Eliesmore and the Green Stone

by Angela J. Ford

  They were stupid. He’d taken too much of their minds and their free will. He’d tried to keep them from revolting and sought to keep them as his submissive servants, unlike Magdela, who had gone rogue. He approved of her, but he missed her two-faced betrayal. She had been his masterpiece, his ultimate decoy. But now he needed to trust his daughters; they had to do his bidding in order for his plan to succeed. It would be much easier to draw the power from Eliesmore than to attempt to dissolve the Green Stone. Besides, it would not work if he tried to dissolve it. Only Eliesmore could dissolve the Green Stone, a fact he’d been bitterly angry to discover. It meant he had to wait, years and years, while time flittered away from him and his brother and sister grew impatient.

  “Father?” one asked.

  “Never call me that,” he barked at her. It was imperative the mortals did not know they were blood of his blood.

  “How should we track them? They have powerful mortals and immortals traveling with them.”

  “The same blood that runs through your veins runs through one of theirs. Use the bloodline to find and track them.”

  They looked at him. They were too stupid to be surprised.

  “Listen. Be sure you cross the Jaded Sea before the company does. We must make it look like we are obeying the wishes of my brother and sister. Attack them and drive them into the mountains, but keep them away from my sister, lest she senses them coming. If they pass too close to her domain, she will take the Green Stone, and we will be left in ruin. Do whatever it takes.”

  They nodded, fingers twitching.

  “Go,” he thundered at them. “Before I punish you!”

  As they fled, he watched their dark figures fleeing in and out of the shadows, and he remembered when their mother had returned to him thirteen years after the birth of their first child.

  67

  Eliesmore

  He woke later. His first breath was a gasp of pain before air slid through his body. One hand clenched the bag holding the Green Stone while the other he used to touch his chest. It was wrapped in a bandage, but his Jeweled Sword had been returned to its resting place by his side. Above him, sloped rock melded into stalagmites hanging from the ceiling, and he jerked, thinking he was back in the Holesmoles. As he turned his head, he could see daylight streaming in from a crack about a foot wide and four feet long. With relief, he remembered they were in a cave in the gorge, hiding from the Rakhai.

  Zhane sat by the crack; his eyes watched the scenery outside of the cave. One arm was wrapped tightly around Arldrine’s waist. Her leg was bandaged and propped up on a rock. Her eyes were downcast as she focused on cleaning her dagger.

  Eliesmore drew in a sharp breath; the flutter of terror passed over his heart as his eyes fell on the next person. Idrithar lay flat on his back. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale. It was a sight Eliesmore had never seen. He could not recall ever seeing Idrithar sleep. Seeing him cast down meant something was quite wrong.

  Visra lay on her stomach. Her wings were stretched out, although one was bent in half as if someone with powerful hands had reached up and snapped it. Either she was asleep or she had gone deep within herself because she lay still as death. Perhaps she was dead. Eliesmore shuddered.

  Yamier and Wekin had been propped against a boulder, keeping them in a sitting position even as they slept. A bandage covered Wekin’s head while Yamier’s eyes stared, unblinking, as if he were being drawn into a horrific trance.

  Glashar’s face was white, her shoulder was bandaged, and her large eyes blinked as if she could keep the pain away. One hand was entwined in Dathiem’s. Dathiem’s face was haggard and drawn. It was as if he had expended all of his strength.

  Eliesmore turned his head, attempting to keep the pain from jabbing his innards again. Ellagine was curled up in a corner; most of her tinted, transparent hair covered her face. Whether she was wounded or not, Eliesmore could not tell.

  Last, he searched for Optimistic, whose tunic was ripped open and his shirt was stained with blood. He appeared more bruised than wounded.

  The Rakhai had attacked at last. There was no time to rest and heal; Eliesmore could feel the power of the Green Stone pulsing in his hands. It was time to rise and time to dissolve the Green Stone and be done with his first quest. Instead of fear, he felt anger rise up, and he squeezed the stone in frustration.

  He recalled his flight from the Holesmoles and his thoughts as he climbed out of the depths while the great beast roared behind him. What was the beast? Was it coming for them? How would he dissolve the Green Stone if the Changers lay in wait? He could not fight the Rakhai. How could he expect to fight greater beings like the Changers? If they guarded the fountain where the Green Stone would be dissolved, he would have to fight his way past them. He would be killed, the Green Company would be ripped to shreds, and the last thread of hope for the South World would be broken.

  Laying there and observing his companions, he found it easy to see how the world belonged to the Changers. What were they waiting for? What were the Rakhai waiting for? A thought he had never thought before came to his mind. What if this were all a trap? What if he was a pawn in an elaborate game? Frustration overcame him, and he continued to squeeze the stone until he passed out again.

  As the night wore on, Eliesmore felt something shining. He opened his eyes, thinking it was daylight. Instead, he found himself in a vision. A pale green light flowed from his hands, and when he lifted them, he saw he was holding the Green Stone. The light from it flowed like a cord from a vine, its ends wrapping around the company. The first vine twirled around him, covering his bandages until he felt his bones meld back together. Just before he felt his ribs seal together, the vine dropped away, leaving his healing incomplete.

  The vine drifted across the silver glow of the cave, curling around Arldrine’s feet. Eliesmore could see her as the Rakhai chased her down. She lifted her bow; a horse reared and kicked out at her. She ducked, spinning out of the way, only to be run over by another horse. It trod on her foot, smashing bone and ligaments as she screamed. The green light lessened the pain; it stretched her foot out, bringing the bones to the brink of recovery.

  Four Monrages had surrounded Idrithar, hemming him in and taunting him. They tossed black light at him and laughed as he tried to fight all of them at once. One reached out, grabbed his heart with her hands, found the core of his desires, and drank them until she was full. When they kicked him over the edge, his mind was broken and his power was dormant. As he slept, a golden light filled his mind, wrapping him in peace.

  Zhane felt his confidence build; he had been through worst. He would lead the company through the mountain of fire and on to the Constel Heights. They would succeed.

  Wekin had run with Yamier, the Rakhai behind them, hurling fireballs into their heads. Wekin remembered the world exploding and his sight going dark. When he woke, his eyes hurt, and his head ached with the burning of an undying fire. As the vines reached him, the roar subsided into a pulsing dullness.

  Yamier had no memories. He saw a light. Silver. Gold. Black. Green. As the vine curled around his foot, his thoughts took form; he recalled his name. He knew who he was. He was a hunter, and a smile touched his lips as he dreamed of chasing wild boar on the mountains.

  Glashar had heard the crunch of bone shattering and turned to see Arldrine screaming in agony. Turning away from the edge, Glashar ran to save Arldrine. As Glashar reached a hand out, a boulder smashed into her shoulder, ripping her socket out of joint. The impact happened too quickly for her to do anything. She froze, her face turning white, with her mouth wide open. Dathiem was there, snatching her up with one arm and reaching for Arldrine with the other. As the light caressed her face, she felt the pain in her shoulder fade, leaving only stiffness.

  Visra was flying when one of the black balls of fire ripped into her. She laughed through the pain, waving her sword and diving. How she miscalculated, she did not know; her reach was impeccable. Without warning, the power of flight
forsook her. She crashed into the ground, one of her wings bending and snapping as the Rakhai galloped away. She sprained her arm as she rolled over into the gorge. The vines threaded over her wing, folding it back into place and allowing it to heal.

  The vine slide around Optimistic’s waist, finding the bruise from the nasty kick from the Monrages. No bones were broken; his cuts and bruises would heal if they were given time.

  Dathiem woke with a start. He and Zhane, who kept watch, had come out of the fray unharmed. Dathiem squinted. His eyes followed the green light as it rippled and disappeared, curling back up within itself.

  Silver light danced across the cave, twirling between the stalagmites, as Eliesmore opened his eyes. He still held the stone in his hand, and he looked down at the bag, curious about what had transpired that night. His eyes met Optimistic. “The Green Stone.” Eliesmore held it up.

  Optimistic smiled as he scooted over. “Thank you for saving it. I tried…” He shrugged, the smile sliding his face. “If it hadn’t been for you, I fear what would have happened.”

  Eliesmore blew out his breath, handing the stone to Optimistic. “You are the Keeper. This belongs to you.”

  “What happened last night?” Zhane spoke from the far side, and Eliesmore noticed they were all awake. “There was a green light. Was that you, Ellagine?”

  Ellagine sat cross-legged against the back of a wall; she seemed unharmed as she shook her hair back. “No, I am not a Healer. I thought Dathiem recovered some lost healing resources.”

  “No.” Dathiem raised his eyebrows. “I felt it, too.”

  “It was not a power I have felt before,” Idrithar spoke softly, his eyes half shut. “I think there is another explanation for this.”

  “What is it?” Wekin touched his head as if it hurt to speak. “Are there other White Steeds out there with power?”

  “Nay,” Idrithar hushed him. “It means the balance is swaying; the powers are awakening. It means it is time for us to go to the Constel Heights.”

  As if confirming his words, Optimistic took the Green Stone out of the bag. Cupping it in his hands, he admired the light drifting from it. Eliesmore, who was closest, looked over, and he thought he detected a silver line running across the stone. Was the stone waking up? A thrill of anticipation surged through Eliesmore. Before he could ask further questions, Optimistic hid the stone, and the moment was gone.

  “The Rakhai are still out there,” Zhane said. “On the far side of the canyon.”

  “We have to go another way,” Arldrine remarked. “We cannot face them again.”

  “Where will we go?” Yamier paused rummaging through his pack; he was counting portions of food.

  “We shall walk under the mountain of fire.” Idrithar grunted. “The entrance can be reached through this cave. We must go stealthily, lest the dranagins awake.”

  “Dranagins,” Wekin whispered, his eyes shining.

  “Dranagins,” Yamier echoed.

  Dranagins. They were great lizard-like beasts with the power to spew fire from their snouts. Tales spoke of a dranagin’s ability to fly; it was rumored that dranagins, unlike Wyverns, had the capacity to speak the common tongue.

  Eliesmore crawled across the smooth cave floor toward Ellagine, biting his lip in pain as his half-healed ribs poked his soft insides.

  “Did they hurt you?” He eased up beside her, leaning against the cool wall.

  She raised her thin eyebrows. The silver reflection of the cave cast odd hues on the slope of her cheekbones.

  “No.” Her gaze pinpointed the crack where daylight filtered in. “There has been a shift in the balance of power. I have been gone too long. It’s fading.”

  “What powers?” He attempted to catch her eyes. She lifted her chin, refusing to look at him.

  “The power of the Iaens. It was foretold that if the Iaens are gone from the lands of Shimla for too long, their powers will weaken and fade. I feel it happening to me.” She lifted a hand, watching the green hue. It did not shine with the same potency. “The Rakhai are gaining power; we are losing. I cannot go much farther with you, Eliesmore.” At her last words, she dropped her brave stance, her dark eyes meeting his. “Mortality reaches out a hand to strike. I’d hoped perhaps the old laws would roll back and give us grace.”

  “There is grace,” he assured her, thinking of the Green Stone. “We are close to the Constel Heights.”

  “I do not speak of the quest to dissolve the Green Stone because when you succeed, you will balance the powers of light and darkness, bringing a great war between the mortals and immortals. Nay, I speak of my own power. I was not attacked; I was not hurt because I cannot hurt them back. I have nothing left to give.”

  “Ellagine,” he breathed. It seemed as if a claw of evil hung about him, sucking the power of light from the air.

  “I don’t tell you this to frighten you,” she said quickly, straightening. “You know why you are going on the quest, and with that decision comes knowledge. You have heard tales of heroes, but the lore of the world and the ways of the wicked have been hidden from you, with good reason. You do not want to know all the hidden secrets of the dark, but beware lest they lead you to devastation.”

  Eliesmore opened his mouth to speak and closed it, unsure of what else to say.

  68

  Eliesmore

  “Lead the way, Zhane,” Idrithar suggested after they had rested another day.

  The dim ray of sunrise cast shadowy hues across the cave, making the silver rock dance like a jeweled chandelier.

  Zhane weaved his way to the back of the cave while the company gathered their packs, doing their best to ignore half-healed wounds. Wekin had carved Arldrine a crutch; she leaned on it as she limped forward. The rest wore fresh bandages as they gritted their teeth, determined to travel through the pain.

  Zhane ran his hands over rock. He tapped some and put his ear on others, listening. At last, he paused at the boulder Eliesmore had leaned upon when he was talking to Ellagine. Placing his hands on the surface, Zhane pushed. The stone rolled away, revealing a square opening. “Watch your head,” he warned the company. Ducking, he stepped across.

  Yamier and Wekin were the first to follow, doing little to mask the curious grins on their faces. Optimistic hopped across, and Eliesmore followed. His eyes were wide as he stepped over the threshold onto a path. The pathway zigzagged through the mountain, widening as it went. The sides dropped away in a sharp incline, rolling down into the depths hundreds of feet below them. As they walked, Eliesmore found his eyes drawn upwards. Unlike the Holesmoles, the mountain of fire was full of light. Silver stalagmites hung down in clumps, reflecting silver and gold. At times, hints of rubies and green emeralds stood out, while it seemed flecks of silver covered the path.

  “Dranagin scales,” Zhane noted when Wekin picked them up, holding them to the light.

  “If there were a trade route, we’d be rich,” Yamier announced, snatching up a handful and dropping it into his pack.

  “Are there jewels down there?” Wekin tiptoed to the edge, peering over.

  “Do you plan to come back here to hunt?” Optimistic chuckled, his aura of ease imbuing the air with peace.

  Wekin’s eyes sparkled.

  “Treasure. Jewels.” Dathiem spoke up. “Yes, you can find them here. If you want them, you need to go through the dranagins. What are you going to do about them?”

  A ball of white smoke appeared above them, stretching into a ring before disappearing.

  “What was that?” Eliesmore exclaimed.

  “The dranagins have smoking contests,” Idrithar called from the rear of the company. “Never fear; they rarely come up here, but when the big one moves, the ground shakes. It is best to stay away from the edge.” Even as he spoke, he tripped, sending a scattering of rocks and scales rolling down the mountainside.

  “Idrithar.” Arldrine gasped, eyeing him with worry.

  “’Tis nothing,” he waved her concern away. “My balance is not wh
at it was.”

  When evening fell, the company collapsed with exhaustion. Eliesmore’s ribs were sore, and he could see pain mirrored on everyone else’s faces. He sank down on the path, gasping for breath. Dathiem moved from one to the other, changing bandages and dropping a word of encouragement here and there. Zhane and Ellagine remained upright, keeping watch through the night.

  Billows of smoke continued to rise above the Green Company as they walked through the mountain of fire. Once they heard a dull roar, shaking the ground, but they walked on. Eliesmore held out his hands for balance, watching the silver stalagmites shiver from the vibrations. A note rang out, high and sweet. “The song of the mountain,” Zhane told them.

  “It’s beautiful,” Optimistic breathed, lifting his face.

  Eliesmore listened as the roar came again and the song bellowed out like chimes, cascading down upon them like a waterfall. The song made him forget his aches and pains; it thudded below his feet, winding into his heart as he walked.

  As evening fell, Dathiem announced, “The path ends soon; we will be out tomorrow.”

  “One day,” Wekin remarked. “I will come back here.”

  The Green Company relaxed, sitting down on the path to rest for the night. As they unwrapped leaves of mocholeach, a mushroom of fire and smoke blasted up from beneath the mountain, searing them with heat. Eliesmore jumped back, bumping into Optimistic as if he’d been burned.

  Idrithar stood, leaning over the edge as he walked a few paces back the way they had come. "The dranagins are waking up." As if responding, another mushroom of fire billowed up, and a roar vibrated in the deep as the air shifted. "We should leave!" Idrithar sprang back as a high-pitched screech echoed.

  A vibration shook the ground. Eliesmore pitched forward as he stood, losing his footing as his companions began to shout.

  “Run!”

  “Idrithar, stand back.”