Faer Light

By A.S. Wilshire

In Faer Light we rejoin the family in South Kinyard just after Salisa and Shanlin have been rescued. Before they can heal within the peaceful boundaries of the small farming community, they find themselves making the long and dangerous journey to Syte Valley with all of the Faer that called southern Lamerion home. They face the threat of the winter weather yet also the threat of Thyride and of Mountain Goblins.
Within the protective walls of the White Palace a new danger threatens the rescued maidens – other Faer. Only with the love of their friends and family will they survive long enough to recover from their imprisonment. As they heal, they teach those around them the true meaning of courage and loyalty and soon the Faer of Lamerion have learned to see those around them as more than mere strangers from different races and different lands.
Having finally achieved the most difficult of the Goddesses’ missions, the family prepares to face their next challenge. The Faer of Lamerion must stand together and fight the evil that has darkened the land. Together they stand and battle Jolten’s army of Thyride before taking that final step to win back their homes: Defeating Jolten himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.S. Wilshire
• Release date: Oct 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311553126

A.S. Wilshire

A.S Wilshire lives in western Colorado with her daughter and spends much of her free time with her family. Her love of the written word began in her preteen years and now, whenever possible, she immerses herself in the world that she has created, filled with the characters that she loves.

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Chapter 1

Three distinct races of Faer had colonized nearly every corner of Lamerion in the millennia that they had lived in peace with the other forms of life that thrived on the land. The most common race of Faer was the Atilles Faer who were characterized by two broad triangular wings and who lived in all corners of Lamerion. The wingless Satran Faer were both smaller and less numerous than the Atilles Faer and had settled primarily in the south in small farming villages with Faer of their own kind. The tallest and the rarest race of Faer, a race known as Feenin and identified by four long elliptical wings, had once been found throughout much of Lamerion yet now they dwell in small numbers in only a few villages with the Atilles and Satran Faer.

The spreading of Goblins and Trolls and Thyride had forced many Faer and animals to leave their homes and seek safety elsewhere. Forests and lakes became devoid of all animals. Some villages saw the slaughter of all inhabitants while other settlements were simply abandoned. Lives were ended too soon as evil and darkness spread across the land. The six Goddesses that nurtured Lamerion grieved even as They tried to aid the beings that They cherished. The Goddesses brought together representatives from all three races of Faer and guided them as they fought to bring the Faer of Lamerion together to fight their enemies and to win back the land.

Victory and tragedy and love and sorrow followed the chosen group as they traveled across Lamerion at the behest of the Goddesses. They touched all whom they met for their love and dedication toward one another regardless of race had not been seen nor experienced for many generations. From them other Faer learned to see strength and substance in those around them and began to follow the example set before them by the family that loved beyond the bounds of race…

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An elderly Satran Fae with sandy-blond hair stepped out of the cabin that he and his sons shared with the Satran and Atilles and Feenin Faer that had claimed one another as family. His eldest son belonged to the exceptional group resting within the cabin behind Hescal and had given the elderly Fae a new daughter and a granddaughter in recent months.

Hescal smiled softly as he recalled meeting his son’s wife for the first time only a few difficult weeks ago. Ryann’s beauty was undeniable and the golden-haired Atilles maiden that loved Hescal’s son Ninlow was as kind and as loving and as generous as her face was lovely. Hescal’s younger son, Lutor, loved Ryann and Aelikka, a seven-month old Feenin babe, and it warmed the old Fae’s heart to see Lutor smile after all of the horrors and all of the sorrows that they had all endured in recent months.

Good evening, Father Hescal, the Prince of Lamerion greeted softly as he stepped out of the cabin and joined the shorter male in the fading light of the setting sun. Balan was of the Feenin race and his four slender wings rose and then lowered as he stretched. His brown hair was gently ruffled by the light breeze that caressed the village of South Kinyard. Brown eyes revealed fatigue and concern and contentment as they met Hescal’s blue gaze. I hope that you are well?

As well as I can be with my little Salisa hurt so badly and Lady Shanlin too, Hescal replied and frowned sadly as his thoughts turned to the two rescued maidens of the family. Salisa had been a part of Hescal’s life for nearly a century and he had long loved her as a daughter. Lady Shanlin was a Feenin maiden and cousin to the Prince and had survived more torment than any Fae should have been expected to endure in her nearly two hundred years in Lamerion. I suppose that it shouldn’t surprise me too much, how hurt they are. They were held by those Thyride beasts for nearly a month. I’ve just never seen such injuries before and my heart aches fiercely.

Few Faer have ever seen injuries so severe, Tahlir, an Atilles male who had grown up as the Prince’s adopted brother, said compassionately as he joined them. His silver-grey eyes examined Balan thoroughly with the expertise of more than a century of being a healer. Less have seen such injuries so soon after they have been inflicted. How are they, Balan?

Did you not sneak into the bedchamber every hour throughout the night and day to answer that question for yourself? Balan teased his lifelong friend and brother.

I did. Tahlir grinned widely at Balan’s teasing.

Greetings, my brothers, Ryann greeted as she and Ninlow approached the cabin, hand in hand, on South Kinyard’s only road. Good evening, Father.

Have either of you seen Linna? Tahlir asked the maiden and the extraordinarily tall Satran male with her. Ninlow’s light brown hair had clearly endured the passionate handling of his wife’s hands and the leader of the exceptional family grinned knowingly at the shy younger male. She left to find milk for Aelikka nearly an hour ago and has yet to return.

She became distracted by the warriors crafting the arrows, Ryann answered with a brilliant smile. We saw her less than five minutes ago, standing with Ellric and offering her expertise.

I trust that you did not over-stress your healing shoulder, Ryann? Tahlir raised one eyebrow meaningfully then stepped closer to the golden-haired maiden and moved aside the dark green tunic to reveal the bandage a few inches above and to the left of the maiden’s heart. The bandage does not have any fresh blood on it.

My beloved was concerned enough about the wound for the both of us, Ryann teased Ninlow lovingly and Tahlir nodded in approval while repositioning the Atilles maiden’s top.

How are they? Ninlow asked the three males standing in front of the cabin that they all shared.

They are still resting. Balan smiled fondly at the male that had been Salisa’s closest friend for nearly a century.

Would it be all right if we saw them for a minute?

Of course, Ninlow, Tahlir replied immediately and turned to lead both Ryann and Ninlow back into the cabin. You do not need permission to visit Salisa or Shanlin.

Balan and Hescal continued to stand in the growing darkness and silently watched the village gradually fall quiet. The Faer of Hidten Glen and of Canlin Hills had all fled to the small village within the last month, swelling the number of inhabitants from less than one hundred to nearly four hundred. A third village, Tanglest, had sent only three of its five remaining inhabitants to South Kinyard for refuge.

Six torches were lit along the road as night fell and Balan and Hescal searched the growing shadows for the Satran maiden that was missing from their family and from their home.

Linna, Hescal said when the black-haired warrior finally approached with a slight limp, a pitcher in her strong hands, we were worried.

Could you not find the goat barn? Balan teased the Satran maiden and met Linna’s brown eyes with his own. Did you mistakenly try to milk a pig?

At least I did not spend all day in bed, Balan, Linna returned warmly and paused a moment between the two males to give the Prince a firm hug with the arm that did not hold the milk for the precious Feenin babe that the Goddesses had used to bring their family together. You look well, Brother.

I feel ‘well,’ Balan acknowledged softly and returned the loving embrace. Has Tahlir examined your broken foot recently, Sister?

Of course he has, Balan, Linna replied with a grin. He is pleased with how well the wood has braced the healing bones and I am now allowed to walk as much as I like.

I believe that all are accounted for now, Sir, Hescal said a few minutes later after Linna had stepped inside of the cabin, leaving the two older Faer still outside. Giden and Salisa and Shanlin did not leave the cabin today, and Lutor and Aelikka have been playing beneath the table for some time under Rayus’s watchful eyes.

Thank you for ensuring that our family was safe, Father Hescal, Balan replied warmly before stiffening in sudden alarm and turning around quickly to search the dark sky. Tahlir!

What is it? Tahlir asked as he stepped out of the cabin with his birth brother, Rayus, as well as Ninlow and Linna. What do you see?

The Dragons have returned and there is now another with them, Balan explained and stalked toward the middle of the village with his eyes locked on the Dragon that had not gone to Shelitah Canyon to aid those who had rescued Salisa and Shanlin. I can see the glow of Faer on the one… It is our parents! Tahlir, Mother and Father have come!

The King and Queen? Hescal asked in growing anxiety. They’ve come here?

Faer began to once again fill the village square as Balan’s cry of excitement drew curious onlookers to the road. Hescal found himself surrounded by the Prince’s family yet the Prince himself had flown to meet his parents. They watched as the King and Queen did not wait for the Dragon to land before they flew to meet their son. All five Dragons then landed on the fields that surrounded the village nearly unnoticed while the three royals flew into the village itself and landed in the center of the gathered Faer. Rayus led the Satran and Atilles Faer in a deep and respectful bow that swept through the crowd then stepped forward to greet his King with Tahlir.

Your Highness, Rayus intoned formally only to unexpectedly find himself enveloped in a tight hug.

Tahlir! My son! Queen Bainnah exclaimed and swept the Atilles Fae into her arms. Tahlir’s hands stroked the reddish-gold hair of his adoptive mother as he returned the embrace with equal fervor. How I have missed you!

Do not merely stand there! King Gwilen shouted with his brown eyes locked on Ninlow and Ryann and Linna while he released his dark-haired Captain. Come here so that we can greet you!

Where is Shanlin? Bainnah asked and her green eyes searched the crowd eagerly while the Prince’s adoptive family hesitantly approached the King. Where is my beloved niece?

Your Majesties, Jorlet, an elderly Satran male with greying blond hair and the Chieftain of South Kinyard, greeted uncertainly as he approached. Collis, an Atilles Fae with blond hair and blue eyes, and Neelora, a black-haired Atilles maiden, walked with him. All three had once been the leaders of their villages yet now shared the duties of Chieftain as the Faer of their villages learned to live together. Welcome to South Kinyard. We—

In a moment, Jorlet, the King interrupted and stalked forward to wrap both Ryann and Ninlow in his arms. It is good to see you, my friends! Where is your beautiful daughter?

This is surreal, Linna muttered to herself as the black-haired Satran guard found herself in the Queen’s arms. I must be dreaming.

If this is a dream then it is a magnificent one! Bainnah laughed lightly and released Linna before turning and opening her arms to Ninlow and Ryann. Congratulations on your marriage. We were very happy to hear the news.

Aunt? Shanlin rasped hesitantly while she stepped out of the crowd, holding a bedsheet around her body in a white knuckled grip.

Shanlin? Bainnah spun around with an excited smile yet the expression quickly turned to one of shock and horror as her eyes ran over the face and neck of her niece and then the body when the auburn-haired Feenin maiden let the sheet fall to the ground. Scars of old burns and slashing wounds were now nearly hidden by new lacerations and bruises and bandages. Aiya! Blessed Ladies, nay!

I have missed you, Shanlin said quietly and then pressed her hand to the scars on her neck, suddenly self-conscious about her voice which had been damaged by fire and blade many decades ago.

Not nearly as much as I have missed you, Bainnah whispered and stepped closer to Shanlin then bent and lifted the bedsheet before she wrapped it around Shanlin’s shoulders. We will speak in private, love. May I hug you?

Please, Shanlin replied quietly and began to cry as she was enveloped in gentle and loving arms.

The Queen held Shanlin for many long minutes while her own tears fell unashamedly from her eyes. Then a tug on her gown drew her attention and Bainnah pulled away and looked down. A cry of pure grief left her mouth and drew the attention of those who had been politely looking away from the reunion of the two Feenin maidens. Bainnah fell to her knees and reached out to touch the small Satran maiden who looked up at her with such pleading and agony in the green-gold depths of her eyes that the gentle Queen found it difficult to breathe around the pain in her own chest.

Salisa, Bainnah whispered and her hand halted before she touched Salisa out of fear of harming the Satran maiden who appeared to be covered in wounds from the burns on her scalp to the vivid lacerations on the soles of her feet. Then Salisa crawled closer and lowered a head shorn of its copper-colored curls and then buried her swollen and nearly unrecognizable face in the Queen’s lap while her dirty hands clutched at the fine lilac-colored fabric. Aiya!

Mother, Father, Balan said tightly as he walked toward his mother and beloved, may I present to you— Salisa of South Kinyard.

We have met the young one, Son, King Gwilen reminded the Prince with a frown of sorrow. Gwilen watched his wife carefully move her arms to hold Salisa for a moment before he turned abruptly and found Jorlet’s eyes with his own. We will speak in the morning. We are retiring now.

Come, Tahlir said quietly and began to lead his family toward their cabin.

Ninlow offered his support to Shanlin and Gwilen aided his wife to her feet yet the Queen would not release Salisa’s body into his arms. Linna and Ryann and Rayus followed the King and Queen while the population of South Kinyard reluctantly returned to their own lodgings. Balan found Hescal standing in the same place that he had left the Satran Elder when he had flown to greet his parents and put his hand on Hescal’s shoulder to direct the older Fae into the cabin.

Mother, Father, Balan introduced upon entering the cabin, this is Hescal, Ninlow’s father. Ninlow’s brother, Lutor, is currently playing with Aelikka.

It is an honor, My Lord and My Lady, Hescal said uncomfortably with a stiff bow. Lutor, bow to the King and Queen.

Gwilen acknowledged Ninlow’s father and brother kindly while Bainnah offered a quiet greeting. Tahlir crossed the chamber to Giden’s side and aided his love upright before guiding the malformed Fae closer to the King. The prosthetic leg that Giden normally used had been irreparably damaged and therefore he was forced to hop closer to the King on his right leg with Tahlir’s arm aiding him in balancing.

It is a pleasure to see you again, Giden, Gwilen said warmly and gently clasped the malformed Fae on his strong right shoulder. Tahlir supported his mate and smiled happily when Giden returned the greeting without hesitation and then the King wrapped his arms around the black-haired Satran male and hugged Giden as tightly as he had hugged Ninlow and the others while being careful not to touch the twisted and weak left arm and hand of the shorter male. We have heard that you have made our son extremely happy, Giden. I have waited many years to welcome you to the family, Son.

Shanlin has returned to us and we now have a new son, Bainnah exclaimed softly and sat down on one of the cots within the main chamber of the cabin and settled Salisa on her lap. As if our hearts were not already full enough.

We are not actually wed, Mother, Tahlir said and guided Giden back toward the cot that the malformed Fae had claimed for their use.

As Balan attempted to tell you before you also have a new daughter, Linna informed the Feenin elders respectfully and gestured toward the silent maiden that Bainnah held.

Salisa did not react to the words as she rested her cheek against a soft bosom and clutched a lock of red-gold hair in her hand. Salisa’s eyes were closed and she had an expression of contentment on her ravaged face.

She has not spoken the vows to bind her soul with mine, Balan countered quietly and found Linna at his side. Linna wrapped her arm around his waist in comfort and led him to sit on the cot across from the one that held his mother and Salisa. It is possible that she never will.

Balan, Linna scolded with an admonishing frown.

Why does she not speak? Gwilen asked before any of the younger Faer could reply to either Balan’s or Linna’s comments. I know that she is not asleep.

Her tongue was cut by the Thyride, Uncle, Shanlin rasped hesitantly. Salisa showed such courage and strength while we were held captive. She did not allow her pain or her terror to silence her spirit. They were forced to cut her tongue to silence her.

Tell me all, Bainnah ordered sternly with her eyes focused intently on Tahlir. I want to know every single injury that these two precious maidens were forced to endure at the hands of those fiends.

Salisa carried Balan’s son, Mother, Tahlir whispered and met Balan’s eyes. Neither she nor Shanlin were turned into Thyride because of the babe that Salisa carried for the duration of their imprisonment. The babe was lost not an hour after we had taken them from the Thyride lair.

I am grateful that he survived for as long as he did, the Prince whispered sadly.

This is why she wears only this odd garment? Gwilen asked and finally walked forward to sit with his wife.

She is without clothing because of the burns, Father. I had to remove all of the charred skin, leaving the areas raw and very painful. What she is wearing is merely a bandage that holds more padding in place to absorb the blood of losing their babe. Tahlir sighed and closed his eyes. I was forced to put a few stitches inside of her as well. The beast that violated her body and killed their son was not gentle.

Tahlir! Ninlow growled and his blue-grey eyes flashed in unexpected fury. Ryann gripped her husband’s arm in her right hand and tried to calm the suddenly infuriated Satran male. How could you—?

Ninlow! Shanlin stood shakily and glared at the younger Fae with her deep blue eyes. Ninlow’s complexion immediately turned ashen at the raspy sound of his name. Sit down and be silent!

I’m sorry, Ninlow whispered and staggered backward until he encountered the table. Rayus and Ryann aided the distraught male onto a stool. I just…

The Thyride spread my left wings across two tables and broke them both to prevent me from attempting any escape. Shanlin resumed her seat and began to list the injuries that she and Salisa had suffered in a voice that was eerily devoid of emotion. Salisa’s eyes opened and she turned her head toward the older maiden. My other wing was broken only after my family and the other warriors of South Kinyard arrived to rescue us. They also dislocated a few of my joints yet they were cared for by the Goddesses. We were both whipped and beaten and violated and cut with daggers on many occasions. Salisa was silenced when she refused to cease cursing them and the soles of her feet were cut when she refused to crawl like an animal. She… She was burned towards the end of our imprisonment after she attacked the Thyride in a valiant attempt to protect me.

What else? Bainnah prodded through the tears filling her green eyes.

Those events account for the majority of our hurts, Aunt, Shanlin rasped and licked her dry lips as she looked away.

Salisa whimpered and rolled herself off of the Queen’s lap before crawling weakly toward the hearth. All eyes watched the small maiden yet only Shanlin knew what Salisa’s purpose was. The small maiden dipped her hands into the bucket of water on one side of the hearth and then turned and began to make her way carefully across the chamber on her knees. Shanlin stood and took two shaky steps before she fell to her knees in front of the younger maiden.

Salisa, I am well taken care of, little sister, Shanlin rasped quietly to the anxious maiden and gently cupped her hands beneath Salisa’s, feeling the water trickle through the smaller fingers and onto her own hands. "You do not need to take care of me any longer. Allow our loving family to see us both well. Salisa mewled and her eyes filled with tears. You saved my life, little sister. I will always be grateful for that. I will never forget and I will tell anyone who will listen how brave and generous and strong and gentle you were."

Do we want to know? Tahlir whispered sadly as he joined the two rescued maidens, slowly kneeling beside them on the dirt floor of the cabin.

I was chained to the wall and could do nothing more than hang by my arms at first, Shanlin revealed without looking away from Salisa’s grief-filled eyes. "Salisa was also restrained by her ankle to the wall yet had enough excess chain to move a short distance. Salisa walked from the wall to the pail of water a few feet away to carry water in her hands back to me. Over and over she would make that short journey until I had had enough to drink to prevent my body from dehydrating.

Later, when she could not walk and I was allowed to sit, during the rare times that we were together, she would accomplish the same feat on her knees. Then when she had seen to me and if she wished for a drink as well… Salisa, my precious little savior, would lick the droplets from the ground that had escaped her hands rather than drink from the pail. She deemed the water in the pail for my use only once she understood that it would be the only nourishment that our captors would allow me.

Aiya! Ryann wailed from Ninlow’s arms and the sound of weeping began to fill the cabin. Even Linna, the most stoic of the family, turned into Balan’s arms and sobbed loudly.

Yet the Goddesses were with us, Shanlin continued softly and cupped her damp hands around Salisa’s swollen face. They gave us both water and food and comfort and warmth. Did they not, little sister?

Salisa nodded and then grimaced in pain. Shanlin smiled lovingly and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Salisa’s bruised forehead. When Shanlin moved away Tahlir reached out and guided the small maiden into his arms.

You have had more than enough excitement for the day, Salisa, Tahlir said huskily while the maiden relaxed into his hold. A small hand reached up and brushed away the tears from his cheeks. You and Shanlin both need to rest so that you can continue to heal.

Queen Bainnah? Ryann spoke in a voice filled with grief. I know that it would please Salisa greatly if you could help her to ready herself for bed. She lost her dear mother a few months ago and her heart would welcome your loving care to fill some of the emptiness that was left after Mother Hannela passed away.

I would be pleased to do so. Bainnah rose gracefully to her feet and wiped the tears from her face and then followed Tahlir and Salisa toward one of the bedchambers. At the portal the Queen paused and turned to find Shanlin with her eyes. You, my dearest niece, should come with me so that I may reassure myself that you are truly here and alive and not merely an apparition created by an aching heart.

Do you need aid, Lady Shanlin? Rayus asked the maiden that he loved as he watched Shanlin sway weakly when she stood on her feet.

Nay, thank you, Shanlin replied and walked carefully toward the bedchamber without looking at the eldest Atilles male with piercing grey eyes and nearly black hair. Captain?

Aye?

Will you say my name? Please?

Shanlin, Rayus rasped tenderly.

Thank you, Rayus. Shanlin smiled shyly over her shoulder before she stepped inside of the bedchamber and closed the door.

Chapter 2

The evening meal had been completed and the cleaning up was easily finished with so many willing Faer offering to help. Lutor and Aelikka once again played quietly on the floor beneath the tables that had been pushed together to seat the large group of Faer while the adults moved closer to the hearth to relax and continue their quiet conversation.

We were kept informed of your movements by the Goddesses, Gwilen revealed quietly, as well as through the letters that we received from Yraz and from the two of you. We heard about the wolves that attacked at Culist Marsh although we were not informed of Shanlin’s presence there.

We nearly lost her, Tahlir recalled with remembered pain.

Yet we did not, Bainnah said comfortingly. From there you saw the first Feenin Thyride when Salisa was taken.

Aye. We also learned of the larger Flying Goblins and later learned of their tendency to spit.

Salisa was hurt both times yet not because of you, Tahlir, Giden reiterated soberly.

We then cleared Waterdell and then went to Degault to rescue our friends from the Thyride that had taken over that village, Linna continued their recitation of the events that had occurred since the family had left Syte Valley many months previous. We then went to Arynles and then to Berlitch. From there we became stranded in a cave after most of us were injured.

You have left out most of the important details, Sister, Ryann said with loving blue eyes.

"The King has already said that they were told of our adventures, Mother," Linna argued playfully and was pleased at the soft laughter that filled the main chamber.

From the cave we came here to join Salisa and Shanlin, Balan summarized for his parents. We journeyed to Hidten Glen and that is where they were taken from us.

We spent the next month killing Thyride and Goblins and Trolls while waiting for Lady Weling to give us permission to rescue our sisters, Tahlir added and ran both of his hands through his shoulder-length nearly black hair. We returned here yesterday.

What has brought you to South Kinyard, Father? Balan asked with a frown of worry. I hope that nothing is wrong in Syte Valley.

We came because your mother wished to, Gwilen answered and smiled lovingly at his wife. She needed to see the two of you and to see Shanlin. Lady Weling promised that She would give us the means to visit you all once you had freed Shanlin and Salisa.

Syte Valley is much as it was when you left, Balan, Bainnah added quietly. We continue to search for Thyride and continue our battles with the Flying Goblins and occasionally the Mountain Goblins.

Our main concern, other than the well-being of our family here, is Berlitch, Gwilen revealed with a worried frown. Tonnor and Yraz have decided that the village is too vulnerable. They have taken in many evacuees and now they are having difficulty protecting all of the Faer that now dwell there. They have decided to evacuate Berlitch and seek safety farther away from the mountains.

Where will they go? Rayus asked in concern. There is not a village large enough to hold the original Faer of Berlitch and certainly not the added Faer of Lortaeb and Yarlin.

As well as Builest and Arynles. Gwilen shook his dark head slowly. I gave the order for those villages to join Berlitch when I became aware of the numerous attacks that were occurring there. I hope that they will be able to join us in Syte Valley yet that is a very long way to travel with Faelings and the old and the injured.

With Berlitch and Builest and Arynles now empty, Balan whispered sadly, there are no villages occupied north of Syte Valley.

It also leaves only six villages in all of Lamerion that still support our people, Tahlir added with a distressed expression.

Where are you going, my love? King Gwilen asked as Bainnah stood from the stool that she had occupied and walked toward the door that separated them from Shanlin and Salisa. You should let them rest.

Are you the healer, my husband? Bainnah countered serenely and faced Gwilen with her hand on the door lever.

I am not, Gwilen admitted with a grin and watched his wife disappear into the bedchamber yet again.

Shanlin does not heal as a Feenin Fae should, Tahlir informed his adoptive father while he stared into the fire and absently ran his hand along Giden’s back. I would not be surprised if Mother decided to give her own blood to Shanlin with the hope of accelerating her healing.

That is an excellent suggestion, my son, Bainnah said as she left the bedchamber and crossed quickly to her husband’s side. Give me your dagger, Gwilen.

Bainnah—

Mother—

She is my niece, the Queen interrupted Gwilen and Tahlir. She is all that I have left of my beloved sister.

I can see that there is nothing that we could say to dissuade you, love, Gwilen said quietly and took the dagger from the sheath on his belt to give to his wife. Please do not cause harm to yourself in your effort to aid Shanlin.

Balan? Lutor carried Aelikka in his arms as he approached the adults after the Queen had returned to the bedchamber.

Aye, Lutor? Balan replied and ignored his father’s incredulous expression.

Aelikka and I want to thank you for saving Salisa’s life, the young Satran Faeling said and came to a stop at Balan’s knees. He hopped a little to lift the babe higher up his chest and grinned when Aelikka giggled happily. She’s silly, isn’t she?

She certainly is, Lutor, Balan agreed and reached out to brush one knuckle against the babe’s soft cheek.

Ninlow said that Salisa looks a little better than she did when you first found her, Lutor continued with his original thought and frowned pensively. He said that you’re giving her your own strength so that she’ll get better faster.

Aye, Ninlow spoke the truth.

Here, Aelikka is getting heavy. Lutor leaned forward and gave the Feenin babe to the Prince. Will you give Salisa more strength, Balan, so that she can start talking again? I don’t like it when she can’t talk.

I will do so, the Prince replied softly. I have also given some of my blood to Shanlin and my mother is doing the same at the moment. I wish to see both of them recovered as quickly as possible.

I wish that too, Balan. Lutor frowned and tilted his head thoughtfully. Baylin’s friend was taken by Thyride too. Was she taken by the same Thyride that took Salisa and Lady Shanlin?

We do not know which Thyride were responsible for taking Baylin’s friend, Tahlir answered for the Prince. We did not find another maiden with Salisa and Shanlin.

You’ve bothered the Prince enough, Lutor, Hescal scolded quietly. Time to go to bed.

We should give our bed to the King and Queen, Ninlow said quickly. We can sleep on the floor out here, Father.

You may have our cot, Father Hescal, Tahlir offered with a smile. Giden and I can sleep on the floor as well.

I couldn’t possibly take your bed, My Lord. Hescal shook his head vehemently.

A cot is not comfortable for Giden and I to share. Tahlir frowned at the elder Fae’s use of the title. We had already agreed to sleep on the floor before my parents had even arrived.

Balan? Bainnah’s voice came to their ears from the bedchamber and Balan was instantly on his feet. Please come here, Son.

I will take Aelikka, Brother, Ryann said quickly and followed the Prince to claim her daughter.

Ninlow, Balan said a moment later into the quiet that had fallen in the main chamber after his mother had summoned him. The Prince stepped into the doorway yet did not completely leave the bedchamber holding his mother and the injured maidens. Salisa is trying to communicate and we need your aid.

Ninlow stood and followed Balan back into the bedchamber. A few minutes passed in expectant silence and then Ninlow stepped out of the bedchamber with Salisa in his arms. Bainnah and Balan followed the large Satran male with Shanlin in the Prince’s arms.

Salisa thinks that we should make a big bed out here for all of us to share, Ninlow informed the worried family and smiled shyly. Prince Balan can’t deny her anything.

I will hold her, Ninlow, Giden offered while the Faer around him stood.

They need to remain on their mattress to prevent them from becoming too chilled, Tahlir said with a grin. To accomplish this we need to move the tables, the stools, and the cots into the bedchambers after we have taken the mattresses from the beds.

Within a short time all of the furniture had been removed from the main chamber and a large pallet was being constructed on the floor. Ryann and Bainnah directed the males in their tasks and Linna snickered as she watched with Giden and the injured maidens. Salisa giggled softly when Ryann threw a bedroll at a distracted Balan and the rolled bundle hit the Prince in the face. Balan’s head jerked around at the sound of Salisa’s amusement and then Balan crossed the chamber and fell to his knees at Giden’s side. Strong hands lifted and cradled Salisa’s face delicately while brown eyes filled with happy tears.

Mmmhmm, Salisa hummed in her throat and then lifted one hand to touch the Prince’s left hand on her cheek.

We are ready for them, Balan, Bainnah said quietly. You may bring Salisa over and put her to bed.

Balan carefully took Salisa from Giden without touching the malformed Fae’s twisted hand or placing too much pressure on Salisa’s most severe wounds yet his expression contorted when the small Satran maiden still whimpered at his touch. Tahlir lifted Shanlin into his arms and carried the injured Feenin maiden to the bed that she would share with Salisa and apologized for causing his old friend additional pain.

The Queen waited until Shanlin had been settled on her side upon the mattress before she joined her niece and cautiously wrapped her arm around the younger maiden. The bandages were removed from both females’ hands and then Bainnah was again giving her blood to Shanlin.

I suppose that we should all consider joining them, Gwilen said while the remaining Faer merely stared at the three maidens in the center of the large pallet that they had constructed.

I hope that we are not yet done discussing the refugees, Father, Tahlir said and carried Giden to the pallet. Both then sat upon the edge and looked up at the Faer staring down at them. Come sit down, all of you.

You should sleep nearer your mother. Hescal frowned uneasily. I can sleep on the edge there.

Giden will sleep on the edge to prevent anyone from accidentally touching his left arm, Tahlir countered evenly. You and Lutor can sleep beside me, Father Hescal.

If you can accept me as family, Father Hescal, then you can accept my parents as well. Balan sat down beside Salisa and took one of her hands in both of his.

Does that make me family too, Balan? Lutor asked excitedly and wiggled beneath the blankets beside Tahlir. Hescal reluctantly joined his youngest son on the pallet.

Of course it does, Lutor, Balan replied immediately and smiled warmly at the Faeling. I cannot call your brother ‘Brother’ and your father ‘Father’ and not call you ‘Brother’ as well. All those who are now beneath this roof are family. Is that not right, Mother?

Certainly, Son, Bainnah answered absentmindedly. When was the last time that you ate anything, Shanlin?

I had some broth earlier, Shanlin rasped in reply and met Salisa’s green-gold eyes across the narrow space of bedding that separated them. Go to sleep, little sister. Let the pain leave you for a time.

Now that I have removed all of the charred skin I have begun to put honey on her burns, Tahlir informed his adoptive mother and stood from the pallet to retrieve the pot of honey that he had been given for Salisa’s use. The healer then joined Balan at Salisa’s side and the small maiden was rolled onto her stomach and the blanket was moved aside. We did not have any when we rescued her. I tell myself that it is helping although I know in my head that it has not been long enough since I began her treatment for any improvements to be noticeable.

You are doing everything right, Son, Bainnah replied to ease Tahlir’s self-doubt.

It is miraculous that she can bear to remain in her body with those injuries, Linna said quietly from her place behind Balan and Tahlir on the large sleeping pallet. Beside her Rayus and Ninlow sat quietly while Ryann was softly singing to Aelikka to ease the babe to sleep. The burns themselves must be agonizing.

Faer are very adept at accustoming themselves to pain, Bainnah replied sadly. The more pain that we endure the more pain we are then able to endure.

I fear that Salisa has learned the same lessons that I was taught, Shanlin rasped and met Balan’s tear-filled eyes. Thyride delight in the pain that they cause and the more that you scream the more enjoyment that they feel. They are quicker to end their games if you do not let them see or hear the pain that you are in.

Mmm, Salisa agreed as she turned her head and opened her eyes. Tahlir quickly moved his hand before honey could drip from the ladle onto the small maiden’s face. Hmm umm mmm.

Lady Weling reported to me that you have managed to kill over four hundred Thyride in the months that you have been together, Gwilen said to fill the silence. You have ended the lives of nearly two thousand Flying Goblins, eradicated over six thousand Water Goblins, and drove more than eight hundred Trolls to their deaths.

"Did you say ‘six thousand’?" Linna demanded with brown eyes widened in shock.

Aye. Gwilen chuckled at the maiden’s response which was similar to the reactions visible on the faces of all of the younger Faer in the chamber. I must say that I am exceedingly proud of you all. You have accomplished more in less time than we at the Palace have managed with more warriors in the last century.

We have been seeking out our enemies, Tahlir replied and resumed slathering the honey over the raw skin on Salisa’s head and neck and back. One can only do so much within Syte Valley, Father. Had the guards been sent on the same missions that the Goddesses asked of us I am certain that they would have accomplished the same.

What thoughts have placed that pensive look on your face, Giden? Balan asked gently.

I was thinking that if we’ve killed that many of our enemies, how many are there if everyone is still being attacked by them? Giden’s striking light blue eyes met the Prince’s gaze. And we haven’t even begun to kill the Mountain Goblins.

You plan to seek out Mountain Goblins? Hescal blurted in growing terror. You can’t do that! Those beasts would—

We have no plans to seek them out, Father Hescal, Tahlir interrupted with a nod indicating Lutor’s attentive expression. Giden was merely pointing out that we, all of Lamerion, still have a foe that has as yet been ignored.

Of all of our enemies the Mountain Goblins pose the least threat, Bainnah said quietly and removed her hand from Shanlin’s hold. A moment later the Queen accepted a bandage from Gwilen and began to wrap the length around her hand while the King did the same to Shanlin’s hand. They rarely seek out Faer as a source of food and Faer rarely place themselves in a position to encounter them.

Save those who still dwell in Syte Valley.

Linna, Tahlir growled and turned to look at the maiden behind him. There are small ears listening that do not need to hear such things.

I apologize, Lutor, Linna said immediately. I did not intend to frighten you.

I do not like the idea of the evacuees from Berlitch making their way to Syte Valley alone, Rayus said respectfully to his King. They have many warriors yet—

They have warriors who have trained with Ninlow and I in the use of bows and arrows, Linna interrupted quietly and placed her hand on the Atilles male’s shoulder. Imagine two hundred Ninlows and Linnas giving their protection to the Faer of Berlitch.

That eases my mind only little, Linna, Rayus replied and narrowed his grey eyes thoughtfully. Recall the difficulty that Ninlow had killing the Bekcher that he and Balan encountered in Mahsara Forest. Should one of those beasts come upon the Faer fleeing to the east, there is a serious threat of losing Faer to fire.

The Dragons should go protect those Faer, Lutor said innocently. Hescal stared in horror at his youngest son for speaking his thoughts aloud in the presence of royalty while Giden merely grinned at the small Faeling lying beside him. They could probably kill any Bekchers or Thyride or Goblins that wanted to hurt other Faer.

They could also be hurt by any Bekchers or Thyride or Goblins, little brother. Tahlir smiled kindly at the Faeling. We would not want King Andrelan or his companions to be hurt would we?

Nay. Lutor frowned worriedly. We don’t want that to happen.

You smell delicious, Salisa, Shanlin rasped and touched Salisa’s hand as it lay on the bedding between them. We could put you in a tub of tea and enjoy the treat immensely.

Salisa giggled quietly and then lifted her head and haltingly turned to face the maiden that had protected Salisa at the risk of her own health. Tahlir, now finished with treating Salisa’s burns with honey, stood to replace the pot into his healing bag. Balan stretched out on his side beside his love and softly stroked the skin of her left hand with the pad of his thumb.

Have you any information about the inhabitants of Melchin? Tahlir asked quietly as he rejoined the others on the expanded pallet. Balan and I are concerned that they may have encountered the Bekcher that Balan and Ninlow killed in Mahsara Forest.

Why would you think that, Brother? Ryann asked softly then silently gestured to her daughter while meeting Ninlow’s eyes. Her husband took the babe from her right arm and laid Aelikka down between them, sparing his wife the pain of trying to use her left arm.

Melchin is only twenty-five miles northeast of where we were when we encountered the Bekcher, Balan answered reluctantly.

We have not received word from Melchin in many months, Gwilen replied to his adopted son’s question and stretched out between Bainnah and Hescal when Tahlir resumed his place beside his mate. I will fly there tomorrow and see what I can discover.

You will do nothing of the kind, Bainnah argued firmly. We have been given very few hours to spend with our family, my love. You can send a group of warriors to Melchin in the morning while we savor what time has been given to us here.

You are not staying long? Shanlin rasped without turning to look at the royal couple lying behind her.

We must leave tomorrow evening, Bainnah answered regretfully. We cannot allow our people to feel as though we have abandoned them.

What of these people? Shanlin pressed hoarsely. What of the Faer in Hawlis and Granlit Quay and Ebblen? How will they feel when they learn that those to the north are seeking refuge in Syte Valley while those here in the south are expected to fight alone?

Would you have us order all Faer to Syte Valley? Gwilen asked tightly and felt his wife turn to place her hand on his thigh in warning. I do not mean to sound heartless or angry, Niece. We have considered doing that very thing yet we cannot come to a decision. It may be easier to protect the innocents within the White Palace yet it is also a greater risk to all. There would only be a single destination for our enemies to target and should they prove successful in merely one battle they could theoretically eradicate our entire population. How can I decide if the benefits outweigh the risks without assigning value to lives that are priceless?

It would seem, Linna drawled pointedly, that drawing the populations of Syte Valley and Berlitch together – the two most populated and most well-defended villages – that value has already been assigned to some. From what we have been able to learn the southern villages have not encountered the violence that the north has and therefore they do not possess warriors as skilled as those in Berlitch or Syte Valley.

Without Berlitch to stop them Thyride will find little resistance in claiming lands for their use, Rayus added. I will not speak of what else will happen when they do not meet any capable opposition south of the Onoik Mountains and west of Syte Valley until they reach here or possibly Melchin.

You have both spoken thoughts more concise and conclusive than any that we have considered ourselves, Gwilen replied with a hint of self-condemnation audible in his tone. I will order all to make the journey to Syte Valley. Now that you have eliminated many of the threats here in the south we can hope that the journey will be safer for those in southern Lamerion.

There is still a great risk for many, Father, Balan said quietly. Perhaps we can send those of South Kinyard who cannot fight with you and mother tomorrow and then ask that the warriors escort the Faer of the other villages.

Which group will we belong to? Linna asked softly.

We will belong to neither, Tahlir decided impulsively. Shanlin and Salisa must have more time to heal and neither you nor Ryann are at full strength, Linna. Giden is unable to walk without his prosthetic leg and Ninlow still limps when he believes my attention to be elsewhere.

I would also mention that we are pitifully underweight and overly exhausted, Linna added.

The Dragons cannot carry all of the Faer that cannot fight, Gwilen said thoughtfully. Perhaps we can take only those who cannot fly and leave the rest to join us once the Faer of the other villages have been brought here.

We will take the Faelings and the Satran Faer with us tomorrow, Bainnah decided and then yawned delicately. Pardon me. I am suddenly very tired. Would you all excuse me? I must attend to a personal matter before I sleep.

I’ll go with her, Ninlow volunteered and quickly left the blankets that he shared with Ryann and Aelikka. Ninlow retrieved his staff and then met the Queen at the door to the cabin. Lutor? Do you need to go too?

Do I need an escort? Bainnah asked with a worried frown and then covered her mouth with her slender hand when she yawned again. Ai, pardon me.

We never get to go to the privy alone anymore, Lutor informed the Queen to his father’s continued horror as the young Faeling joined them at the door. We want to be safe.

We certainly do, Bainnah smiled warmly at the sandy-blond Lutor and took his hand in hers as they followed Ninlow from the cabin. I am relieved to have two strong males to keep me safe.

Melchin is a village of Satran Farmers. Rayus placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. If they still live they will need more time to arrive here.

Satran Faer also lived in Ranayes, Tahlir added. Rayus informed us that they have fled to Ebblen. It may take a week for them all to arrive here.

Then another week or longer to travel to the Palace. Balan tore his eyes from Salisa’s face reluctantly. Do we know how many refugees we are expecting?

From the southern villages, save those already here, I expect one thousand or more, Gwilen answered. From the northern villages traveling with Captain Yraz I expect over two thousand.

With another one thousand already in Syte Valley—, Linna began.

There will soon be over four thousand Faer living in Syte Valley, Rayus finished and pushed himself into a sitting position. That is impossible, My Lord. We cannot support or protect that many Faer and certainly not with Mountain Goblins living within the Pillar Mountains. The encampment would stretch across the Valley and place many too close to the Mountains.

The old and the young and the injured can live within the walls of the Palace, Tahlir suggested quietly. The Satran Faer as well for they cannot be exposed to the winter weather.

We can use the conference chambers, the ballroom, and the parlors as living quarters as well, Gwilen pointed out. We do not need to give each Fae a bedchamber. None will be expected to live on the lawn to become easy prey for our enemies or to suffer the weather.

Let us hope that we can find a way to take the animals and the provisions that we have tried to accumulate, Rayus said absently. We should ask that the other villages bring what they can as well.

Those from Berlitch are bringing the provisions that they can carry, Gwilen reported and smiled at his Captain. I have missed having you at my side, Rayus. I do not suppose that I can tear you away from here?

I will, of course, return to Syte Valley should you wish it, My Lord.

I was jesting. I can wait until you return home with the others. Gwilen shook his dark head with a smile then turned toward the door as Ninlow returned with Bainnah and Lutor. I think that we can continue to struggle to fill the void that your absence has left in Syte Valley.

That is very kind of you to say, Your Highness.

Balan, you’re not giving Salisa your strength. Lutor rushed across the chamber and walked atop the mattress before falling to his knees between the two injured maidens.

I cannot cut her while she is awake, little brother, Balan whispered with a pained frown. She has already endured enough pain. I will not hurt her more.

Salisa lifted her head again and turned it toward Balan with only a soft whimper. The Prince smiled in welcome yet Salisa’s green-gold eyes were not looking at his face. A moment later the maiden removed the dagger that he wore on his thigh from its sheath and lifted it toward her head with a grimace of pain. The small maiden then weakly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees then sat back on her heels and placed Balan’s dagger against the line of dried blood on her right palm.

You are a very determined young maiden, Rayus said and shook his head slowly as Salisa reopened the wound and did not flinch at the pain. I hope that such a trait will serve you well, Salisa.

If it was summer still Salisa would be covered in insects, Lutor declared and startled a laugh from nearly all of his companions.

Come here, Lutor, Hescal called quietly. It is time to go to sleep.

Lie down, my love, Balan whispered after he had replaced