The Iron Butterfly
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The word family brought my head up in surprise. Maybe I had brothers and sisters, a mother. The urge to follow Bearen to find my family became overbearingly strong.
Pax lifted his hands in an unthreateningly manner. “Forgive us, we did not know that she was your daughter. There are quite a few things that have happened in the last months with your daughter that you should be made aware of.”
All of the Denai in the room could take out my father if they wanted too, but Bearen kept the knife far enough away from Adept Pax to not warrant an attack. I saw that despite his anger, he did possess wisdom.
“Ay, nonetheless I will be informed. But this is a family matter. She’s underage, and must come home with me.” Pushing Pax and sheathing his knife, he looked to me. “Let’s go, Thalia.” He turned, holding out his large hand to me.
Pausing, I stood frozen amongst all the clamor and commotion, taking in my father standing before me. I tried to bring to life any memories at all; and I couldn’t. His eyes darkened at my hesitancy.
“You either come now, or don’t come home at all. Ever.”
That did it. Spurring into action I stepped down out of my seat and made my way over to Bearen and his men, and at that moment, Bearen reminded me of Kael. The clansmen formed a protective ring around me and I followed the fur-covered back of Bearen out of the council room. Pausing in the hallway, I turned toward my room to get my things.
“Leave ‘em. Anything you have has now been tainted by them,” he growled. We walked into the courtyard and made our way to the stable, where a herd of the largest, sturdiest horses I had ever seen stood. These must be the Valdyrstal’s horses.
Making my way over to Faraway’s stall, I grabbed his bridle and reins and began to saddle him. One of the clansmen followed me and was about to make a remark, when I cut him off.
“I will not leave without my horse,” I gritted out, showing my teeth the way I had seen Bearen do. The clansmen grinned and laughed out loud. “It seems our vixen still has her temper,” he chuckled, and moved away.
Where are we going? Faraway asked.
“Home, I think.”
Saddling Faraway, I followed in line behind Bearen, and once again the clansmen formed a protective circle around me. Whether it was for my own protection or to keep me from running away, I wasn’t really sure. By this time quite a crowd had gathered. The assembly was dismissed, and the word had spread throughout the keep. Students kept pouring out of the hallways and peering out windows.
“HO!” Someone yelled and the horses started moving.
“Wait!” a familiar voice interjected. “What’s going on?”
Turning in my saddle I saw Joss running out of the main hall at a sprint toward me. Joss was stopped short by the clansmen wearing fox fur, who quickly pulled a sword and pointed it at his throat. Joss’ throat bobbed nervously as the sword rested calmly against his Adam’s apple. The caravan of horses stopped.
“Where are you taking her?” he asked bravely.
“None of your business; this here is clan business and you are not clan,” Fox Fur retorted.
Joss’ eyes sought mine for an answer.
“Home,” I answered softly, feeling a catch in my throat at the thought of leaving him.
“But you are home?” Joss stated, refusing to blink and break eye contact. “You belong here.”
“No, I don’t. Not really.” I broke eye contact first as I looked down at my shoe and then back up. “Joss, I don’t remember anything up until a few months ago. I need to find out who I am and where I come from.” A stir followed my answer as the crowd parted and Syrani stepped forward and grabbed Joss’ arm possessively.
“Joss,” she purred. “Let the sewer rat go home with the smelly dogs, and then it can be just the two of us again.”
Whether it was her verbal attack on me or the Valdyrstal clan, I wasn’t sure, but Fox Fur spurred his horse forward and knocked Syrani down into the mud, spewing a few unknown curses at her in his native tongue.
It startled me to know that I understood what Fox Fur had said to Syrani, and it wasn’t pretty. Trying to hide my grin behind a straight face, I looked into Joss’ handsome one and rode Faraway over to him, amazed that the clan members let me through. I could see Bearen astride his horse ready to be on the move.
“I’m sorry, Joss. I have to go,” I spoke quietly.
“Will you come back?”
Looking over my shoulder at Bearen’s stiff posture, his body language spoke volumes, speaking what he would never voice aloud.
“I don’t know? Maybe, someone needs to come back for Council Meetings, but I can’t make any promises.”
Joss took another step forward to try and reach up to touch me, but Fox Fur moved protectively to my side and Joss backed up, giving him a look of pure hatred.
“Thalia, we need to go!” Bearen called out. Nodding my head to him in understanding, I turned back to Joss.
“Please tell Avina and Berry that I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye, and tell Garit I will keep practicing everything he taught me.”
“What about me?” he asked. “What would you have liked to say to me?” He looked at me intently.
“Joss, you saved me and you are one of the most important people in my life right now. I will never forget you.”
“It sounds like you’re saying a permanent goodbye.” He looked angry and hurt at the same time.
Fox Fur move forward again and grabbed Faraway’s reins to get him turned in the right direction so we could get going, but Faraway violently jerked his head in protest and almost unsaddled Fox Fur from his horse.
Bearen had waited all he cared to, and started the horses toward the Citadel’s gate. Faraway could do nothing but follow as he was trapped in the middle of the pack. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Joss standing there looking after me, and I waved good-bye.
It was not how I imagined leaving. I desperately wanted to turn around and run back and tell him how I really felt. But I didn’t, I couldn’t. My heart felt heavy and as we passed through the gates, turned onto a side road and headed toward the Shadow Mountains, toward home, toward answers.
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About the Author
Chanda Hahn takes her experience as a children's pastor, children's librarian and bookseller to write compelling and popular fiction for teens. She was born in Seattle, WA, grew up in Nebraska and currently resides in Portland, Oregon with her husband and their twin children; Aiden and Ashley.
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I want to say a special thanks to everyone who took part in the process of helping me with the Iron Butterfly, whether you were a reader, editor, encourager, or critic. Thanks to Philip Hahn, Steve Hahn, Jane Hawkey, Alison Brace and Richlie Fikes. I have the best team ever.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Cha
pter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
About the Author