The Song of Eloh Saga

by Megg Jensen

  I picked it up and slid my fingers between the two halves. It opened easily. I recognized the artist of the portrait. Chase's artwork was unmistakable, and again he had captured my emotions perfectly. Our lips were barely touching, his hand on my cheek, but it was our eyes that told the truth. It wasn't an anticipated kiss between two lovers. His eyes were on me, but mine were downcast, as if the floor held more appeal than Chase.

  It was the neat script below that hurt most:

  Dear Lianne,

  You may not believe it after reading this, but I’m thrilled you’ve made a breakthrough and rejoined the company of the living instead of dead. Bryden will never be forgotten, nor will Elessia. They will live on in our hearts so long as they beat.

  I feel it’s best for me to move to another set of chambers. You’ll be able to find me if you want me.

  Aphotica is yours. Ride her as often as you wish, but be careful, please. I’ve seen how fast you both like to go. Don’t break your neck or hers.

  Chase

  So he left me. The moment I opened myself to the possibility that I maybe life was worth living, he moved out. I crumpled the note in my palm, remembering how I’d felt the night Bryden had left me a similar note. I was supposed to join him, but had chosen to stay with Kellan, my first love, in an effort to protect my best friend Mags and her sons.

  I wanted to hate Chase, to lash out at him somehow, but I’d grown weary of the childish and manipulative games. Bryden’s death had turned me into a woman, teaching me that sometimes the world took away everything we loved and left us to move on alone. Except I wasn’t alone. I’d had Chase. He stayed with me every night and every day until he knew I could stand on my own two feet.

  I couldn’t hold it against him. He realized I’d regained some clarity on life and left me to run it myself. It wasn’t a punishment. It was a gift. One I wouldn’t put aside. Chase would still be there for me if I wanted him. Maybe it was time for me to stand on my own again.

  A smile bloomed on my face. It felt strange, like the muscles weren’t used to that kind of expression. Perhaps they were still tired from all the smiling I did while riding Aphotica the day before. It was something that had come so easily to me in the past. I felt like I needed to retrain myself how to experience this simple expression of happiness.

  I pulled my nighttime chemise over my head. My silver hair cascaded down my back. I reached for the leather clothes I wore yesterday and left on the floor all night. I buried my nose in the shirt and inhaled the scent of Aphotica. I’d never been attracted to animals, but she was special. There was something about her that forced me to open my eyes and see the world around me. Without her, I might have let it all slip away. Without her, I might not have been willing to comfort Chase last night.

  My mind made up, I slipped the clothes back on, followed by the riding boots. Chase’s note said I should ride Aphotica. I intended to do just that.

  When I entered the barn, I looked around for the stable master or his daughter. Neither seemed to be around, but Aphotica was already saddled and ready to go. A note, held by nail, hung from the stable doors.

  A drawing of me on Aphotica, courtesy of Chase. I didn’t know if he’d had a vision or if he drew it just for me. I folded the heavy parchment up carefully and placed it in the bag that hung at my side. It fit in neatly next to the dagger. I noticed Lightning wasn’t in his stable either. He and Chase must have had a similar idea.

  My heart pounded, anticipating the wind blowing my hair as Aphotica trampled through the grove. I wanted, no, needed, that thrill. Chase was right. I was alive again. Time to remind myself exactly what it felt like to experience an adrenaline rush.

  I unlatched the stable door and lead Aphotica outside. I peeked around the corner of the barn, expecting to see the little girl staring at me, but the space was empty. The grass swayed in the light breeze. Not wanting to waste one more moment, I mounted Aphotica.

  It was far easier than the day before, but I felt the pull in my thigh muscles, reminding me I wasn’t used to this type of workout. Martial arts made me flexible and strong. It also increased the speed of my reflexes. It didn’t prepare me for the ache in my legs when they were wrapped around Aphotica’s barrel.

  I nudged her lightly. Instead of starting at a canter, like Chase had told me to, Aphotica shot off. Her hooves pounded into the ground, pushing us harder and faster with each step. I wished I could read her mind. I wanted to know what she was running away from. It was as if she knew I needed to escape the world and the only way to do it was to lose myself in her driving pace.

  With each breath, Aphotica raced harder and faster, until I couldn’t stand to keep my back straight. I leaned down into her mane, burying my face in her silky black hair. I closed my eyes, trusting her not to run us off a cliff. Hopefully this wasn’t Aphotica’s first time venturing out this far.

  Branches hit the back of my head, scraping the leather on my back. I didn’t flinch, and was glad I’d thought to put on gloves before leaving the stable, otherwise my hands would be covered in bloody stripes. Despite the unconventional route, I trusted her not to lead me someplace unsafe. The crack of branches and leaves under her hooves told me we weren’t on a cleared path.

  I matched my breathing to hers, hard and labored, but very much exhilarated. I placed my trust in her – an animal I met yesterday. The irony didn’t escape me. I’d spent years pushing everyone away. Then a horse is nice to me and I give over my fragile neck to its whims. If I’d been in a position to shrug, I would have. Unfortunately my muscles were taut as I clung to her neck.

  The slap of the branches faltered. I opened my eyes and turned my head. The forest was slipping away, giving way to breaks of sunlight through the trees. I sat up straighter, holding the reins lightly in my palms as Aphotica slowed her frantic pace.

  A tiny village sprang up at the other end of the clearing. Wooden houses, big enough to hold multiple families, dotted the clearing. Aphotica stopped abruptly, nearly sending me over her head. I squeezed my aching thighs tighter, holding myself in the saddle.

  “Where did you bring me?” I whispered in Aphotica’s ear. Her reply was a loud whinny and a shake of her mane. I almost expected her to answer me, but I supposed my magic didn’t allow that. I wondered if anyone’s did.

  I slid off her back, standing with shaky legs. I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to that feeling after dismount, when I was reminded that I had to use my own legs to walk instead of relying on Aphotica’s power to propel me anywhere I wanted to go.

  I shielded my eyes from the bright sun with my hand, gazing out toward the cottages. I didn’t want to just walk into their space. It wasn’t big enough to be a town, with only ten buildings. There were no signs on the outside, indicating if they were public buildings or homes. Even stranger, I didn’t see any stables or obvious points of entry from the forest.

  It was possible they wanted to stay hidden and my horse had brought me right into the heart of their secret. I put my hand up on Aphotica’s back, readying myself to mount her and head into the forest, until a woman stepped out of the cottage closest to me.

  It was my mother.

  Chapter Twelve

  A smile lit up my mother’s face. It took everything in me not to run her down and beat her. Johna said my mother couldn’t remember anything she’d done before. I wasn’t exactly sure what they did to her, but the fire building in my stomach couldn’t believe it. She was pure evil. Could a person like that really change?

  “Can I help you?” The smile only grew on her face. “We weren’t expecting another delivery for a week.” She glanced at Aphotica and back at me again.

  I stood my ground, staring at her as she walked closer. Her hands outstretched in front of her, palms to the sky, as if she was praying while she walked. I’d seen members of the religious caste walk that way through the castle. Chase explained to me that they were offering themselves as supplicants to Eloh. I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t just offer t
hemselves once. Continuing to do it day after day didn’t make sense to me. Wasn’t their goddess satisfied with only one offering?

  “I don’t have a delivery,” I stammered. “My horse brought me here. We were just out for a ride.” I turned around to point at Aphotica, but she was hiding in the forest. I knew she was still there because I could hear her breathing.

  My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Then perhaps it’s better if you get back on your horse and head back the way you came. We are not allowed visitors here.” She folded her arms across her chest.

  I stared directly into her eyes. Not one hint of recognition glinted in them. Either she was really good at pretending or she truly didn’t remember me or what she’d tried to do to me. The few times I’d interacted with her, she’d never been this open or kind. Her demeanor didn’t show an inkling of malevolence now, yet in the past I’d never had a reason to trust her. If I had met this woman all those months ago, many lives would have turned out very differently.

  “I didn’t mean to intrude.” I wanted to stretch the conversation out. I needed to know more about this place. Something told me Aphotica didn’t bring me here by accident.

  “Then you should leave, now. I hope you can find your way back. May Eloh’s blessing be on you and your horse.”

  Another woman, short, curvy, and dark curly hair spilling down her back, emerged from a cottage. In her arms, she held a little baby boy, whose face I would never forget.

  Mags and Trevin. The former queen of Fithia, and my former best friend. We’d been closer than sisters until her lover was beheaded. In her grief, she blamed me. I had hoped one day she’d forgive me. Maybe that chance had finally come. She ran up and stood next to my mother. “Who is that, Mary?” she asked, her free hand on my mother’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

  Why did Mags call her Mary? My mother’s name was Kiran.

  “I didn’t mean to frighten anyone, Mags,” I said tentatively. The last time I saw her, she swore she never wanted to see me again. I hadn’t sought her out, even though I’d ached to so many times. If anyone knew how she felt, it was me. I lost the man I loved too. I would never forgive my mother for killing Bryden – even if she couldn’t remember doing it. Though I hadn’t killed Aric, my ridiculous plan lead to his death. I couldn’t forgive myself and wouldn’t blame Mags for never forgiving me.

  “Mags?” Her eyes clouded over and she glanced around. “There’s no one here named Mags. My name is Anne. You’ve met Mary.” She nodded her chin toward my mother. Her eyes swept down toward Trevin. “This is my son, Charles.”

  The names were simple, but sounded strange falling from her tongue. I knew her and my mother, but not these shells, these strangers with even stranger names. I reached out to Trevin, or Charles. He grabbed my finger and giggled. I smiled, tickling him under the chin. The twinkle in his eyes told me he recognized me, even if Mags and my mother did not.

  “He likes you,” Mags said. Or Anne. I wasn’t sure how to think of her now.

  “I like him.” I almost said love. I did love Trevin. “Do you have any other children?” I almost expected Michael and David to come running, even though I knew they’d been left behind in Fithia.

  “Oh, no. Just Charles. He’s my only child.”

  My jaw dropped. She didn’t remember her older boys. This was all too strange. My heart fluttered. I wanted to open a portal and get back to the castle immediately, but I couldn’t leave Aphotica behind.

  “I’m really sorry I wandered into your village. I was out for a ride and just kind of ended up here. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

  “It’s okay,” Mags said. “I just ask that you tell no one about us. We prefer to keep to ourselves out here in the woods.”

  I nodded. It only leant itself to more questions. Who built their cottages? Who brought them supplies? Why were they hidden in the forest? I could only think of one person who might have the answers.

  “I’m just going to get on my horse and head out then.” It was awkward, but I wasn’t sure how to take my leave without being abrupt, and without showing how much this discovery had disturbed me.

  I mounted Aphotica easily.

  My mother stood at the edge of the forest, watching us canter into the trees. I raised my hand and waved, but she stood firm, her dark eyes penetrating the leaves that were quickly forming a barrier between us. I turned my back on her, but felt the cold sting of her eyes as Aphotica and I moved deeper into the forest.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When we arrived at the stable, I slipped off Aphotica and tied her to the same post I’d used yesterday.

  “Do you have time to cool Aphotica down and stable her? I have to find Chase,” I told the stable master, who stood nearby.

  He nodded. “That’s my job, ma’am. Don’t worry yourself. Master Chase arrived with Lightning a few minutes ago and headed toward the castle.”

  “Thank you so much.” I noticed Wren was there. She sat on the ground, pulling daisies in the nearby patch of wildflowers.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide. She plucked one petal and pinched it between her fingers. “He loves you.” Then she plucked another. “He loves you.”

  I smiled, squatting next to her. Surely this girl had been able to speak for a long time. It was strange no one but me had ever heard her. “I think you have the game wrong, sweetie. The first petal is ‘he loves me.’ The second is ‘he loves me not.’”

  She plucked another petal, her eyes still on mine. “He loves you.”

  I shrugged and stood up. “Have fun playing.” I patted her on the head and trotted off toward the castle.

  The boots were stiffer than I was accustomed to, but I pushed faster, ignoring the chaffing feeling against my shins. There were too many mysteries to solve. I needed to find the one with a clear mind, but it seemed more important I understand what was going on with my mother and Mags. Losing her memory was probably a blessing. But why Mags? What had she done?

  I raced into the castle, grabbing the nearest guard. “Has Chase gone this way?”

  “I believe he went to see his mother.” The guard smiled. “Missing your man already? It’s not even time for the midday meal.”

  I was about to protest when I remembered that most of the people here thought Chase and I were together. They didn’t know our story. They didn’t know about Bryden. I didn’t want to explain. “Yeah, something like that,” I said.

  He winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. Everyone here adored Chase.

  I rushed up the long, winding staircase to Reychel’s chambers. I wished I knew why Chase was going to see her. Their relationship was strained, and she was so emotionally inaccessible. I knocked on the heavy wooden door at the end of the hallway.

  It swung open and a smiling face greeted me. He held out his arms to me, and despite myself I hugged him fiercely. Chase’s father, Mark, had come to help take Bryden’s lifeless body away.

  “How are you, Lianne?” He stepped backward, inviting me into the receiving room.

  I strode into the room, looking around for any sign of Chase or his mother. My search came up empty.

  “I’m getting better.” I meant it, too. I wasn’t going to feed him any false pleasantries. With his missing hand, I knew he wasn’t a stranger to loss. It wasn’t fair to either of us to lie.

  “I’m glad to hear that. I know Chase has been very worried about you. I saw him riding Lightning this morning by himself. I think that’s the first time I’d seen him without you since the two of you arrived here all those months ago.”

  “I’m sorry. I certainly wasn’t trying to hold him back from any of his duties.”

  Mark laughed. “Duties? Chase doesn’t have any duties other than taking care of you. I think that’s all that matters to him lately.”

  “I’m sure he has other things he should be doing.”

  Mark sat down on an upholstered green damask chair and motioned for me to take a seat on the couch across from him. I sank into the plu
sh cushion, grateful for the moment of rest. My legs had started hurting again. My body needed to get used to horseback riding.

  “We aren’t the rulers here. I guess you could say we are the keepers of this castle. Our queen, Krissin, lets us stay here. Technically it is Reychel’s, I suppose, if you follow the rules of succession. Her father was the last officially appointed nobleman here. We don’t follow many of those rules anymore. Queen Krissin makes things up as she goes.” He smiled. I wanted to know more about this woman who ruled by her own set of guidelines. “You’ve met her husband, Ace.”

  My eyebrows shot up before I could control my surprise. “That stringy-haired rogue is the king?”

  “He could be, but he won’t take the throne or the crown. Krissin rules alone, and I think she prefers it that way. Ace was a solider of fortune with me before he met Krissin. He didn’t want to give that life up.”

  “And you? What have you given up?” I immediately regretted the question. I glanced at his missing hand.

  Mark held his arm in the air. “I gave up everything for love. Reychel is my whole life.”

  I knew I was about to put my foot in my mouth, but I had to ask the question. “Is she different since she was severed?”

  Mark sighed. “It’s a fair question.” He stood up and paced around the room. “I wouldn’t say she’s changed. With me, she’s always been the same. I love her more today than the day I met her. I think it’s her relationship with Chase that’s been most difficult.”

  “That’s what I gathered. But he’s her son. She should love him.”

  Mark’s eyes bored into mine. “She does love him. Make no mistake about that. Reychel was willing to give up everything for her son. She offered up her very existence, as she knew it. She was willing to have her gift taken away and her memory erased just to save him. I supported her because I knew nothing was more important to her than the unborn child inside her.”