In Darkness Lost
Ariel Paiement
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Contents
Chapter 1: Dairdra
Chapter 2: Dairdra
Chapter 3: Dairdra
Chapter 4: Crypt
Chapter 5: Dairdra
Chapter 6: Crypt
Chapter 7: Dairdra
Chapter 8: Crypt
Chapter 9: Dairdra
Chapter 10: Dairdra
Chapter 11: Dairdra
Chapter 12: Crypt
Chapter 13: Crypt
Chapter 14: Dairdra
Chapter 15: Crypt
Chapter 16: Dairdra
Chapter 17: Crypt
Chapter 18: Dairdra
Chapter 19: Dairdra
Chapter 20: Dairdra
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Chapter 1: Dairdra
I glided across the black ice, a smile playing on my lips as I did so. My black hair rippled out like a shadow, surrounding me as I twirled. I loved skating in the winter with the wind tossing my hair as I flew across the ice. It felt as though I was actually soaring in the sky.
My mother and I liked to romp across the palace grounds in our free time. On one such occasion, we had found the small, tucked-away lagoon that had become our secret place to get away from the world.
Our duties as queen and princess often made it hard to get away, but we came to the lagoon whenever we could. My mother taught me to swim and skate here. She taught me everything I knew. Father never had time to spend teaching me archery or swordplay, but my mother knew as much as he did, and she was better than he was anyway.
We came to the lagoon early today to spend a little time together while all but the guards were asleep. I glided around a bend, and my mother disappeared out of my sight.
“Mother?” I called.
“Yes, Dairdra?”
“Won’t you come and skate?”
“Perhaps in a bit, dear. I’m picking Argent berries for dinner tonight. You know how fond your father is of them. You have quite a taste for them yourself, you know.”
I smiled. “Alright. I can’t wait till dinner tonight!”
I heard her merry laugh. It made me happy to know that she was so happy with what she was doing. I’d never heard of any other queen taking time at menial tasks like picking berries, but my mother was not average.
A scream wrenched me out of my joyous oblivion.
My heart thudded to a stop.
I froze.
I knew my mother’s voice better than anyone did. I wanted to rush to her side to help her, but I stopped myself. My parents had taught me to be rational no matter what. No matter how dangerous the situation, I had been trained not to act in fear.
Their teachings came back to me, making me pause. I didn’t know what the danger was, and I certainly didn’t want to be useless to her. If I could sneak up on her attacker, I might be able to help more. So I skated soundlessly to a bush next to the bend.
My mother was battling for her life. A man clothed in black battered her with black fire. She threw up a shimmering blue shield of magic.
I watched, frozen in fear and despair.
My mother’s force field was battered repeatedly. She backed up until she was on the brink of the lagoon’s high, slippery bank. I realized with a start that if she fell, she could break her neck. Behind her was a sheer drop.
I wanted to call to her but the cry strangled in my throat. I knew that if the man heard me, she’d die for sure.
She took another half-step back, and her foot slipped on the icy bank. She plunged down, her heart-rending scream piercing the still, cold air.
“Dairdra!” Her wail of despair rent the tension-filled morning.
My heart broke just listening to it. I couldn’t help her while the man was looking on or we’d both die. I was helpless to do anything but watch. Her body hit the ice just as the assassin above her sent a bolt of magic sizzling after her.
The thud nearly knocked me to the ground with agony. The sizzling sound the bolt of magic made froze me to my spot. The ominous crack was the final blow. The ice shattered underneath my mother. I sank down onto the ice, crying soundlessly. I still had enough sense to keep quiet, but even that was almost gone. I was fortunate the man was not looking towards the bushes or he would have spotted my movements as I sank to the ice in bitter, helpless fury.
Tears slid down my cheeks, freezing as they fell. The man smiled grimly, sending another bolt toward my mother to be sure of his work.
I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t common sense that kept my scream of pain down now. It was my numb inability to think. But my mother would die soon without my help if she wasn’t already dead.
The man looked about, probably wondering why my mother had screamed what she had. Finally, not seeing anyone, he turned and strode away.
I waited ten minutes longer before creeping from my hiding place to look around. He was gone. I raced over the ice to where my mother lay in the circle of water the magic had burned out of the surrounding ice. I tried to be careful as I approached. If I went through the ice too, both of us would die, and my presence would mean nothing.
I sobbed, shivering uncontrollably, despite my warm, fur clothing. I tried to pull her out of the water. I wasn’t strong enough. Tugging and grasping at her clothes, I pulled her out as far as possible, freezing her clothing to the ice as well as I could with the little magic I knew.
Numb inside and sopping wet with freezing water outside, I went to my shoes and changed out of my skates. I sped across the snow like a bullet hoping I could beat time and save my mother. I reached the palace ten minutes later, gasping for breath in the frozen air.
The guards standing at attention looked at me in surprise. My mother and I had used a secret exit to leave without having to take a retinue of guards with us. What an idiot! I chided myself.
“Quickly! Stop gawking at me and get help to my mother now.” I ordered, my heart galloping with my fear.
They continued to stare.
“Princess Dairdra… You don’t… What?” One guard tried.
“Stop talking. Now!” My mother lay frozen to the ice, dying, and these guards insisted on gaping at me. “Get my father up and get a posse of guards together to follow me to my mother. She was attacked and we need to move quickly or she will die. Now move.” I kept my voice low and deadly this time.
“Of course, Highness! We will come with you and have someone rouse your father,” the captain said, turning to face a guard, “Go now, and be quick. Get the king and follow us!”
“Yes, sir!” the guard said, saluting smartly before rushing off to follow orders.
“Please take us to Queen Regina now, Princess.”
I nodded perfunctorily and took off at a fast run. I had to get back in time to save her if I could. The guards followed, but, fit though they were, they had trouble keeping up with my lithe movements in the snow. I slowed enough to let them keep pace.
When we reached my mother, she was blue with cold. I unfroze her as best I could to allow them to pry her off the ice and pull her from the water. It took all of them pulling together to get her out due to the amount of water her clothes had sucked up during her time in the lagoon’s
frigid waters.
“She’s so cold.” I muttered, realizing too late that I should’ve brought one of the court mages along to help out with this part. Turning to the soldiers, I explained the situation. “I can’t make much of a heating or healing spell. Do any of you know one?”
They all shook their heads. With a sigh, I lowered my head. I hadn’t really expected the soldiers to know any. Guardsmen rarely learned magic. We had to wait until my father arrived before we could warm her sufficiently, but he might be too late.
I tried the only heating spell I knew, pushing every drop of magic I had into it. Color began flowing back into her cheeks, but she did not wake. She had an ugly gash on the back of her head from striking the ice. I continued doing what I could, but my reserves were rapidly draining. Besides, I had no affinity for fire or heat. I did so much better controlling water and ice. I couldn’t sustain it for much longer.
Fortunately, my father showed up before my magical reservoir drained completely.
“I have it now,” he said.
He gently, but insistently, pushed me out of the way in the direction of the sleigh. As soon as I was out of his way, he turned back to my mother, ignoring me completely.
His cool distance hit me like a fist in the stomach. There was no “well done” or “it’ll be okay, sweetheart.” Instead it was, “I’ve got this, now go away.”
He knelt over my mother, whispering words in the Ancient Speech. If I had known any of the speech, I might have done better warming her body.
Well, it’s too late now. Father has it all handled. I thought angrily, bitter with the belated thought and myself.
Once my mother was situated in the sleigh next to me, Father pulled blankets over her. Then he too climbed in on her opposite side. He continued whispering the same words, gently stroking her hair.
Later in the medical facility, my father and I stood by my mother’s MICU, a Magical Intensive Care Unit for patients that were in critical condition.
“Will she live?” I asked dread coalescing in my stomach.
“I do not know, Dairdra. She is in bad shape. The doctors said that when they did a magic probe, her reservoirs were critically low and she was using everything she had to fight off whatever destructive spell the assassin used on her. She is in a coma right now and they don’t know if she’ll wake or not. It’s too early to tell right now,” King Rillannonn responded.
I nodded, sitting down in a chair beside my mother. I took her hand and gazed at her peaceful, pale face. My father placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it an awkward squeeze.
“It’ll be fine,” he whispered.
He stroked my hair gently for a moment.
I nodded. His words came too late. I couldn’t hate him for not saying them earlier, but they didn’t mean much to me now.
My father slipped out, not wanting to see the tears that were coming to my eyes. As soon as he was gone, I let them drip down my cheeks, not caring if the staff saw. I was fifteen, and I had a right to cry if something like this was turning my world upside down.
“Mother, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I want you to know I’ll do all I can to help you. You’ll be all right,” I murmured.
The tears began streaming down my face in a torrent and soon I shook with silent sobs. I laid my head on my mother’s still body and wept as though I’d never stop.
Did you understand what was happening, Mother? Why did you call my name? Did you think I could save you? Don’t you know I can’t do any of that? My heart was breaking and no one was there to hear it as it shattered into dozens of shards.
As my tears began to subside, a nurse walked into the room and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her kind, green eyes. They filled with sympathy for my pain. I liked her instantly.
“Your Highness, my name is Morella. You can call me Mora. I am one of the three nurses assigned to monitor your mother. I need to check the equipment now, so I have to ask you to leave, please,” Mora said gently.
I wiped away my tears, embarrassed that anyone had seen me crying. I hadn’t cared before, but now I did. I was no longer sure I wanted even my father to see my weakness. I wanted comforting, but I had to be strong for Father’s sake.
He couldn’t deal with both matters of state, which would be harder without my mother to do her duties, and me falling apart. I’d probably need to take up some of my mother’s duties too, but the bulk would be my father’s burden. He’d have enough to take care of without me added to the bargain. And that didn’t account for the people themselves, who would need me more than ever now.
I nodded to the nurse, “Thank you for everything you’re doing for my mother.”
“No need to thank me, Princess. Believe me; you haven’t any reason at all to be thanking a lowly nurse like me. Thank the doctors if you must thank someone,” Mora answered softly as she turned to tend my mother.
***
I frowned as I left. Even in my grief, I couldn’t miss the strange undercurrent to her voice. Shaking my head, I dismissed it. I must have been hearing things, I decided.
I left the hospital and ran all the way to the palace. The need to leave all of my pain behind was unbearable, and running somehow made me feel as though I could leave it all behind if I just ran fast enough. I ran for all I was worth, trying unsuccessfully to leave my overwhelming burden behind me.
Chapter 2: Dairdra
Running didn’t help me to leave the pain or loneliness behind. I collapsed onto my bed, gasping for breath, sides afire with cramping. As I ran my fingers along the velvety smoothness of my comforter, I took deep breaths in an attempt to stop the cramps. Trying to keep the tears at bay, I focused on the gentle current of warm air wafting from the fireplace and through my bed’s gauzy curtains. It wasn’t working. I buried my face in the silky blue pillow, weeping harder than I had wept beside my mother.
How can this be happening? I don’t understand any of this! Why did it have to be my mother? I still need her. I’m not old enough to take on everything I must. I asked myself, sitting up.
I moved down onto the floor, sitting down and rocking back and forth on my heels. My whole life had become a disaster in one devastating blow and I could see no light anywhere. I was surrounded by darkness, and I couldn’t escape. Even worse, I was lost in the darkness, and I didn’t know if anyone could find me or pull me back onto the path and the light.
I covered my face in my hands and wept, the tears slipping through my fingers and onto my blue silk dress. My heart was breaking and I didn’t know how to stop it.
Stop this! You don’t have time for self-pity, Dairdra. You need to take over your duty, which means you need to speak to the king about what you’ll need to do.
I listened to the quiet voice in my storm. After all, it offered a course of action and a way to escape the growing darkness. I could throw myself into my duties, numbing myself to the pain with work. If I didn’t have enough work to cover all my time, I’d find a way to deal with the pain when I got there. For now, I couldn’t afford to deal with it, so it had to be shoved to the side until I could.
I got up. Walking into my bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to erase the tear stains.
I walked down the empty colonnaded halls. They were so pristine, and their white, splendid beauty made my heart hurt even worse. How could anything be beautiful when I was hurting so badly?
The silver plants that gave Argent her name had always made me smile before, but now they did not. They stood in their pots along the rows of columns, but their glittering beauty was distant now, not close and personal. Everything surrounding me was cold and distant from me and I was lonely in a way I’d never been before.
It was almost enough to make me retreat to my room again where I could close the drapes and hide in darkness. My room was a place I could let my bitter tears of anguish fall, but out here I could not. Still, I did not turn around. Instead, I continued on to my father’s audience chambers.
He was there, sitting at his desk in the corner of the throne room where the most sun came through the windows.
“Sire?” I kept my voice steady and distant, as required by our formal location.
He started, looking up. “Dairdra? I didn’t hear you come in. Did the guards let you in? Why were you not announced?”
“I asked them to let me in, but told them not to bother announcing me if you were not busy. I must speak with you.” I answered with far more confidence than I felt.
“Very well. What do you wish to speak with me about?” He ushered me to the red, velvet-cushioned seat in front of the desk. Only royalty was allowed this luxury, and now I was glad that I was royalty because my legs felt too weak to support me.
“I would like to know what my duties will be with the Queen ill.”
“Ah, I thought you might ask that.” My father rubbed his temples.
“Well, I have, so now, my King, what is your answer?” I asked quietly.
“You will be required only to see to arranging any parties or galas that may be occurring. I know it is a big job, but I am confident that you will be able to manage. You have helped the Queen on many occasions, so I highly doubt it will be too much to handle.”
I bowed my head in consent. “Very well, my Liege. I shall do that. When will I be required to do this next?”
“Not for a while, my dear. With your mother ill and all the other matters of state to attend to, no one is expecting parties any time soon.”
I nearly sighed in disappointment. I didn’t want to go to any parties, but I would have welcomed the chance to distract myself. Then again, all of the pomp and brilliance of a party would only cause me more pain because everyone else would be happy and I’d be miserable.
Maybe that was a bit egocentric, though. Others would be mourning the Queen’s illness as well. My mother was beloved of the people. However, I was so tied up in life’s terrible machinations that I could not escape even if I tried.
“Thank you, my lord. With your permission, I will take a walk now.”
“You have my permission, but I want you to take your mage friend, Crypt, along with you. He’s quite strong for a boy of seventeen. The queen picked her royal mage wisely. As she is ill, he will be your royal mage until she recovers… or… or dies.” He whispered.
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