by James Wisher
Damien shook his head. Despite his considerable skills, healing was the one thing he couldn’t do. His soul force was too dense for such fine work. “I’d be more likely to blow his leg off than cure him. There’s one thing I can try, but I make no promises. The corruption’s deep in his flesh.”
“He’s dying. Do whatever you can.”
Damien nodded and knelt beside the thrashing Talon. He put his hand above Talon’s wound and sent his soul force into the injured man’s body, blocking the flow of pain from his injury to his brain. Talon went still and lay back. He sighed. “The pain’s gone.”
“It’s not gone,” Damien said. “I blocked it so you can concentrate. Now focus on healing. The corruption is still spreading. Purge the darkness first, don’t worry about the wound.”
Talon closed his eyes. Soul force flowed from his core down to his leg. His muscles shrank as he pulled every drop of power and sent it to battle the corruption in his leg. The dark lines drew back ever so slowly.
Over the course of three minutes Talon purged the corruption and partly closed his wound. He fell back, covered in sweat, every speck of excess soul force used up.
“You’ve cleansed the wound. I’m going to restore the link between your leg and brain. Brace yourself.”
Damien removed his barrier and Talon winced, but didn’t thrash or scream. A little blood oozed out of the remaining gash, clean and red, with no sign of infection. Rhys dug a healer’s kit out of his satchel and set to work binding the injury.
Damien started to get up, but Talon grabbed his sleeve. “Thanks. You saved my life. You were right. That goblin’s spear went through my iron skin like it was nothing. I’ve never felt such pain.”
“Save your strength.” He patted Talon’s hand. “You’ve still got healing to do.”
Jen turned to Edward and Alec. “Get a stretcher built. He won’t be walking anywhere for a while.”
Damien left them to their work and walked through the late afternoon shadows toward the goblin’s lair. That demon hadn’t appeared from nowhere. He needed to search the lair for a clue as to its origin.
He hadn’t taken three steps when Jen grabbed his wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To have a look around.” He nodded toward the lair entrance.
“I’ll come with you. The guys have things under control out here.”
They continued on together. At the mouth of the tunnel Damien conjured a globe of light without breaking stride. He winced at the stench of rot and corruption. He hadn’t expected a goblin lair to smell of perfume, but this was nasty.
They turned down the short branch to the sleeping chamber. It looked the same as they’d seen through his bug’s eyes.
“Thanks for helping Talon. He might be a jerk, but he’s a good soldier.”
Damien turned back toward the main corridor. “I’m glad I could do something. If John were here he’d have purged that wound and had Talon sealed up in ten minutes.”
“Could he have handled the demon too?”
Damien headed toward the central chamber. “Probably not. The best healers rarely have dense soul force. It lets them refine their power enough to affect a body on the cellular level, but that sort of control doesn’t help much in a fight.”
“If we stumbled on this place alone, could my squad have beaten that demon?”
“Maybe.”
She grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. “Tell me the truth.”
Damien looked into his sister’s eyes and saw something he never thought he’d see, doubt and fear. The battle with the demon had shaken her more than he realized. “No, I don’t think so. The sorcerer would have cut you to pieces while you tried not to get killed by the demon. The goblins, even corrupted as they were, you could have managed. But the demon and sorcerer, with their ability to use external soul force, no.”
Her lips trembled and he thought she might cry. “My decision to attack might have gotten them all killed, might have gotten me killed.”
Damien covered her hand with his. “We’re all okay. The goblins are dead and no longer a threat to the people. You held your own against a demon. Things could have been much worse.”
“Thanks, little brother.”
The central chamber, like every other chamber in the place, was a mess. Damien’s explosion hadn’t helped any. Bits of broken wood mixed with rotted flesh and strips of skin. Damien ignored most of that and went right up to the throne.
It was a crude thing, roughly built from scraps of wood and bound with leather thongs. It was a wonder it supported the demon’s weight. At its base was a stone slab.
Damien leaned in for a closer look. On the edge of the slab it looked like someone had engraved runes. He conjured a blast of energy to smash the throne off the slab. On the top of the altar was a carving of a horned skull.
“What is that?” Jen asked.
“A sacrificial altar. A cult of the Horned One must have operated here at one time. The goblins built their lair around the altar. The question is, did the cult summon the demon or did it enter the area on its own?”
“How would you know?”
“I wouldn’t, but there are sorcerers who specialize in this sort of thing. I’ll report what we found and they’ll send someone out to investigate. But first I have to ward this place so no one wanders in.”
Damien conjured a ball of energy and left it floating in the central chamber. As they walked back out, he put a similar ball in each chamber they passed, linking them together with strands of energy. When they reached the exit he put up a barrier so no one could enter.
“There. Can you guys make it back to The Citadel on your own?”
Rhys had Talon bandaged up and Edward and Alec were putting the finishing touches on a stretcher. Jen nodded. “We’ll make camp and head back in the morning. Will you return for the festival tomorrow?”
“Depends what the masters have to say, but I’ll try.” Damien leapt into the sky and flew back towards the tower to report.
The sun had set when Damien landed in the empty yard outside the tower. He hoped the headmaster would still be in his office as he had no way to get in touch with the high sorcerers on the top floor. The doors opened at his approach; he’d gotten in the habit of opening them unconsciously using his power.
He turned down the left-hand corridor and found the headmaster’s door closed. He knocked and when there was no response tried the handle and found it locked.
Damn it! Where could he be?
He left the administrative area and headed upstairs to the dining room. Perhaps the old man was getting something to eat. He pushed through the double doors and looked around the room. Nothing but students.
He ground his teeth in frustration. Where else? Ann would know, if he could find her.
Damien made his way up to the third floor but when he reached her training room found it empty. Cursing the universe in general and teachers in particular, Damien went up to the sixth floor to try her apartment. He knocked on the closed door and after a few seconds, to his immense relief, it opened.
“Damien?” Ann stood in the doorway, dark hair dripping, wearing a short robe that left her legs bare. “I thought you went to see your family.”
“I did. I helped Jen and her squad track down some goblins. Turns out they were led by a demon. We killed it, but inside their lair I found an altar to the Horned One. I couldn’t tell if the demon was summoned there or not, so I came back to report after I warded the lair against intruders.”
“Slow down. You killed a demon? By yourself?”
“Jen helped.”
“Really?”
“A little.”
Ann stepped away from the door. “Come in. I need to get dressed then we have to go talk to Thomas.”
Half an hour later found Damien and Ann seated at the headmaster’s coffee table, warm cups of tea in their hands, and Damien repeating his story for the second time. When he finished the headmaster said, “This is troubling news. We
’ve seen nothing from the Horned One’s cult in years. I’ll send a team to investigate first thing in the morning.”
Chapter 22
Damien walked down the familiar black-and-silver hallway towards the dining room. A pair of first-year girls saw him and crossed to the other side of the hall, their eyes wide. He sighed.
Two months had passed since the demon incident and word had spread that he’d killed it on his own. The reactions to the news varied from fear to awe, with fear being by far the most common.
Having the people you saw every day regard you as a monster made life awkward to say the least. Even worse, none of the more experienced sorcerers would take him on as an apprentice. He asked everyone he saw and to a person they found some excuse to deny his request.
Well, he couldn’t do anything about it, so he trained on his own and hoped for the best. The truth was Damien didn’t really know what he wanted to do with his new skills. He had power enough to serve almost anywhere, but he hated the idea of being stuck in a fort somewhere, waiting for trouble to find him. Joining the inquisitors appealed to him. Wandering the kingdom, rooting out corruption, generally helping the people who didn’t have connections among the rich and powerful. Damien couldn’t imagine a more satisfying use for his power.
He pushed through the dining hall doors and the room fell silent as every gaze focused on him. Damien wanted to shout boo, just to see if they’d flinch. Eli was sitting at the end of one of the benches and waved to him. Damien collected his meal, mystery meat and potatoes covered in gravy, the same as usual, and went to join his friend. The three students seated at Eli’s bench made themselves scarce when Damien arrived.
“Maybe I should just eat in my room.”
“Don’t pay any attention to them. Have you heard anything more about the cult?”
Damien sat down. “No one has said anything to me. You’d think since I was the one who discovered them they’d keep me in the loop.”
“I’m sure if there’s any fighting to be done you’ll be the first to hear. What’ve you been doing to keep busy?”
“Practicing on my own. Ann recommended a book on shaping. I’m going to check it out after lunch.”
“What’s it about?”
“Shaping materials other than wood and stone. She says working with more complicated materials will help me learn to better control my power.”
Eli shook his head and smiled. “I can barely manage stone and you’re already looking for more complex materials to work with. I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be. At least no one’s terrified of you.” Damien hated the bitterness in his voice. He’d thought Sorcery would be different than The Citadel, and it had been. For three wonderful years he was just another student, stronger than average, sure, but nothing extraordinary.
Now, thanks to the demon incident, he found himself alone most of the time, the other students too uncomfortable to want to be near him. Even Amanda and Jaden treated him like a snake that might bite them if they did something wrong. Only Eli still acted the same as before. They finished their meal in silence, Damien’s bitter comment having spoiled the mood.
Damien got up to return his plate and Eli grabbed his arm. “You’re joining us tonight for Jaden’s after-testing party, right? We’ll either congratulate or commiserate depending on whether he passes or not.”
“You sure you want me to come? I know I make the others nervous.”
“Don’t worry about it. They need to get used to the new reality. It’s one thing to know you’re strong and another to learn you can kill a demon by yourself.”
“It doesn’t seem to bother you.”
Eli offered a rueful grin. “Remember, I saw your unshielded soul force the day you arrived. I’ve had over three years to accept the fact that you terrify me. Give the others some time. They’ll come around.”
Damien laughed. “All right, everyone’s meeting in our room, right?”
“Yeah, and Jaden’s dad is fixing the food. See you tonight.”
Damien nodded, returned his plate to the counter, and went to the library to fetch the book Ann recommended. His quarters were on the eighth floor. As he walked down the silent hall he shook his head. The reason they assigned him this room was because all the other sorcerers living there were out in the field. He essentially had the whole floor to himself. Well, to hell with them, he’d enjoy the peace and quiet.
The apartments they provided for full sorcerers weren’t much of an improvement on what they gave the students. Same bed, same minimal furniture; the only difference was no roommate and if he wanted to pay for it he could decorate however he wanted. His twenty gold royals a month stipend would buy some nice furniture, but Damien preferred to save his coin. You never knew when the government might decide sorcerers needed a pay cut.
He kicked his shoes off and plunked down on the narrow, lumpy bed. Perhaps he’d splurge on a nice featherbed at least. The book he’d retrieved from the library had a black leather cover and measured at least two inches thick; not exactly light reading.
He opened to the table of contents and scanned down the list of chapters. Shaping organics, crystals, living animals and plants. He stopped when he reached the last entry: forging weapons without heat. Damien had read about swords created by a sorcerer using only soul force. Lizzy was soul-forged and her blade was the purest steel in existence.
Troubles forgotten, Damien flipped to the back of the book and started reading. Jen’s name day was coming in a few months. What would be a better gift than a soul-forged long sword?
Chapter 23
Eli sipped cider and wondered when Damien would arrive. Amanda had walked in fifteen minutes ago wearing a typically gaudy orange-and-red dress. She pounced on the plate of little sandwiches Jaden’s dad had prepared for them the moment she spotted it. He didn’t bother scolding her. Amanda did what she wanted regardless of what anyone said. He’d begged a couple of extra chairs from one of the masters so no one would have to sit on a bed.
They’d decided to have the little party in his room because the masters hadn’t assigned him a new roommate yet. In fact he didn’t expect to get a new roommate this year as they only had three first years and they were all girls. That suited Eli fine as he was an only child and enjoyed being alone. Not that Damien had been a bad roommate, even though he got up every morning at five.
“Is he coming?” Amanda had a half-eaten almond butter sandwich in her left hand and an untouched ham sandwich in her right.
Eli didn’t need to ask who she meant. “Damien said he’d be here. I didn’t tell him a specific time so we’ll just have to wait and see when he shows up. Try not to act so nervous when he gets here.”
“I can’t help it! No one should be that powerful. It’s not natural. The fact that he’s also good with a sword makes it worse. Damien could kill you so many different ways it’s terrifying.”
“Don’t say things like that. He’s our friend…he’s my friend anyway. John’s not afraid of him, that should tell you something.”
“I guess.”
The door swung open and a stiff, sweat-soaked Jaden stood in the doorway, his round face glistening. Eli was starting to ask if the test was that bad when Damien appeared behind him. If Amanda was nervous around Damien then Jaden was flat-out terrified. Eli couldn’t figure out why since Damien had done nothing remotely aggressive toward either of them. If anything, he stood up for them when Sig picked on them. Maybe to them it was like living next to a volcano; you never knew when it might erupt and when it did you couldn’t do a thing about it.
Eli set his cup down and shook both boys’ hands. “I wasn’t sure if you’d make it, Damien.”
Damien smiled. “I got to reading. I wish the tower had windows so I could tell what time it is. I met Jaden on my way downstairs. Tell them the good news.”
Jaden opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat. “I passed.”
Eli grinned and clapped him on the back. “That�
��s great. Apparently everyone’s going to pass on their first try except me.”
“Don’t jinx me.” Amanda came over with the tray of sandwiches and offered one to Damien. “They’re pretty good.”
“Thank you.” Damien took a ham sandwich. Eli handed him a mug of cider and he nodded, his mouth too full to speak. When he swallowed he said, “Which disciplines did you choose?”
Jaden sat in an empty chair and sipped cider. “Detection, shaping, healing, and attack.”
Damien raised an eyebrow and Eli knew how he felt. He figured the last skill the shy young sorcerer would choose would be attack. Eli would have guessed shielding.
Seeing their surprise Jaden offered a weak smile. “Master Zora recommended I do attack over shielding or conjuring since it requires less sustained power.” He glanced at Damien. “What book were you reading?”
Damien finished his sandwich and sat across from Jaden. “Advanced shaping. There’s a chapter on soul-forging weapons. Since I have nothing better to do I thought I’d make a sword for my sister’s name day gift.”
Jaden smiled and the tension seemed to melt out of him. “That’s nice. I should shape something for my mom. Her name day is next month.”
The next hour passed with no tension and lots of laughs. Damien yawned and asked, “Do you have a master lined up?”
Jaden nodded. “I volunteered to do a one-year posting on Lookout Island. The master there knows how to shape a viewer powerful enough to let you see a hundred miles away. I want to learn that conjuring. Besides, nothing ever happens out there. That’s the sort of job for me.”
Damien grinned and everyone stood. They all shook hands and somehow Amanda made off with the leftovers. How did she eat so much and still remain so tiny? When the others had gone he and Damien stood by the door.
“Thanks for this,” Damien said. “I think they’re a little more comfortable with me now. When I met Jaden on the stairs I was afraid he might have a heart attack before we got here.”
Eli smiled, glad he could ease a little of his friend’s worry. “It was fun. I think when you mentioned your sister it reminded everyone that you’re just a regular guy who has a huge soul force. Good luck with her sword.”
