by Alison Pensy
The Cypher Wheel
(Custodian Novel #3)
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 by Alison Pensy
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Published by Laxsaro Publishing, Publishing on Smashwords / May 2012
ISBN:978-0-9825438-4-9
CHAPTER ONE
Faedra burped, forcing a short burst of flame from her mouth, followed by a curl of smoke that snaked upwards from her nostril.
Her dad stifled a giggle and Faen bit his lip, desperately trying to hide his smirk.
The three of them were sitting at the dining table, having dinner in the large welcoming kitchen of the Bennett cottage.
“It's not funny.” Faedra snapped as she shot a glare across the dining table at each of the mickey-takers in turn.
“Well, actually, darling. It really rather is.” Henry said, without the slightest hint of shame in his voice.
“How can you say that?” Faedra questioned. Her voice started to rise in frustration, as her gaze drifted around the kitchen to note all the scorch marks dotted about on the cabinets and counter tops. “I've burned nearly every piece of furniture we own. I'm surprised I haven't actually burned the house down yet. We couldn't even have a Christmas tree last Christmas.” She shuddered at the thought of what may have happened with all those tinder dry pine needles all over the living room floor.
“Careful, Hun. You know what happens when your emotions start getting the better of you.” Henry looked down at his mug of tea and picked it up. “Speaking of which, my tea's gone cold, would you mind?” Henry held his mug across the table to his now scowling daughter.
Faedra's shoulders slumped. “Well, that's just great,” she said taking the offered mug and cupping her hands around it. “I'm the most powerful being in all of the seven realms and you treat me like a glorified tea pot.” Within seconds, steam was rising once again from the liquid inside. She handed it back to him.
“Thanks, darling.”
“You're welcome,” she said with definite lack of enthusiasm.
Since Faedra had defeated Savu, the most powerful creature in the seven realms, and consequently sucked said power into herself -- bearing in mind this was on top of the one she inherited on her eighteenth birthday, which she was struggling to control in the first place -- she had singlehandedly scorched, charred, or otherwise, burned a hole in nearly every surface she'd touched since coming home. The house was a disaster; Faedra felt awful that she was ruining all of her dad's things, along with her own. Sometimes she wished she could have stayed in that cave in the Arctic Circle, the one Faen had taken her to after consuming Savu's power. At least she couldn't burn rock. Well, she didn't think she could, anyway.
She sighed. “Dad, you are not taking this at all seriously,” Faedra chastised.
“Darling, it's only been a few months. Give it some time. You'll get a handle on it, eventually.”
“It's been six months, Dad,” she corrected, “and I have to say I'm starting to have my doubts.”
“Your father is right, Faedra. Six months is not a lot of time to master a power that has been growing for millennia. You will learn how to control this power, just as you did with your original one,” Faen said sliding a hand over hers in a show of support.
Faedra looked at her Guardian and saw the sincerity shining in his eyes. She gave him a weak smile in response before pulling her hand away, offering Faen a silent apology for her action when his expression fell.
“I hope you're right, Faen. I'm getting sick and tired of hiding away in the house. I didn't mind so much over the winter, but now it's spring.” She hung her head back and whispered up at the ceiling, more to herself than her dinner companions. “I'm dying to get out.”
“Your wish is my command, my lady.” A familiar whisper fanned a warm breath across her ear and she sat up with a start.
“For crying out loud, Etyran! Don't you ever knock? And don't sneak up on me like that; I could have blown you to smithereens. Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Etyran unwrapped the light from around him as if peeling the rind from an orange and became visible to the diners around the table. With his signature roguish grin, he leaned over and gave Faedra a kiss of greeting on her cheek, but quickly withdrew as the heat from her skin seared his lips. “Oops, keep forgetting that,” he said as he rubbed his sore lips. He turned to Faen.
“Hello, mate,” Etyran greeted his friend across the table, to which he received a smile and an incline of Faen's head in response. Then he turned to Henry. “Good evening, Mr. Bennett.”
“Hello, Etyran. And how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Henry.”
“Yes, Sir.” He turned his attention back to Faedra. “'Allo, sweetie. And how is my favorite Custodian this fine evening?”
Faedra propped her chin on her hand, elbow on the table. “Miserable, thanks for asking. And seeing as I'm the only Custodian, I have to be your favorite by default.”
“Oh, dear. Someone's feeling grouchy today,” Etyran said, stating the obvious.
“No change there, then,” Faedra responded with as much sarcasm as she could muster. “I'm grouchy every day, or hadn't you noticed?”
Faen and Henry nodded in agreement when Etyran moved his gaze around the table.
“Anyway, I think I've earned the right to be grouchy when I'm saddled with a power I have no hope of controlling and I'm the laughing stock of the two people who are supposed to love me.” She shot a pointed look at her father and Faen, who both surreptitiously dropped their gazes to their now empty dinner plates.
She admitted to herself she was starting to sound like a whiny baby at this point, but try as she might, she couldn't seem to get herself out of the funk she was in.
“Well, at least you have someone to love you,” Etyran pointed out with a rather deflated tone to his voice.
Faedra felt a wave of shame wash over her. Etyran had confided in her how lonely he felt, especially being the last of his kind. The only Lightbender left in the seven realms.
She brought her gaze to meet his. “I'm sorry, Etyran. That was really thoughtless of me.”
Etyran recovered quickly, his face lighting up again like a kid who'd just been told he was going to Disney World.
“Nah, don't worry about it. Anyway, I have something that will cheer you right up.” He brought his hand around from where he'd been hiding it behind his back. Fanned between his fingers were four tickets, which he waved eagerly in front of everyone.
“What are they?” Faedra asked.
“Falconchase is coming to Norwich and I only scored us some tickets!” he said, waving the tickets back and forth in front of his face for effect.
“No way!” Faedra exclaimed.
Falconchase was a company that organized treasure hunts around the country. Their treasure hunts were usually amazing and getting tickets to one was incredibly difficult, as they were in such high demand. This was the first time they had come to
Norwich. The treasure hunts were exclusive events and tickets were much sought after and very expensive. Usually, you had to book at least a year in advance to be able to take part, but the prize was well worth the wait. Last year the grand prize had been a new car.
Faedra fleetingly thought of her old banger sitting in the driveway and how nice it would be to trade up. But since she couldn't work anymore, for fear of burning down the office, there had been no money coming in to save for a newer car. If she could win one, it would solve that problem. She wouldn't have to worry about sharing the prize. Her friends had no need of a car; they either drove with her or flew everywhere. Except Etyran, but he mostly went invisible and covertly scrounged a lift on whatever bus was passing at the time. He'd even been known to sneak into a taxi with an unsuspecting passenger.
Finding it hard to hide her excitement, Faedra said, “How on earth did you get your hands on four tickets to the treasure hunt?”
“Funny you should ask.” He shot her another of his roguish grins for effect. “They turned up through the letterbox this morning, along with a letter saying I'd won them in a competition.” Then he mused, more to himself than everyone else. “Only thing is, I can't remember ever entering any competition.” Snapping his attention back to those at the table, he continued. “Anyway, I'm not complaining, I've been wanting to do this for years. They used to do them in London all the time when I lived there, but I just never got around to going.” He shot her another grin and she gave him a dubious look.
“What? I got them fair and square. I promise.”
The Lightbender had become a permanent fixture since returning with them from the icy cave, and said letterbox belonged to a local flat above one of the shops in the village that Etyran had taken possession of. Although, how he was paying for it Faedra wasn't entirely sure and hadn't dared ask. It was more than likely she wouldn't like the answer.
“Are you sure you didn't steal them?” Faedra questioned.
Etyran looked affronted at her accusation, but pulled something from the pocket of his long coat and showed it to her. “See, they came in this envelope addressed to me.”
Faedra took the envelope and gave it a good going over. It was deep red in color and the edges were lavishly decorated with gold runes. True enough, it had the flat's address on it but not Etyran's name. In fact, there was no name and no postage stamp on the envelope. It had been hand delivered.
This fact alone sent Faedra's internal warning alarm ringing at the highest level. She had become a lot more paranoid over the past year, with very good reason, and she would tell anyone who kept reminding her of this fact.
“Oh, I don't think so.” Faedra stated as she handed the envelope for Faen to look at.
“What? Why?” Etyran asked, unable to hide his dismay. “Oh, come on, Fae, it's only a treasure hunt, what could possibly go wrong?”
Faedra gave him a look that said 'well let's see, shall we... the last two parties I attended someone either wanted me skewered or roasted. Excuse me for being overly cautious.'
“Yeah, okay, I see where you're coming from,” Etyran conceded. “But there are four tickets. I thought you, Faen, Jocelyn, and I could go. Let's face it, Faedra, you're the most powerful being out there. How on earth is anyone going to be able to harm you, anyway? I'm sure word has gone around; I can't see anyone being that stupid, to be honest.”
Etyran did have a good point. Faedra hadn't thought about it like that before. After the last two attempts at getting out and enjoying herself had resulted in her being the target of a vengeful princess, she'd become a little gun shy. But that person was locked up now and, as far as she was aware, no one else wanted their revenge on her for being their half-sister. That's not to say there wasn't anyone out there who wanted their revenge on her for some other reason. Not that she could think of one at that point in time. Yes, she admitted to herself that she was being overly paranoid, so she gave it some thought for a few more moments.
Maybe she should do this. Goodness only knew she needed to get out of the house.
“Give it some thought, love.” Her dad's voice penetrated her mind. “You love a good treasure hunt. Remember when I used to hide your presents around the garden when you were little and gave you clues to go and find them?”
A big smile crept across Faedra's face, probably the first real smile for six months. She did remember and the happiness from those memories seeped into her heart. She turned to her Guardian. “What do you think?”
“Honestly? I think it is a great idea. You do need to get out, and like Etyran says, who would possibly be able to harm you now? You will have the three of us with you, too.”
“But that's just the problem. It's not so much someone coming after me, but me hurting someone else by accident. I mean, what if I sneeze? I could set a whole building on fire.” Faedra looked down at the table. “No, this isn't a good idea,” she whispered.
She heard a chair squeak on the tile floor and sensed Etyran sitting down to one side of her. Faen took her hand again and squeezed. She raised her gaze to meet his. This time Faen subtly withdrew his hand before she had a chance to take it. Her heart felt heavy again.
“You need to get out into the big wide world again someday.”
“He's right, Fae,” Henry said. “You really can't stay locked away here forever, it's not healthy. Go out and enjoy yourself. If anything goes wrong you can always come home early. You're not going to hurt anyone; you couldn't hurt a fly on purpose. I know you'll do everything you can to keep control of your power. And, let's face it, I haven't seen any new scorch marks around for a few days now.”
Faedra gave him a weak smile. He was right; she hadn't burned anything accidentally for several days. Maybe she was getting a handle on this new power, after all. Could she really do this? Did she have the courage to go out into the general public again? She could feel herself caving in to the thought of mixing with normal people once more.
Faedra sighed. “Oh, go on then,” she said to Etyran, who gave her the biggest grin he could muster. She turned to Faen to see he was smiling at her, too.
Etyran got up from his chair, leaned down and gave Faedra a quick squeeze.
“Excellent, I'll go and tell Jocelyn. It's this weekend. You can drive.”
“What? So soon?” Faedra gulped.
Etyran wasn't going to give her the chance to change her mind. He made a beeline for the kitchen door and shot a “See you later” over his shoulder before she could say another word.
CHAPTER TWO
Faen sat in silence, cross-legged on Faedra's bed, as he watched her pacing back and forth in front of him. They had just finished with clearing up the dinner things before making their way up to her bedroom. She tended to hide away in her room most of the time, something Faen knew her father was saddened by. But whenever he brought up the subject, she would just tell him the longer she was away from the rest of the house, the less damage she could do.
Faen could see the signs of panic etched into her features as she paced and decided it was best to leave her to her thoughts. If he butted in, she would probably make excuses not to go out in public, so he just continued to watch as she wore a path in her carpet. He was becoming concerned about her now; he had been for a while. He understood it was a lot of power to handle. He didn't have any doubts that she would, eventually, handle it, but it was the change in her personality that worried him the most. He'd seen her demeanor shift considerably over the past six months and she wasn't getting any better. If anything, she was slipping further away from him and he had to think of something to stop her soul from fading, and do it fast.
Faedra had gone from being warm and outgoing, to introverted and distant. Faen was sure that if she just got out among people again, she would start to feel like her old self. It had gotten to the point that she would hardly touch him anymore. On the odd occasion that she did let him touch her, she would withdraw after only a few seconds. Just a short time ago at the dinner table had brought that
back to the forefront of his mind. He had to admit it left him feeling empty and helpless, even though he knew it was because she'd burned him on several occasions and she couldn't bear to hurt him anymore. The pain in her eyes when she'd done it almost crushed him. Even though he always healed quickly and the pain was gone in a few moments, Faedra was not willing to keep on doing it, and he missed her.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he realized she'd stopped pacing and was standing in front of him, head lowered. Her face was harried, showing signs of a soul much older than her years.
“I can't do it, Faen. I'll just hurt someone, I know I will,” she said, her eyes full of sadness. Everything about her posture screaming defeat.
“Yes, you can, and, no, you will not,” Faen whispered. His expression emphasizing his determination to get back the girl he loved from where she was hiding behind a carefully erected wall.
Faedra's eyes glistened. “No, I can't. I can't risk hurting anyone. Faen, you don't understand… this energy, it's almost consuming me. Every minute of every day all I hear is a roar inside my head, like the blast of a furnace. Sometimes I think I'll go crazy. I just want it to be quiet, I want it to stop. I don't know how much longer I can take this.”
Faen uncrossed his legs and slid off the bed in one fluid motion. He stood in front of her and took her hands in his.
“I know you can do it and I know you will not hurt anyone. I will prove it to you right now.”
She looked up into his eyes, giving him a wordless apology as she extricated herself from his grip and took a step back.
Undeterred, Faen took a step forward, taking hold of her hands again as he did so.
Faedra gave him a puzzled look as she withdrew again and took another step back. When Faen took another step forward and reached for her hands again, she carefully put them behind her back and matched his forward step with another backwards one.
