Eclipse Core (School of Swords and Serpents Book 2)

by Gage Lee

  “And, this way,” Claude said quietly, tugging at his bushy sideburns, “no one knows you’re here.”

  “Quite right,” Ariana said. “Discretion regarding our conversation here is quite important. In fact, before we continue, will you agree to a geas of silence regarding everything said at this meeting?”

  I wasn’t sure what a geas of silence was, but it was clear I wouldn’t get any more answers without agreeing to one.

  “Of course, honored Elder,” I said with a slight bow in her direction.

  A coil of jinsei wound itself around my core the instant I said the words. It was terribly uncomfortable for a moment, then faded away to a vague throb. It only took me a moment’s examination to understand what it had done. I simply wasn’t able to discuss anything said in this room with anyone. My core rebelled at the idea, but it was a little late for it to complain.

  “Can we at least eat before we beleaguer the poor boy with our demands?” Brand asked. “I don’t know what time it was when we snatched him, but I haven’t eaten in what feels like days.”

  “It was getting on toward lunchtime,” I said. “And I’m hungry, myself.”

  “Then let’s eat.” Sanrin snapped his fingers, and unseen hands suddenly pulled one of the velvet curtains aside to reveal an open archway.

  Young men dressed in black pants, white shirts, and black vests immediately entered the room. They each held a sword-like skewer of steaming meat, the pointed ends resting on trays supported by their other hands. Without a word, each of the men took up a position next to one of us at the table, placed their tray on the table, and drew a long knife from their belt.

  I was the only one that flinched, and I barely restrained my Eclipse nature from lashing out at the weapon nearest me. That would have been extremely embarrassing, at best, and deadly at worst. I couldn’t imagine how the Elders would react if an Eclipse Warrior suddenly appeared at their dinner table.

  “Easy, Jace,” Brandon said from my left. “They’re just going to carve the meat.”

  I blushed and stared down at my plate, too embarrassed to say anything. I’d never seen this much meat in one place outside of the School’s dining hall, and maybe not even there. The servers quietly announced the names of their dishes, sliced meat from the skewers, and then moved one position to the right to repeat the process.

  In a matter of minutes, my formerly empty plate was stacked high with thick slabs of herb-crusted prime rib, slices of picanha so thin I could practically see through them, bundles of bloody rare filet mignon wrapped in crispy bacon, and hunks of pork loin crusted with a layer of seared Parmesan cheese. Another set of servers, women wearing black skirts and white tops, swept into the chamber behind the meat course and deposited small dishes containing mashed potatoes sprinkled with chives and swimming in butter, spears of asparagus lined up like soldiers next to them, carrots glazed with a sauce that smelled both spicy and sweet, and tiny loaves of bread crusted with patches of bubbly, seared cheese.

  “May the Shadow Phoenix bless us all,” Elder Sanrin said.

  The elders dug into their food without another moment’s hesitation. As nervous as I was, my stomach goaded me into doing the same. I devoured bite after bite of succulent meat and savory side dishes, stuffing my belly to help calm my suspicious Eclipse nature. It sort of worked until the elders began speaking.

  “Who veiled your core?” Claude asked without preamble. “No one’s been able to penetrate it.”

  “I don’t know,” I responded. “It’s been like this my whole life.”

  Half that statement was true. Zephyr had strongly suggested that Tycho Reyes had veiled my core, though I had no proof that was true. Even dragons could be wrong, and I wasn’t sure why the elder of the Disciples of Jade Flame would have gone to such extravagant lengths to protect my secret from everyone.

  Elder Ariana skewered a nugget of filet with her fork. She fixed me with a cold stare, pulled the meat off the silver tines with perfectly white, even teeth, then chewed slowly as if considering my answer.

  “He is telling the truth,” she said at last. “I think. The veil is insidious, and it is difficult to read the boy.”

  Elder Sanrin idly stroked the waxed length of his beard as he considered this.

  “The veil is a work of considerable skill and immense power,” he said. “It is hard to believe someone would do such a thing without a very good reason. And yet, no one will admit to being the mastermind behind it. Perhaps that will work in our favor.”

  The other Elders watched me patiently, as if expecting some sort of reaction. When I kept right on eating, they turned their attention back to their own plates.

  The silence stretched over the table for an uncomfortably long time. The only sound was the quiet clink and scrape of cutlery against plates and teeth, and by the time I’d cleared my plate I was afraid if someone didn’t say something soon, I’d burst.

  “That was amazing,” Brandon said. He dabbed at the corners of his mouth with his napkin, pushed his plate toward the center of the table, and sat back further in his chair. “As always, my most sincere compliments to the chef. I see our guest has finished, as well. Perhaps it’s time to get down to business.”

  He said that last in a tone that was either ominous or joking, and I couldn’t tell which. The other elders glanced at one another, then at me, and also pushed their plates away.

  “You gave us quite a scare last year, Jace,” Elder Hirani said in a voice as smooth and soft as silk. “We do hope you forgive us for sending Hagar to... deal with the issue. But we really had no choice. You seemed rather intent on disrupting our plans.”

  “Because he wouldn’t bend the knee?” I was surprised that Claude jumped to my defense so quickly. The man hadn’t seemed to like me at all. “You can’t fault the boy for doing his best.”

  “It’s water under the bridge,” Ariana said sharply. “We did what we had to to protect ourselves and our long-term plans, Jace. Unfortunately, your discovery at the end of the last school year has done more to unravel those plans than winning challenges ever could have.”

  I carefully placed my knife and fork on my empty plate. I really wanted to ask for more picanha but decided that would have been rude. Instead, I settled for the thing I wanted next most in the world.

  Answers.

  “I’m very sorry, honored Elders,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t understand any of this. I know I attracted a lot of attention to the Shadow Phoenixes last year, and that was the reason why you sent Hagar and Deacon to kill me. Honestly, I was more than a little worried that you planned to finish the job today. What’s changed?”

  Sanrin chuckled at my question and leaned forward to eye me down the length of the table.

  “Jace, I want to be very clear about two things. First, Deacon was not acting on our orders. He’s been relocated to another educational facility this year to learn the error of his ways. Second, everything has changed since our botched assassination attempt. You discovered a member of the Locust Court hidden within the School of Swords and Serpents,” he explained. “You revealed one of the most important members of Empyreal society was a traitor and a heretic.”

  “Which embarrassed the hell out of Claude,” Brandon said with a smirk. “He’s been hunting heretics for decades without as much success as you had without even trying.”

  “I am not taking the bait, Brand,” Claude said. His hand tightened around his knife, knuckles popping loudly. “Jace was lucky, and Bishop was lazy and careless.”

  “I still don’t understand.” The combination of so many powerful cores and a belly filled with delicious, rich food had me feeling dazed and slow. “I don’t understand anything about heretics or the rest of what you’re talking about.”

  “Ah, we don’t have much time. I’ll give you the short version,” Elder Hirani said with a warm smile. “Our forebears committed a horrible crime, Jace. We’ve been trying to undo that wrong ever since. We have agents scattered th
roughout Empyreal society. They are tasked with finding and eliminating threats to the Empyrean Flame. Since the discovery of the Locust Court’s emissary last year, those threats have become more active.”

  She had to mean the anti-Flame activists. Protestors had vandalized government buildings and temples. The news I’d seen about the attacks never offered much information on what the protestors hoped to gain or even meant. There’d been some rumors of protest marches in the undercities, but I’d never seen one.

  “It’s a difficult and demanding job,” Elder Ariana continued. “Primarily because our agents risk discovery with every mission. If an operative is revealed, they become useless to us as a covert asset.”

  That made sense. Once a secret agent’s identity was no longer secret, they weren’t much good.

  “Our adversary has also gotten much cleverer these past months.” Sanrin scratched his beard and entwined his fingers in front of him. “Their surveillance has become more sophisticated and relies heavily on jinsei techniques we haven’t been able to counter. A single glimpse of an agent’s core is often enough for them to identify him or her.”

  A cold hand of dread closed around my heart. I knew where this conversation was going, and I didn’t like it.

  “You want me to be one of your agents,” I said. “Because of my veil.”

  Anxiety welled up inside me at the thought of working so closely with the elders. The veil had hidden my core from others, which was the only reason no one knew I was an Eclipse Warrior.

  But if I had to work side by side with elders, I wasn’t sure I could keep the truth from them. They were decades, maybe centuries older than I was, armed with skills I could scarcely imagine. They might figure out how to crack my veil. Or I could lose control of my Eclipse nature and reveal myself in a moment of stress. This was an incredible opportunity that was incredibly dangerous for someone with my secrets.

  “Yes,” Hirani said. “You can be a great help to us all, Jace. The anti-Flame activists threaten the very fabric of Empyreal society. We’ve kept the worst of their actions out of the public eye, but if we don’t find their leaders and stop them, soon, things will spiral out of control. We need your help to stop them, Jace. It will be dangerous, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. But your work will save lives, and there are other, more tangible rewards, as well.”

  Every eye in the room was fixed on me. My core stirred, restless as a nest of hungry serpents. Even the amount of food I’d shoveled down my gullet couldn’t calm it when I was so anxious. My Eclipse nature worried this was a deadly trap that would expose it to others. Neither of us wanted that.

  “I need some time to consider it,” I said. “This is a big decision.”

  “Of course,” Sanrin agreed. “We don’t want to rush you into anything. Take your time, Jace. When you make your decision, tell Hagar and she will convey your answer to us.”

  “Thank you, honored Elders,” I said. “I will.”

  “I must also remind you that you are bound by a geas not to speak of this meeting to anyone other than Hagar,” Elder Sanrin said. “We look forward to working with you, Mr. Warin.”

  And that was the end of our little meeting. Sanrin waved his hand in my direction, and the world dissolved into darkness.

  The Arts

  IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON when I returned to the cottage on the lake. My bedroom was empty, and when I called out for Clem, there was no answer. Not that that was much of a surprise. She’d probably gone down to get some lunch for herself.

  That left me with a few hours until dinner to occupy myself. I looked around the room for inspiration as to what to do next and spotted a scrap of paper on top of my laptop.

  “Sorry! I borrowed some of your notebook,” I read to myself. “I got too hungry to wait anymore. Come find me when you get back from your meeting. I want to hear all the gory details!”

  I chuckled at Clem’s enthusiasm and boundless curiosity. Then I grimaced when I realized I couldn’t tell her anything about what had happened. My expression deepened into a sincere frown at the thought of how Clem would respond to more secrets. She would dig and dig at whatever I didn’t tell her until I’d want to scream.

  It would be awesome to not have to carry around a bunch of secrets.

  The fact that I was an Eclipse Warrior.

  The fact that what had happened in Singapore wasn’t exactly self-defense.

  The fact that the Shadow Phoenixes served the Empyrean Flame as covert operatives.

  And, of course, the fact that my clan wanted to recruit me as one of their secret agents.

  Those dark thoughts churned up dark worries from my Eclipse nature and set me to pacing the confines of my tiny bedroom. That wouldn’t do. If I didn’t calm down, soon, I’d spend the rest of the day fighting dark urges. It was time to center myself.

  I crossed the room, opened the closet, and pulled the Manual of the New Moon off the shelf. I hadn’t had access to the Internet the entire time I’d been on tour. The trainers and handlers hadn’t thought it was a good idea to clutter my mind with current affairs or social media, so I’d spent my nights reading, hanging out with Hank, and working out. I’d been dying to do some research about Eclipse Warriors, and now I finally had a chance.

  It took me all of ten minutes to reread what I’d been able to understand from the Manual. Most of the book was just indecipherable to me, and I wasn’t sure what would let me understand more of it. Armed with what little information I had about the Eclipse Warriors, I turned my attention to the quantic laptop.

  The computer was far more advanced than the crappy desktops I’d struggled to use in the labor camp schools. My worry that I wouldn’t understand the operating system turned out to be baseless. The laptop instantly joined with my core when I laid hands on it, and my vision shifted to show me a dark background littered with icons. I mentally selected the browser symbol, and the whole World Wide Web was at my fingertips.

  With the sparse information I had from the Manual of the New Moon as a guide, I was able to research some more information about the Eclipse Warriors and the Utter War. The information I could gather was scattered all over the place, and it was hard to verify how much of it was true, but one thing was obvious: the Empyreals had been terrified of the warriors they’d created.

  I finally found a report of a battle involving a small squad of Eclipse Warriors that helped me understand why the other clans were terrified of their defenders. It was frustratingly vague, but included a line that filled me with a mixture of excitement and dread.

  “Alone and faced with impossible odds, the Warrior made his last stand at the portal. While the Expeditionary Shock Force from the Resplendent Suns retreated from the Far Horizon, the lone Eclipse held the portal against a host of Locust Court warriors for seventy-three hours before reinforcements arrived. Though the name of the heroine of the Dire Portal battle has been lost, her deeds will never be forgotten.”

  I tried to imagine that battle and couldn’t see it. Even with a fusion blade and serpents, one Eclipse Warrior would have been torn apart by so many enemies. There had to have been some technique known only to those with an Eclipse core. Something that would allow them to survive a horde. I made a note to look for that, later, and went on with my research.

  After the Dire Portal conflict, the handful of Eclipse Warriors that had remained on Earth were kept on military bases or in research labs. And then they’d been betrayed by the people they’d saved.

  Frustrated by what little I’d been able to unravel of my real clan’s past, I headed to the bed. I sat cross-legged on the mattress, the Manual in my lap, my hands on its cover, and began focused breathing to initiate my meditation.

  The process was difficult at first. My Eclipse nature was built for action and didn’t like the quiet introspection of meditation. Even with the Manual nearby, it took me most of an hour to settle into the calm rhythms that pushed jinsei through my core in steady pulses that cleansed my aura and emptied my thoughts o
f worries and fears. In the darkness behind my closed eyelids, I filled my core a little more with each inhale-and-exhale cycle. The sacred energy pushed against the walls of my core, swelling it, pushing it to capacity.

  My Eclipse nature roused itself and demanded I do something with all that power. It wanted to hunt and kill. There were enemies out there that needed to be destroyed.

  Rafael.

  Professor Ishigara.

  Hagar.

  The jinsei I’d gathered during meditation fueled the urge to lash out at those who’d wronged me. Before I could stop myself, I shoved the Manual off my lap and lurched to my feet next to the bed. I made it halfway to the stairs before I regained control of my body and froze in my tracks.

  “No,” I said, loud and clear. “I’m in charge here, not you.”

  My Eclipse nature raged at the words and nearly broke free again. The jinsei at its disposal made it so strong.

  With a shout of frustration, I forced the jinsei out of my core and into my body’s channels. I poured it through my aura and into powerful serpents. My fusion blade consumed more of the sacred energy, leaving my core only half full.

  That was better. My Eclipse nature receded into the shadows at the back of my thoughts. Satisfied my darker self wasn’t going to rip free of my control and go on a rampage, I banished my serpents and blade and flopped back down on the bed, frustrated and worried.

  I’d struggled with this all summer. To advance my core, I had to fill it with jinsei beyond its limits. But when I tried to do that, my Eclipse nature forced its way to the surface. Every time I thought I was close to a breakthrough, I had to break off my meditation and fight back the urge to do something horrible. It was a frustrating cycle that I didn’t know how to break free from.