To World’s Above
Roots of Creation Book 5
Jason Hamilton
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About the Author
Also by Jason Hamilton
1
“How are you still alive?” Skellig sat across from Marek, on two makeshift stone stools, while Jak watched from ten paces away, with Seph standing right beside her. Others of the council were there as well: Yewin and Jak’s mother, Karlona. But Jak kept her arms folded, carefully observing Marek as Skellig interrogated him, not bothering to look at anyone else. It did not help that the man kept glancing in her direction.
Marek. Her best friend in the whole world before leaving Riverbrook. The best comfort she had had after the death of her father. The man who had wanted to be more than a friend, even though she hadn’t known it at the time.
And also, the man who died.
Jak had seen it happen. Demons had bit into him, dragging him over the wall at Foothold. Even if he could have survived the fall, there was no way anyone could have escaped the horde of demons that would have awaited him at the base. So who was this man that sat in front of Jak without a scratch on him?
“I knew none of you would believe it,” said Marek. His tone was completely calm, and it unsettled Jak. Though just hearing that voice was enough to do that. She had grown up hearing that voice, even before it had dropped, before he had grown up. She tightened her grip on the polished staff in her hands. It was a Pillar of Eternity, one of the fabled Relics that would help bring a peaceful coexistence between the Fae and humanity. One of three.
“You can bet on the ancestors that we don’t believe you,” Skellig continued in an incredulous tone. “We have witnesses that saw you dragged off the Foothold wall, and into a pack of hungry demons. Care to explain how you got out of that mess?”
Marek hesitated, staring off into the distance as if he was mildly confused. It was the first time Jak had seen such an expression that night. “I’m...not entirely sure myself,” he said.
“Well, we don’t have all night.” Skellig folded her arms. “So you better get to talking, or we’re just going to assume you’re a shapeshifter and let the trolls have their way with you.”
A low growl echoed from the throat of Rael, the lead troll. Nearly ten feet high and made of what looked like stone, they had been instrumental in saving them all from an army of demons. Jak had named him Rael after her father. Despite his odd, stony appearance, or perhaps because of it, the troll reminded her of him.
Marek cocked his head at Skellig. “A shapeshifter? I don’t understand.”
“We’ve had at least two encounters with a form of advance demon that could change shape at will. One was Captain Kuldain, though you were...dead when he revealed himself.”
“Hm, I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that. But I can assure you that’s not what I am.” He put his hands out, palms upward in an expression of innocence. “I’m really Marek.”
“So you keep saying,” Jak cut in. “And yet you still haven’t told us how you managed to escape unharmed.”
Both Skellig and Marek turned to look at her. Skellig’s lips were pressed together in a line. Yes, Jak could tell Skellig had an idea of what seeing Marek was doing to her. What it would do if Jak let it. But she couldn’t let it. This was not a time to let bias sway her judgement. She had to be logical in dealing with the man, and logic screamed that he should not be there.
And yet, if he really was Marek, could they really drive him away, or...what exactly would they do to him?
“I haven't answered because I'm not sure myself.” Marek said, his voice still calm, not in any way frustrated. “Like you, the last thing I remember is falling over the wall. When I woke, I was some distance away, and there wasn’t a scratch on me.”
“Amnesia is a convenient excuse. You’ll understand if we don’t take it seriously.” Skellig put her hands together and leaned in.
“And of course, you shouldn’t. I wouldn’t believe me if I were in your position.”
He was altogether too calm for the situation, and it didn’t seem like the Marek Jak knew. The real Marek would be doing everything he could to convince them, or excitedly tell them the story of how he survived certain death. But this Marek wasn’t doing that. His face remained impassive, pleasant, like they were talking about how nice the weather was that day. Of everything, it was this behavior that unsettled her the most.
“When I awoke, I was...different,” he said. “I could remember who I was, but I felt reborn. And then a voice spoke to me.”
Jak narrowed her eyes, and Skellig’s lips twitched as if she was holding back a smirk. “You...heard a voice.”
Marek nodded, as though it was a perfectly ordinary thing to say. Jak was barely aware of Seph shuffling his feet behind her. He had said nothing for this entire conversation, but she could tell he was listening closely.
“It told me that my work was not over, that I was destined to help in some grand cause. It revealed things to me. Visions of the future, of the present. And I knew that whatever I was destined for—” he met Jak’s eyes. “—it had to do with you.”
Jak remained rooted to the spot, keeping her expression blank. “Why did you not come to us sooner? Or return to Foothold? Skellig was in charge there for a time. You could have met her there.”
“Well, when I say I woke up some distance away, I am not exaggerating. I woke up on the top of a mountain, not far from here, actually. I’ve been traveling for two weeks now.”
“Two weeks?” Jak cut in. “It’s been almost two years since Foothold. Are you saying you only just regained consciousness?”
“I’m afraid so,” he said. “But that would explain why you managed to get all the way here from Foothold. We’re close to Riverbrook, right? I thought I recognized some of the mountain peaks, though I wasn’t sure, seeing as I was coming from the other side.”
At hearing him talk about thei
r old home, the beginnings of a headache began to pulse at Jak’s temples. If this Marek wasn’t genuine, and there was no way he could be, then the last thing she wanted to think of was her old home. All the times she had played Watchers and Demons with Marek, all the times they had explored the foothills together, those were memories she had thought were buried. Now they all came crowding to the surface.
“It seems you’ve been busy while I was gone.” Marek continued. He waved a finger at Jak’s forehead, where a Telekinetic brand lay. “You’ve found a way to give yourself more brands. I always thought someone would figure it out eventually.”
“That doesn't surprise you?” Skellig said through laced fingers.
“Not really. All of that knowledge was given to me when I awoke. I saw you, Jak, I saw what you would become. And I wasn’t sure what was reality, or what would happen in the future.”
“If you saw what we’ve been through, then perhaps you’ll understand why we cannot trust you,” Jak began.
“I told you I do,” Marek interrupted.
“And therefore, you’ll also understand why we can’t exactly let you go, or roam freely among us. We need some kind of assurance that you’re…”
Suddenly, the ache in Jak’s head intensified to something far more sharp. Her vision blurred and she put one hand to her head. Something flashed before her eyes, an image, or more of an impression. It showed her a large man, covered in scars and melted skin, but with a body glowing with the light of countless brands. Then just as suddenly as she saw the image, it vanished, and the headache lessened. She focused on the space around her.
Karlona had taken a few steps toward her, out of concern. Others were watching her, including Marek.
“Are you alright?” asked Skellig through furrowed eyebrows.
“I...I’m fine. Just a headache.”
“You just saw him, didn’t you?” Marek said cooly.
Jak fixed her eyes on her old friend. “Saw who?”
“Cain,” he said. He said it so simply, but the effect it had was disproportionate to his tone. Karlona reached for a dagger, Skellig was on her feet in an instant, and Jak tightened her grip on the Pillar of Eternity in her hand. Everyone around them tensed.
“How do you know about him?” Jak said. She kept her voice calm, but she could not stop the ice from entering in.
“It’s okay, I understand your concern. Again, it’s not necessarily something I can explain. Two weeks ago I awoke, and I knew that he was a threat to you, and that I had to reach you if we were to stop him.”
“And how do you propose we do that?” said Skellig. She still hadn’t sat back down.
“With the other piece of knowledge I was given,” he said. “I know where you can find another Pillar of Eternity.”
If he had been expecting a reaction similar to the previous one, he was disappointed. But that did not mean that Jak couldn’t feel what other people were thinking. Every one of them stood stock still.
Jak felt like every part of her body was waiting to see what would happen next. Surprising herself, she spoke first, “Just one, or do you know where the other is too?” There were supposed to be three Pillars of Eternity, though they had only recovered the one under Mt. Harafast.
Marek smiled, “You have one already,” he waved a hand at the staff that Jak held in her hand. “Rael would have been proud.”
Jak pressed her lips together. So he did recognize the staff. “And the third?”
Marek’s smile faltered. “No, I’m afraid I don’t know where it is. When I awoke I only knew that I needed to find you, and to find the second Pillar.”
Jak took a deep breath. She needed to talk to the others, away from Marek. But before that happened, she needed to know one thing.
“When we were little, we were playing by the river, and you fell in. What happened then?”
Marek blinked at her, pausing to think. “I was swept along the current for a while, until I managed to catch hold of a log that hung over the river. I couldn’t pull myself out though.”
“And what did I do?” Jak asked.
Marek glanced at the others before bringing his eyes back to her again. “You ran away. I had to hold onto the log for twenty minutes before your father came to pull me out. I was almost out of strength. When he came, you weren’t with him. And I didn’t see you for days after that.”
Jak closed her eyes. It was him, or at least something that had his memories. Had he been guessing, he would have said that she saved him, or something more heroic. That’s what people expected from her now: heroism. They didn’t expect that she would panic and run, that she was afraid to try and save her friend. She’d run to the farmhouse to tell her father. It had taken a full minute for him to even make sense of what she was saying, that’s how hysterical she had been. It seemed almost silly now, but somehow, irrationally, the experience still haunted her.
She gave a little nod at Skellig, whose eyes darkened. Then with a jab of her head, Jak signaled to everyone that she needed to talk to them, away from Marek.
2
Skellig signalled to the other nearby Watchers to keep their guard on Marek, while every member of the council who was there retreated with Jak to a space several yards away.
“It’s him,” she said when they were out of earshot. “Only he or my father could have known that story.”
“You’re sure neither of them would have told anyone?” said Skellig.
“No, at least not the part of me running away, both Marek and my father knew it was a point of shame for me.”
Karlona nodded, seeming satisfied. If anyone in the group understood how Rael would react to a situation like that, it was her.
“Well, all that clarifies is that the boy has your friend’s memories at least. I think we should be careful not to make assumptions.” Skellig folded her arms.
“I agree,” said Jak. “We can’t trust him completely, not with that story.”
“Actually, it’s his story that makes me wonder,” said Yewin. “Wouldn’t a clever person come up with something a little more convincing?”
“What could be more convincing?” Karlona turned to her companion. “He literally died.”
“And yet, no one found the body, correct? We just assumed that he had been consumed by the demons. A horrible demise, but one that tends not to leave evidence.”
“I find it convenient,” said Skellig.
“Perhaps, but there is some truth in his words.” Yewin stroked at his golden hair. “Though I do get the sense that there’s more there, perhaps more that he is not telling us, or that he does not know.”
“But do you sense anything malicious about him?”
Yewin frowned, “No, I don’t think so. Unusual, yes, but not malicious. I think he genuinely wants to help.”
Seph shifted his weight next to Jak. He still hadn’t said a word, and right now his hand was raised to his chin, and his eyes scanned the ground. Probably deep in thought.
“Well,” Jak surveyed the rest of them. “That brings up the next important point. He claims to know where to find another Pillar of Eternity.”
They all went quiet for a few seconds, thinking that one through. When no one said anything, Jak continued, “We need those other Pillars.”
“We don’t even know what this new Pillar could do,” said Skellig.
“We know this one is powerful,” Jak held out the Pillar for them to inspect. “If the others are anywhere near as powerful, then they’re worth investigating.”
“And they’re essential if we want to create Illadar,” said Seph, breaking his silence. Jak tried to look at him, but he didn’t meet her eyes. He was still lost in thought.
“Yet the one thing we need right now is unity,” Skellig protested. “We’ve already spared Naem and several of the others, and only so they can recruit more allies. We can’t afford to let more people go off on a heroic quest.”
Jak frowned, but found herself nodding. Skellig was remembering everythin
g that happened in Mt. Harafast, everything that led up to the discovery of the first Pillar of Eternity. That had not been a pleasant experience for anyone, and had almost led to the death of all who were present. And if there was one thing Jak had learned from that experience, it was exactly what Skellig was saying. They needed to stick together.
“And yet, I don’t know if we’ll have a chance against Cain without it,” she said. “And if Seph is correct, we’ll need to find them eventually to create a lasting peace.”
Skellig’s frown still showed, and she opened her mouth to say something when Karlona jumped in. “Perhaps we should compromise. Keep the boy with us, to make sure we can trust him. We don’t even know where he wants us to go yet. Depending on the place, perhaps all of us could travel there, at least part-way.”
“I like that idea,” Jak said. She didn’t want to make a decision like that right now anyway. She needed more time to think. “I say we keep him with us until we know more. We need to stay for a few more days anyway, just in case stragglers from Queen Telma’s army decide to join us.”
Skellig blew out a breath through closed lips. “I don’t like it.”
“I don’t think any of us do,” said Karlona, with a glance at Jak. “But it’s something that we have to deal with nonetheless.”
Well, that was true enough. That was true of almost everything Jak had gone through since leaving Riverbrook nearly two years prior.
“Very well,” said Skellig. “I’ll make sure he’s under armed guard at all times. Can I assume the Shadow Fae will be willing to help with that?”
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