Of The Faye Box Set

by Mary Duke

  SNO

  “So,” Illiah said, breaking the silence that followed Itheus’ words. “When do we leave?”

  “The sooner the better, I’m afraid,” Itheus replied. “I had everyone gather some supplies for you, at the base of the mountain.”

  “Great,” she said nodding her head.

  “Ummm, question,” I said feeling foolish. “Am I the only one here who doesn’t know how to get into the Realm of the Gods?”

  “Where did you think you were this morning?” Illiah asked.

  “I’m going to take a wild guess and say we were in the Realm of the Gods,” I replied, though I had no idea.

  Illiah rolled her eyes and stood up from the table.

  “However, I would not like to repeat the process of how we got there.”

  Itheus nodded. “Sno is right. Do you know of any other ways in?” he asked Illiah, “Any ways that are unguarded?”

  “Well, if I had my staff, I would be able to just go home from anywhere,” she snarked.

  Itheus also stood and met Illiah at the door, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You will have your powers again, and it will be sooner than you believe,” he reassured her. “Have faith in this old man.”

  Illiah pulled Itheus in for a hug. “I’ve always had faith in you.”

  “Now go,” Itheus said as she pulled away. “And,” he said, turning so he could face both Illiah and I, “keep an eye on Zavery. He feels more conflicted now that he has his entire life. Every choice he makes, every thought that runs through his head, is being questioned.”

  Itheus followed me outside, and the four of us walked down the mountain in silence. Just as Itheus had said, the Faye and Halflings that remained on the island had gathered a range of supplies. As Zavery and I filled our packs, Cilla walked up to us.

  “Take these as well,” she said as she handed us each a satchel.

  “What is it?” I questioned.

  “Herbs, remedies, poisons, you know, the essentials,” she said as a smile spread across her face.

  “Thanks,” I laughed.

  “And for you,” Cilla said, handing Illiah a bag already packed to the brim. “You may have come here without anything, but it’s not in our nature to let you leave that way.”

  Illiah weighed the pack in her hand before she threw it over her shoulder. “Thanks,” she mumbled, turning towards me.

  “All set?” I asked Zavery as he pulled the strings of his pack tight.

  Zavery shrugged his shoulders. “I’m ready to take her back where she belongs, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “Really?” Illiah questioned rhetorically.

  I turned to her and held up my hands, hoping she would get the hint and not push it any farther. “So,” I said changing the subject. “Where are we going?”

  “To the Realm of the Gods,” Illiah said, side-eying at me like I was stupid.

  “We’ve established that… But how are we getting there?”

  “Like I said, the way you brought me home is out… So we will try the second closest gate that I know of that might be open. It’s in the Dark Mountain.”

  The Dark Mountain, I repeated to myself as the final moments before we reached the vault ran through my mind, and I saw Tamara standing over Jethero.

  “Do you have a problem with the Dark Mountain?” Illiah asked, her voice filled with attitude.

  “No,” I mumbled. “A friend of ours that we lost yesterday is from there, that is all.”

  “There are many who dwell within the mountain,” Illiah replied.

  “Jethero was a Keeper of the Mountain,” Zavery snapped.

  “Oh,” Illiah sighed, losing the sarcastic tone.

  “Is that a problem?” Zavery asked as we walked onto the beach.

  “Only if he was the last Keeper.”

  Tork and Kegan were waiting for us on the shoreline, both large griffins.

  “Will we not be taking dragons?” I asked as Zavery climbed on the back of Tork.

  “The dragons do not wish to be a part of this,” Kegan replied, walking between Illiah and me.

  “Why is this any different from what they helped us with yesterday?” I questioned.

  “Yesterday, you were not looking for my father,” Illiah answered.

  “Oh?” I said climbing on Kegan and scooting up so Illiah could fit behind me.

  “Yeah,” she replied, climbing on behind me. “Dragons and Gods aren’t the best of friends.”

  Kegan reached out to me telepathically, through our connection. “There was a time where dragons ruled alongside Illian. However when Illian threw reason out of his reign, the dragons no longer wanted to play their part. This led him to slaughter thousands of dragons.”

  “So he’s the reason there are so few,” I replied.

  Kegan nodded, as he followed his brother into the air and our journey to the Dark Mountain began.

  “Have you ever been to the Dark Mountain?” Illiah asked.

  “No,” I replied. “But I’m aware of what’s there.”

  “Aware how?” she questioned.

  “Stories, books… My father had been there a time or two.”

  Illiah laughed.

  “What?” I asked, turning around so I could see her.

  “Oh, nothing,” she responded.

  “It has to be something?”

  She laughed again. “I just think this will be interesting, that’s all.”

  “Interesting?” I repeated, questioning her choice of words.

  “The beings that dwell within the mountain, the creatures that protect its treasures, they don’t belong in this realm,” Illiah said.

  “I am aware,” I retorted.

  “Do you know where they are from?”

  “The name of the realm escapes me,” I replied. “But I believe it was a type of purgatory, one your father created.”

  “Hmmm,” Illiah responded. “Maybe you’re not all talk after all.”

  “All talk?”

  “You were one of the very few people in this realm my father forbade me to follow. In fact, for many years, he cloaked you, making it impossible for any of us to track you.”

  “Why?” I asked, curious as to why the king of death had any interest at all in my life.

  “I know it has something to do with you being given a guardian, but I believe there was something else too, I just can’t remember. You’ll get to ask him yourself soon enough.”

  “Do you know where he is?” I asked, hoping she had an answer.

  “I have an idea,” she said looking away from me.

  “So, back to me being all talk?” I said, changing the subject back.

  A small smile spread across her face. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, I’m what most call a spoiled princess. So when your name fell onto the list of untouchables, I, of course, wanted to touch, merely because I was told no, and no one tells me no.”

  “I may have heard something along those lines,” I said, returning her smile.

  “Well, after years of stalking you from the shadows, I came to the conclusion you weren’t worth stalking anymore.”

  “Oh yeah? I asked.

  “All you did was read books, study magic, and avoid everyone and everything that came your way,” Illiah said, crunching her face.

  “To me, at the time, you seemed like a waste of time. I found you full of yourself when anything indeed came into your path.”

  “Full of myself?” I asked, somewhat offended.

  “You truly believed that you were unstoppable,” Illiah replied. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’ve always been sort of a badass, but you were so focused on the task at hand that you missed what was right in front of your face time and time again.”

  “What did I miss?”

  Illiah shook her head. “You know what; it doesn’t matter anymore.”

  “Yes, it does. Tell me.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” I repeated. “Because if you don’t learn from your m
istakes, you’re bound to repeat them,” I said, letting Kegan’s words spill from my mouth.

  “Kegan,” Illiah said, lightly digging her heal into his side. “Would you like to tell her, or should I continue?”

  “She was a child,” Kegan said aloud. “What was, no longer is. Let it be.”

  I knew that tone; it was the same tone he used with me yesterday. “What else are you keeping from me, Kegan?” I questioned.

  “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he tried to reassure me.

  “I don’t buy that,” I replied.

  Kegan shook his head, his mane flipping in the wind. “As a child, do you remember what your mother would always tell you?” he asked me.

  “She told me a lot of things…”

  “Whenever you decided to try something new? When you were determined, because you read it in a book or heard someone talk about it, you knew everything there was to know about it?”

  I bit my lip; I knew exactly what he meant now. “Sno, we know you know what your destiny holds, and though we fully believe in the greatness that has been foretold, it is our job to remind you that nothing comes without work. We never want you to believe anything is out of reach, and we never want you to live without confidence in yourself…but please don’t forget you need to earn that confidence, and you need to earn the greatness.”

  “Yes,” he replied, hearing my thoughts run through my mind.

  “But what does that have to do with what Illiah is talking about?” I questioned.

  “There was a time, where you only remembered some of your mother's words,” he answered, his tone shaky, as he tried to pull the right words together.

  I waited in silence for him to continue.

  “There was a stretch of time, where you were overconfident and careless. You dared death to knock on your door; you believed that you were untouchable. During that time, deals were made to keep you safe, I being one of those deals. There were too many things at stake to simply let you fall…too much potential to be lost.”

  “What kind of deals?” I asked.

  Kegan fell silent.

  “Kegan?”

  His voice was shallow and his words hollow. “Sno,” he pleaded with me. “I can’t tell you.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  For the next several hours, I couldn’t tell you what went on around me. I shut everyone and everything out, barricading myself deep in thought.

  I needed an answer, I needed the answer. I needed to be reminded of who I was, not who I was supposed to be.

  My mother's voice still ran through my mind. The words she chose to speak to me, time and time again, were the very words I leaned on nearly every day of my life, and right now they stopped me in my tracks.

  As much as I wanted to hear her uplifting reminders and her words of hope, those were not the words I heard.

  “Trust is earned, not given, Sno… Once you break someone’s trust in you, it will never again be what it was… When it comes to someone you care about, your heart will not always lead you in the right direction. Remember to listen to reason, and trust your instinct…”

  Her words repeated, over and over, until I tuned her out too.

  My life had been turned completely upside down in the last two days; why should today be any different? What I wanted right now, more than anything, was to talk about everything with Kegan, but he was the cause of my current insecurities; he was the reason I felt so vulnerable.

  “Why does life have to be so complicated?” I asked, loud enough I knew everyone could hear me, though I didn’t actually expect anyone to answer.

  Tork slowed his pace, falling into place beside us. “Life is what you make of it,” he replied.

  I rolled my eyes, but before I could answer, Illiah took the words out of my mouth.

  “That is the biggest line of shit I’ve heard in all my life, and it’s been a long one.”

  “And why do you believe that?”

  “Life is what it is. There is no making it anything,” she said, her voice again arrogant.

  “You are in control of your outlook,” Tork tried to explain to her.

  Illiah laughed, “You know, everyone can choose to see anything how they want to see it. However, shit is still shit, no matter which way you choose to see it.”

  “Help me out brother,” Tork said reaching out to Kegan.

  “I know a losing battle when I see one,” Kegan replied. “I think I will keep my optimistic opinions to myself.”

  “Good choice,” I replied to him.

  “We are nearly there,” Zavery said looking to Illiah. “Where is this gate?”

  “It’s in one of the lower tunnels,” she replied.

  “Great,” Zavery shouted.

  “The mountain’s tunnels are mazes,” I said looking back to Illiah. “You’re going to need to be a little more specific.”

  Illiah shook her head and bit her bottom lip.

  I lowered my voice so Zavery couldn’t hear me, “You do know where it is, don’t you?”

  “Of course,” she claimed, though the tone of her voice told me otherwise.

  I looked back at her, questioning her answer.

  “Well, I’m pretty sure,” she said, changing her response. “Anyways, there should be a keeper of the mountain, it’s their job to know.”

  “Great,” I mumbled to myself. Just what I wanted to do today, get lost in a dark, confined space, hundreds of feet below the ground. Fan-fucking-tastic.

  We landed just below the ridge of the mountain, in the cover of the trees.

  “It will be safer if we walk from here,” Tork said, as Zavery slid from his back, and he stood morphing back into a man.

  “I don’t sense anyone,” Kegan continued as he changed. “However, creatures around the Dark Mountain have a way of cloaking themselves.”

  “This place,” Illiah said, “These people… They give me the chills.”

  “Give you the chills,” Zavery laughed.

  “Why is that funny to you?” Illiah asked grabbing hold of Zavery’s shoulder.

  “Because you’re death,” he stated boldly, jerking his shoulder from her grip.

  Illiah sighed and muttered under her breath, “I’ll be sure to remind you of that once I get my powers back.”

  “Try me,” Zavery said as he turned from her and walked away.

  “Are we just walking through the front door then?” I asked Illiah, as we followed Zavery and Tork up the mountain.

  Illiah ignored my question, her eyes focused on the back of Zavery’s head.

  The trees began to thin, as an archway into the side of the mountain became visible.

  “This isn’t right,” Illiah said. “There should be guards.”

  I pulled my sword from my belt and twisted it in my hand, watching as my magic coated its blade.

  Looking into the archway, we couldn’t see what awaited us on the other side.

  “It’s cloaked. One of us has to go through first,” I said, taking a step into the darkness before he could say anything.

  Waiting for me on the other side was an elderly woman, her eyes strikingly familiar. “Welcome to the Dark Mountain,” she said, her voice full of cheer.

  The others stepped through behind me, and her face lit up with even more excitement. She held her hands out in front of her, as she reached for Illiah.

  “Gran!” Illiah said pushing past me.

  “Gran?” I questioned looking to Zavery.

  “Where have you been child? Your mother,” the woman said as she cradled Illiah’s face in her hands, “And your father… They looked for so long. They searched everywhere.”

  “Where are they?” Illiah questioned.

  “Your mother is home I suppose… Before your father left, he convinced her that home would be the first place you went and that she should be there.”

  “And what about my father?” Illiah pressed.

  “Illian,” the woman said, letting her hands fall as she backed away.
“Illian has been gone for several years now. No one knows where he is… I know he hasn’t been here in over five.”

  Illiah looked back to Zavery and me before her eyes returned to her Gran. “Can you help me get home?”

  “Help you?” Gran questioned, reaching for Illiah’s hands.

  Illiah pulled her hands away and walked past her.

  “What happened to you, baby?” Illiah’s grandmother asked as she followed close behind.

  “Queen Ellyra of the Faye happened to me,” Illiah responded, glaring at Zavery.

  Gran cupped Illiah’s hands in her own. “Your magic?” she questioned.

  “It’s gone…”

  Gran shook her head and turned towards Zavery. “Why did you bring him here?”

  “Itheus,” Illiah began to explain.

  “That old coot,” Gran spat.

  “The prophet,” Illiah corrected her. “He told me how to get my powers back. He also said that it would take the three of us to do so.”

  “Nahhh,” she rattled, shaking her hands.

  Illiah grabbed her Gran’s hands and pulled them into her chest. Her grandmother paused, her eyes widening.

  “Your heart?” she questioned.

  Illiah’s eyes fell to her Gran’s hands on her chest.

  “Does that mean…” Gran began to ask.

  “That I am mortal…” Illiah finished her question. “Yes.”

  Her Gran’s hands trembled as she pulled them away. “What do you need from me?”

  Illiah sighed, too mortified to look at any of us. “When I was younger, I remember there being a gate in one of the bottom tunnels.”

  “Yes,” Gran said, nodding.

  “That will take me home, will it not?” Illiah asked, hopeful.

  “I believe so. However, no one has been in those lower tunnels since the queen fell. The magic needed to jump realms…” Gran paused shaking her head. “There are no Gods or Goddesses willing to open them… I don’t see how it could be done.”

  Zavery chuckled.

  Gran’s eyes snapped to him in disgust.

  “Zavery and I were each born with Ayana’s magic,” I explained before Zavery could get us kicked out. “If all it takes is the magical force of a God, I think we can handle it.”

  Gran ignored us and turned back to Illiah, as though we were not there. “Are you sure you want them to come with you? Are you sure you need them?”