Griffin's Destiny

by Lelsie Ann Moore

  “This is no time for a magic lesson!” Sonoe snapped.

  “Sonoe is right, Chiana,” Taya agreed, but before she could say any more, Ashinji had a small orb of light glowing on his palm. Neither as large nor as bright as those of the Kirians, it was magelight nonetheless, and he had done it just as Gran had said he could.

  He cupped his hand and tossed the orb away from him as he would a game ball. It described a graceful arc and came to rest, hovering, just above the hole in the floor.

  Despite the heavy layers of wool, leather, and fur between his skin and the air, Ashinji felt the bitter cold seeping into his flesh. He reached into the sleeve of his coat, withdrew a pair of thick leather gloves then pulled them on over fingers already numb with cold.

  “Don’t come down until I say so,” he said as he carefully picked his way along the jumbled surface of broken slabs and loose debris.

  Frost glittered like a crust of diamonds on the stones beneath his boots, but despite the treacherous footing, he made it to the corridor below without mishap. With a flick of his hand, he sent the tiny sphere of magelight spinning down the passage. The way appeared unobstructed, at least as far as the magelight could travel.

  Cupping his hands to his mouth, he called up through the hole. “The passage is clear. Be careful where you put your feet. The stones are very slippery!” Sonoe scrambled through first, followed closely by Jelena. Gran came next, with Taya and Amara, who leaned heavily on the princess for support, bringing up the rear.

  Ashinji stepped up to take his mother’s arm, but she waved him off.

  “I don’t need your help, Son. I can walk on my own. Look to your wife.”

  She’s deliberately downplaying her condition to reassure me, but what can I do?

  His mother seemed determined to not add her own pain to the burdens her son already carried. With a sigh of resignation, Ashinji turned away and went to stand beside Jelena.

  “Come sisters, we must hurry,” Taya urged. “Time is running short.”

  “Yes, I can feel it, too,” Gran responded. She sent her own magelight bobbing down the corridor after Ashinji’s smaller one.

  Ashinji met Jelena’s gaze. “Feel what?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

  “The Nameless One,” Sonoe replied. “He knows we are here.”

  Ashinji glanced at the youngest Kirian, and for an instant, he thought he saw a tiny smile twitch her sensuous mouth. All of his instinct for danger raced along every nerve and without conscious thought, he had his dagger in his hand and leveled at her before he realized it.

  Sonoe’s eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness. “What are you doing?” she whispered, taking a step backward.

  Ashinji looked at the knife and then back at Sonoe. Slowly, he re-sheathed the weapon. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

  “Apology accepted.” Sonoe licked her lips, then added, “I know you’re afraid. We all are.” Despite her soothing tone, Ashinji still could not banish his unease. He found it impossible to erase from his mind the memory of that terrible vision he had, back when he had been a slave in Darguinia, of Sonoe reaching into Jelena’s throat and removing something.

  “Follow me!” Taya commanded. She set off down the corridor at a brisk pace. Ashinji took Jelena’s hand and fell in behind the princess. Sonoe, Gran, and Amara walked abreast at their heels. The corridor stretched ahead of them, arrow straight. The floor had buckled in places and deep cracks scored the walls and ceiling, but the structural integrity of this part of the fortress appeared to have survived the monumental forces that had torn the rest of the complex apart.

  They hurried along in silence with only the scuff of their boots on the flagstones to break the stillness. Ahead, Ashinji could see the magelights had stopped before what looked like a wall of blackness. As the group drew closer, the wall resolved itself into a massive stone doorframe. The twisted remnants of iron hinges hung in jagged shards from the sides. The doorway itself gaped like an empty black maw.

  “The main Spell Chamber should be through this doorway. Pray that it’s still intact,” Taya said. The group approached with caution, but before Taya could step through the gap, Ashinji laid a hand on her arm to stop her.

  “No, Princess. Let me go first.” Taya hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded and stepped aside, allowing Ashinji to step over the threshold, his little magelight floating ahead.

  He found himself standing in an eight-sided chamber, empty save for a large platform in its exact center. The chamber appeared to be fashioned of black stone. Deep cracks fissured the walls and rubble-strewn floor. Part of the ceiling had caved in, creating a pile of broken stone near the platform. A thick, unbroken layer of dust covered the floor and the top surface of the platform. Ashinji took a step forward and kicked up such a choking cloud, he had to fall back through the opening to the corridor outside.

  “The…room’s pretty much…intact,” he gasped, then succumbed to a sneezing fit. Eyes watering, throat burning, he struggled to clear his lungs of the irritating dust.

  Taya stepped forward to peer into the room. She withdrew, clicking her tongue in dismay. “We’ll need to clear out all that dust first, or none of us will be able to breathe.”

  “I’ll do it,” Gran volunteered. The elder Kirian raised her right hand.

  “Ashi, Jelena, stand away from the doors,” Amara instructed. Gran spoke three words and Ashinji felt the air around him beginning to stir. He pressed his back against the chilly stone, one arm looped protectively around Jelena’s waist.

  A ghostly veil of dust swirled through the gap between the doors and flowed, serpentine-like, past Gran and down the corridor, disappearing into the darkness behind her. When she lowered her hand a few heartbeats later, Taya once more peered into the room, then looked over her shoulder at the others and nodded.

  The princess slipped through the gap and crossed the chamber to the central platform. Gran’s spell had scoured the chamber clean. Not a speck of dust remained to dull the polished floor—black as the night sky during a new moon—beneath Ashinji’s boots.

  Gran and Amara followed Taya to the platform, where they laid down their bundles, then opened them to reveal an assortment of magical paraphernalia: a small thurible, a chalice, beeswax tapers, a glass rod. Ashinji realized the slab must be an altar. Sonoe pulled a small pouch from her sash and paced clockwise around the altar, sprinkling the contents of the pouch on the floor to form a circular space whose boundaries consisted of a crystalline white powder.

  “When we begin the Ritual, you can’t step outside this circle,” Sonoe instructed, looking pointedly at Ashinji. “It will be very dangerous for you if you do.” She tucked the now empty pouch back in her sash and brushed her hands together. Amara and Gran busied themselves with setting up the altar, while Taya moved to the periphery of the room and paced through each corner, her eyes trained on the featureless black walls as if searching for something.

  “Jelena, pet, how are you?” Sonoe inquired, caressing Jelena’s cheek, and though he tried otherwise, Ashinji could detect nothing but genuine concern in her voice.

  “I’m better than I thought I would be.” Jelena looked at Ashinji and smiled. “It helps that my husband is here. I don’t think I’d be nearly so calm without him.”

  “You are the bravest of all of us,” Sonoe murmured, and pulled Jelena close, kissing her forehead. “I love you, my dear friend.”

  “And I you,” Jelena replied. Ashinji struggled to control his unease, but every nerve thrummed with alarm. As the two women held each other, his agitation grew, until he could no longer contain it. Gripping Jelena’s shoulders, he pulled her out of Sonoe’s arms, eliciting a gasp of surprise from both women. Jelena turned on him, her eyes demanding an explanation.

  “Sonoe has to…to prepare for the Ritual now, love, and I want these last moments with you all to myself,” he offered, realizing his reason must sound awkward, but not caring.

  “Your husband is right, pet,�
� Sonoe responded. If she had taken offense to Ashinji’s action, she gave no sign. “You two need do nothing now. We’ll call you when it’s time.”

  “Young man, keep watch at the doors until we are ready.” Taya had finished her circuit of the room; frustration swirled about her like thunderclouds .

  “Of course, Princess,” Ashinji replied.

  “There are spells of protection woven into the walls and floor of this chamber, but I can’t find a way to activate them!” The chief Kirian seemed to be giving voice to her thoughts rather than addressing anyone in particular.

  Sonoe moved over to stand beside the princess. “Perhaps if we tried…” she began.

  Ashinji took Jelena’s hand and led her toward the doors, out of earshot of Sonoe’s suggestion. They sat down and Jelena snuggled against him, laying her head on his shoulder. Ashinji could feel his backside going numb with cold, but he ignored the petty discomfort.

  They sat in silence for a time, concealed by the darkness, their arms locked about each other. At last, Ashinji spoke. “You don’t know how much I want to get up and run as fast as I can from this place, get you away from here to somewhere safe.” All of the anger, pain, sorrow, and fear he had, until this very moment, managed to keep in check, now clamored to break free.

  “I do know, my love,” Jelena replied, almost too softly to hear. “But we both know we can’t. We have to do this, for our daughter, so she can live.”

  Ashinji removed a glove so he might caress Jelena’s face and feel the softness of her cheek. A rush of desire, so powerful it made him dizzy, swept through him. He pressed his lips hard against hers, feeling as though he would drown in the sweet ecstasy of her taste. “I want to make love to you so badly right now,” he whispered.

  “Then do,” she replied then wiggled onto his lap. Freeing her hands of her own gloves, she began pulling at the laces of his trousers.

  “No, wait!” he gasped, grabbing her fingers. “We can’t!” His body shivered with swelling passion.

  “Why not?” Jelena breathed into his ear.

  “Because there’s not enough time!”

  Jelena looked over her shoulder toward the altar where the four mages worked, then back at Ashinji. “They’ll just have to wait for us, then,” she declared, smiling.

  With a groan, Ashinji surrendered.

  ***

  Amara found them sitting by the doors, arms around each other, heads together, eyes closed. Regret, sharp as a serpent’s strike, stung her heart.

  They look so innocent and beautiful, like two children asleep, she thought. For a moment, she wondered if she could somehow spare them the agonies to come.

  No.

  The sweet smell of incense tickled her nostrils.

  All is prepared.

  She felt a subtle shift in the energy of the room, a growing heaviness in the atmosphere, seeping up from below.

  He knows, Goddess help us!

  “Ashi…Jelena.” Ashinji’s eyes snapped open as if he had been waiting for her summons. He rubbed Jelena’s hands and kissed her eyelids until she woke. Amara waited until they had both gained their feet. She glanced at the altar where her fellow mages waited, then looked back at her son and daughter-in-law.

  “It is time,” she said.

  The Sundering

  Arm in arm, they approached the altar where the other Kirians waited.

  The last time Jelena and I stood before an altar was on our wedding day.

  Ashinji felt himself losing his grip on his emotions; fiercely, he struggled to regain control.

  I must not falter, not now!

  Jelena walked with a firm, purposeful tread. Without hesitation or help, she stepped up to the polished black stone slab and lay down. Gran stood ready with a small cushion for her head. Ashinji took his place, standing at her side.

  Jelena reached up and clasped his hand. “Don’t hesitate, Ashi,” she whispered.

  He nodded, half-blinded by tears. She let go of his hand, undid the ties of her heavy jacket, and pushed the quilted wool aside. Loosening the laces at the neck of her tunic, she pulled down the thick fabric to expose the bare skin above her left breast.

  The fog of their breath, mingled with incense smoke, wreathed the Kirians’ forms in a bluish haze. The mages looked like a quartet of spirits, called up from some otherworldly plane to perform an unfathomable, arcane task. They formed a circle around the altar, and Ashinji could feel their combined Talents enclosing them in a wall of protective energy.

  The floor shuddered. Ashinji looked around apprehensively. “What was that?” he whispered.

  “We must start now,” Taya said, ignoring him. She picked up a plain leather sheath and withdrew a knife, a double hand-span in length with a slight curve to the blade. Ashinji could tell, even without holding it, that the knife was very fine, well balanced and razor-sharp. The princess reversed the blade to lie along her forearm, then offered it to him, hilt-first. After a moment’s hesitation, he took it from her. At any other time, he would have appreciated the feel of such a finely crafted weapon, but now, he just wanted to hurl it away.

  “Sonoe, activate the circle,” Taya directed. Sonoe turned and muttered a single word. The crystalline powder on the floor flared and burned with a white flame for several heartbeats. When the fire flickered out, a glowing, circular trace remained, like a thread of light carved into the stone itself. A shimmering haze sprang up from the trace and arched over their heads, enclosing them within a dome of magical energy.

  The floor shook again. Ignoring the tremor, Taya looked down at Jelena and said in a commanding voice, “Open your mind to us now, Niece.” The great ruby hanging at her breast glowed like a blood-red star. She laid her hand on her niece’s forehead and Jelena’s eyelids drooped. Taya glanced at the other Kirians. “Follow me in,” she instructed. All four women closed their eyes.

  Wracked with shivers, Ashinji could do naught but wait. The knife felt cold in his hand, and his mouth had gone so dry, he doubted he could speak beyond a croak if called upon.

  Grab Jelena and run! Get out of here, now! his panicked, inner voice screamed, but the part of him that recognized duty and responsibility prevailed.

  No, I can’t. I must see this through.

  Impulsively, he sent his consciousness plunging in after the Kirians.

  Jelena’s mind lay open, without any protective barriers to slow his entry. He dropped like a stone through water, pushing toward the blue light pulsing with each beat of her heart, nestled there at the center of her being.

  It’s always been so beautiful, he thought, remembering when he had first seen the Key, in his earliest visions of Jelena, before he knew she truly existed in the flesh.

  The four Kirians hovered over the Key like fireflies near a lamp. Ashinji moved closer, straining to discern their thoughts.

  Ashi, get out at once! We need you to keep watch!

  Amara’s mental command stung him like a whip. Ashinji considered defying his mother, then conceded that she was right. Reluctantly, he withdrew. He opened his eyes and sucked in the smoky air. The mages stood unmoving, hands at their sides, eyes shut. Ashinji had no choice but to wait.

  He began to count.

  When he had reached one hundred and fifty seven, all four Kirians opened their eyes simultaneously. Jelena stirred and moaned his name. Ashinji crouched so his lips could touch her ear.

  “I’m right here, my love,” he whispered.

  Her hand fluttered up to his cheek and she sighed, “Almost done now.” Ashinji looked up at Amara, a question in his eyes.

  “We’ve soothed her, just enough so she won’t feel the full pain of the knife,” Amara explained. “We need her to be partially aware, so she can help to expel the Key from her body. She knows what she has to do.”

  With gentle strokes, Ashinji ran his fingers through Jelena’s coiled locks.

  I brushed your beautiful hair just this morning, brushed it free of tangles, like I always do…

  “Listen
to me, Wife,” he said, struggling to get the words past the lump in his throat. “You fight, with all your strength, to come back to me. Don’t forget I love you, and I need you, and our daughter needs her mother. You fight!” His voice broke as tears blinded him. “Don’t leave me.” he sobbed.

  “I…promise…I’ll…try,” Jelena replied, her words a mere thread of sound.

  “Young Sakehera, are you ready?” A note of sympathy softened Taya’s clipped question.

  Ashinji dashed the tears from his face and drew himself up to his full height. He nodded once. “I am ready.”

  The princess removed the glowing ruby pendant from her neck and placed it on the altar beside the White Griffin ring. “The Key shall remain safe in our keeping from this day forth,” she intoned. “Ensconced in the Eye of Lajdala, it will become the sacred duty of all those who wear this symbol of office to guard it with their lives.” She raised her hands and the other Kirians followed suit. “Wait for my signal,” the princess said, looking at Ashinji. “It is vitally important the old vessel be broken at the exact instant the new one is ready.”

  This isn’t just an inanimate object to be broken, this is my wife!

  Ashinji felt himself drowning in despair.

  Taya began to chant.

  ***

  At long last! The moment of my release is at hand! She has brought them, just as she said she would, and most importantly, they have brought the Key!

  Pathetic bitches! I will make them all grovel before me, and after I’ve taken my pleasure from their puny bodies, I will slaughter them and paint the walls with their blood. But first, I must secure the Key, the only thing that really matters!

  How infuriating, this need to wait on her, but I’ve no choice. Only through the use of her body can I ultimately make my escape. The red bitch thinks she’s so very clever! Did she really believe she could conceal her innermost thoughts from me? Oh, but I have a very nasty surprise for her!

  I can feel the force of their magic, building…When they shatter the vessel and release the Key, she will open the way for me and I will come roaring through, wielding my vengeance like a scourge! I will utterly destroy the Kirians, once and for all!