The Map Maker’s Sister
Matthew J. Krengel
North Star Press of St. Cloud, Inc.
Saint Cloud, Minnesota
Copyright © 2013 Matthew J. Krengel
ISBN 978-0-87839-946-8
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First Edition: September 2013
Printed in the United States of America
Published by
North Star Press of St. Cloud, Inc.
P.O. Box 451
St. Cloud, Minnesota 56302
Prologue
“Master Cain?”
The thin dwarf turned and looked to where the much taller human was running down the hallway towards where he was standing. He waited until the man stumbled to a halt and bowed before motioning him to continue with whatever was troubling him. These humans sometimes needed reminding of the power structure inside the Temple of Adherency.
“What is it?” Cain asked calmly, anxious to continue but knowing minor delays were expected as his influence expanded across the new world.
“We lost contact with two of our runners over the last day.”
“You interrupted me for that?” Cain asked with a raised eyebrow. “How many times do I need to tell you it matters little how many we send. As long as the flow of materials and information keeps moving I don’t care how many we train and send.”
“But sire,” the man continued. “One of them reported seeing your old mentor before he disappeared. He is on the other side of the Divide.”
Cain’s eyes lit up briefly, “So that’s where he’s been hiding. I had wondered, but I doubted he had the courage to try to hide on the other side. Perfect then. He’s out of our way for now and most likely searching for his next Map Maker and Runner to send against me.” Cain smiled wickedly as he thought about the last two his mentor had sent to their demise. One was still locked in the deepest dungeon, lined with cold iron walls, and unconnected to any map anywhere. The other had been lost to the Divide. Oh, he knew another Map Maker and Runner moved about in the human world, but he had his leverage if they became an issue. Even if they came against him, he held the trump cards against them.
“Yes, sire. I’ll send out two more the moment ‘ medallions are done.”
“What of the girl we took last year,” Cain asked suddenly. “Where is she being held? We know that Tasker was interested in her. I wonder if he knows that we took her?”
“She resisted all our attempts to recruit to our side,” the man replied. “We sent her to the Isle of Lakes to be held there in case we needed her. Viscount Lerod is still hoping you’ll forget about her so he can take her for himself.”
“Perfect,” Cain muttered. “She’ll be well protected there. Tell the viscount to keep his distance from her though.” He waved his hand to the human still standing with his head bowed before him. He knew the man was watching despite doing his best to look as though he wasn’t. “You may go.” Cain continued down the corridor until he reached the furthest end of the passage and stopped before an ornately carved door made of solid mahogany. The handles were bronze and inlaid with a type of gold that glowed with a coppery hue. He slipped inside the room and took a deep breath. The area was filled with book shelves weighted down with volumes. Slowly he walked around the outside of the shelves and let his eyes travel across the bound leather spines. All this knowledge and still he was missing the very item he craved.
In the center of the room a wide circle of stones marked off a charred area. It suddenly blazed to life, flames of every color of the rainbow leaping and crackling with magical power. The fire required no fuel—the blaze was drawn from the interplay of the magnetic fields surrounding the world and other mysterious sources.
“Right on time,” Cain muttered. He had spent the last five weeks laying the ground work in the mountain city of Denver and now it was coming to fruition. What a delightfully perfect plan for removing items of knowledge from those who didn’t need them and still preserving the knowledge for himself. He could see it in his mind, the fires leaping high as his Adherents tossed arm loads of parchment-and leather-bound volumes into the blaze. He could hear the cheers of the onlookers, goaded by his men walking the perimeter of the throng, their fingers dangerously near their weapons’ triggers. His hands twitched as the first of the books materialized inside the magical flames and slowly floated over to where he stood. Carefully, he set it off to the side and waited as more continued to come through the magical flames.
* * * * *
Two months earlier
Jackie stumbled into the cell and glared back at the guard who had shoved her. He smirked back at her and then slammed the door shut and she heard the lock turn. Almost a year since she had gone running down by the Mississippi River back in St Paul. Four men in black robes grabbed her as she entered a small stand of trees that shaded the running trail on each side. She fought for she was worth but they bound her hands and pinned a strange amulet to her chest. Moments later the world vanished and suddenly she was here in this strange world. At first they had treated her well and some short guy had tried to be her friend, when she had refused to help him the guy turned nasty. So here she sat, locked in a small room wondering if anyone even remembered her any more. She sat down on the edge of her wooden bunk and slumped down into the filthy mattress. A few tears slipped down her cheek but she pushed them away and finally lay down on her bed. No one was coming for her. Sometime later there was a tap at the door and a young man slipped inside the door holding a tray of food.
“What do you want?” Jackie asked wearily.
“Just dropping off some food for you.”
Jackie glared at him but did not sit up, “I am not helping you.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
Jackie sat up slowly and took a better look at him. He looked like he was the same age as she was and he had an unruly shock of black hair that perched atop his head. His clothes were finely made and cleaner than other soldiers she had seen. She thought his face was nice and he had a natural smile that made her feel good.
“Do you want to eat?”
Jackie swung her legs over the edge of the bunk and shrugged, “It doesn’t make a difference. You will never let me go back to my family.”
“I really am sorry about that,” he paused as he leaned against the wall next to the door. “My name is Carvin, I wish I could change what happened.”
“Just go away,” Jackie muttered.
* * * * *
Present day
Tasker sat inside the smallest of the structures, the buildings surrounded by the rough timber walls that protected the fort on Stockton Island. Outside he could hear shouts and sound of hammers as the damaged sections of the palisade were repaired and the remaining sections re-enforced to withstand whatever would be thrown at them. He shuddered as he thought about the things he had seen humans do on the other side of the Divide. Were that technology to come here and be made to operate, all of his hard work would be lost in a few nights.
“Are you going to tell her when she comes back?” Eriunia asked from where she sat across the table. The tall elf was clothed in a sturdy wool tunic and soft leather pants, her feet protected by doeskin boots and her black hair tied back in a tight ponytail. Large green eyes turned and examined Bella where the fairy fluttered back and forth in a nervous fashion across the table from Puck. What an odd grouping they made, the elf thought. The fairy who just wants to gain her family back, the hobgoblin who would do anything to be king of his own land, myself
who just wants to go home, and the enigmatic dwarf who’d had it all, lost it, and now seemed bent on repaying his debt. However, in Tasker’s case, the dwarf was acting completely different from what he had been. How does one go from a founding member of the Seely Court and meddling in the affairs of people everywhere to leading a rebellion against a religious order he helped found? The affairs of men and dwarf were hard to comprehend.
“What? I should tell her I made a mistake?” Tasker muttered. “No, the history is behind us, leave it there.” He looked down at the table and closed his eyes for a moment as if in deep thought. “We can take Madeline Island and our position here will be more secure than before. If we are careful and use the element of surprise, we can also have possession of the Ironships currently stationed there.”
“You know that once we take those ships, it’s only a matter of time before Cain knows something’s wrong and sends out either the fleet at Isle of Lakes, or, in a worst-case scenario, he’ll send the Lake Huron fleet north through the straights,” Puck stated. He sat back in his chair and wrapped his hands behind his head. He leaned back further in his chair using his furry goat legs to support the front of the chair as he leaned his weight on the back legs.
“I have some ideas, but it requires that we move quickly and with as much stealth as possible,” Tasker replied. He was the second shortest of the beings present but had, at one time, wielded considerable power.
“Are you going to tell us?” Bella asked. She fluttered down to the table top and sat down with her tiny legs crossed. The bow and quiver that Yerdarva the Red had given her lay carefully across her legs. The tiny fairy was extremely proud of the weapon and had put it to good use in the last series of skirmishes that cleared many of the Prison Islands and added almost two thousand rebels to Tasker’s forces. She wondered how many they’d free as the larger islands to the south were taken.
“Keep in mind that my people will not become involved unless my three sisters are found and released from their captivity.” Eriunia reminded Tasker. “I wish it were not so, but my father will not risk any of their lives for what he certainly views as a problem for the Seely Court and the committees to deal with.”
“And what of you, Eriunia?” Tasker asked. “Is this a problem that you will ignore given the chance?”
Her eyes flashed as they narrowed, and her jaw was set in a firm line, “I am still here, am I not?”
“Good,” Tasker said. “I need those who are dedicated to this cause.”
“How like the message you started with a few hundred years ago,” Puck said slyly as he looked at Tasker out of the corner of his eyes, but the dwarf ignored him and continued planning.
“When Jane and Jacob return, I want our people in place. I believe it’s possible to take Madeline Island without a battle, but I must work out certain things with those two alone in order for the plan to work.”
“And what shall we do while we wait?” Bella piped out in her high-pitched voice.
“Make sure we’ve checked every corner of the islands we’ve freed,” Tasker ordered as he stood, bringing his head and shoulders just above the table. “I don’t want any to be left behind if they wish to escape. Offer a place to anyone who wants to get on the ships.”
Puck nodded, “I’ll send messengers to every island.”
“Ferry them all here. When the time comes, we’ll leave from here,” Tasker said and the hobgoblin nodded again. Tasker left the table and walked down the short hall to where two of the Adherents were still locked in the holding cell. Both of them looked up at him as he opened the door. They glared at him angrily. He motioned the two rebels standing guard to leave, and then stepped into the cell and looked down at the chained men.
“Has he found what he seeks?” Tasker asked quietly. He alone believed he knew what Cain truly sought—something that in his younger days he had sought as well. The obsession with certain ancient artifacts of great evil had led Tasker to banish Cain from his presence and then had led to the current strife. Some things in this world should never again be found.
“What are you talking about, little dwarf,” the bigger of the two men spat back. “Free us, and I will show you how Adherents treats traitors to the cause.” He struggled against the chains, then sank back to the floor.
Tasker took a step closer and narrowed his eyes. A glint of steel crossed his face as he leaned close and smiled at the man, “I can send you into the Divide forever if you want.”
“Go ahead and try,” the prisoner blustered. “You wouldn’t dare.”
The man gasped as Tasker’s hand flashed out and grabbed the man’s wrist. Tasker reached into his belt and pulled an old worn anchor from his pocket. He poked the prisoner’s hand with the pin and smiled at him.
“Last chance to answer me,” he said with dark warning.
“Never,” the man spat back angrily.
“So be it,” Tasker muttered. “I hope someday when I am called to Task for my life and choices I can find a suitable reason for this.
A flash of darkness surrounded the man, and Tasker pulled the anchor back at the last moment. A look of surprise filled the man’s face as the darkness closed in around him. Then he was gone. All that remained were the chains, which, now empty, fell to the floor with a clunk.
Tasker turned to the to the smaller of the Adnerents. “Now, what about you … will you answer my questions?”
“I … I don’t think he’s found it yet,” the Adherent said slowly as he stared at the floor where his fellow soldier had sat only moments before. “If he had, something would have been said, but the orders are always the same. For the missionaries, find him new places to visit and bring back word of any collections of books for him to burn.”
Tasker turned and left the room only slighty happier than when he entered. What he had done to the first adherent prisoner was akin to murder, and it made him feel dirty inside. Still, he thought he alone knew what Cain’s true purpose was. Knowledge of that made him ready to do almost anything to stop his former pupil.
“Does that make me any better than he is?” Tasker asked himself quietly. To that question he had no answers.
Chapter 1
Rude Awakenings
Duluth, Minnesota, was quiet for the first time in days. Ongoing rescue efforts continued, but nothing out of place had happened for almost a full day, and many residents breathed a sigh of relief. It had been the strangest beginning to a summer most would ever remember, starting with a number of rogue waves rising out of Lake Superior and rumors of local citizens being attacked and suspects disappearing from police custody.
Grandpa Able looked up from the paper and frowned, when someone knocked on the front door with an insistent rap. He stood and shuffled to the door. At eight in the evening, he couldn’t think of anyone who should be visiting. The front door, a grand wood and glass affair, allowed him at least a glance of who was standing on the porch. His heart beat a little faster when he saw the emblem of the Duluth police department through the smudged glass. Slowly he pulled the door open and looked out at the grim-faced officer. He immediately took a dislike to the man who wore a uniform two sizes too big for him and a face that looked like it hadn’t been shaved in weeks. Coffee and food stains on the white cotton neckline of his under shirt bothered him, and the officer’s hat was tilted downward to shadow his eyes.
“What can I do for you, sir?” Grandpa Able asked quietly, putting his feelings aside and framing his words in the most polite voice possible.
“Is this the residence of Jane Timbrill?” the officer asked in a dead voice. He glanced up and narrowed his eyes at Grandpa Able.
“Yes, it is,” Grandpa Able replied. His heart began to beat even faster as he wondered what had happened. If anything happened to the girl while she was here, he would never forgive himself, not after what the family had been through when her older sister had disappeared. That whole affair had ended with the divorce of Jane’s parents and her father leaving the state to return to
his family’s home in Colorado. Jane didn’t like to talk about it, but he knew it hurt her horribly.
“Is she here?” the officer casually set his hand on his utility belt as he asked the question. His fingers tapped slowly on the leather as he waited for the answer.
“No, she went hiking up the North Shore with a friend,” Grandpa Able replied. He disliked the officer even more as the man tried to inch his way forward and look into the house. “Is there something wrong?”
“We have some more questions for her regarding the assault that took place on a train a few days ago and the subsequent disappearance of the victim from the hospital,” the officer said as he stepped back and turned his flat black eyes on Grandpa Able. “Understand that, if you interfere with our investigation, you will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.”
“Are you threatening me, son?” Grandpa Able said in a calm voice. “I served two tours in Vietnam, and you dare to threaten me.” His face flushed in anger. “Get off my property before I call the department and talk to your boss. I’ve known Stan Thurston since he was first hired to the department. He and I play golf on weekends.”
The officer glared at Grandpa Able for a few more moments, and then turned and walked back to where his cruiser was parked. Before he got into the car he turned and looked back, his voice was chilling as he called back loudly. “You think only one of your granddaughters can disappear, old man?”
Grandpa Able stared in amazement at the retreating police vehicle. How could the officer make such a blatant threat? He stumbled backwards and pushed the door shut. As he looked back out the living room window, he saw the police cruiser turn the corner and disappear down the street. Less then a minute later, Jacob’s Mustang turned the same corner and drove down the street. The panic that had been about to set into his mind settled down as Jacob’s Mustang pulled into the driveway.
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