I tucked my head against my knees and waited, but for what I didn’t know.
Silence fell over the woods. It was late fall and cold, but no birds fluttered in the branches, and there wasn’t even a whisper of wind. Just my ragged breathing as I peeked through the branches. I wondered if it was safe to go back even though Daddy said to wait until morning, but I thought of those men yelling. They were going to hurt him, I knew it.
Just when I found my feet, a bright white light exploded from where our cottage sat. A roar, it was like giant monsters, deafened me. I stared in awe at the light until it hurt my eyes and sank back into the safety of the tree branches. I waited there, shaking and terrified, unable to move.
I didn’t lift my head again until the sun shone brightly overhead. I threw the rope ladder down and climbed to the ground, falling from it when I was almost to the ground and landed with a thud. Half-asleep and scared the men might still be at the house, I stumbled and staggered over my feet until I reached the cottage, or what remained of it.
No one was there. No bad men, no Daddy, and no cottage.
It was a blackened ruin as if it caught fire at some point during the night. I sank to the cold ground and cried and cried…
I shook my head and stared at the weed I’d mangled while the bad memories filled my mind. I hadn’t seen that night so vividly in a long, long time. After seeing the house ruined, I’d wandered the woods until I found a road and followed it. Somehow, I managed to make it to this town. I’m not sure exactly how many days I spent wandering around until I found myself being stopped by a woman with a brood of kids around her.
Without my having to say a word, she scooped me up in her arms and took me home. After days of trying to track down my family with no results, since I refused to tell her my last name, she accepted me as another one of her kids.
I dropped the spade in the dirt and sank back on my butt.
Mama Lucy still didn’t know my last name, and there were times I nearly forgot it. I repeated it aloud now, the sound of it weird even to my ears.
“Kate Darrah.”
I said it three times before I felt comfortable in the knowledge of who I was, or at least who I thought I was.
I tore off my work gloves and stared at the silver bangle in the morning sun. I outgrew it. It didn’t fit on my upper arm anymore. Now it was on my wrist.
Dad said never to take it off. Never, but why not? He left me that night, left me alone in this world with his rules that got me nowhere. I had no mom and no dad. No family. I had nothing except this bangle.
He never gave me a reason to keep it on. Never told me why not to take it off. The runes meant nothing to me. Just weird designs I didn’t understand, like the rest of my life before Mama Lucy found me.
Alone in the garden, I held my breath, and removed the bangle.
When nothing happened, I let out the breath I held and stared at the cold metal in my hand. The bangle was beautiful, but I didn’t want it. I was a few months away from being eighteen, and when that time came, I wanted to leave Mama Lucy’s house to start over.
I could bury it in the garden. No one would know. The idea sounded good, so I picked up the spade again and set to work digging a hole. The deeper I dug, the wider I grinned, feeling a weight start to lift from my shoulders—until a pain shot through my back and I gasped in pain.
The tension I woke with this morning was ten times worse, and I grimaced as the sharp pain spread through my shoulder blades and down my arms. But it wasn’t normal pain.
I felt as if my body was on fire and something… something was moving inside of me, trying to get out. Trying to tear through my skin. I hunched over, alone in the garden, wondering if I was dying when I saw my bangle in the dirt.
Scrabbling for it, I slid it back over my hand and closed my eyes as the strange sensations instantly vanished. I blinked a few times, clearing away the disbelief of what happened and swore I saw the runes on the bangle glowing before it faded away.
I stretched my hand and my fingers, admiring the band in the sunlight, but it didn’t glow again, and for those few moments, I doubted my sanity completely. Was I still dreaming?
“Kate! Mama Lucy says time for lessons,” Mary said from the back door.
“Coming!” I replied, hearing my voice shake.
I picked up my gloves and the spade, and returned them to their place, wiping the dirt from my hands on my jeans. I was barely back inside the kitchen when Mama Lucy was there, eyeing me curiously.
“Kate? Something wrong?”
“No, no nothing I’m fine. Just something in my eye,” I lied.
Her brow arched. “They look good to me. Are you sure it doesn’t have to do with how you came to me?”
I hated when she did that, knew what I was thinking without my saying a word, or giving anything away. I stumbled over my words, and she draped her arm over my shoulders, leading me back outside.
“But lessons are starting.”
“They can wait a few moments. That’s the benefit of homeschooling.”
I heard that line plenty of times before. On days it would snow, she’d let us all be outside to play in it, or when it rained and puddles formed in the backyard. Or any other time the weather was too nice, or too intense to be stuck staring at the pages in a book. She loved nature, and she instilled that same love in every kid she rescued off the streets.
We wandered outside to the greenhouse, but I stopped at the door.
“The plants will be fine. You’re with me.”
“Are you sure?” I fidgeted, remembering that lecture word for word about not rubbing off any negativity on the plants. “I don’t want to kill anything.”
She laughed, a deep sound that warmed me and made me smile. “Come along, Kate. You could use a good strong cup of tea this morning to chase away those nasty dreams you’ve been having.”
“I never said my dreams were nasty,” I mumbled as I followed her into the greenhouse.
It was humid like always, but comfortably so and the air smelled of fresh herbs that tickled my nose and instantly made me feel better. Whatever happened in the garden, it had to all be in my head. Otherwise, it didn’t make sense, and I had enough things in my past that didn’t make sense to have any issues with the present.
Mama Lucy bustled around picking leaves from various pots and dropping them in the ancient stone bowl. “I wondered how long you would be able to keep them at bay on your own,” she mused, watching me wander towards the crimson roses at the far end of the greenhouse.
“Keep what at bay?”
“Memories of whatever happened to you.”
“Mama Lucy, I—”
She held up her hand to stop me, a gentle smile on her face. “You don’t need to share with me. They are yours to keep, or yours to speak of when you’re ready, if you ever are.”
She turned the pestle, smashing down the herbs and mixing them together. I watched transfixed as she took a pot of water and heated it over a tiny Bunsen burner. When it was bubbling, she filled a metal steeper with the herbs, poured the water into a handless mug, and dunked them in.
“What will it do?” I asked as she handed it to me.
“Calm your mind and let you put your past behind you.”
“I’ll forget what happened?” I didn’t want that, did I?
“No, child. It will merely clear your mind and let you sleep in peace. For weeks now, I’ve noticed a change in you. This will soothe you until you are ready to face whatever haunts you.” She nodded, and I took a sip. “And remember, if you ever wish to speak with me, I’m right here.”
I sighed as the warm tea slid down my throat and within seconds, did calm my racing thoughts. “I don’t think you’d believe me,” I whispered.
Just as quietly, I heard Mama Lucy reply, “You would be surprised what I know.”
We stayed in the greenhouse until the tea was gone. She tended to the herbs I hadn’t been able to, and when I felt ready to face the day, we headed ba
ck inside.
Everyone was at the table, ready for their lessons, talking or reading as they waited. When they saw Mama Lucy, they grinned, and I took my seat near the head of the table.
“Alright, kiddies,” she said with a bright grin, “today we get to learn about the stars.”
I settled into my advanced work, letting her lesson of the stars and constellations keep me grounded in this moment in time.
I was safe here with Mama Lucy, had been over nearly ten years.
I would be safe for another ten if I wished.
Chapter Two
Craig
The security guard grunted, and I gently rested his head on the desk, careful not to make too much noise. I stared at the array of monitors before me and tapped in a few keys to create a loop in the system.
I scoffed again at my family’s reluctance to learn all they could about humans and their technology instead of always relying on their magic to do the work for them.
Once the loop was in place, I had ten minutes to get into the exhibit, snatch what I came for, and get out again before the guard woke up.
The alarms were dismantled, and I was fairly certain there was no other staff on duty tonight. I watched the museum for two weeks, checking everyone’s comings and goings so there would be no surprises.
I hated surprises. That I knew was the demon side of me. My human half was more prone to showing emotion and giving in to my doubts about every plan I came up with. The curse I was stuck with for being Craig, the bastard son of Raghnall, Demon King.
The clan hated me from the moment I was born, saw me as weak and needing to be cast out, but Raghnall tried to raise me as his own and bring me up as he would any true-born demon son.
Too bad I was the only son ever born to Raghnall, which only made my situation that much more perilous.
But my human half always slowed me down and nearly killed me in my earlier years. I had to learn to adapt, to use my head more than my brawn, which I don’t have anyway.
I taught himself magic that was forbidden for demons to know, and I found better ways of fighting.
Well, I wouldn’t call them fighting methods really. I cheated, constantly, and I was damned good at it.
I smirked as I pulled the black mask over my face and crept from the security office into the depths of the museum. Exhibits of artifacts surrounded me, paintings and sculptures, but I wasn’t here for art. There was only one item I wanted from this museum, and it was in the exhibit near the back of the first floor.
My head remained on a constant swivel as I moved from one room to the next, keeping a close eye on the time. Eight minutes left. I picked up the pace and rounded the corner to finally come face to face with what I was after.
“Hello, beautiful,” I whispered.
The room was filled with weapons from across the globe and various eras. Humans assumed they were created by them, but the sword that was currently the star of the exhibit had not been crafted by any human hand.
Executioner.
That was the name of the long sword with its obsidian encrusted handle and rubies embedded in the hilt. The metal was darker than iron and much heavier, but a demon could easily hold such a blade without difficulty.
Centuries ago it was lost during one of the many great wars between demons and the other races. I spent the last year tracking it down for a buyer who was willing to pay me in more than just gold for finding it.
I didn’t care about wealth. The buyer claimed to have an item that would lead me to my true prize, the only item that could aid me in the fight to come.
With only six minutes left of the loop for the security tapes, I hurried about my work, lifting off the glass case and removing the powerful relic of my kin.
I grunted as I hefted it over my shoulder and sensed the power running through it. Only a full-blood demon would benefit from it; for me, it was merely a means to an end. With the sword in hand, I exited the museum through the bay doors, the same way I entered earlier, with two minutes to spare.
Removing my mask, I sucked in a breath of fresh night air, chilly from being up in the mountains, and grinned at the sword.
“Another night and another prize.”
I was meeting the buyer at midnight, in a park on the outskirts of the town. I unfolded the leather sheath tucked in the bag on my back, sheathed the sword carefully, and once it was safely hidden under my long, leather coat, I trudged towards the park.
A full moon lit my path, and I tried to keep my spirits high about tonight, but it was hard to do when I bore knowledge of what was out there. Not just out there tonight, but what was coming for me and all my kin.
No one listened to me. They thought I was crazy and maybe on some level I was. My own father cast me out when he caught me cheating my way through the trials that would have given me a much-cherished place in the palace, as I should’ve had anyway.
Instead, I’d been relegated to being nothing more than a foot soldier. It was a joke and a cruel one at that. The trials would’ve given me a mark at the end, telling any demon I met I was nothing important. That royal blood didn’t run through my veins, when in fact it did. I cheated in my last fight against my opponent, used magic to curse his weapon so it would never hit me, and I’d been caught.
Raghnall had been furious, but I hadn’t stuck around to deal with his wraith.
That was nearly four years ago. Since then, I’d been on my own, trying to study and understand the darkness spreading within the demon realm, but I sensed it would not remain there.
I reached the park a few minutes early and scoped out the empty playground and trees surrounding it. As far as I could tell, I was alone.
The heavy sword hurt my back, but I learned never to reveal an item until the buyer showed the payment agreed upon. At the beginning of my thieving career, I lost out on several deals. No longer.
Leaves crunched nearby, and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I sniffed the air, thankful I had slightly higher senses than a regular human, though not on par with a demon.
On the bright side, I didn’t have to lug around horns all the time. I waited, hands tensed at my sides where my two daggers rested, words of power on my lips just in case, but the four beings that crept cloaked by the shadows were familiar figures, and I relaxed.
Slightly.
The temperature dropped as the four sorcerers stopped at the edge of the grass, unwilling to step onto the asphalt. Superstitious idiots really. I sighed and met them on the grass.
“It’s not going to swallow you whole,” I muttered under my breath.
The sorcerer with long grey hair down to his waist threw back his hood and glared at me, eyes blacker than the night sky overhead. “Careful, Craig. You may embrace humans and their technology, but do not expect us to.”
“It’s asphalt,” I said, turning around to stare at it. “It’s not really technology.”
“Do you have the item or not?” he snapped.
“Depends if you brought what was promised or not,” I countered patiently, crossing my arms and tapping my booted toe as if I had all night long for a standoff.
In reality, I was anxious as hell to snatch the damned thing from his robes and be gone. I needed to find a way to track down the only item that might be able to explain what was happening. A treasure lost in time, and nothing more than a rumor, until they contacted me.
The sorcerer’s eyes darkened even more, and I sensed his power rising, but he reached into his robes and produced a broken piece of glass, colored, and with bits of a design etched on it.
“That’s it?” I snapped, more of a growl as my anger rose. “Seriously?”
“It is what we promised.”
“No, no you said you would give me the item! Not a broken piece of crap!”
The sorcerer’s hand moved before I realized it and was around my throat, squeezing. He didn’t look strong, and in truth, he physically wasn’t. But his power flared out and wrapped around my neck and slithered down
my body, pinning my limbs together until I couldn’t move.
He hissed in my face, and I cringed at the rotting stench coming from his mouth. I should’ve known better than to sink to dealing with these filthy men.
“Insult me again, boy, and it will be the last thing you do.”
Just as suddenly as he grabbed me, he let go.
I managed to keep my feet as I choked and gasped for air. “Where’s the rest of it?” I demanded as nicely as possible.
“We never claimed to have the entire piece. In fact, no one does. The pieces have been scattered. This is the piece we have held onto, and it is yours in exchange for the sword.”
“And how am I supposed to find the other pieces?”
“With patience.”
I glared at him fiercely, but he wasn’t going to tell me anything else. Reluctantly, I started to reach behind my back for the sword when a new scent slammed into me, and I stopped.
“You let demons follow you here?” I hissed, whirling around in time to see them shimmering into view all over the park. “Great, that’s just great.”
“We did not bring them. Hand me the sword. We had a deal!”
“Well, well,” a voice I never wanted to hear again echoed across the park, and I cursed vividly under my breath. “Craig. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Reginald.” I stared at the six demons moving in behind him. “Do you often enjoy nightly strolls in random parks? I thought Raghnall would’ve kept you busy these days dealing with the other issues in our realm, or does he still not believe demons are disappearing.”
“No demons have disappeared,” he growled. “And you will address our King with respect the next time you speak of him.”
I laughed. “Right, because he’s always shown his son respect.”
“You’re not his true son. You’re nothing more than a bastard… a bastard with a hefty price on his head,” he added, and the demons moved in even closer, grinning darkly as one let manacles fall from his hands, the chains clinking together.
I swallowed hard even as I forced a grin to stay planted on my face. Couldn’t show fear. That was a bad idea. “A price, huh? Placed on me by my own father. He should get a Father of the Year award.”
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