude. ?Thor
oth lingered for a moment when her lips brushed against his face and then turned away towards his home. ?Caelfel picked up her fallen cloak and followed him inside.
It was not uncommon for healers to refashion the front room of their dwelling for their occupation, and Thoroth was no exception. ?The raised examination table was visible from inside the doorway. ??Glass bottles lined the shelves and dried plants hung from the ceiling. ?Caelfel suppressed the urge to look curiously around the home of Thoroth. ?There had been occasions when she had been inside this room to deliver alchemy ingredients from her father, but despite her curiosity on those occasions, Caelfel never had had the chance to examine everything. ?Now she focused her attention on Feraan as Thoroth gently placed him on the pallet. ?Thoroth checked him over, pressing two fingers at specific points on Feraan's chest. After a moment of this, he looked up.
"I'll have to turn him over. ?The entry wounds are on his back." ?Caelfel helped him do this and began to surreptitiously inspect Thoroth's home while the healer began cutting away Feraan's tunic. ?She preoccupied herself by naming the various plants Thoroth had hung from nails in the walls and rafters. ?She easily recognized stinging nettles and some calendula next to that but Caelfel wasn't sure if the berry cluster beside them was honey dew berries or something else.
She braved a glance back to Thoroth and saw he was busy poking around Feraan's wound. ?Caelfel continued roaming around the room. ?She was about to set the cloak on a table when she felt the glass bottle protruding from its pocket. ?Caelfel kept her back to Thoroth and took it out as discreetly as she could. ?She dabbed a few drops of the medicine on her fingertips and applied it to the scratches on her cheek. ?There was the slightest tingling sensation, and then she felt a small amount of warmth spreading across her face. ?She briefly checked her dim reflection in the bottle and saw that the ragged marks had disappeared without a trace.
She wondered if she could have just used Feraan's medicine to save him but thought it better if a proper healer looked him over. ?"It was strange," she commented, stuffing the bottle back into her pocket before turning to Thoroth. ?"He had been talking to me before that happened. ?A goblin fell on me, and when I looked at him again, he was unconscious on the ground. ?I don't know of any weapon that could bring him down so fast."
"I'm assuming you killed that goblin in the same amount of time. ?Something else could have done the same to him," Thoroth said as he glanced up at her.
Caelfel gave a noncommittal shrug. ?"It was still strange."
Thoroth produced something from his examination, and held it up to the light for her to see. ?"We know what weapon was used."
Caelfel took the piece of flint covered in congealed blood with a thumb and forefinger. ?"It's an arrowhead." ?She tilted it and wiped some of the bloody mess away with her thumb. ?"It's an elvish arrowhead." ?At Thoroth's indication, she dropped it in a metal dish on the nearby table.
"That's not all. ?He's been poisoned."
"Poisoned?" Caelfel repeated. ?She turned back to Thoroth. ?"Someone really wanted him dead, then."
"Are you surprised? ?There's nothing I can do for poison. ?I'm sorry, Caelfel."
At this, Caelfel whirled around to face him. ?"You cannot cure poison? ?Why not?"
"The base ingredient for the cure of any poison was a flower that is now extinct. ?It was native to Amasel and the flower died with the city."
Caelfel looked away and merely said, "Oh."
Amasel had been an elvish city in the Fey Forest that had been destroyed nearly a century ago. ?All of the Amasel citizens were discovered dead one day, without explanation. ?It was a mysterious tragedy, perhaps the largest of elvish history.
"Is there not another plant you can use in its stead?" Caelfel asked.
"There's no way of telling what sort of cure he needs without dissecting his dead body."
Caelfel turned her devastated gaze to Feraan's face. ?She touched his cheek again, and it felt cold as ice and hard as stone. ?"You won't help him, then?" she asked mutely.
"There's nothing I can to do to help him, Caelfel. ?I am truly sorry."
She looked around the room. ?"There's nothing you have that can draw out the poison? ?And no other healer has anything?"
"We have not had anything for poison in the last half-century. ?I'm sorry, but there is no hope for him."
"You mean all he can do is die?" Caelfel asked, turning her back to Thoroth. ?When he turned around to replace his instruments on a shelf, a curling scroll caught her attention with its shimmering ink. ?The heading of a Royal Decree made her pause, and Feraan's name spelled out in bold letters made her slip it secretly under her cloak.
"You don't have to watch him. ?You can leave him here, and I'll take care of all the rites," Thoroth said, facing her again. He bent down and began covering Feraan's face with a black veil.
"No," she said quickly, ripping the veil from Thoroth's hands. ?"He'll come with me. ?I will take care of him."
"Caelfel, there's nothing you can do."
She dignified him with a hard stare. ?"I still have to try, Thoroth."
"And what will you do?" he asked, straightening from his hunched position over Feraan.
Caelfel sighed, avoiding his gaze. ?"I don't know."
Thoroth was obviously reluctant to allow Caelfel to take off with Feraan, but she was irritable and impatient. ?Soon, Thoroth bent to her manner and became obliging, carrying Feraan back to her horse and securing him there. ?Caelfel couldn't stand to look at the still face as a panic began rising in her throat. ?If Thoroth could do nothing as a healer, there was little she could expect to do instead.
She hesitated on Rowan before taking off, and Thoroth stood below her, as if waiting for the right words to come to his lips.
"Will you be applying at the college tomorrow?" he finally asked.
Caelfel had a vague recollection of fretting over the entrance exams, but that was far from her concern now. ?She merely nodded.
"I have a friend coming down from Yamalvon tonight who will be too. ?She'll be staying with me while she attends the college. ?Her name is Garvanna. ?You should speak to her if you meet."
Caelfel gave Thoroth a blank stare and said nothing more to him, choosing instead to spur Rowan away from the dwelling of the useless healer. ?Her eyes burned as she wondered what she would do and where she should take him.
She eventually decided to take the most hated elf of Honey Water to her house, because it was not far from Thoroth's and she assumed every other useless healer would reject him, just as Thoroth had done ?Caelfel didn't take Feraan inside, though. ?Instead, she stopped Rowan just inside her family's garden. ?She carried Feraan all the way to the bathing area and set him on the low stone platform next to the water fountain before closing the gauzy curtains around them. ?She knelt on the ground beside Feraan, increasingly aware of the longer gaps between his short breaths.
He would be dead soon, she knew, but Caelfel didn't want that on her conscience. ?She thought back to their first and incredibly brief conversation and wondered how anyone could hate an elf who so willingly offered help. ?He did not seem like a murderer to her, because she did not suspect murderers would give away medicine without prompting. ?Although, they might. ?Perhaps if he was awake, Feraan would know what to do about his situation, but then Caelfel realized he would not wake ever again. ?She would never speak to him. ?Caelfel restlessly combed anxious fingers through her hair as the hopeless despair crushed her chest. ?She rocked herself back and forth as a small wail escaped from her throat.
She had never killed an elf and she considered herself responsible for Feraan's life. ?If he died under her care, that was a loss she could not bear.
She pushed her hair to one side of her neck, and her hand brushed against the chain of her amulet. ?Caelfel looked down at the grape cluster shape of her charm and felt as though she had her answer. ?She quickly unfastened the amulet and put it around Feraan's neck. ?It was a protective amulet given to Caelfel by her mother, and Caelfel's fat
her had modified it specifically to shield the wearer from certain intrusive evils, poison included. ?She wasn't sure if this method would work on Feraan but Caelfel held her breath as she waited.
It was nearly an hour before she saw any effect. ?His breathing regained measured consistency, and his deathly pallor was slowly replaced by a more healthy and natural color. ?Caelfel sighed, and it was a relief that unknotted her stomach. ?She realized he would live now, and Caelfel was glad.
With the immediate danger out of the way, she went to read the scroll she had pilfered from Thoroth's counter and saw it was indeed a Royal Decree issued by the Council of Sal'Sumarathar. ?Caelfel felt her fingers grow cold as she slowly learned that by saving Feraan's life, she had committed a very serious crime. ?The decree ordered every healer to refuse their service to the elf Feraan Auvrearaheal. ?Healing him would be considered as an act against nature, a crime of high treason.
Caelfel transferred her gaze to Feraan's seemingly innocent face. ?Saving his life had been a crime, and she realized the objective of the entire hunting party was to kill him. ?That was why Awen Baeltylar shut the door in her face and why Thoroth was so reluctant. ?But Tahlmus had seen, as well as the masses of Sal'Sumarathar. ?They would know of her crime, and strangely, Caelfel was unafraid of the consequences. ?She had saved a life, and that was all that mattered to her. ?But the notion that the Council of Sal'Sumarathar would organize such measures to eliminate him astounded her.
She continued staring at Feraan's face. ?"What did you do to deserve such injustice?"
2. Eye of Ewyn
Feraan awoke when it was dark, and it felt as though a bolt of lightning coursed through him. ?He sat up panting and struggled to name where he was. ?The bathing fountain and the floral scents around him were unfamiliar. ?Feraan was sure that he had been in the middle of the hunting party, but the garden around him suggested he was back in Sal'Sumarathar. ?Nothing suggested how.
He remembered a girl. ?A name came to him. ?Gyssedlues. ?And then-
And then he fell. ?That was all he had left of the memory.
Feraan looked at the garden around him and the name popped into his head again. ?Gyssedlues. ?Eviat and Sylaera Gyssedlues. ?But that wasn't who he saw in the forest. ?He had seen their daughter Caelfel. ?Perhaps it was she who brought him here. ?He was at the Gyssedlues home. ?The familiar cloak and glass bottle at his feet were telling enough. ?He had given her the bottle of medicine when she was wearing the cloak.
But there was something else in the pile, and further inspection revealed that it was a Royal Decree. ?Specifically, it was a Royal Decree forbidding anyone to save his life. ?But it would seem that Caelfel had.
She had also set aside his things-his bow and quiver and a pack-neatly next to the curtain which sealed off the rest of the garden. ?He quietly gathered these things when he noticed an amulet around his neck. ?He thought about removing it but decided against it, figuring it had been given to him for a reason. ?He pushed the amulet from his mind and prepared to leave the Gyssedlues garden for his own home, but then a notion struck him.
Leaving without notice would be rude, and Feraan considered that for a few moments. ?He shrugged the idea away. ?He had not bothered himself with manners in nearly a century and he wasn't going to begin now. ?It was late, an attempt had been made on his life, and he wanted to return to his home. ?Feraan did not have the patience to ponder on the implications of someone saving his life.
He saw lights inside the house but did not feel up to the task of conversation. ?He left, then, deciding the Gyssedlues girl could keep his glass bottle.
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