by Candy Crum
Smiling, she told him, "I should've been born a rearick. Sounds like I'd like that a whole hell of a lot more. I would get to be grumpy whenever I liked."
"Keep hangin’ out with me, lass. Ye may not’ve been born a rearick, but yer certainly learnin’ quick. That niece of yers is quite the candidate, too. The women in yer family were built tough. Ye be anything ye wanna be."
With that, he smiled and handed her the final knife before turning and walking away.
7
Scarlett made her way through the Academy, heading for the stairs to go up to what used to be Adrien's office. Their little group was meeting, and Talia had warned her to be on time. The Dean had been showing signs of paranoia and extreme exhaustion, which Scarlett had expected for quite some time.
Talia wasn't nearly as evil as she'd like to think she was, or at least that was Scarlett's judgment. That left her vulnerable to stress.
Scarlett reached the top floor to find someone standing in the office, obviously waiting for her. It was Rebecca, a fellow teacher, and one of Talia's favorite minions. They'd grown increasingly close as of late, which explained why she was the one chosen to wait for her.
Scarlett decided to make the best of the situation.
"Hello, Rebecca," Scarlett said, her voice slightly annoyed. "Are you waiting for me?"
Rebecca gave her an almost sarcastic smile. "I was asked to make sure you made it on time."
Scarlett smiled. "Why the hostility? If I didn't know any better, I would say you didn't like me."
The woman stepped forward. She was short, right around five feet, and her long, medium-brown hair hung several inches past her shoulders. It was stringy, almost as if it hadn't been brushed, though Scarlett knew it had been. She had deep brown, almost black, eyes and a full face—her cheeks seemed to belong on someone twice her size.
She's very plain and boring, Scarlett thought.
It was obvious Rebecca found her to be a threat for more than one reason.
With a smile that was far too confident, the woman said, "That’s because I don't. Talia doesn't trust you, and that means that I don't trust you."
Idiot. Did she not realize that she wasn’t supposed to reveal that kind of information about the person she was minioning for? Useless... for Talia.
Scarlett had been feeling rather exhausted from using so much magic lately, but she figured this expenditure would be more than worth it. Her eyes flashed white, and all expression left the woman's face. Subtlety would be needed here, but she would need to push her influence to get it started.
"I'm sorry you don't trust me. I just worry about Talia. You see, lately she's been acting quite paranoid. I worry about her health, don't you?" Scarlett asked.
Rebecca nodded quickly. "Of course! We all worry about her, but I worry the most, I think."
Scarlett allowed a sympathetic expression across her face. "I know you do. We all do, but I agree that you carry the most on your shoulders. If Talia should fall, it would be up to you to take on all that responsibility."
The woman's eyes widened as she shook her head. "Oh, no. I don't think I could. I'm a follower. I've never been much of a leader. I'm not like you and Talia."
Scarlett nodded. "I understand. It's a hard position to be in sometimes. Talia is very sensitive about how…" Scarlett paused for a moment, exaggerating a bit as she pretended to think over her words. "Well, it hurts her to think she might not be doing a good job. It's up to us to make sure we take care of her, right?"
Scarlett knew what she was doing, but it had to be as subtle as possible. Talia was indeed becoming paranoid, and she was starting to lose control. The mystic needed the rest of them to see it, and this bitch had made herself an easy target by challenging her.
Scarlett was going to turn her need to be wedged up Talia's ass against her. The moment Talia saw her whispering to the others and talking about her, it would send her paranoia skyrocketing. Might even cause an outburst, alerting the others that Talia might not be as fit for power as she used to be.
The woman nodded again. "Yes! We need to take care of her."
"Maybe you should talk to the others. Just whisper to them whenever you can. Make sure they know they should be there for her."
Rebecca took a step closer and nodded again. "I'll talk to them tonight, as soon as we go downstairs."
"That's so kind of you. Really. See? Not so bad! We are on the same side. I worry about her, too. We have to take care of one another, don’t we?" Scarlett smiled, taking a step forward. She'd only used a little bit of magic so far, but she needed to end this properly. Talia couldn't know it was her. Scarlett felt her magic flow through her as she reached into Rebecca's mind. "And all of this was your idea. You came up with it on your own. Good job. I had nothing to do with it. In fact, we never had this conversation."
Using only a tiny bit extra magic, Scarlett convinced the woman she'd only just walked in the door.
"Hi, Scarlett," Rebecca said, her smile genuine this time. "Talia had me wait up here for you. Want to walk down with me?"
Scarlett smiled. "Thank you. That's awfully sweet of you both. I'd love to."
Talia waited impatiently in the basement, pacing back and forth across the meeting space. Everyone in the room was silent, and she liked it that way. Gave her time to think. She heard the door open and turned, her eyes never leaving the stairs. Within moments, Scarlett and Rebecca descended into the basement.
"Scarlett, so nice of you to join us. Rebecca, thank you," Talia said.
Rebecca beamed at the praise. "Thank you. Oh, sorry, I mean you're welcome."
The girl was pathetic, but at least she was loyal.
Jackson stood and made his way over to Talia. Yet another of her loyal fans. The boy was completely obsessed with her, something that had come in very handy. If he only knew just how little he meant to her...
"Thanks for coming, everyone." Jackson opened the meeting. "As you all know, things have wound down some after the battle. It's been about a week, and everyone is starting to get back into their routine. The scars from the attack have largely been cleaned up and fixed, and people have been returning to work and to the Academy. What we decide now will dictate where the city will go."
Talia was impressed. The boy wasn't a complete and total idiot, only a partial one. "Jackson is right. Now is the most important time. I've reached out to the governor of Cella and invited what is left of his city to come to Arcadia. The reasons were simple. First, Cella is loyal to me. They know me, and they know that I'm a good person to get behind. Second, their army is weak. They lost far more people than we did because their army was small to begin with. Now it's been cut in half, so they're all but useless at this point. Even though our own city was attacked, they would still be safer within our walls."
Jackson was apparently excited by the idea and interrupted, but Talia didn't seem to mind. "On top of them being safer here in Arcadia, they would also have housing. There are still a lot of houses empty after the Battle for Arcadia, and the Boulevard is coming along nicely, too. Even more noble homes will be available once the trash goes back where it belongs."
Everyone seemed to like that idea, the idea of the Boulevard people being shoved back into the corner they’d been kept in for years. The families from that area made it easy by wanting to go back. There hadn’t been a whole lot of pushing necessary on the part of the nobles. They knew where they belonged, and they wanted to return. The group seemed more than pleased to hear this part of the plan was going well.
Talia once again took over the conversation. "Amelia has done nothing but hide in the Capitol building. She has been beaten, and she knows it. She knows that if there's even an attempt by her to do anything in the city, we have the necessary means to take her out completely. She's been quiet because she's hoping for a miracle."
There were a few laughs from the group. Margaret, one of the students who had joined the group, seemed to find this most amusing. "She probably thinks her little druid
bitch is going to come back and save them. Pathetic."
Talia smiled. "And that's exactly why she will fail. She's hoping for something that's not going to happen. Arryn is dead on that mountain. She is not coming back. Amelia knows we have control of the city, and she can't do anything. Still, we must be careful. Our control is weak. If we make one wrong step, the spell could be undone and Amelia could swoop in and save the day."
There were several nods from her attentive audience. As she looked around after her speech, she noticed Rebecca pointing at her as she whispered to one of the other teachers. For a moment, they both looked at her before turning back to their conversation.
Try as she might, she couldn't ignore it. It was obvious they were talking about her, and their expressions weren’t pleased. She couldn't help but wonder exactly what they were discussing.
This came as quite a surprise to her, because Rebecca was the one she trusted the most in the group other than Jackson. Both of them seemed quite enamored with her. She made a mental note to get to the bottom of that as soon as possible. She would not be undermined by the likes of them.
Caydon and Camdon both seemed to be very excited about Talia's proposal. Caydon raised his hand before saying, "That's why we haven't taken another student, right? Because it would mess something up?"
Camdon chimed in, "Yeah, we were curious about that, because it seems like if we had more power, we could do a lot more. Nothing could stop us."
Talia almost regretted introducing them to the old myth that drinking the blood of others would allow them to harness more of their power. It had been necessary at the time to get them to play along and do what she needed them to do, but it could backfire on her.
Talia shook her head. "No. We can't do anything like that right now. If we do, it will get out into the city. Right now, they believe Arryn is guilty of those murders. If we kill someone else, they will believe it wasn’t Arryn, and Amelia will have all the power she needs to regain control. Some people might believe Arryn is back in the city, but most will believe someone else is guilty."
Talia went on and on, answering questions that bored and annoyed her to no end. Scarlett was surprisingly quiet as she sat in the back watching everyone. Talia hoped she was being helpful and getting into the minds of the others, but she honestly had no idea where Scarlett’s head was any longer.
At this point, all Talia had was herself. She could only trust herself. The plan for Cella to come to Arcadia was a good one. It would create hope in Arcadia by increasing the number of skilled warriors in the Guard. It would further help her because the people from Cella loved her. She'd made a lot of friends there, and that would only increase with her efforts to help them. Soon, she would have enough control to make her final move against Amelia, and soon, the city.
8
Amelia wasn't the type to sit around and do nothing, though she had been working very hard to make it look that way. She had been practicing more and more with Ash in hopes he would bond with her a bit more, and he had.
It was nothing like the bond Cathillian had with Echo, but she and the raven got along quite nicely.
Every morning, Amelia sent Ash out. Surprisingly, after having met Maddie only once, he was able to find her without issue. Things were starting to point in the right direction for her, but she did not dare become careless. She knew her seemingly good fortune could change at the drop of a hat.
Every moment of every day her enemies calculated ways to send her further into the darkness and prevent her from doing the job she had set out to do. It was true they had her trapped, but she wasn't the type to take that easily. She would do whatever was necessary to survive and help those who needed it most.
That included working with a disgraced Master Engineer.
"Have you figured out what you want to ask me to do?" Elon looked up from the bed in his cell.
Amelia smiled. "Are you going to say no?"
He sat up all the way and leaned forward a bit, his eyes burning into hers. "Is this personal? Is it for your own personal gain, or for Arryn?"
Had he responded like that two weeks ago—before he'd met Arryn—her eyes would've widened and her jaw would've hit the floor, but at this point Elon had proven himself to have more depth than she'd originally thought. His question didn’t surprise her at all.
Amelia shook her head. "No. Not for me. At this point, everything I'm doing is either for Arryn or for the city."
Elon slowly nodded his head. "As far as Arryn is concerned, helping the city is helping her, and vice versa."
Amelia took a step forward, her hands wrapping around the bars. "Yes. That's exactly how I think of it."
"Good. Then I won't decline."
She gave a sigh of relief, exhaling a breath Amelia hadn't realized she'd been holding. Even though she knew Elon was using Arryn as an opportunity for redemption, her recent string of bad luck had warned her not to get her hopes up, regardless of how certain she was of his good intentions.
"Thank you," Amelia said.
Elon waved a hand, inviting her to come inside. "The door's unlocked, but I assume you know that. Come on in and have a seat, and we’ll discuss whatever it is you want."
Amelia opened the door and stepped inside, not bothering to close it. Elon could have escaped at any point, but he hadn’t—he had stayed there from a sense of duty to his son Gregory. She believed he stayed now because he had an opportunity to make things right with at least one of the children he'd betrayed, even though his betrayal of Arryn and her family hadn't been intentional.
"I want to talk to you about some magitech. I have some ideas, but we no longer have a Master Engineer. You know as well as I do that no one in the city is even half as smart as you are, as much as it pains me to say it. That being said, I need something designed and built that will keep the city safe. We can't risk any more remnant attacks."
He sat there for a moment thinking over her words, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, it sounds like we might have our work cut out for us. What did you have in mind?"
Amelia went into detail, describing something she had been thinking of since soon after the last battle with the remnant. Placing inexperienced guards between the city and the Madlands was a terrible idea. If another remnant invasion happened, they would be overrun in minutes, maybe even seconds.
There had to be something else.
She’d remembered Arryn's explosive use of lightning. It had been untrained, sure, but it had burst from the sky and rained down on the attackers, taking out many before they even reached the gate. What if they had a way to do that without risking the lives of the men and women of the Guard?
"You want to build a perimeter, so to speak," Elon mused.
Amelia nodded, an excited smile on her face. "Yes. A perimeter, but only out by the Madlands. We would have to figure out a way to hide it, but we could post warning signs every so often. Since the remnant can't read, they would have no way of knowing what the signs said."
"And if they came charging through, they'd be met by certain death." Elon took a moment to ponder the idea, then smiled and nodded. "I think I can design something by the end of the day, actually. Maybe a couple days. I can't construct it here, and you can't let me loose. However, you were wrong earlier."
Amelia looked at him, confused. "About what?"
Elon smiled. "I'm not the smartest man in the city. I had a mentor, Waylon. He was a very quick learner when the city first began, and quite the inventor. I went to him because I wanted to be that good, too. He taught me a lot, and I built from it. If you go see him, he'll be able to build whatever I design."
Amelia smiled, filled with even more hope now than she'd walked in with. Elon gave her instructions and the list of things he would need to design what she’d asked for. Luckily, all those things were inside the Capitol building already. They had been seized from his house after the revolution.
She had hoped another inventor would come forward to be the city’s new engineer and she could p
ass those things on to that person, but it hadn't worked out that way.
When she dropped everything off to him, she saw a spark she hadn't seen in quite some time. He looked at her, momentarily grabbing her hand. "Thank you for the opportunity. I won't let her down. I won't let the city down. Not this time."
Amelia smiled, somewhat satisfied that Gregory had been avenged in a way she doubted even he could have expected. She turned and made her way back upstairs, careful that no one saw her leave the jail before heading back to her office.
Scarlett was very careful as she left the city; it was a big risk forsaking sleep to further her plan. If all went well, she was on her way to taking control, as she’d planned from the moment she’d first stepped into Arcadia. If the worst were to happen, however, her fatigue would keep her from using the magic she would need.
On the way out of the city, she made sure she controlled what those around her saw as she usually did. They never saw her leave, since she’d entirely erased their memory of her as she passed.
As she traveled, her mind wandered to the reason for this escape. It had been because of a chance meeting, one she hadn't anticipated but had certainly been excited by because of the opportunities it presented.
A couple weeks before, there had been quite the disturbance in the city. Scarlett could sense a large amount of magic being used, and she was more than interested in figuring out exactly who and what was causing such a disruption in a city filled with mediocre magic users.
