Fairy Tale: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 3)

by J. A. Cipriano

  Chapter 15

  Power exploded from the other side of the hallway, filling the air with an icy thrum that smelled like a coming storm. The temperature dropped so quickly that my feet stuck for a second as the goblin blood beneath them froze into a sheet of green ice.

  A chill crawled over my skin like a parade of icy ants, and I fought to keep my teeth from chattering. A goblin charged, but he slipped on the frozen ground and toppled into one of his buddies. They both slid sideways, wind-milling their arms wildly as they careened into the wall to my left with a wet thud.

  I glanced back over my shoulder as a wave of snow and sleet burst down the hallway like a blizzard channeled into a tiny hallway… which was pretty much what was going on. I dropped to my hands and knees as Warthor’s body careened toward me through the air, barely missing me and smacking into the icy floor and sliding to a stop.

  Yynnok leapt high into the air, a black short-sword gripped tightly in each hand, obviously intent on landing on my old master pointy side first. I swung Set in an arc that caught the Goblin King in the side as he passed by, spilling blood that froze in mid-air and pelted me in the face like hail.

  The goblin barely seemed to notice my attack as he landed on the ground in front of Warthor and skidded to a stop in a flurry of icy sleet. Evidently, I’d bought my old master just enough time because he was already standing, sword slashing at Yynnok.

  “You have to get out of here, Lillim!” Warthor screamed, and his voice was very nearly drowned out by another howling blast of winter. I’m not sure why, but the other goblins retreated as soon as Yynnok entered the fray.

  “I can’t leave you and Kishi. Besides, Mattoc is in no shape to travel,” I called, launching an attack at the Goblin King’s back.

  Yynnok ducked my attacks, and one of his feet lashed out at me, slashing through the air with steely precision. I sidestepped and slammed my knee upward into his knee. There was a loud popping sound as the goblin’s leg bent awkwardly. Without losing a beat, Yynnok swung his body around, using his damaged leg like a club and smacking me sideways.

  The blow knocked the breath from my lungs as I staggered backward against the wall. The cold marble chilled me even through the armor, and for a moment, I wondered if someone dumped ice water down the back of my neck.

  Warthor’s foot snapped out, catching the goblin under the ribcage and propelling him upward. The Goblin King smacked the ceiling with a sound that made me think broken bones and internal injuries. As he fell back down, Warthor caught him in the side of the head with an elbow that sent him flying back toward the swath of winter that was slowly consuming the hallway.

  Light from Kishi’s weapons was barely visible above the throng of cold darkness. Even from here, I could tell she was retreating toward us. Warthor gasped, and I glanced at him as he leaned heavily on his sword, quick breaths hammering away at his chest.

  “Mattoc will be fine,” Warthor wheezed louder than I’d have expected. “He’s a ghost. As soon as he remembers that, he can will his injuries away.”

  As if having heard my old master, Mattoc appeared at my side looking like he’d never even stubbed a toe. “Sorry, not used to being corporeal,” he said with a grin and put his hands on Shirajirashii. The snakes wiggled off his wrists and back onto the hilts of my weapons so quickly that I almost didn’t notice it. “Now Shirajirashii will be back at full strength.”

  “You’ll have to teach me that trick later,” I said just before Kishi sprinted past us.

  “Run. Run now. I can’t hold back the Winter Breaker any longer,” she called over her shoulder as a giant icicle stabbed into the ground where she’d been just a nanosecond before.

  What stepped forth from the swirling mist was a gnome about two and a half feet tall. His eyes were black as soot, and he had a fine golden beard that reached almost to his knees. He was bare-chested, showing a torso I’d rather him have kept covered. Sweat sparkled along his bald head as he raised one ebony hand toward us and made a jerking motion.

  The ice beneath our feet roiled, throwing Kishi off balance, and she fell backward onto her butt. I grabbed onto the wall for stability, but it was so cold that the metal on the hands of my gauntlet shrieked as I toppled anyway. My hands hit the ground with an audible crack of shattered steel as the gauntlet cracked into a million pieces.

  “Okay, maybe we run,” I said as I hauled myself to my feet and took off down the hallway.

  I managed to stop myself before I crashed into the doorway at the other end of the hallway. It was emblazoned with silver filigree. Purple gemstones the size of my head were set in a circular pattern around the center.

  Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I knew Warthor and Kishi were right behind me. The swelling press of winter just a little beyond them told me the Winter Breaker wasn’t far behind.

  I glanced over the door, checking for magical traps as quickly as possible and grabbed the knob. I twisted and pushed. The door slid open as if it weighed less than a cloud.

  Two red pinpricks of light stared back at me from the utter darkness of the room. I swallowed once and glanced over my shoulder. “Uh… guys, maybe we need a new plan,” I said.

  Laughter exploded out of the doorway so forceful that it knocked the breath from my lungs. The force of winter behind me abruptly vanished as the crimson eyes came closer.

  “So you have finally come, Lillim Callina. I have been waiting eons for this moment.” The voice was like a rumbling earthquake given form, and it stood the hair on the back of my neck on end. It stirred something deep down in my psyche that told me, in no uncertain terms, that I should be running away, right the hell now.

  “Get behind me, Lillim!” Warthor’s voice was strained as he shoved himself past me and blocked my view of the door behind his body. Part of me wanted to argue with him, wanted to tell him to get the hell out of my way, but honestly? Most of me was glad he put himself between me and the thing inside the door. The moment he did so, a crushing weight seemed to lift from my shoulders.

  “Warthor Ein, oh how I’ve longed to meet you.” The wet smack of lips filled my ears and echoed down the hallway. Warthor staggered, his body falling against me. I grabbed hold of him, wrapping my arms around his waist to keep him from sliding to the ground. His head lolled backward, falling limply against my shoulder.

  Darkness exploded out of the doorway in a flurry of black flapping wings. Crows of every shape and size filled the tiny hallway, pressing against me as I threw myself to the ground, covering Warthor’s unconscious body with my own. I shut my eyes as feathered wings slapped at my skin and clawed feet pulled at my hair.

  It stopped. Silence filled the room so completely and so suddenly that it was very nearly a living thing in my ears. I swallowed and opened one eye to see a woman standing between me and Kishi. She stood almost seven feet tall with a body that reminded me of a ballerina dancer.

  Huge black-feathered wings were folded on her back almost shrouding her like an immense cloak. Crimson hair with raven feathers woven into it was piled onto her head in a weird sort of bun that reminded me of galaxies far, far away. Her body was covered in a sheath of bird feathers that reminded me more of a second skin than clothing. They fluttered as she raised one hand to her cheek and tapped a black fingernail against her ivory skin.

  “Know your place, fairies,” she snapped, narrowing her crimson eyes into thin slits.

  The Goblin King and the Winter Breaker fell into that prone position I’ve seen people use when in the presence of royalty. Behind them, the Queen of the Cold and Dark froze in place, a look of shock and horror plastered across her delicate features. She dropped very quickly into a curtsey so delicate and graceful that it nearly made my head spin.

  “Good,” the woman cooed, pursing her scarlet lips. “Hold those positions until I say otherwise.”

  “Yes, m’lady,” they repeated in unison, and the sound of their three voices sent a shiver running down the back of my spine. They were afraid, so afraid that th
eir fear permeated the very air around them.

  I swallowed and glanced at Kishi who shrugged at me. “Do you know who she is?” I mouthed. Kishi shook her head almost imperceptibly.

  “So, you have found me at last, Lillim Callina, and you brought playthings. How nice.” She smiled and nodded toward my companions. “Kishi al Akeer, Hisen Mattoc, and, of course, the insolent Warthor Ein.”

  “You know our names,” Kishi said, her statement sounding more like a question.

  “Of course. I know the names of all the Valkyries.” She grinned, revealing a mouthful of pointy, dagger-like teeth. “I guess you’re calling it something different now. Dioscuri, is it?” she added in a huff before waving her hand.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked incredulously as I released my hold on Warthor and stood. He moaned next to me. That was a good sign.

  “I am talking about your legacy. Well, my legacy really. I was the first of you so long ago that time cannot even measure… and I have been trapped here, in this place, for so long that I almost forgot what sunlight felt like.” She nodded at Kishi. “Would you care to turn on the sun, girl?”

  “Morrigan…” Warthor’s voice was so quiet that I almost didn’t hear him. I glanced down at him. His eyes were bloodshot, but open. He moved, flopping onto his hands and knees before reaching up and seizing my wrist with his iron grip. He pulled himself to his feet and stood there, wobbling. “You’re really her, really the Morrigan.”

  The woman grinned at him. “Well, at least one of you knows your history.”

  “Prove it. Show me your blades.” Warthor’s voice dropped into a sort of husky octave that I’ve never heard before. His free hand clenched and unclenched while the other tightened its grip on his sword.

  Without a word, the Morrigan reached behind her back and pulled out two hooked, kukri-style swords. The black blades pulsed with eerie red light that cast shadows dancing across the room.

  “Babd and Nemain,” she said, holding them out for Warthor to see. Green fluid dripped down the right weapon, and, with a casual flick of her wrist, she sent it flying against the marble floor. It hissed and popped, eating through the stone with as much effort as it would take a bowling ball to fall through a wet tissue.

  Warthor’s eyes got as big as saucers, and he took a quick step backward. His throat pulsed as if swallowing something large and distasteful. A shiver ran down the back of his body.

  “I won’t let you hurt her.” His voice had the barest tremble to it as he gestured toward me. He was scared? My master, the Invincible Warthor Ein, was scared.

  He put down the Queen of the Cold and Dark without even breaking a sweat. He threatened to unmake creation if they didn’t bring me back to life. Warthor Ein didn’t know fear, and yet, here he was… trembling.

  “I don’t need you to protect me,” I said, shouldering him aside.

  “He couldn’t anyway. He knows he cannot stop me, but it’s noble that he would still try.” The Morrigan sheathed her weapons and waved her hand absently. She turned her head toward Kishi. “How close are the scales now?”

  “Reasonably close,” Kishi answered with a look of shock on her face. “I hadn’t realized how close they’d gotten.”

  “And you, Zeb Kusa Ben-Mae? Do you agree with her assessment?” the Morrigan asked, inclining her head toward the gnome.

  The Winter Breaker looked up at the Morrigan and nodded his head once. “They are close enough in balance. The Winter Queen’s twin defeats were enough to heap power back toward Summer.” Something glinted in his dark eyes. “It is the only reason why the Summer Breaker could stand against me.”

  “Then I will consider the matter closed, unless anyone has any objections,” the Morrigan said, and her words had the air of finality to them. “Now, let us make preparations for the invasion.”

  “We do not need their help to repel those forces—” the Queen of the Cold and Dark began but her voice sort of sputtered out. She sank to her knees, grasping her throat. The Morrigan took a step forward, and with a wave of her hand, allowed the Queen to suck in a single a breath.

  “They clearly have been sent to help us. I do not understand why that is not apparent to you, Queen of the Sidhe. Why else would they be here when the armies are at the gates of Summer and Winter?” The Morrigan gestured back at us.

  “Actually, I was just here to inquire as to why the fairy cleaning service hasn’t been very good lately,” I said and even as the words left my mouth I felt a little ridiculous.

  “You see?” the Morrigan boomed. “They are here to help rid the pixies' lands of the invaders. They just didn’t know it.”

  Chapter 16

  “Even in Thermopylae there were like four thousand Greeks along with those three hundred Spartans. Where are our Greeks?” Kishi asked, glancing along the ramparts. They were spotted with the gold and silver clad Sidhe warriors like the ones we’d fought inside the dominion of Fairy, but not nearly the number necessary to defend the miles of wall that stretched so far into the horizon that I couldn’t see either end.

  The Goblin King’s forces bolstered the defenses near the center of the gate, where we now stood, but it didn’t seem to matter much because the forces lined up on the other side were innumerable. Trying to count them was like trying to count the grains of sand in a desert. It made the new armor and healing the Winter Queen had given us feel a little… inadequate.

  What little I could see of the actual landscape appeared to have been burned beyond all recognition. The blackened husks of buildings and trees smoldered, filling the gray sky with thick smoke for miles and miles.

  “All your Greeks are already dead. Do you think this is the first day of fighting?” The Morrigan smiled, and her dagger-like teeth glinted in the warm sunlight.

  “Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it,” Kishi said with a shrug. “So why aren’t they attacking?”

  “It is champion’s day. Only Champions are allowed to fight during this day and you have not yet taken the field.” I wasn’t sure if the Morrigan’s grin got wider as she spoke or if it had always been that way.

  “So you expect us to fight on the side of Fairy against that?” Kishi gestured at the army of half-animal, half-human looking creatures.

  “Yes.” The Morrigan’s eyes flared with crimson fire. “Or I will throw you from this wall.”

  I glanced down at the ground a few hundred feet below. Theoretically, I could survive a fall like that with the right planning and spells. It was likely the Morrigan knew that. However, once we were down there we’d probably have no choice but to fight anyway. Was that her plan?

  The Morrigan’s eyes met mine and a chill ran over my skin like a breath of icy air. She nodded once, very slightly. Could she read my thoughts? That wasn’t creepy at all.

  “Does this happen often?” I asked as a large crocodile-headed man-creature raised an enormous bronze spear and yelled in a language I didn’t understand.

  “It hasn’t happened in a long time,” the Morrigan said with a sigh. “Nevertheless, it is happening now.” She pointed off into the distance where a village of sundered buildings stood smoking. “You came to find out why the pixies stopped doing your dishes, correct?”

  I nodded at her dumbly and felt my cheeks start burning.

  “Invasion. Stop the invasion, and they will be free to do your laundry, sweep your floors, and make your bed once again.” The Morrigan’s voice was nearly emotionless save for the tiniest twinge of glee. Evidently, my reason for being here amused her. Swell.

  “And how do we stop that?” Kishi asked. Her green eyes narrowed into thin slits as she surveyed the unending army.

  “Defeat fifty champions in a row without losing. Winner takes all.” The Morrigan’s lips compressed into a hard line.

  “And how many wins does he have?” Warthor spoke, and the cold in his voice made my breath catch in my throat.

  “Forty-eight,” the Morrigan replied.

  “And he has already
bested you, hasn’t he?” Warthor asked.

  “Yes and no. He has beaten all who stand before him,” the Morrigan said.

  “So, what you’re saying is we’re your only hope.” Mattoc sighed and shook his head. “And we can’t all try, either.”

  “Well, we all know this is going to end with Warthor Ein facing down gator-face anyway,” I said, turning toward Warthor and shrugging. “Why don’t you go first, Warthor?”

  “And when he loses what will you do?” the Morrigan asked, and her red eyes bore into me like a physical force. I shifted from side to side uncomfortably as I tried to remember how to talk.

  “Bridges and crossing,” Warthor said with a shrug.

  “Take heed, Warthor Ein. Even you cannot hope to stand against Sobek and win.” The Morrigan’s words caused Warthor Ein to stiffen. He had been about to leap down off the wall, but instead he stood frozen and unmoving in mid-crouch. Very slowly, he turned wide eyes to the Morrigan.

  “You can’t be serious,” he said quietly.

  “I am.”

  “Then you are correct. I cannot beat him. Only Lillim can.” Warthor glanced at me, and I’m not quite sure how, but my blood turned to ice in my veins. “Or maybe Mattoc.”

  “What’s a Sobek, and why can only Lillim beat him when Warthor is by and large more powerful?” Kishi asked.

  The Morrigan turned to look at her like she was an errant child.

  “Sobek is the Egyptian God of strength and power,” Mattoc said solemnly. “Even Lillim can’t stand up to a freaking god. Hell, he took you down, and you’ve got more power in your pinkie than all of us combined.”

  “But I cannot commune with Egyptian gods. It is why he has beaten us all. In the end, we are not from that mythological line. His power is foreign in this place, almost like an invading cancer. It breaks down our magic before we can truly use it on him. Our attacks fall off of him like dust falls off a mountain.” The Morrigan took one look at me and shrugged. “Her weapons throb with Egyptian power—”