by Stacy Reid
“Thank you, Herron,” she said, stepping back.
“Princess Shilah, for days our new…Prince Quan has had a hovercraft patrol these parts of the mountains. Many whispered that you fled the realm and would return to your rightful place. I believe these whispers have also reached his ears.”
“Thank you for the warning, I already suspected the prince might be vigilant. These caves are my home, and Prince Quan and his followers do not know them as I do. Please rest easy, Herron, I will be cautious.”
Questions swirled in his gaze, but he bowed deferentially. Kala who had stood silently during their exchange walked over to him and enfolded him in a hug. She whispered in his ears softly, telling him of a future she saw, a wife that would bring him great happiness and children.
Herron closed his eyes, and hope burned his aura bright yellow.
Kala released him and hurried over. Drawing her sister close, Shilah made her way deep underground the cavern, skirting past large crystal stalactites, and going deeper. She’d missed her home and her people. But she missed Lachlan Ravenswood with such intensity it bordered on pain.
“I am still in disbelief we are home,” Kala said, a smile on her lips but a vein of fear in her tone.
“I too am pleased, Kala.”
“You mourn him,” her sister said with a gasp of surprise.
Shilah paused. “Who?” though she full well knew her sister spoke of Lachlan Ravenswood.
“You will deny it, but I see visions of you curled on your bed, screaming your tears and sorrow into your pillow. Oh, Shilah, I never realized you had such feelings for him!”
Kala’s arms were suddenly around her, holding her tight as Shilah returned her embrace, wrapping her arms around her sister comfortingly.
“You made the right choice, and I promise you the pain of walking away from him will pass.”
Relief pierced Shilah. “You’ve seen it?”
Kala stiffened but made no reply. Shilah brushed against her mind, absorbing the images of her staring listlessly above her kingdom as snow blanketed their streets and buildings. She released her sister, and stepped back, pasting a forced smile on her lips.
“So, in eight months’ time with the arrival of winter, I will still be mourning him.” The pain of it almost felled her, and she knew then, a part of her would hunger for him always.
“But I see you…and you are alive,” Kala said, with calm logic. “That is what is most important.”
Their love affair had been brief, but she’d come to recognize what he was to her, and what another would never be. He was her warrior, her partner, her strength as well as her weakness and she had walked away. He would always cloak her with layers of protective violence if she allowed him to do it. When she would find forgiveness and administer justice, he would deliver pain and vengeance. And upon her death, which would be inevitable for her kind was not immortal, he would slaughter.
“Let’s go. We need to find proper clothes and connect with those loyal to our house.”
It took them hours, but they carefully made their way through the network of caves, pausing at intervals to seek the enemy, Shilah with her telepathy and Kala with her foresight. They made their way down the caves and ice tunnels for miles until they spilled out onto the lawns behind the building of the Senate. Shilah could have covered the journey in minutes while carrying Kala on her back, but she wasn’t ready to reveal her new abilities just yet, not even to Kala given they would soon be around other telepaths. Shilah saw the sweat glistening on Kala’s skin and heard her increased heart rate, but the journey had felt like a stroll to her. She felt like a predator roaming her jungle, aware of everything, she could even feel the subtle changes in the atmosphere as the sun dipped behind the mountain to herald the night.
The large white building loomed several meters away, climbing four stories tall, and it was the only place in Dxyriah not modernized by their advanced technology. It was not allowed within the walls of the Senate or on the grounds, and the round structure with its many round Corinthian columns and balconies had the same design that was displayed in their history books. Prince Quan had only been able to attack her coronation for it had been done in the temple of the high priestess, another place where no technology was allowed.
“There is no one ahead.”
They sprinted across the open lawns to the side of the building. Shilah stayed low, sticking as close to the side of the building as she could. In the far distance, their once vibrant city was quiet, only a few hovercrafts zipped through the skies, and only one rover craft rolled over the steel-plated road. Unable to resist, she peered up at the mountaintop which loomed high behind the Senate to Castle Ashmir, her home. Seemingly built into the rock atop the highest mountain of Dxyriah, her castle was like a small city unto itself, with at least six hundred men and ladies of the court residing there. It boasted large glass structures with sweeping terraces and turrets, gleaming pyramids, statues, and columns.
Taking a steadying breath, Shilah lifted her chin. “The map leads to an underground bunker of olden times beneath the Senate.”
“The bunker the rebellion used?”
“Yes.”
Kala closed her eyes, and energy buzzed around her and then a smile burst on her lips. “My power can be handy,” she said with a low chuckle. “Rah Blevinstoke is in that bunker now, with several loyal supporters. I see a clear path, follow me.”
Tension seeped from Shilah’s veins, and she allowed Kala to lead the way as she used her vision to guide them to a side entrance, then down the underground drains for a few minutes, and then to an iron door.
“They are in here.”
“Can you see why they are here?”
Kala closed her eyes again. “No.”
Shilah nodded, flared her powers, brushing against the mind of everyone inside the bunker. Thirty-nine people in total. She found Rah’s thread and brushed against his mind, a stirring of warmth. She felt his alarm, his hope, and his fear. Carefully by-passing the thread, he had connected with the hive Psychic Net, sliding with deft skill through his various synapses, she spoke.
“Rah, it’s Princess Shilah. I am here.”
A loud groan sounded, of iron grinding against iron as the blot of the massive door slid back, and there he stood. Ignoring protocol, he drew her into a fierce hug, his thoughts of relief and joy spilling to her.
They stepped into the upper floors of the spacious bunker, which had been designed to hold eight hundred of their people. A large table was in the center with various maps, scrolls, and legal books strew about. What she saw of the resistance force so far made up of several army generals, a few of their scientist, and even a senior member of the Senate, Prince Novar—her former consort.
She faced them, so many feelings burning through her. “Thank you all for being here. I fled Serange because—”
“We know why you ran, princess,” Rah said, his gaze jumping from one member to the other. “Your home was viciously attacked, and you lost people you love. You saved your life, and Princess Kala’s, and now you’ve returned to us. That is all that matters. If you had stayed, you would have died, for none of us, expected or was prepared for the prince’s action. Now we are prepared, and we will only look forward, not behind.”
A lump formed in her throat. Her people stared at her with varying degrees of emotions—shock, relief, joy, and pain. Still, at the heart of it all, she was surrounded by trusted friends and supporters, and the air filled with camaraderie, with acceptance, with belonging.
Megladine stepped forward, scanning behind Shilah before relief wilted her shoulder. “I’ve been tormented with visions of darkness ravaging our city, Princess Shilah,” she said huskily. “A decision was made that has changed something, and I am glad for it.”
Shilah’s knees went weak. “You no longer see this slaughter?”
“All I see is hovering darkness waiting, but I do not know for what it waits. But I prefer such an outcome than the pain and death I saw
before.”
The small crowd parted as she made her way over to the table. “What is all this?”
“We have been making plans while we awaited your return. We had every confidence both of you would come back,” Rah said. “The Senate declared you both dead at Prince Quan’s insistence. We will slowly spread the word that you’ve returned and put pressure on the Senate to convene immediately.”
“They will demand proof,” Baron Shaffer said, stepping forward.
“And the proof will be provided when you appear at the Senate meetings,” Prince Novar said, his eyes warm and sensual. “Prince Quan has demanded the Federated Coalition of Senates to assemble, and a date has been set for six days from today. We suspect his greater agenda will become known at the meeting, so we must meet with our Senate before then.”
Shilah frowned at the gentle flutters along her mind for a telepathic connection. She closed him out, refusing to connect with him outside of the Psychic Network. It oddly felt like a betrayal to the intimate bond she’d formed with Lachlan Ravenswood.
“Prince Quan broke the laws with his barbaric actions. The foundation of his plan before rested on ending the Symonrah’s bloodline. He failed. He will have no choice now but to meet you on the floor of the Senate,” Rah said. “We’ve prepared all the legal arguments, and we have been thorough.”
Kala jerked, and a small cry slipped from her. “I see hundreds of soldiers scouring the city, breaking into homes searching for us at his command. They will not rest until our death is secured. Unrest will rise for those who believe he has no right to the throne will be emboldened by our return and will fight. Lives will be lost. Dozens,” she ended hoarsely.
Megladine’s lips flattened. “The Prince will do everything to prevent you both from reaching the Senate.”
“We must hide you until we’ve convened the Senate. And only after you’re both hidden can we let it be known you're alive, princess. And we must assemble the Senate immediately. Too long a delay will be disastrous for our city,” Prince Novar said, moving to stand beside Shilah.
Everyone’s murmur of assent filled the bunker.
“Do we know why Prince Quan has acted with such rank disregard for our laws?”
Prince Novar stared at her for several moments before saying, “He has made a petition to the Senate to repeal aspects of the bloodline laws. He has proposed a motion that Impure be allowed to marry, even if they should remain sterilized.”
Her gaze jumped to Megladine who was looking at Rah with such naked longing it was painful to witness.
Kala stepped forward. “The kingdom of Arcadia sent such a request to our brother. All three Senate branches of the three kingdoms must agree about overturning any part of the law that has been the bedrock to the society we lived in. My brother said no. To allow even an adjustment is to threaten the golden age we live in. It will start with marriage. Then perhaps sterilization will fail. A child will be born in secret. Then another. And another. And before we know it, we may have another Na’Vita. That risk we cannot allow.”
Shilah’s stomach rebelled, but she fought hard to stay in control, breathing deep. “You’ve never told me this, Kala.”
Her sister froze. “I am sorry, sister. I was afraid…afraid you would have agreed with Prince Quan.”
“Do you think so little of me I would put my desires above the safety of our future generations?” And the temptation was there, the hunger for another life for those who had been branded Impure. But why did Prince Quan seek such an alteration to the law? Was he impure?
Shilah took a bracing breath. “Where is our hovercraft? Has Prince Quan taken command of it?”
“No. All its systems had been shut down, and the prince has not been able to override it.”
The operation and internal defense mechanism of their hovercraft, and home were controlled by Arrow, who was programmed to respond only to Kala and Shilah. Arrow had access to all the databases in Dyxriah. And they had armbands that they uploaded his intelligence on, and once they were within range of any technological construct, he could infect it with a virus and take control of it. Their father had been the creator of the Prime Sentient 2.1, and there had been no development in their realm that surpassed it.
Arrow had been programmed to respond to whoever ruled Castle Ashmir and was the most powerful sentient intelligence of their realm. Almost all other households operated on model 1.5. Knowing that the command of her household interface would be integral to Prince Quan, she had used her telekinetic powers to input the kill code that would deactivate it as she fled. There had been a possibility Arrow would not have responded to the prince’s commands, but his attack had been so well coordinated and brutal she hadn’t taken the chance.
“Your craft is at my hanger below my castle,” Prince Novar said. “In the confusion, I anchored it to my craft and zipped it away. It would be my pleasure for you both to be guests in my home. We must move with the utmost secrecy of course,” he said, removing robes from a bag, and handing them to her. His dark green eyes caressed her face. “With your new Imperial powers, I assume it would be no great feat to scan the minds of those we pass to see if they are suspicious and to plant a suggestion of seeing me with two high priestesses.”
It would be possible but such an intrusion, slipping into citizen’s minds and manipulating their memories, was against the law. And if she were not skilled enough her telepathic breach would alert the network and the PsyNet Protectorate. “Let us keep my return to only those in the room. I know many of our people are with us, but for now, awareness must be contained tightly. We are at war with Prince Quan, not our people. I have no wish to break the law and betray their trust. If it is one of Prince Quan’s supporters who see us, and even with our disguise believes it is me, I will trap them in a temporary illusion. But we must not harm a single one of our denizens.”
They nodded. She faced Prince Novar. “If you have a hovercraft nearby, it should take little effort to slip away to your castle and to the underground docking bay. We are not expected unless the prince has foreseers working with him.”
No one could say, and in short order, they wrapped the meeting up and quietly dispersed. Only Kala and Shilah went with the prince, and as they boarded his hovercraft and whizzed through the sky, there was no alert along the PsyNet or any alarm sounding through the system.
In short order, they reached his castle, and a hole appeared in the mountain as the sleek craft dipped low and swopped down to its hanger. The doors opened, and relief swarmed through her to see her aircraft as he’d said. It looked unscathed, exactly how she’d left it with its smooth curves, alternating panels colored in silver and others in gunmetal blue, and the ruby red Symonrah sigil painted over the entire bow. It was their home away from the castle. It had all the amenities required to house a small family of royals on their journeys about the kingdom.
“Thank you, Novar,” she said, glancing at him.
He nodded, clasping his hand behind his back. “I will have rooms prepared. I’ll have your chamber placed next to mine.”
Her eyes jumped to his, and in his gaze, she spied a feeling that was far too intimate. Lachlan’s promise of death should another man touch her burned through her memory, and Shilah bit back her groan. Not that she was even tempted to entertain her former consort, but she had enough to deal with and now had to add rebuffing his advances to the mix. Their moment had been over fifty years past, and it still shocked her that after all that time, he wished to renew his advances.
“There is ample room in our hovercraft for Kala and me. Your castle is not as contained as it should be, and the secrecy of our presence will be compromised there. Below ground, we will be as safe as possible until we meet with the Senate.”
He hesitated, then said, “That could be days, Shilah. I will work to have the assembly soon, but I cannot promise less than three days. An underground hanger is not fit for you.”
“It will do,” she said firmly. “Our ship has all the necessiti
es to provide for us for a few days. And it will raise suspicion if you are seen coming down here.”
With a soft sigh, he made his way to a door, scanned his eyes, and stepped through when it opened. It closed behind them, and Shilah turned to the craft, reaching out with her telekinesis to the dashboard enclosed within and entered the code that would power the craft and activate Arrow on the vessel.
The hover hummed to life, the sleek silver craft emitting the softest frequency as it powered up. They walked up to the ramp, and the door opened, sensing the signature of both. They went on board. Within the craft it was designed for relaxing comfort, the main room was softly furnished in shades of pale blues with a carpet of deep green and windows out into the night. Shilah barely glanced at the main cabin her mind concentrated on instructing Arrow where it was to take them and what it was to do.
“Welcome, Princess Shilah, Princess Kala,” a melodious electronic voice said from the speakers of the vessel.
“Arrow, I need all views and angle of the city upon the monitors,” she ordered her PSI. “And the laws enacted since the rebellion on bloodline inheritance and separation of powers.”
“Permission to access the city’s mainframe, and great archives princess,” he replied, the walls of the hovercraft rippling as a holographic computer screen opened in the center of the ship, a blue light glowing at its center.
“Permission granted,” Shilah said, flowing over, and swiping her fingers across the large screen which had displayed the laws of the kingdom as outlined by her ancestors and read for several minutes. The law was clear, and the rule of Dxyriah would soon return to her bloodline.
“Shilah,” kala said softly.
She closed her eyes and faced her sister. Kala’s dark red hair was tangled around her face, and bruises were evident under her eyes. “You look tired, Kala. Get some food from the processor, and then rest. The next few days will be challenging.”
