The Beginning After The End 08

by Turtle Me

  The spear seemed to slow until it looked as if it were hanging suspended in the air. Riah’s dead face was twisted into a hateful snarl, as still as a painting. Haedrig lay on his back at Mythelias’s feet, one arm up to ward off the blow that had been diverted toward me.

  Without meaning to look for them, I saw the network of aetheric vibrations between Mythelias and me; all I had to do was focus on them and activate my rune, and I was able to pass through the pathways with God Step, appearing between Haedrig and Mythelias, the power of Destruction still held in my hand and a network of aetheric lightning playing across my skin.

  The world lurched into motion again, and I watched as the spear flew into the distance. Mythelias’s eyes widened in surprise, still focused on where I had been just a moment ago, before twisting around with the speed of a razor grimalkin, his hand thrusting toward me like the tip of a poisoned dagger.

  But it wasn’t fast enough.

  “Burn,” I commanded, and the hungry flames leapt from my fist in a fan of pure violet destruction fueled by my aether.

  Destruction engulfed Riah’s body, flinging Mythelias screaming onto his back. He rolled and beat at the flames, and his power caused a hard, black shell to start forming all around the body.

  Even as he burned, he screamed out, “I am the Mythelias Dresdium—son of the Sovereigns—and I—refuse—to—”

  “Die,” I said coldly.

  The purple fire consumed the scabrous black lumps and the pale dead flesh alike, destroying the body faster than Mythelias’s ability could regenerate it.

  As I watched the body of the kind girl—the girl who brought sweets on an ascent instead of rations—disintegrate, I felt only the flush of power, the knowledge that, with Destruction at my command, I could defeat anything. Even Agrona wouldn’t be able to fight back against this kind of raw destructive force.

  Destruction fed until not even ash remained, but when Riah’s body was gone, Destruction remained. I felt the power pull at me, eager for more.

  I clenched my fists and ground my teeth as I tried to snuff out the remaining flames, which had spread to the stone floor and were quickly eating through it, along with most of my aether reserves.

  A gout of the violet fire erupted from my right hand, boiling away the water within the fountain and setting two of the broken benches aflame. All around me, purple embers floated through the air, and anything they touched caught fire.

  It was beautiful.

  Then a spark landed on Haedrig’s leg.

  He would burn, I knew, like everything else. Kalon, Ezra, Riah, Ada… Haedrig. They were all collateral damage, but their lives had been the price I had to pay to make it this far.

  No! That was wrong, I knew. That’s Destruction talking, not me!

  I saw again the future I’d witnessed in the dodecahedron: the hall of mirrors destroyed, nothing but ash remaining of my companions. That was what would happen if I couldn’t control Destruction. In the end, it would consume everything. Even me.

  Feeling control slipping away from me, knowing that Haedrig would be incinerated in moments if I didn’t do something, I shouted for Regis.

  We have to exhaust our aether reserves. All of it! Gauntlet Form! Now!

  Regis didn’t hesitate. When he was in my right hand, I held it out, pointing through one of the many broken mirrors and away from Haedrig, who was shouting my name, pleading for help.

  With Regis in my hand to draw my aether, I turned Destruction in that direction and pushed. Purple fire boiled out of me like an inferno, spilling out into the darkness where there was nothing for it to consume.

  More and more of the destructive energy streamed from me. I burned it all, every last breath of aether in my body. And when I was as dry and empty as a sun-bleached skull, the last of the fire flickered and died, no longer able to draw from Regis’s rune.

  My head whipped around, but I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Haedrig back on his feet, his armor scorched but otherwise looking unburned.

  Then my knees buckled, and the world went dark.

  306

  Following His Footsteps

  ELEANOR LEYWIN

  The journey to Eidelholm passed quickly, though it took nearly two full days.

  We traveled in silence, mostly. Tessia and Albold were forced to slow their pace, guiding the rest of us carefully through the outskirts of Elshire. Hornfels and Skarn had it the hardest; they weren’t woodsmen, and had spent very little time above ground. They hated the mists as much as I hated stepping in puddles of mud… which happened often.

  Boo and Grawder, on the other hand, seemed completely at home. We let them move at their own pace, sometimes rushing ahead, charging through the forest like a couple of wild animals, and other times lingering behind to dig in the soft soil or sniff after some mana beast trail. I didn’t worry about them, though. I knew that Boo would always be able to find his way back to me.

  Though we stayed cautious, Tessia and Albold weren’t worried the Alacryans would find us in the forest. They expected that we would already be at Eidelholm before the prisoner caravan was reported as missing, and the Alacryans couldn’t navigate Elshire well enough to have effective patrols.

  When we did actually talk, it was largely to discuss optimal paths we should take to scout out the area without being discovered. While neither Albold nor Tessia had a map, both knew the area well enough for us to have a good sense of what to expect by the time we reached the elven village.

  Signs of the Alacryans were all over the place before we got our first look at Eidelholm.

  The first was the corpse of an elven man lying face down at the base of a dying tree. A hole the size of an apple had been burned completely through him and the tree both.

  I kept my gaze fixed on the sight, despite wanting to spin away and puke. This was something I had to get used to.

  Albold leaned over the corpse, his usual cheery expression nowhere to be found. “He was most likely trying to flee.”

  Agreeing in silence, we didn’t linger to investigate more closely.

  We slowed our pace as we got closer to the village, moving carefully in case we ran into Alacryans in the woods. As we approached, the sound of axes thudding into trees grew louder and louder.

  Tessia held up a closed fist, and we all went still and tense. She leaned toward me and pointed ahead. The mists had cleared, but the trees were still dense enough to limit my line of sight. Using mana, I enhanced my vision to try and see what Tessia was pointing at. There was no movement, no enemy that I could see. Just trees, with sunlight shining on brown earth beyond.

  Then it snapped into place. Where the sun shone, the forest simply ended. We crept forward again until we were just at the edge of the treeline. The Alacryans had cut down all of the trees around Eidelholm, an uncountable number of trees. A large field of deforested land lay between us and a sad, gray little town.

  I’m sure the elven village must have been really pretty, once upon a time. Now the twisted timbers and boughs that made up the structure of the buildings seemed withered and dead, and the green roofs had turned brown like fallen leaves.

  I could see where a lot of the houses around the edge of the town had burned down. A few square buildings, minimal in design, had been built in their place, and a handful Alacryan men and women could be seen going about their day, doing normal, ordinary things like hauling buckets of water or armloads of wood.

  Tessia stood to my left. The set of her jaw and the angle of her body made her look like a predator. She was so tense I could practically see her quivering, like a silver jaguar waiting for its prey.

  I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

  “Let’s find someplace with some shelter so we can wait for the cover of night,” Curtis said, stepping up beside Tessia.

  “No,” Tessia said simply. “We need to get a good look at the village in the light. Albold, you and Curtis make a circuit to the west. Ellie and I will go e
ast. Kathyln, Skarn, and Hornfels, you three take the mana beasts and find someplace to shelter, somewhere we can use as a base of operations.”

  Curtis must have noticed the looks of confusion all around. “I’ll be able to find Grawder when the four of us meet back up after our circuit,” he explained. “We always know where the other is.”

  Skarn spit into the dirt. “I can’t wait to be done with this hiking nonsense. C’mon you great brutes, you’re with us.” This last was directed at Grawder and Boo, who looked hesitantly toward Curtis and me.

  “I’ll be back soon, Grawder,” Curtis said, smiling warmly at his world lion bond.

  I ran a hand through Boo’s fur, then scratched him under his chin. He looked at me in a way that said he’d rather be by my side. Smiling, I booped his nose. “You stay with Grawder, silly. We’ll be right back.”

  Curtis gave his sister a hug, and over his shoulder she shot me an embarrassed look, forcing me to turn away to hide my grin.

  To the dwarves, Tessia said, “Thank you for being here, friends. The elven people owe you a great debt.”

  Skarn simply grunted, but Hornfels gave Tessia the slightest bow. “We’re all in this fight together now. It’s Skarn’s and my hope that, some day, we’ll be able to free our own kin from the poisonous ideas of the late king and queen Greysunders. Until such a time, though, we’ll deliver our boots to Alacryan asses wherever we can find them.”

  Tessia returned the bow, then turned her turquoise eyes on me. “Ready, partner?”

  Partner…

  It was strange, being referred to like that by her. We’d come so far together since that first tense exchange in the underground town after Arthur disappeared. Past me likely would’ve killed present me for thinking this, but I thought of Tessia almost as an older sister now, as well as a guide and mentor. She had pushed for me to be involved, for me to have the chance to help our people.

  With a deep breath, I reached for the feeling deep in my core and manifested the first phase of my beast will. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  With a backwards glance at Boo, who stood up on his hind legs and waved one big paw, looking as sad as I’d ever seen him, I set off after Tessia.

  She led us east, always keeping under the cover of the trees. We moved slowly. Tessia scouted the village while I kept a lookout for any threats in the forest, especially Alacryan soldiers.

  We hadn’t been moving for more than ten minutes when I stopped Tessia after catching a whiff of something familiar. We both fell flat on our stomachs, using the undergrowth to hide as best we could while I searched for the source of the scent.

  “There,” I mouthed, pointing west.

  A young elven woman came around a large tree less than twenty feet away. She was carrying a wicker basket in the crook of one arm. Her blonde hair had been cut short, exposing red marks and bruising across the side and back of her neck. She walked with a slight limp.

  I was surprised to see that she wasn’t chained or manacled in any way. There are probably other, less obvious ways to bind someone, I thought, my mind going to Tessia’s parents, the late king and queen of the elves. The Alacryans are good at things like that.

  Distant shouting and the splintering crash of a falling tree made the girl stop. She stared sadly in the direction of the noise for a moment, then moved on.

  Even though I knew we both wanted to help her, it wasn’t the time. Tessia and I waited until the limping elf had moved off, leaving the forest and stepping into the light, where she jogged awkwardly back toward the village.

  After that we crept along even more cautiously, our eyes mostly on the village, but my enhanced hearing and smell trained on the forest, cautious of anything approaching. We’d gone a little more than halfway around the village before I had to withdraw my beast will to rest.

  Shortly afterward, Tessia stiffened, then stabbed her thumb down to signal us to drop. We both dove behind a large berry bush.

  I couldn’t see anything, so I watched Tessia’s face carefully in case I needed to conjure an arrow in an instant, but after several long seconds she relaxed and stood up. Hesitantly, I followed her lead, my bow at the ready.

  Nearby, Albold stepped out from between two trees where he was waiting for us alongside Curtis, and I let out a relieved breath.

  “Things seem quiet on this side,” Tessia said softly, waving them over. “No sign of where they’re keeping the prisoners yet. You?”

  Albold nodded, face tense. “Makeshift cages—little more than kennels—have been constructed at the edge of town. There are a couple hundred prisoners at least. I counted thirteen guards.”

  “But only three mages,” Curtis added. “The rest were just normal soldiers—unadorned, they call them.”

  Tessia tugged thoughtfully at a loose lock of her hair. “Okay, you two complete your circuit, put a second set of eyes on this side of the village. Ellie and I will take a look at the prisoners ourselves.”

  “There is a large logging party working on that side of town, too. We had to go well out into the forest to avoid them,” Albold noted.

  Tessia nodded in understanding, we said our farewells, then we split up again.

  As we rounded the far side of the village, the consistent thudding of axes into wood grew louder, and, as Albold had said, we found a group of men and women working to fell, cut, and carry away lumber. The first thing I noticed was that all the workers were Alacryans. In fact, there were no elves assisting with the logging at all.

  We were crouched behind a naturally fallen tree a couple hundred feet from the nearest Alacryan, watching them work.

  “Even under threat of death, my people wouldn’t cut down the trees,” Tessia whispered, answering my unasked question.

  Without another word, she took off deeper into the forest, giving the workers a wide berth. It didn’t take us long after that to find the roughly built cages housing elves like animals ready to be butchered.

  It was hard to believe anyone could survive long in such awful conditions. The elves were nearly all standing, their bodies pressed against one another. They had just enough room for a few to lay down at once in the cramped cages. The elves looked pale and thin, their dirty skin stretched too tightly across their faces, giving them a ghastly, skeletal look.

  The cages were made of wood, but were little more than roughly milled frames connected by narrow planks. I wondered for a moment why the elves didn’t try to break out, but then I realized that they were probably so tired and weak that they didn’t even have the strength to break the wooden slats, much less escape from the guards.

  My eyes caught on an elven man who was pressed up against the side of one of the cages. He was slumped down unnaturally, his eyes open but glazed. I couldn’t bear to continue looking at the sight of his body left to rot next to his own family.

  Animals, I thought angrily. My fingers trembled, itching to send mana arrows flying at the guards right then and there.

  The voice in the back of my mind that sounded like Arthur’s told me I was thinking like a child. It reminded me that we were just here as scouts. Looking at these prisoners, though, I doubted that they would last much longer.

  Two of the guards were playing some kind of board game, sitting at a makeshift table made of a stump. I closed my eyes and activated my beast will so I could hear what they were saying.

  “—tired of the stink. Babysitting a bunch of unwashed, half-dead elves wasn’t what I had in mind when they told us we’d be taking this place over, you know?”

  “Tell me about it. And with that Bilal creeping around, glaring down at us all the time. He’s even worse than Jagrette, and she was awful. Are you going to take your move or what?”

  “I’m thinking, I’m thinking. But yeah, you’re right. I’m not sure why we need a damned retainer for this post, anyway. My kid sister could guard these elves all by herself. It’s those Milviews, I’m sure. Cowards. How they ever earned highblood status, I’ll—”


  But I lost track of the conversation for a moment as my mind buzzed. Jagrette, where have I heard of that name before?

  I turned to Tessia to ask her, but she held up a hand.

  Not a second passed before a chill ran down my spine, my own bestial senses picking up the deathly aura that smelled even worse than the rotting corpses nearby.

  A man stepped from between two of the buildings, approaching the guards. He looked like a walking skeleton. His face was pale and puffy, his eyes so sunken and dark that they looked like empty holes. Flat, greenish hair like dead seagrass clung to his forehead and cheeks. He was tall and awkwardly thin with sharp, spiderish limbs that his sheer black mage’s robes highlighted.

  The back of his robes were cut away, revealing a series of dark tattoos standing out against the white flesh. His spine and ribs were sharply defined, their gray shadows intersecting the sharply inked lines in a way I found gross… almost inhuman.

  Silently, the man walked around the end of the cages, then stopped suddenly, just outside of the enclosure with the dead elf pressed against the bars. He turned to look at one of the guards, a thick-chested man with a black beard. The rest of the guards stood well back.

  “What happened here?” the pale man asked the ranking guard. “An early execution?”

  “N-no, sir. They’re not in good health. A few have died of—of weakness.”

  “Is it not your job to guard them, soldier? The executions will be rather uninteresting if most of them have already succumbed to their… weakness.” The man seemed mildly amused as he said this, but the bearded guard threw himself to one knee and bowed.

  “Of course, Bilal. We will make sure the rest survive to be killed at the proper time.”

  The pale man stared down at the back of the guard’s head. “Just keep them breathing for another day or two.” He turned away from the guard, gazing out into the trees.