[Fablehaven 02] - Rise of the Evening Star

by Brandon Mull - (ebook by Undead)

  “I’m waiting,” Seth said.

  “I’m thinking,” Kendra said. “It’s what some people do before they talk. Let’s consider the other options besides deliberate suicide. We could hide. I’m not wild about that option, because it just prolongs an actual decision, and I’m not going to be able to keep awake much longer.”

  “You have circles under your eyes,” Seth said.

  “We could attack. They only have one imp left. Mendigo is a pretty tough fighter. If he had a weapon, he could maybe take out their last imp, and then beat up Errol and Vanessa.”

  “If we can lure them all out of the yard,” Seth said. “Which I doubt will happen. After they find the injured imps, they’ll be careful. You never know, they might have other tricks up their sleeves. Vanessa could come after us as Dale, for example.”

  “I hadn’t thought of that,” Kendra admitted. “Do you think she’s doing that right now?”

  “I would be,” Seth said. “And this is the first place I would look.”

  “What if Dale shows up and Mendigo hurts him?” Kendra wondered.

  “At this point, if Dale shows up, Mendigo better hurt him. His legs will heal.”

  “We should probably leave Fablehaven,” Kendra said. “Escape and find the Sphinx.”

  “How? You have his phone number? Know where he hides out?”

  Kendra rubbed the side of her head.

  Seth looked at her adamantly. “And guess who is probably waiting on the driveway just outside those gates? Your friend the kobold. And that big monster made of hay. And about a zillion other members of the Society of the Evening Star, guarding the gates in case somebody tries to do exactly what you’re saying. And probably hoping Vanessa figures out how to let them in.”

  “Do you have a better idea?” Kendra huffed.

  “I told you a better idea. They won’t be expecting it.”

  Kendra shook her head. “Seth, even Tanu and Coulter weren’t sure how they were going to get past the traps in the tower. Even if you could defeat the revenant, we’d never make it to the artifact.”

  Seth got up out of his chair. “Outside of Fablehaven, the Society of the Evening Star can send everybody they have after us. We wouldn’t last five minutes. In here, they only have Vanessa, Errol, and that imp. Either way is dangerous. But I’d rather take a risk trying to fix everything than take a risk running away.”

  “Running for help,” Kendra stressed.

  “You didn’t run away when you went to the Fairy Queen,” Seth reminded her.

  “That was different,” she said. “You and Grandma and Grandpa were about to die for sure, and I had nobody to help me. If I had run away, I would have been abandoning you. I knew I could save you if the Fairy Queen was willing to help me.”

  “And if we get the artifact we can save Grandma and Grandpa,” Seth said. “It probably has powers we can use.”

  “Nobody even knows what it does,” Kendra said.

  “It does something. They’re all supposed to be really powerful, letting us control time or space and stuff like that. You didn’t know exactly what the Fairy Queen could do. You just knew she was powerful. Whatever the artifact is, at least it would give us a chance. Would you rather go hide under a log? In the morning, we’d be no better off than we are right now.”

  “At least we wouldn’t be dead.”

  “I’m not so sure,” Seth said. “All it takes is one of us falling asleep, and we’ll be in all sorts of trouble.”

  “I’m not saying we hide under a log. I say we bring Mendigo, and take our chances trying to find the Sphinx. We don’t have to use the driveway; we can climb the gate and loop way around, stay out of sight. There’s a better probability we’ll succeed.”

  “How is there a better chance? We have no idea what is waiting outside the gates! We have no idea where the Sphinx is! We don’t even know if he’s still alive!”

  Kendra folded her arms. “He’s been alive for hundreds of years and all of a sudden he gets killed?”

  “Maybe. These artifacts have been hidden for hundreds of years and all of a sudden they’re being found.”

  “You’re exhausting,” Kendra said.

  “That’s what you say when I’m right!” Seth said.

  “It’s what I say when you won’t shut up.” Kendra stood. “I have to use the bathroom.”

  “First tell me we’ll go after the artifact.”

  “No way, Seth. We’re leaving the preserve.”

  “I’ve got it,” Seth said. “How about you leave, and I go get the artifact?”

  “Sorry, Seth. I thought you were dead once. I’m not going to lose you now.”

  “It makes sense,” he said with more conviction. “I go after the artifact, you go after help. Both might be long shots, but both only require one of us.”

  Kendra’s hands clenched into fists. “Seth, I’m about to lose it. Enough about going after the artifact. It’s crazy. Can’t you tell when an idea is doomed? Are you programmed to self-destruct? We’re sticking together, and we’re leaving Fablehaven. There might not even be anybody on guard out there. You’re just guessing. We’ll be careful, but our best bet is somehow finding the Sphinx. Hopefully he’s already looking for us.”

  “Fine, you’re right,” he said curtly.

  Kendra wasn’t sure how to respond. “You think?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I think,” Seth said. “The fairy princess has spoken.”

  “You’re a jerk,” she said.

  “Then I can’t win,” Seth said. “I’m a jerk if I agree, I’m crazy if I don’t.”

  “It’s how you agree,” she said. “Can I go to the bathroom now?”

  “Apparently you get to do whatever you want,” Seth said.

  Kendra walked to the bathroom. He was being unreasonable. Going after the artifact was insanity. If they were seasoned adventurers like Tanu, it might be a risk worth taking. But they knew nothing. It was a certain recipe for disaster. Running away from Fablehaven was scary too, but at least those dangers weren’t guaranteed. The revenant was there for sure, and so were the traps guarding the artifact.

  Kendra massaged her temples, trying to clear her mind. She always got muddled when she was overtired. Part of her didn’t want to leave the bathroom. As soon as she rejoined Seth, they would have to run off into the night with Mendigo and flee the preserve. All she wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep.

  Kendra washed her hands and splashed water on her face. Reluctantly she returned to the main room. Warren sat alone at the table. “Seth?” she called.

  The potion pouch was open. The key was gone. A note sat on the table, with the invisibility glove beside it. Kendra hurried to the note.

  Kendra,

  I took Mendigo and am going after the artifact. I will send him back once he takes me to the grove.

  Don’t be mad.

  Keep a good lookout and lie low until Mendigo gets back. Then go find the Sphinx, I left you the glove.

  Love,

  Seth

  Kendra reread the note in stunned disbelief. She threw it down and ran outside. How long had she been in the bathroom? Pretty long. She had been thinking, and taking her time. Ten minutes? More?

  Dared she yell for Mendigo? The night was quiet. A crescent moon was rising. The stars were clear and bright. She heard nothing. If she ordered Mendigo back, would he hear? Would he come? Surely Seth had commanded the giant puppet not to heed any orders from her to return. And since she had told Mendigo to obey Seth, the puppet probably saw their authority as equal, and would obey Seth’s preemptive command.

  By now, they were probably out of earshot anyway. Mendigo would be even faster carrying only one passenger.

  How could Seth be so selfish? She considered going after him, but had no idea which direction he had gone. If she knew where the farthest corner of Fablehaven was, she would go search for Hugo, but again, she would be wandering blind. Seth was going to get killed, and while Mendigo was gone, somebody wo
uld probably show up and capture her as well.

  Should she hide inside the house, or outside? If they sent the imp, inside would be foolproof. But they knew the imp would not be able to enter the cottage, so if they sent somebody, it would probably be Dale or someone else controlled by Vanessa. Which meant Kendra should find a good hiding place outside the cottage and lie low until Mendigo returned. The glove would help conceal her.

  She ran back into the house to get Tanu’s bag and the glove. Warren looked at her, smiling vaguely. He had no idea what was going on. In a way, she envied him.

  * * *

  Seth had discovered that riding Mendigo piggyback was considerably more comfortable than being slung over his shoulder. He had also discovered that Mendigo could run notably faster carrying only one person. In one hand Mendigo held the key, in the other, the courage potion.

  Seth had ordered Mendigo to go to the covered bridge, and then to proceed onward to the valley surrounded by four hills. He could only hope the puppet understood where he meant. Mendigo seemed to be running purposefully, so at least the puppet had some destination in mind. Seth had also ordered Mendigo to disregard any instructions from Kendra until he sent him back to her. He had also directed Mendigo to quietly point out any humans or imps that came near them. He hoped the chances were slim of meeting up with any of his enemies in the woods, but it was possible the imp or others were out hunting them.

  The crescent moon gave off enough light that Seth could see fairly well, even without special fairy vision. He had found a flashlight in a cupboard at the cottage, so he had insurance that he would be able to see his adversary in the grove. He had also commandeered a pair of pliers that he had noticed in the tool closet when they had grabbed the hoe for Mendigo.

  Before too long Mendigo was clomping across the covered bridge. It had been only two nights ago that Hugo had carried Seth and Coulter along this same route to the same destination. This time Seth would be prepared. That revenant had looked pretty flimsy. With the courage potion to counteract the fear, he should have a good chance.

  Back under the trees, Seth lost all sense of where they were headed, and had to trust that Mendigo knew the way. “Get us to the valley with the four hills, Mendigo,” Seth said softly. “And be careful with the bottle you’re holding. Don’t let it get damaged.”

  They rushed along in silence until Mendigo suddenly veered and slowed, heading toward a clearing. Seth was about to reprimand the puppet when he saw that Mendigo was pointing. The puppet came to a stop behind a bush. Looking in the direction indicated by the wooden finger, Seth saw a silhouetted form slowly walking in the clearing.

  Who was it? He was big. Was it Kendra’s imp? No, it was Tanu!

  Seth burst from hiding and ran into the clearing. Tanu continued shuffling along, oblivious to Seth’s approach. Seth ran up to Tanu and stared in amazement. Seeing Warren and Coulter as albinos was one thing. Seeing the large Samoan, whose skin had been so dark, was another. Illuminated by the ghostly moonlight, his pallid skin and white hair were shocking.

  “Hey, Tanu,” Seth said. “Anybody home?”

  The big Samoan trudged languidly forward, offering no hint of acknowledgment. Seth looked back at Mendigo. He hated the thought of leaving Tanu to roam the woods, but Warren had showed up back at the house after he became an albino. At least Tanu appeared to be generally heading in the right direction.

  The reality was, time was too short, and his mission too urgent, for Seth to do much for Tanu at the moment. Kendra was back at the cottage nearly defenseless. He needed to get to the grove and send Mendigo back to her.

  “Mendigo, come get me. Let’s keep going to the valley with the four hills, fast as you can.” Mendigo raced to him, and Seth climbed on his back. The puppet started running. “But if we come near any other imps or humans, still point them out without giving us away.”

  Seth glanced back over his shoulder at Tanu making his way across the clearing. At that rate, even if he walked in the right direction the whole way, he would not reach the house for a day or two. Hopefully everything would be happily resolved by then.

  Once again, Seth was crashing through the darkness. He was pretty sure Hugo had gotten them to the valley more rapidly. Just when he was about to despair that they would ever reach the grove, they emerged from a thick stand of trees and Seth recognized that they were in the brush-filled valley surrounded by the familiar hills.

  Mendigo slowed to a walk. “Mendigo, take me to the grove at that end of the valley,” Seth said, gesturing toward their destination. Mendigo started trotting. “Fast as you can.” Mendigo sped up.

  As the grove drew nearer, Seth contemplated how much he was betting on the potency of the courage potion. The fear potion had made him very afraid, but it was hardly a shiver when compared to the terror radiating from the revenant. Of course, he had sampled only a drop or two of the fear potion, with some other ingredients mixed in to dilute it. He would down a much bigger dose of pure courage, and bring the bottle with him so he could chug more if needed.

  Mendigo stopped near the edge of the grove. Seth estimated it was roughly the same place Hugo had stopped. “Mendigo, go just a few steps closer to the trees,” Seth urged.

  The puppet took several steps, but did not move forward. He was walking in place. Seth slid off of Mendigo, dropping to the ground. “Mendigo, walk into the grove.” The puppet appeared to be trying to comply, but instead took more steps without advancing.

  “Forget it, Mendigo. Hand me the key and the potion.” The puppet obeyed. “Mendigo, return to Kendra as fast as you can.” Mendigo started running off, so Seth shouted after him to finish his instructions, cupping his hands around his mouth. “If she’s not at the cottage, or is in any trouble, rescue her. Hurt her enemies if they try to stop you. Obey her!”

  Before Mendigo was out of sight, Seth turned to face the grove. Under the moon and the stars, the grove was brighter than it had been on his previous visit. Even so, he switched on the flashlight. It had a dimmer bulb than the light Coulter had used, but it still made a difference.

  Standing alone in the dark, shining his dim flashlight at the ominous trees and their convoluted shadows, was not good for morale. Seth remembered Kendra’s certainty that he would fail, and, alone under the stars, he suddenly felt she might be right.

  Seth took a calming breath. This was what he wanted. This was why he had run away from Kendra. Sure, he was a little nervous now, but a good dose of courage would remedy the situation. And when the chilling fear of the revenant began to take hold, he would give himself another boost. He had to do this, just as Kendra had to go after the Sphinx. Both propositions were risky, but both were necessary.

  Setting down the tall key, Seth unstopped the bottle and tipped it into his mouth. Even with the little bottle upended, the potion dripped out in a weak trickle. He shook the fluid into his mouth until he had emptied roughly a quarter of the contents.

  The liquid burned. Once, in a Mexican restaurant, Seth had downed some hot sauce straight from the bottle on a dare from Kendra. It was brutal. He had to stuff his mouth with chips and guzzle water to stem the burning. This was worse — less taste, more stinging.

  Seth coughed and swiped at his lips, eyes watering. His tongue felt like he had licked an iron, and his throat felt like a pincushion bristling with scalding needles. Tears leaked profusely down his cheeks. There was nothing to mute the burning, no water, no food. He had to wait it out.

  As the painful sensation subsided, a warmth began to spread through his chest. He smirked at the dark trees. They seemed less intimidating. Had he actually been scared? Why, because it was dark? He had a flashlight. He knew exactly what was in there — a skinny ruin of a man so frail that he could flatten him with a sneeze. A creature so used to victims folding out of fear that it had probably lost all ability to contend with a real opponent.

  Seth glanced at the long key. Between the flashlight and the potion and the pliers, his hands were full. The pliers went i
nto a pocket, and he managed to hold the flashlight and the potion in the same hand, while grasping the key in the other. He marched across the space separating him from the grove, and soon found himself amid the trees. He was trying not to smile, but the grin would not go away. How had he been worried? How had he let Kendra’s misgivings make him doubt for even a second? This would be absolute simplicity.

  Pausing, he set down his things and began throwing punches to warm himself up. Wow, he hadn’t realized how fast his right had gotten! His left was pretty good too. He was a machine! Maybe he would give the creature a free swing or two, just for fun. Toy with the freak before he put it out of its misery. Show the pathetic monstrosity exactly what happened to anything that traded blows with Seth Sorenson.

  He retrieved his items and continued deeper into the grove. The air became steadily cooler. Seth shone his flashlight beam around, not wanting to give the revenant a chance to sneak up on him. Last time Seth had been helplessly frozen. This time he would dictate exactly how the encounter would go.

  Seth began to notice an unusual numbness in his toes. It reminded him of the time he’d gone skiing in ski boots that were too small. He paused, stomping his feet, trying to restore sensation, but instead the numbness spread up his ankles. He started shivering. How had it gotten cold so quickly?

  A flicker of motion caught his eye. Pivoting, Seth shone his flashlight at the approaching revenant. The creature was still a good distance away, barely visible through the trees.

  The numbness had spread above his knees, and his fingers began to stiffen and feel rubbery. The deadening of his nerves sparked a trace of panic. Was he just going to go rigid without experiencing the same fear as before? Brave or not, if he became paralyzed, he would be in trouble. His vision blurred a little. His teeth chattered. He dropped the tall key.

  Seth raised the bottle to his lips. Deciding he should consume all he could while still able, he downed all the remaining potion before tossing the bottle aside. The fluid did not feel as hot as before. Watching the sluggish advance of the revenant, Seth enjoyed the warmth that blossomed at his center and flowed outward, driving away the numbness. Pulling the pliers from his back pocket, he grinned.