The Song of Eloh Saga

by Megg Jensen

  “I don’t know why anyone here would do this.” Krissin’s arrogant attitude from a few moments ago was gone, replaced by a simpering, whiny girl. Maybe she was doing it for Ace’s benefit. I had to believe Ace would find her more attractive if she didn’t play the role of an innocent princess. But what did I know about guys?

  “Let’s get the facts first,” Mark said. “Who knew about the plan?”

  Krissin tapped her fingertip to her cheek, eyes rolled up in her head pretending like she was thinking.

  “Oh, for Eloh’s sake,” I said. “Krissin, Nemison, Jada, Reese and his wife Hanne. It has to be one of them. No one else knew about the plan, right?” Krissin nodded. “Then it has to be Jada or Reese or Hanne.”

  “I’ve known all of them my whole life,” Krissin said. “I can’t imagine why any of them would want to hurt me or our people like this. We’re all working for the greater good. We just want everyone to be free and happy.”

  Krissin’s fake optimism and childish naiveté were really starting to irritate me. It was almost worse than her true, pompous self.

  “Is that why you killed the man you once thought was your father?” I asked her. I was tired of her pretending to be a damsel in distress.

  Ace’s head perked up. “You killed the last ruler? How? Was it an accident?”

  Krissin sent me an evil look. “Well, um, no, not really. I sort of poisoned him.”

  “And told him who you were as he died,” I added.

  “You killed him and had the time to rub it in?” Ace’s eyes grew wider. “Nice. I usually kill people so quickly I don’t have time to gloat over it. That’s amazing. I’ll have to try that sometime.”

  “Really?” Krissin asked. She stretched out to her full height, short as she was, and her form took on the shape of the Krissin I knew. Strong, intimidating, unwilling to take prisoners. Though I think she was about to capture Ace.

  “You’ll have to tell me about it sometime,” he said, staring at her.

  “Of course,” she said. “We’ll have a quiet dinner. Tonight. I’ll have my private chef prepare anything you like.”

  Mark rolled his eyes and smiled. I smiled back. Finally the real Krissin was here and we could talk about what we needed to do.

  “I think the best way to find out who our traitor is will be done by following Alia. We know she’s up to something and we need to find out who she’s working with. I think once we know that, it will be easy to find out what we’re dealing with,” Mark said.

  “It’ll be impossible,” I said. “Once she gets down in those slave corridors, I don’t know how we’ll find her again. It would be so easy to slip away in the dark.”

  “Slave corridors? Dark? What are you talking about?” Krissin asked.

  “That’s how she snuck me out of the palace,” I said. “Through the slave passageways.”

  Krissin planted her hands on her hips. “There are no slave corridors in this palace. Every slave walks through the same hallway we do. Do you think I’d send my own people through dark, dank hallways? Unlike your home in the north, my slaves are allowed to see the sun. It’s encouraged!”

  “But, the hallways she took me through. The sleeping chambers with bedrolls on the floor…”

  “Our slaves sleep in beds just like yours,” Krissin insisted. “Well, smaller or maybe two to a bed, but they don’t sleep on the floor. And many of them go home at night to be with their families. I don’t force anyone to stay here. It’s an honor to serve at my palace!”

  “It was all a ruse,” I fumed, “to gain my trust. She knew I used to be a slave and she used that against me.” I stomped my foot and then kicked a nearby chair. “Why does everyone lie to me? Better yet, why do I always fall for it?”

  Mark put his arm around my shoulders, but I shrugged it off. “I am so tired of being this victim that everyone uses for their own means.” I pulled the wig off my head, sat down on the chair I’d kicked and rubbed my scalp.

  I felt like an idiot. My empathy, which I believe to be my greatest strength, was actually my worst enemy.

  “Pull yourself together Reychel,” Krissin said. “She probably took you down the abandoned corridors. Obviously someone wanted Alia to gain your trust and she did. There’s nothing wrong with trusting in total strangers.”

  I looked up as Krissin covered a tiny smirk. Ace snorted in the background.

  “Ignore them,” Mark said, shooting both of them dirty glances. “You are who you are. Don’t let anyone take away what makes you special.”

  “It doesn’t mean I have to be naïve,” I said. I clenched my fists. “Fine, it’s too late. I know the truth now. What are we going to do about this?”

  “We’re going to do what you said. We’re going to follow her,” Mark said.

  “We can’t,” I said. “She knows all of us and she’d be suspicious if we were hanging around her every move.”

  Krissin stomped around the room, her silk dress trailing behind her. It was strange to see someone so beautiful acting like a child, but that was Krissin.

  “I have a solution,” she said, her teeth glinting through a smirk. “Ace can pretend to be a visiting noble from the north. He’d have to remain here in the palace, of course. I couldn’t allow you to go back to that dirty camp you have in the mountains.”

  “No, no of course not,” Ace agreed. “It would be a sacrifice for me to stay here, but I would do it, if my Prophet commanded.” He turned to me and bowed. I’m sure no one would have blamed me if I’d kicked him.

  “I don’t really care what you do,” I said, trying to ignore his jibes.

  “But I would need a servant to help me.” Ace turned to Mark. “Do you mind serving me?”

  Mark laughed. “I feel like your servant most of the time when we’re on the road. Brushing your horse, getting your food, helping you tie your boots.”

  “I have a bad back.” Ace reached and placed his hand on his lower back. “Hurts to bend over.”

  Krissin and I laughed. For a moment I felt like we were normal teenagers, not a princess, a Prophet, and two outlaws.

  “Once Ace is in the palace, how will he find out anything? It’s not like Alia will tell him what we want to hear,” I said.

  “I’ll follow her. I’ll be the most annoying, needy nobleman she’s ever served,” Ace said.

  “I can’t imagine you’ll have much trouble faking the annoying part,” I said. I was definitely warming up to his charms. If I liked rascals, I’d fall for Ace just like Krissin had.

  Krissin shot me a nasty look and I quickly erased my smile. She swished to Ace’s side and slid her arm through his. “You’ll need new clothes. Noblemen don’t walk around in that.”

  Ace looked down at his leather riding breeches and white shirt, laced up only to the middle of his chest. Krissin reached over and touched his chest with a fingernail. “This is a completely inappropriate way for a nobleman to dress. I’m sure I can scrounge up something for you.”

  “I don’t know if I can untie my boots,” Ace said, reaching for his back again.

  Krissin’s mouth curled into a tiny leer. “I think I can help you remove any article of clothing that’s giving you trouble.”

  “Okay, you two, I think that’s enough,” Mark said, pulling Krissin’s arm out of Ace’s grasp. “Can we focus on what we’re here for? We’ve only got two days before we launch ourselves into war and we need to find out what Alia’s doing and why.”

  “Hey, a man needs something to come home to after a war.” Ace winked at Krissin.

  “Trust me, I understand that.” Mark looked over his shoulder at me. My heart warmed as I thought about someday, that boring future we both looked forward to. “But right now we need to focus.”

  Ace strode over to Mark and clapped his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “You are my brother in the Sons,” Ace said. “You know better than anyone how serious, how deadly serious I can be about my work. I will find out what Alia is doing and we will win the upcoming war. I may
not be gifted like your Prophet, but I am skilled in ways these girls could never imagine. I will do this. I swear it to you.”

  I tried not to show my surprise. Ace didn’t know Mark was gifted. He had hid it well all these years, even from his best friend.

  “And when we know what Alia is doing,” Krissin added, her eyes narrowing, “I will show her exactly what it means to face someone with a strong, more deadly gift.”

  “What is your gift?” I’d never thought to ask before. She’d told me she was stronger than Nemison, probably as strong as me if not stronger, but never divulged her particular gift.

  “You don’t want to know,” she said.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The next morning Mark knocked on my door before I’d even gotten out of bed. I pulled on a robe over my nightdress and opened the door.

  “What now?” I asked under my breath as I yanked him into my room. I had tossed and turned all night and wasn’t ready to face the day yet. I’d rolled the options over in my head all night. We had to discover what Alia’s game was before Krissin revealed her plan to the people. Too much was at stake. Too much rested on my visions.

  “What role does Krissin and Jada expect me to play if I haven’t seen anything yet? I’ve had one vision, a vision of death in the streets below us. That’s not enough. They want something bigger, something that will convince everyone to fight.”

  “I don’t know.” He shut the door as I sank into the chair by the window. Mark walked over and kissed me on the cheek while I gazed out the window. The clouds rolled in from the west. Dark clouds, amassing like an army in the sky.

  I felt the familiar dizziness and grabbed on to the arms of the chair. Relieved and frightened at the same time, this time I was prepared.

  The vision flashed before my eyes and was over as quickly as it began. I rested my head on the back of the chair, letting my eyelids close as I processed what I’d seen.

  “Reychel,” Mark asked, “are you okay?” He kneeled down and took my hand in his. I glanced at him as his eyes studied my face. I couldn’t help notice how handsome he was. Grateful I didn’t have nausea this time, I couldn’t stomach the thought of vomiting in front of him. This vision was shorter, lasting only a few seconds. Maybe that made a difference.

  “I just had a vision,” I said. “I know why they left Zelor’s house standing.”

  Mark waited.

  “It’s the fireplace,” I explained. “It leads somewhere. It’s a portal, like the one I came through to get here.”

  “But I thought portals were created with the gift when someone needed to move from one place to another. Like Nemison did when you came here.”

  “No,” I said. “Remember at Johna’s cottage? That wall was an existing portal. It’s why she never hung anything on it. Her herbs would have gotten in the way, or at least fallen every time the portal was open. It would have been quite a mess to clean up. The fireplace is a portal too.”

  “What exactly did you see in your vision?” Mark asked.

  “I saw you, and me, going through the portal. We passed through, but I don’t know where we landed. It was so dark.” I paused. “That was it. It’s the shortest vision I’ve ever had. They just keep getting shorter. When I was younger, I would spend hours telling Kandek my stories. But for some reason, the visions now are just choppy. Pieces of the future. Not entire stories.”

  I hit my fist on the arm of the chair. This kept getting harder. Why couldn’t it get easier? I was supposed to be this great Prophet, but my gift wouldn’t cooperate.

  “It’s okay,” Mark said.

  “No, it’s not. But it will have to do because it’s all I’ve got.”

  I let go of his hand and stood up. “Are you ready?”

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “We have to go back to his house. Now. We have to see this through.”

  “I don’t know how to use portals. Do you?”

  “No.” I ran over to the bookshelf, crowded with volumes they expected me to read day in and day out. I’d been through so many of them, even read a few of them twice, but I’d found nothing useful, nothing that taught me how to use my gift of prophecy. However, I had found a few books that taught the basics of using a gift, utilizing techniques any gifted person could use. I hadn’t been able to do much with any of the skills, but there was one that might help us.

  I ran my fingers along the spines, scanning each title until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed the book and pulled it off the shelf. A whirl of dust flew up and tickled my nose.

  “This is it,” I said. I held the title up. Portals: Creating, Using, Destroying.

  “Do you think it will be that easy?” Mark asked.

  “No,” I said with a smile. “It never is for us.”

  I thumbed through the opening of the book, looking for information on how to activate a portal. We’d been standing next to one in Zelor’s cottage and hadn’t even noticed it was there. It was months before I knew about the portal in Johna’s cottage too. It still amazed me how much I had to learn about my gift. I wondered if I’d ever fully understand it all.

  “Stop.” Mark stuck his finger in between two pages. “Look at this right here. Opening a Portal. Let’s read that.”

  He put his chin on my shoulder, looking at the book, his breath tickling my neck. It was distracting, but I forced myself to concentrate on the words in front of me, hoping to learn how I could use the hidden portal in the prophet’s house.

  “Any person with copious amounts of the gift can learn to open a portal,” Mark read. “If a gifted person has been to a place once, he can travel back any time he chooses.”

  “He?” I asked.

  “They obviously thought a great Prophet, such as yourself, wouldn’t need to read about it in the book. It’s for the dumb guys, like me.”

  I smacked Mark lightly on the arm. “Keep reading.”

  “He needs to focus his gift on the place he wishes to enter. Eyes closed and body still. A focused mind leads to faster portal creation.”

  I interrupted again. “Nemison must be very focused. He opened the portal while we were running away from the guards.”

  Mark laughed and continued, “While focusing on the destination, he should raise his hands and flick his fingers. A portal appears. Step through and close from the other side by holding the hand out and drawing the fingers back together again.”

  I shut the book. “It sounds easy, doesn’t it?”

  “Only if you have copious amounts of the gift,” Mark said. “How much is that anyway?”

  “Nemison said I was stronger than him, I just didn’t know how to use my gift. If he can open one while running, surely I can open one while standing still.”

  I closed my eyes and thought about the prophet’s home. I saw the dark room, the fireplace and the empty floors. I raised my hand and flicked my fingers in front of me. Opening one eye, I saw nothing but the chair and window in front of me. I knew it wouldn’t work. I’d tried a week ago to create a portal, but it didn’t work.

  “No portal,” I said. “You try.”

  “Me?” Mark asked. “If you can’t do it, how can I?”

  “Your gift is strong too.”

  “Not as strong as yours,” he said.

  “Afraid?” I asked, teasing him.

  Mark closed his eyes and raised his hand. With one flick of his fingers, a portal shimmered in front of us. I gasped, stunned at how quickly he’d done it. What was wrong with me?

  “I don’t understand,” Mark stammered. “How?”

  “Who cares?” I said, grabbing his hand and still holding the book in my other. “Let’s go through.”

  “Wait a second,” he said, glancing at my clothes. A blush spread over my face when I realized I was still in my bedclothes.

  “I should change,” I said, fingering my robe.

  “You should,” he said. “Do you need help?” His wide-eyed innocent look stood in stark contrast to his wolfish smile.

&n
bsp; “Can you step out of the room for a minute?” I asked.

  Mark shook his head and pointed towards the portal with his thumb. “I’m not leaving you alone with an open portal. Go ahead and use your dressing screen. I promise not to peek.”

  He winked at me and I hit him with the book.

  I scurried over to the wardrobe and chose a brown gown. I knew it wasn’t the most flattering dress, but I’d be crawling around a fireplace looking for portals, not prancing around at a ball.

  Before slipping behind the dressing screen I looked at Mark again. He was busy reading the book and completely ignoring me. I didn’t want to feel weird changing in front of him again, but last night it had been so dark. I felt more exposed in the morning light even though I had more cover this time.

  I emerged from behind the screen and Mark was still staring at the same page he’d had open before I’d changed.

  “Interesting page?” I asked, flicking his hand with my fingertips. I looked over at the book and realized he’d been holding it upside down the whole time. “Hmmm….do you learn better when you read it like that?”

  His neck blushed red as he shut the book. I giggled and looked at the portal. “You ready?” I asked. Mark nodded. He stepped through the portal, disappearing instantly. Before I entered I reached into the portal, pinched my fingers together, and tugged. A tiny string, invisible to the eye, but easily felt by my fingertips pulled free. I couldn’t create a portal, but I’d learned one small bit of information.

  Then I stepped into the void with one foot and emerged in the prophet’s home with the other. I crouched down on the floor, hoping the guards outside wouldn’t notice the two people suddenly standing in the home they protected. Mark flicked his fingers together and the portal closed.

  “Now how do we open the portal through the fireplace?” I asked, feeling stupid that we’d neglected to read that before leaving my chamber.

  Mark grabbed the book from me and in the filtered morning light he flipped until he came to the chapter titled, “Static Portals: Discovering, Using, Destroying.”