by Edun, Terah
“Prince Heir Sebastian,” said Maree Amber respectfully from behind him, “we need to have further discussions.”
Sebastian nodded at her and looked back at Ciardis hesitantly.
“Would you like to join us?”
Ciardis waved him off. “I’ve had all I can stand this day. I will follow up with you later.”
Turning, she left him and Maree Amber behind as they joined the others. As she walked back, she heard some soldiers chatting. “You heard, right? We’re only here because Prince Heir Sebastian had an itch for his main squeeze.”
His comrade laughed and snorted. “Not even pretty enough to warrant it.”
“What?” his friend teased. “Not good enough for you?”
“Not skinny enough.”
Why were those soldiers talking so disparagingly about the Prince Heir, and what squeeze?
“Certainly powerful, though.”
“I don’t need power in a woman.”
It was then that Ciardis caught on that they were talking about her. As she strode forward to confront the lewd louts, she ran straight into another soldier. Stepping back with her hand upraised to ward him off, she scowled.
“Forgive my intrusion, Milady, but those are my troops,” Somner said firmly. “If anyone shall punish them for their mouths, it shall be me.”
Proudly, she said, “See that you do.”
She watched him turn to the small area where the soldiers stood and watched as he dressed them down in a way that would make the taciturn washerwomen of Vaneis proud. But she couldn’t help but be sad—sad that she wasn’t included, that she didn’t fit in anywhere. That she didn’t belong in the courts like Serena and Sebastian, in the forests like Terris and Meres, in streets like Christian and Stephanie, or, obviously, in on numerous secrets like Vana and Maree Amber.
She needed some alone time to think. Angry at herself for even being sad when she had things she could only dream of back in Vaneis, she stomped off alone in the forest.
Chapter 33
Walking into the woods, which wasn’t far from where they set up camp, Ciardis was beginning to regret her fit of anger. But she was tired and the people around her were bringing out the absolute worst in her. Christian caught up to her fleeing form with ease as he hopped onto a fallen tree and proceeded to walk up the steep angle parallel to Ciardis’s head.
“You know some people would think you wanted to be killed running away all alone like that,” he said.
She had to stifle a laugh when she looked up to see him holding out his hands to balance himself on the trunk of the tree.
“Some people would say I just wanted some quiet time alone,” she countered in amusement.
He snorted and flipped off the trunk to somersault in the air and land right in front of her. She stopped in astonishment.
“How’d you do that?” she said in awe.
“Practice.”
“Well, Mr. I-Can-Do-Somersaults-in-Mid-Air, how’d you like to be known for a talent that you can barely control?”
“I used to be, you know,” he said as he walked backwards in front of her.
As she stared at him she had to admire his beautiful face. But the smirk that was plastered on his mouth was definitely a feature she could do without.
“Really?” she said coyly. “I never heard that.”
“I’m a healer,” he said with a shrug, “You learn as you go. And at least you didn’t kill anybody.”
As she watched the shadows play across his face, she realized she didn’t know him very well at all.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “Who are you really, Christian of the Somersaults?”
He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, but then the snapping of nearby branches and curses in a familiar voice ended his reply. Out of the bushes emerged Stephanie, covered in bog water and stinking.
“What in the seven hells happened to you?” asked Christian.
Ciardis came over to tentatively touch what looked like slime dripping from Stephanie’s shoulders. She hastily pulled her finger back when the woman looked at her with a face that said she’d bite her finger off if it came one more inch closer.
“I fell in a swamp looking for the two of you,” she snapped.
“Oh,” said Ciardis guilty.
“Told ya,” said Christian. “People will worry.”
Ciardis sighed and pointed west. “There’s a clearing about three minutes’ walk west of here. There’s a brook nearby where you can clean your clothes.”
Stephanie gave her look bordering on crazy. Ciardis could physically see the struggle cross Stephanie face on whether she wanted to be clean or take out the dirtiness on Ciardis. Apparently her desire to be clean overrode the desire to hurt Ciardis for forcing her out into the woods in the first place. And so they began walking, Ciardis in the lead until they heard the sound of a babbling brook. Stephanie didn’t even wait until Christian and Ciardis were on the other side of the running water to start discarding her clothes. She took a bar of soap out of knapsack and dumped the tunic and pants in the water.
Before Ciardis disappeared on the other side of the shrubs into the open glade, she noted a curious tattoo on Stephanie’s lower back. Before she could investigate further, she was pulled into the clearing by Christian, who chided, “You really should ask to look at a girl’s goods first.”
Ciardis gave him a droll look and rolled her eyes.
Walking into the center and trying to forget the attack by the Shadow Mage, she asked him, “So what’s the tattoo?”
Christian looked up at her in surprise. “How would I know?”
“I thought you were lovers,” Ciardis said with a furious blush as she dipped her head.
He laughed. “No, we’d bicker night and day if we were. Kill each other in a week at most.”
She looked at him curiously.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he assured. “We get along fine. In semi-small doses. We’re good at watching each other’s backs and under orders.”
“Orders from whom?”
“Now that you’d have to ask Stephanie.”
“Ask me what?” came the question from behind them. Stephanie stood there redressed in a clean tunic and pants. She must have had a spare in her knapsack.
“Whom do you take your orders from?”
“Whom do you think?”
Ciardis fought not to get angry; it didn’t really serve any purpose.
With a sigh, she said, “The Shadow Council?”
Stephanie smirked at her and started brushing her wet hair. “But who runs the Shadow Council?”
Deciding that she could play this game Ciardis walked over to Stephanie, “You said you told the council about me and what happened with the Duchess of Carne. So they have to be in the city?”
She said it as a question and was delighted when she saw a surprise of confirmation flash on Stephanie’s face.
Ciardis grinned and held up two fingers. “Secondly, they have to be well connected. Enough to have a torturer on their payroll and spies in the courts.”
Stephanie didn’t say anything, but she stopped brushing her hair.
“And three, they have to be mages,” Ciardis ventured as she looked over at Christian, “because the two of you are. If they have runners with this much power, then the head person needs to surpass you.”
Christian crossed his arms and smiled. “Very good, little mage. Now who would you guess?”
“Christian,” Stephanie hissed.
“No,” said her partner as he waved his hand, contemplating the girl in front of him. “You started this. Let her finish.”
But they didn’t get the chance. The ground began to rumble and they stumbled backwards as it continued to shake. Ciardis, Stephanie, and Christian hurried to get closer together and figure out what was going on. In front of them the earth began to bulge until a large mound had formed. With one last rumble the mound, at least three feet high, cracked, and out of it poured shadows. Individual
s and groups, shapes and objects, dozens came forth out of the darkness. In the center of the moving pit of shadows, a large one began to rise. It smoothed into a human shadow and then a line appeared down the front.
Out of the center stepped a man: the Shadow Mage.
And behind out of the shadows came another man—the one she seen one sunny day in Jovelin’s bookshop. The man with the golden Weathervane eyes.
“Hello, Sister,” he said politely.
If Stephanie and Christian were startled, they didn’t show it.
This didn’t look good.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“I’ll be doing the talking for now,” said the Shadow Mage with an unpleasant smile.
“You see, my friend here is a Weathervane. One of only two in existence,” he said congenially. “By the looks on your friends’ faces, they have known about it. By the look on yours, my dear, you didn’t.”
“Is that why you tried to kill me the other day?” Ciardis asked softly. “So your friend would be the only one?”
The Shadow Mage laughed. “Well, no. That was merely a side bonus.” The forest around them and even the brook was silent as the world fell away and all Ciardis could look at was the male Weathervane standing in front of her.
How could there be another? And why is he helping this evil man?
The Shadow Mage glanced between the two and said somewhat sympathetically, as if he had read her very thoughts, “Oh, but you see he has no choice. Show her the bracelet.”
The Weathervane stood silent and lifted his arm to pull back his sleeve to reveal the bracelet. His arm trembled with the effort, as if he hadn’t wanted to but was forced to reveal the cuff on his arm.
It was a wide silver band. Plain in nature, circling his wrist in a perfect sheet of metal. It was molded to his skin and didn’t look like it would come off over his wrist. Not easily.
“That bracelet controls his movements and his powers. It has done so for his entire life.”
And then he smiled. “And whoever controls the bracelet controls him.”
Pain and anger crossed the male Weathervane’s face, but he didn’t argue with any of the facts.
“If there were another Weathervane I would have known,” protested Ciardis. “And they’d never be chained, like you’re saying.”
The Shadow Mage looked at her with something akin to pity, “I believe you believe that. And that is what’s so sad, little Weathervane. Do you know who ordered this?”
“Enough,” Christian hissed as he stepped forward. “If you want to kill us, kill us then. No need for this torture.”
“This will be through when I say it’s through,” the Shadow Mage said calmly while looking at Ciardis’s shaken face.
Christian interrupted again and suddenly there was a shadow creature behind him that forced him to his knees with its blade at his throat. Stephanie moved to help him and shadows quickly sprouted out of the ground, this time in the form of vines. They pulled her feet out from under her and bound her arms behind her back with thick, dark ropes.
At the Shadow Mage’s imperceptible nod, the creatures put thick black layers of shadow over both Christian and Stephanie’s mouths.
“Now, little Weathervane, where were we?”
“Ah, yes,” he continued in giddy excitement. “The shackle on his wrist, pretty though it is, was ordered by your emperor. But don’t think your precious prince didn’t know about it. Oh, he knows, and it serves him well.”
Ciardis wanted to shout and scream and deny it all.
“You’re wrong,” she said fiercely.
The Shadow Mage motioned for the gag to be removed from Christian’s face.
“Ask your friend over there. Am I wrong?”
Tears running down her face, Ciardis looked Christian in the face. Hoping for a denial. But he said not a word. Just stared at the Shadow Mage with hatred.
“Why?” Ciardis said. But she wasn’t directing the question at the Shadow Mage. She was looking at Christian, who was bowed on his knees.
Reluctantly, he turned his eyes to her. “Ciardis,” he pleaded, “this is neither the time nor the place.”
“Why?” she shouted in his face, tears running down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, “Why have you all been lying to me this whole time? Why is he shackled like a dog by the very man I serve?”
Christian closed his eyes in thought and opened them with bitter anger. “Because your mother didn’t just run away from court. She killed the empress when she left the court pregnant.”
Ciardis stared at him, uncomprehending.
“They found your mother midway to the North,” the Shadow Mage said thoughtfully, “A child—a boy child had just been born. They arrested her for crimes committed against the Imperial family and the death of the empress. And they took her son away from her.”
“It wasn’t meant to happen like this,” Christian said forcefully. “They were going to arrest her but somehow she used her power to control the Weapons Initiates around her. They killed their compatriots while under her control and then killed themselves. They’d already had her son dispatched with a rider back to court. He was supposed to be placed in a new home with a new family.”
“But,” interjected the Shadow Mage gleefully, “she killed them all, then escaped or died—no one’s quite sure which—and her son was forced to pay penance for her deeds.”
“Shut up!” shouted Christian at the Shadow Mage. “Ciardis, it wasn’t like that—”
Someone was lying, Ciardis knew that without a doubt. She had known her mother. It was true she had very few memories of her but she couldn’t forget the memories of the woman with laughing eyes who had raised her as a child. Many times it was the only memory that kept her going when she was found in the village alone with no family and then shuttled from home to inn as an orphan that no one wanted.
But none of the people here knew that. None seemed to know that she had known her mother – not even the man who professed to be her brother. So she put those thoughts of the past away away and focused on the pain of the present.
Standing up with hollow eyes, she said numbly, “It sounds like it was.”
Looking at the man behind the Shadow Mage, her brother, she took in a trembling breath and said, “How is this fair?”
“It’s the law,” said the Shadow Mage.
“I wasn’t asking you,” she said through clenched teeth. “Why didn’t they take me, as well?”
This time her brother spoke. “They didn’t realize that she was pregnant with more than one child. Before they arrived the maid had carried you out.”
Ciardis took a resolute step forward and the Shadow Mage held up a warning finger.
“Ah, ah, ah, Weathervane,” he said warningly.
“What am I going to do?” she said. “I’m not increasing anyone else’s powers and I can’t do anything alone.”
The Shadow Mage watched her curiously. “They haven’t taught you much, have they? I guess it’s best to keep you ignorant and dependent.”
Ciardis was heartily getting tired of everyone disparaging her lessons. Sighing, she said while looking into her brother’s eyes, “Take me instead.”
“No,” was the simultaneous shout from her brother and Christian.
“No,” echoed the Shadow Mage with a cruel smile.
“Why?” Ciardis said desperately, spreading her hands, “Female Weathervanes are always, always, more powerful than males ones. I know that.”
“While that is true,” the Shadow Mage said, “you are untrained and untested. More power doesn’t mean equal finesse.”
“Please,” she said, begging.
“No,” the Shadow Mage said. “In fact, my job here is done.”
As he stepped back into the darkness of the shadows, her brother by his side, she screamed, “Wait! Don’t go.”
Laughter echoed back at her through the darkness of the shadows. “Ah, little mage. We shall see each other soon.”
&n
bsp; With that, he disappeared and the shadow creatures dissipated.
Ciardis fell to the ground sobbing.
After a few minutes, Christian approached her. When he dared to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, she lashed out. Pushing to her feet with a strength borne of fury, she began pummeling him with her fists. Hitting him where she could and screaming in anger. He dodged her blows with the ease of years of practice and tried to keep her from hurting herself.
She didn’t calm down. She wouldn’t calm down. Not until Stephanie finally came forward and tackled her with Christian. As they held her down, she screamed even harder.
“You bastards! I thought you were my friends. Let. Me. Go!”
“No,” said Christian. “Not until you calm down.” He started to pour his healing power into her to soothe her high-strung emotions, but retracted as soon as he felt her magic swell.
Christian and Stephanie released her quickly and scrambled back.
“Enough,” snapped Stephanie. “You may be angry, but you don’t want to kill us. Stop raising your power levels and snap out of it!”
Ciardis looked at her from where she crouched on the ground. Sniveling and angry with the world.
“Did you know?” she asked. “Did everyone know?”
Stephanie raised her chin and admitted, “Most of court knew.”
Ciardis closed her eyes and choked back a sob. “And they just let me think I had no family?”
“It was an Imperial decree. No one was to talk about the other Weathervane child. Besides, many at court didn’t even believe you were a Weathervane,” Stephanie said carefully.
Ciardis stood up and turned away.
“Where are you going?” asked Christian.
“Back to camp.”
Chapter 34
She walked calmly into camp, not shouting, not venting, and not screaming. Quietly and with a purpose. But without fail, every single soldier who crossed her path backed away quickly upon seeing her face.
Ciardis headed straight for Sebastian. She had a hunch where he’d be. The Prince Heir was seated on the ground with the same group of individuals she’d left him with earlier. His back was to her so he didn’t see her approach. But Meres did. When Meres saw her face he cleared his throat, stood, and stepped forward. Casually he moved through the group, putting his body in front of the Prince Heir’s.
