by Tina Hunter
Tina Hunter
Blade of Memories:
Black Shadow #1
Published by Pendio Publishing.
www.TinaHunter.ca
Copyright © 2018 by Tina Hunter
Print ISBN: 978-1-9994402-1-3
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-9994402-0-6
Cover Design by Christian Bentulan
Interior Layout by Tina Moreau
Fort Elderidge Map by Adam Bassett
Revised: February 2, 2019
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead would be really cool, but is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Epilogue
Special Thanks
Author Bio
Dedication
Me: I want to write a fantasy book. I need cool ideas.
6yr old son: Oooo. You should have magic crystals. They could be carbon-based like quartz, or maybe like obsidian....
Me:
Me: Thanks Eli. You are awesome.
One
~Saturday Evening~
LYNN STAYED IN the shadows. Watching.
The guards stood in their usual positions behind the battlements on top of the wall that divided upper Iridan from the lower half of the city. Regular notches in the parapet wall showed only the upper half of the guards standing on the guarded walkway, but nothing looked out of the ordinary for this time of night.
Still, a heaviness in the air kept her from moving from the rooftop she hid on. She couldn’t afford to be careless when she was so close to being done with this city.
There. She saw the extra guards standing inside one of the covered lookouts not far along the wall. So they are taking the Black Shadow seriously, she thought with a thrill of pride. Now that she knew where the extra guards were hiding, she would just change her route. There was more than one way into upper Iridan.
Staying in the shadows, Lynn jumped easily from one rooftop to another, heading closer to the bay and its cliff face overlooking the ocean. The wider gaps between lookouts and fewer guards made it a better place to jump over the wall. Plus, they wouldn’t be expecting it since this section was mostly a straight drop to the ground on the other side, except for one tiny merchant shop’s roof.
The roof she stood on now was in poor repair, held together by hopes and dreams like much of lower Iridan. A coop of pigeons kept her company while she shook out her arms and prepared to jump. Lynn assessed her balance beads while waiting for the guards to march further along the wall. They were an expensive bit of magic threaded onto a leather cord on her wrist. Molten rock covered the crystal beads to hide the magic glow. The only place you could see the crystal was in the carved sigil and a small section that touched her skin. They increased her agility and speed and were the only reason she’d be able to make a jump like this.
She adjusted her canvas bag to rest between her shoulder blades and tied it tight. It was light for the moment, but it wouldn’t be for long. Then she ran straight for the wall in front of her.
Lynn’s legs pumped with extra speed, and then she launched off the edge of the roof toward the top lip of the wall. The rush of air forced her eyes into slits, so she almost missed grabbing the rough brick with her hands and skidding onto the walkway itself. It was just wide enough for two men to walk abreast, with the parapet ledges to keep them from falling down to the ground below. With a quick glance to confirm where she was going, Lynn threw herself off the other side and landed on the roof of the shop below her.
A short walk later, she jumped off the end of the roof into a manicured garden complete with a softly glowing crystal fountain.
Lynn quickly hid in the nearby bushes to check her balance beads. They were currently glowing half as bright as they had before her jump. Half-gone already, not a good sign. Time to conserve her magic.
The quiet of midnight surrounded her as she ran between trees and bushes arranged for the pleasure of the upper class who lived here. There was nothing as nice, or as green, in lower Iridan. Lynn passed the markets, scholar residences, the college with its giant clock tower, and all the Junior Ministers homes. She paused in the shadows before the magically lit main road that led to the Prince’s enclosure. She couldn’t see any guards making their rounds. The Blue Vollonite lighting made it hard to find shadows to hide in, but with a burst of speed thanks to her balance beads she made it across without drawing attention. A necessary use of her remaining magic. Seeing Dondor Castle up close again made her want to go back to the castle library, but that wasn’t the job tonight. Besides, staring at a painting to make sense of things wouldn’t help her.
She was close now and headed directly to the Minister of Rites' home. The lights were on, but her sources said no one aside from a sleepy guard would be inside. Lynn found handholds to climb up the side of the building and easily pulled herself onto the tiled roof. The tiles were smooth and curved, making it difficult not to slip. She had to make careful footsteps in her soft leather soled boots and knew with every step she was using up a bit more magic. It would be worth it though.
Near the center of the roof, panels of glass alternated with flat wooden planks. Her entry point. The light was off in the room below, but that didn’t mean the sleepy guard wouldn’t be nearby. She would need to be silent.
Lynn pulled the canvas bag off her back and pulled out the tools she needed. Her dagger pried out the fresh tar from the corner of the window until her finger fit underneath. She scratched out a large square into the glass and then tapped it with the heel of her dagger. The glass snapped out, her single finger providing the leverage she needed to keep it from falling inside, though it was still tricky to grab. Gingerly, she placed it down on the wooden plank beside her.
The opening was just large enough for her to squeeze through, so she left her bag outside and dropped into the dark room. Her feet made almost no sound when she landed.
Lynn’s hood obstructed her vision, so she pulled it off and took a deep breath to calm her excitement. The room was like a long hallway that displayed the Minister’s treasures and prized possessions. Traditional paintings hung on the walls, and busts of important people and sculptures rested on little tables, but the glowing pieces drew Lynn’s eyes. Glowing meant magic. Magic meant money. The Minister’s wife had insisted on bringing their art collection with them from Dukana on their mandatory tour of Iridan, which meant that many of the pieces in this room had never been on this continent before. These pieces would be worth a lot of money.
So far, the information given to her had been accurate. She tried not to think about why or how. It didn’t take her long to find the plaque she was hired to steal; the low glow of magic in the room was enough to find her way by. The gold plaque they wanted had nine crystal jewels of differing size, and all three colors of magic split evenly among them. She car
efully removed it from the stand and didn’t touch the crystals spikes on the back since she didn’t feel like feeding any crystals tonight.
To climb back out she had to stand on a table, balancing carefully so as not to knock over the bust that lived on it. She slipped the plaque through the hole first, then pulled herself up. She pulled out the small blanket from her canvas bag and wrapped up the plaque to protect her back from the spikes. Then into her bag it went, the tightness in her shoulders finally relaxing.
This was nice and easy, she thought as she made her way across the roof.
With a careful jump, she landed on the ground behind the home and found herself face-to-face with a guard dog tied to a tree. Dragon Shit!
It barked out in alarm and Lynn ran.
The sound of hard-soled shoes pounding on the cobblestone behind her made it clear she was being followed through the dark side roads. She was lucky the guard inside the home was sleepy or he would have caught her already, but the barking of that dog had drawn other guards to the area.
She hadn’t accounted for the dog. It should not have been in the yard, or someone should have told her about it. The Minister of Justice was taking her thieving very seriously.
From the dark front entry of a home to her left came a sudden bout of barking. She couldn’t see the dog but the noise in the otherwise quiet night startled her enough that she slid in an inky black puddle of water, and the straps of her bag slipped off her shoulders. It didn’t slow her down, though, she quickly repositioned the straps across her chest and pulled them tight. She wasn’t about to let three hundred crowns worth of artwork break during her flight. But more dogs were barking now, all tied to the front of homes or shops she passed. A few lights inside the homes were flickering on. Some oil, some magic. It would get harder to stay hidden.
“Over there,” a guard shouted. Lynn spared a quick glance to see how close they were and couldn’t see them yet. More guards shouted in response, alerted to her presence by the dogs. Unfortunately dark side roads, like the one she was on, could only take her so far. She’d have to cross more traveled roads, ones with lights, to get to a section of the wall she could climb or jump over. Using more of her magic, she ran through as many lit roads as possible, heading for the wall separating the two halves of Iridan. The salty smell of the ocean blew past her on the breeze. She was getting closer to the cliff.
Upper Iridan, outside of the Prince’s compound and the college, was sparsely populated with fancy homes, towers, and shops. No rooftops close enough to travel along to help her escape faster. She’d have to hope the darkness of a side street would cover her enough. At her next chance, she turned down an unlit side street that would take her closer to the wall.
Cautious not to alert any more dogs to her presence, she jogged slower past the quiet homes and gated gardens, ever closer to the smell of the sea. Claws on cobblestone behind her made her breath catch in her throat. The guards were catching up to her and they were letting the dogs loose to help them. Damn dogs seemed to be getting closer too. Lynn’s heart hammered in her chest as she picked up the pace.
The dark looming blackness ahead of her resolved into the wall the separated upper Iridan from the cliff that ran straight down to the ocean. Her breath became more labored, and sweat dampened her scalp under her hood, but she didn’t dare slow down. Not even to check her balance beads though she was almost certain they were empty of magic by now. She’d be relying on her own skills alone.
The dogs barked again. They sounded close, their growls echoing off the row of shops to her left. Suddenly, a huge dog jumped out from between two shops and lunged at her with its jaws wide and ready to bite. Lynn dodged but still felt its warm fur brush against her arm. The dog, unable to stop, stumbled on the cobblestone. It scrambled to get back on its feet and after her.
“The hells.” The damn thing was going to get her if she didn’t move faster.
She pushed her aching legs harder, trying to gain an advantage over the beast. She swore she could feel its breathing right behind her. The scratching of claws on stone. No more barking, just low growls as it pursued her. No doubt focused more on catching her than on barking. She kept her eyes open to her surroundings. More shops meant the wall to lower Iridan was close, but she wasn’t close to the right section. If she angled back across some lit streets, she could find the merchant shop she’d used to jump the wall before.
A quick glance at the next intersection showed that there were guards stationed under the pools of light on the next street over. Waiting for the dogs to bark again and direct them? That lovely shop was no longer an option.
The dog let out a howl from right behind her and she nearly tripped again.
“Back off, Beasty, I’m working.” And thinking.
She needed a way out and the howl would have all those guards heading her way. Panic threatened to overtake the calm ‘job mind’ she prided herself on. Sweat poured off her, and she was running out of energy. She had to come up with something quickly.
There were a few more houses on her right, and then she’d be running along the road at the bottom of the wall. Her run and pounding heart kept her from feeling the rumble of the waves crashing at the bottom of the cliff.
It would be risky to jump the wall next to the cliff. It wasn’t the jump itself, even without her magic the jump onto the wall would be difficult but not impossible. What worried her was the ledge. If it was daylight, she’d be able to see the ledge on the other side of the wall. In the dark, she might overshoot it and end up falling into the ocean. If the rocks didn’t kill her, there were always the sea serpents to consider.
Beasty took a snap at her heels and the shouts of the guards were getting closer. Lynn bit her lip, her only option seemed to be the ledge. That meant it was time for some fancy footwork.
As Lynn ran in front of the next home, she hooked her elbow around a thin tree and used it to turn more sharply than she would have been able to otherwise. The force of the turn almost pulled her arm from its shoulder. She heard Beasty stumble when he tried to follow. All she needed was a few moments’ head start. She ran with everything she had left directly at the house, leaping onto a fountain, then the low end of the roof, then straight onto the roof proper. Always heading toward the cliff-wall.
There was no way she was getting caught. Not now. She leaped off the end of the roof and stretched her arms above her as high as she could reach. Lynn grabbed the top edge of the battlement but her face and body still hit the rough stone wall, knocking the breath from her. Beasty circled far beneath her; no longer running, he was barking loudly to alert the guards to where she was. With great strain, she pulled herself over the wall lip and collapsed onto the walkway. More shouting and pounding footsteps greeted her. Time to get up.
That absolute black on the other side of the wall that met the glittering swirls of stars was the ocean. It seemed to suck up all the light beyond the wall. However, she could clearly see that the guards were closing in on her from both sides of the walkway. And was that one forming a fist-sized fireball? There was only one way to go.
She took a deep breath and swung off the other edge of the wall, keeping her hands on the ledge. With her feet dangling in the air, forehead pressed against the stone, she tried to see below her. Was she about to land in the water, or was she going to be lucky and land on a small strip of ground before the cliff face? Unfortunately, she couldn’t see anything below her. Just black.
Thudding footsteps caused her to look up. The guards were almost to her and the one who had been forming the fireball threw it at her hands still clutching the edge. She let go just before it hit, feeling the heat when it blasted into the stone wall.
She landed with a thud on solid ground and a sigh of relief. The wall in front of her was the only thing she could see. Or rather, she could feel it more than she could see anything. With careful side steps, hands on the wall, she slid her feet toward lower Iridan. Closer to her temporary home, the docks, and all the cramped, o
verpopulated living space.
Floating lights ahead caused her to stop. Holding lanterns, the guards were blocking the end of the ledge where the wall between lower and upper Iridan met. They walked towards her. If she tried to go the other way, she would have to go all the way around to the other side of upper Iridan. That would take all night. Her heart dropped to her stomach. She had one other option, but it involved climbing down a cliff in the dark.
The light from the lower city was enough to see around her now. Lynn got down on her knees and carefully placed her feet onto the rocks of the cliff below. Minutes stretched out before she felt a little comfortable. Even in the dark, she had climbed enough buildings, walls, and cliffs to know what she was supposed to be doing. When the guards and their bright light reached her, she was a full body length down the cliff. She pressed herself as close to the rocks as possible, hoping her canvas bag would look like any other rock sticking out.
The guards moved on. Lynn took another step down only to slip on a wet rock.
Her arms and hands scraped at the rock, trying to find purchase as she fell toward the water. Her left arm found an outcropping of rock large enough to break her fall... and her arm.
The sickening sound of the bone crunching was louder than the waves crashing below her. Lynn couldn’t be sure if she let out a scream or not. She slid down slightly until her feet and other arm found a better grip on the outcropping. She stayed still, breathing through the pain. No guards came back to investigate and the tiny bobbing lights at the top of the cliff continued to move away.
Lynn took the time to find out where she was. Below her, waves crashed into the rocks two body-lengths away. But not far off to her side was the gravel shoreline that connected to the Southern Docks.
With only one arm to balance, she carefully picked her way over the rocks and crevices closer to the shoreline. Even her substantial skills as a climber were being tested. She held her broken arm close to her body and kept herself from screaming when she bumped it. Sweat making her hands more slippery than they should be and a consistent stream of mumbled curses kept her focused on her actions.
