Heart of Bastion: The Heart of the Citadel, #4

By Susan Faw

A mysterious prisoner, long forgotten.  Ancient blood ties of horrifying significance.  A sly trap is sprung with terrifying consequences.

Kara, heart bearer of Bastion, returns to Gaia to begin her mission. Aided by Chryso, her djinn Dragonmerger and a feisty dragon named Beryl, they fly into the core of the dangerous stronghold of the emperor.

Her mission to bring down the barrier is overshadowed by her mother's urgent plea to free a man imprisoned within the citadel's stone walls. It does not take long before Kara is confronted by her brother Jasper, a wizard who has sworn allegiance to the Emperor. 

Convinced of his loyalty to their family, she places her life in his hands, enlisting his help to free the captive. Lines blur as loyalties are tested, for the emperor sees all. They are pawns in a larger scheme, orchestrated by Madrid. Their plans are doomed to fail.

Yet hope remains, while hearts are pure, for there is one who has the power to defeat the emperor.

Grab this next exciting installment in the Heart of the Citadel!

Other books in this series:

Heart of Destiny

Heart of Tyr

Heart of Shadra

Heart of Bastion

Heart of Fjord

Heart of Tunise

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Faw
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781989022092

Susan Faw

Susan’s love of stories began before she could read or write. Her earliest childhood memories are of a make believe game she played with her sister, creating and telling an epic story inspired by a picture chosen at random from a National Geographic magazine. Susan spent her summers reading and writing sometimes serious, sometimes humorous works of fiction, imagining the worlds beyond her bedroom walls. Susan is an avid reader of literature, especially science fiction and fantasy. She loves to bring new worlds and fantasy adventures to young adults and inspire them to join her on her make believe journeys.  You can find Susan at www.susanfaw.com, on twitter @susandfaw or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/SusanFaw.

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Heart of Bastion

Heart Of The Citadel Book Four

Susan Faw

Author Susan Faw

DEDICATION

The final editing of Heart of Bastion is being accompanied by the sounds of waves crashing on the shore and the whisper of trade winds tickling palm fronds. Around me, only the birds and a few early risers stroll the grey stone decks that surround the pools. The lounge chairs are empty, but the staff prepare for yet another day, the first day of 2019.

Wishing a Happy New Year to you all, whichever year you read this book. The best year is always the one you are in, not the one you left behind. Seize the moment. Live for the day.

I’d like to dedicate this book to my sister and a kind benefactor who made this wonderful year-wrapping vacation possible.

Copyright © 2019 Susan Faw

All rights reserved. Reproduction or utilization of this work in any form, by any means now known or hereinafter invented, including, but not limited to, xerography, photocopying, and recording, and in any known storage and retrieval system, is forbidden without permission from the copyright holder.

Cover Design by Venkatesh Sekar

Edited by Pam Elise Harris

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional.

PRINT ISBN 9781989022108

EPUB ISBN 9781989022092

Contents

1.Prologue

2.Stealthy Approach

3.A Mother’s Counsel

4.Madrid’s Chambers

5.Jasper’s Sanctuary

6.Three Potions

7.The Bloody Trail

8.Tentative Trust

9.The Squire’s Fancy

10.The Plan

11.Hidden Treasure

12.The Second Dragon

13.Rude Awakening

14.A Special Sight

15.A Rescue of Sorts

16.The Golden Box

17.Fireside Chat

18.Willing Weapon

19.Stumbling in the Dark

20.Back to the Beginning

21.Final Assignments

22.Hiccups

23.Reunion

24.Renewed Vision

25.Shifting Loyalties

26.The Way of Dragons

27.Decoy

28.The Back Door

29.The Wizard Within

30.Opaleye

31.Sneak Peek: Heart of Fjord

32.About the Author: Susan Faw

33.Also By Susan Faw

Chapter one

Prologue

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… Fifteen Years Earlier Jintessa Time …

The Citadel of Melina was blessed with the most important structure in all of Bastion. High above the milling crowds, an ancient school perched, its squat grey stone walls crowning the slumbering giant of rock, burnished to gold by the last rays of the setting sun, before fading to black.

This was the holiest day in their celestial calendar. A steady crowd of people had joined the annual pilgrimage flowing to the Citadel to deliver the most precious gift they could give. Those without a gift came to honour those who had a gift to give, for it was an extremely rare thing to be gifted with children in Melina.

The Citadel was the sole place in Melina where a school could be found. All roads eventually emptied onto the cliff-hugging sea to Sky Avenue. The single path twisted and curved to the peak of the extinct volcano, the highest spot in all of Melina. So precious was the cargo delivered to the summit on this day that the roads were guarded two and three deep by the fiercest weapons in all of Bastion, the Citadel-trained sons of Bastion. Those without children tossed flower leis made of calla lilies, plumeria, and fuchsia in eye-watering colours, harvested from the nearby jungle, at the feet of the horses. The crush of the flowers filled the air with their heady perfume. But it wasn’t until night fell that the real celebrations began.

Eight-year-old Shikara stared out the darkened window of her carriage, her eyes wide with fear, her blue-eyed straw-stuffed doll clutched to her chest. She resisted the urge to stick her thumb in her mouth but just barely. Her brother, Jasper, reclined against the overstuffed cushions at her side, ignoring the audience that flashed by the naked opening and accepting it as his due. Being two years older than his sister, Jasper had traveled this route for two seasons and was familiar with the parade.

The wheels clattered over the cobblestone paving as the horse team pulled the carriage in the only direction they could go, plodding along behind the gilded carriage in front of them. Their parents guided the team of horses, sitting side by side on the driver’s seat and conversing in low tones. Overhead, fireworks burst across the sky celebrating the day to come, for the first day of school was a national holiday in Bastion and the festivities were not to be missed. Street performers juggled fireballs. Couples holding hands stared hungrily at the occupants of the carriages, longing for the day when it would be their turn to have children. A fierce-looking guard frowned at a banner that had been hung across an alleyway that said Rescind the two children ban! Procreation rights for all!

Jasper yawned and then straightened with excitement, pointing out his window at the silver flash that had caught his eye. Look, Kara! There on the roof. Archers! He leaned forward to keep the archer in view as the wagon curved around a bakery selling sweet buns, the swirling scent of cinnamon drowning the floral bouquet for a moment.

This time Kara did stick her thumb in her mouth and quickly changed it to nibbling on the rough edge of her fingernail as her eyes widened farther. Her eyes darted to the side to see if Jasper had noticed, but he continued to stare at the rooftops, craning his neck out the window to keep the archers in sight. Kara shrank back against the cushions and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the archers or the merrymakers. She wavered between hugging her doll closer and shutting out the noise. She settled for clapping her doll over her left ear, muffling the singing and the shouted well wishes of a thousand strangers. Kara just wanted to go home to their square little house with the standard three bedrooms and their square table with four chairs. It was exactly like every other house on their quiet street, but she had felt safe there, secure. Loved. She did not want to go to school. Her lower lip trembled.

Aww, stop being a baby! Jasper leaned over and pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. She didn’t remember putting it in. Don’t embarrass me when we get to the school! I will lie and tell everyone you are not my sister if you do.

Kara said nothing.

The carriage rumbled around a couple more curves, and the buildings lining the streets vanished along with the crowd of well-wishers. Now, only the fireworks followed them, as the road was swallowed by obsidian walls of shining glass that reflected burning torches set in brackets on either side of the wagon. The walls rose up two stories. The only reason Kara knew the fireworks were still being sent skyward was the occasional wash of colour that lit up the carriages ahead of them.

Several minutes of travel later, the carriages emptied out of the rift and onto the plateau of the summit, halting in front of a pair of massive wrought-iron gates. The gates were affixed to shining black pillars and each pillar was topped by a carved glass dragon with wings spread and the snout dipping toward the wagons so that the eyes caught the flickering torch light. Kara shivered, for the glass crooner appeared to be alive and staring right at her. She stared back at the crooners as the gates opened, and the carriage lurched into motion once again. The emerald eyes followed her, and Kara swore that the head swiveled as well as she was swept up to the building ablaze with light at the far end of the lane. She tore her eyes away from the glass dragon. Trees lined the approach, clinging to the coarse sand, the fronds silhouetted by the crescent moon rising in the sky.

Kara’s gaze was drawn to the building where the halted carriages were disgorging their precious cargo.

It’s so big, she whispered.

Jasper dismissed the building with a wave of his hand. "Yeah, but it’s not that big. You will get lost at first but not for long because the teachers keep a really close eye on the first years. If I were you, I’d be worried about the dragons." Jasper waggled his brows as he leaned forward, trying to gauge her reaction. The carriage hit a rock, and a clear heart pendant swung out from the front of his shirt, flashing in the light spilling in the carriage door from the school. He tucked it back inside his shirt by habit.

Dragons! Dragons aren’t real! Stop lying, Jasper. You are trying to scare me. Kara sat on her hand with the thumb.

Jasper laughed at her. Yeah, and it worked, too!

The carriage lurched to a halt. Jasper flung open the door and launched himself out of the carriage, tossing a hasty Bye, Mom and Dad! over his shoulder. He raced for the open doors where he had spied a friend and was soon swallowed by the students filing into the school.

Kara stared at her brother’s retreating back but did not move.

The door on her side of the carriage slid aside, and her father’s head appeared.

We are here, Shikara. He held out his arms to her. Kara scrambled into them without a thought, hugging him around the neck as he carried her and her school bag. She clung to him, refusing to let go.

Kara’s father gently rubbed her back as she stared over his shoulder at the gated entrance to the compound. The dragon was still there, staring at her. And then it winked at her. Kara stuck her thumb in her mouth. Her mother glanced over her shoulder at the statue and smiled, then catching the object of her daughter’s gaze, winked at Kara.

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It was toward midnight when Kara heard it.

She had been asleep for a couple of hours at most in her bed in the room assigned to her. Her father had delivered her to the headmistress and then said a tearful goodbye before he was hustled out of the room. Kara had clung to his pant leg, desperate to hang on to him. Her mother gently pulled her away from her father and then knelt down in front of her and slipped a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant around Kara’s neck, tucking it under her shirt.

She bent low and whispered in her ear, Remember what I told you, Shikara. You are chosen for a reason. It is your destiny. I will see you soon, and then kissed her on the head just before the headmistress had pulled her away. Kara had collapsed on the floor, hugging her doll tight to her chest and rocking herself for comfort.

Parents were never allowed to stay, for the school was firmly of the opinion that the quicker and sharper the break, the easier the transition. First-year students were housed four to a pod, each with a member of staff assigned to ease the transition. The term pod was assigned as a joking reference to the monstrous young of serpents at sea. The first-year students were usually around eight years of age, their ages carefully documented by a census once a year. The government kept track of the births as part of the lottery system. The census was conducted regardless of the reported age of a child to prevent cheating of the system. School attendance was mandatory and failure to send your child to school was punishable by imprisonment.

After a quick meal was served, the elderly matron assigned to Kara’s pod ensured that teeth were brushed before they were shown to their assigned beds. The lights were out before the last of the fireworks cleared the sky.

But Kara couldn’t sleep and had stared at the moon visible through the oval window in her room. She watched its passage from her bed until it passed beyond the edge of the frame, homesick and longing to go back home with her parents. She’d heard snuffling from one of the other beds and knew she was not alone in missing her family. Jasper didn’t count. She wouldn’t see him as he was in the boy’s school. Eventually, she had drifted off to sleep.

Deep into the velvety night, a sound intruded on Kara’s restless dreams. She sat up, the covers sliding into her lap, listening hard for the source of the sound.

Someone was crying, but the cry was low and soft, more of a whimper. It sounded so sad that Kara’s lower lip trembled in response to the tug on her emotions. She struggled to fight the urge to cry along with the child who was so lonely, so lost. Maybe she could comfort him or her. She slid out of bed and reached for her slippers, but could not find them. She placed her bare feet on the smooth tile. The stone floor was very cold. The moonlight provided some small illumination as she crept to the door of the bedroom, past her three roommates. After assuring herself that they were asleep, she opened the door a crack. A lone lamp, trimmed low, glowed on a peg fastened to the wall in the hall. Kara opened the door, crawled up onto the chair resting against the wall and lifted the lamp off the peg. With a quick glance around, she scrambled back down and followed the sound of the crying.

It was coming from outside. Kara squeezed the latch on a door that went out onto the schoolyard and eased her way through, her eyes searching the quiet grounds. The sound was over by the wall. She hurried over, her eyes checking everywhere for the child who was crying, or worse yet, a school guardian. Yet she saw no one. She crossed what must have been a play yard, for squares were drawn on the surface in chalk. She bent her head to study the pattern then started humming her favourite hopping game, the one she used to play with the girl who used to live next door.

One stick. Two stick. Three stick. Four.

Stab ’em in the heart, and there won’t be more.

Five stick. Six stick. Seven stick. Eight.

Rap them on the head, and use them for bait.

Nine stick. Ten stick. Eleven stick. Twelve.

Encircle your demons with spells to delve.

She started skipping across the playground, working her feet to the rhyming game, forgetting the crying child for a moment. On the last step, she looked up and directly into a pair of glowing amber eyes.

A crooner with great wings spread wide stared at her and cried. The sound was so sad, so mournful, that Kara’s eyes welled up anew with the pain of its song. Long fangs curved from the jaw of the dragon and from the snout curled smoke, but to Kara, the dragon was smiling. Kara smiled back. She didn’t know what to do. She looked around, but the playground was empty.

Why are you crying, dragon? she whispered. The dragon tilted its head, considering her words and that was when Kara saw the child on its back. Oh! Are you the one crying? She stepped closer to the dragon and the child on its back.

Yes. I need your help. Will you help me, Kara? The child held out his hand.

Okay. But how do you know my name?

We have known your name since the day you were born. You are a very special little girl. Do you not wear the crystal heart?

Kara nodded. Her hand tightened around the pendant that her mother had given her. Her parting words echoed in her ears.

Didn’t your parents say that one day you would be singled out by that present and called to a special future that only a few can perform?

Kara nodded again. Mama said not to be afraid. She said when magic presented itself I would know it in my heart and I should go willingly to my calling. The magic within me would call to my teacher when the time was right. Are you my teacher?

I am but one of many.

I like your dragon.

This is your dragon.

Kara’s eyes widened, lighting up as a grin curved her lips.

Who are you? she asked, curious.

I am Chryso. I am a Dragonmerger. I am also a Djinn, a race of shapeshifters. I can take the form of anything living: plant, animal, bird, even a bug. I am not the same as you. My race is eternal.

Where are you from? Do the dragons live there? Kara, wide-eyed and excited, edged around to look closer at the dragon.

We are from the islands of Jintessa. And yes, the dragons live there. It is time, Kara. You are a chosen one, Kara. One gifted with magic and that places you a step above all other humans. This is the destiny for which you were born. It is time your true lessons began. Give me your hand. Chryso bent down over the side of the dragon and extended his hand to her.

Kara placed her hand in his. He pulled her up in front of him, settling her into the front of the saddle.

This leather strap will keep you from falling if Beryl needs to dive. He buckled the strap over her legs then lifted a harness on his chest and extended it to encircle them both. This way you are secure if you fall asleep. Hold on now. We are leaving.

With a cry, the dragon launched into the air and out over the wall. Kara threw back her head and shouted at the sky, squealing with delighted laughter. Minutes later, the dragon had left the land behind and winged away out to sea.

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Alarm bells sounded across the Citadel of Melina, for a girl was missing. The panicked teachers led by the headmistress searched the school from top to bottom in every favoured hiding spot. They checked the seal at the gates and lined up the young men to quiz them in case this was some horrible prank instigated for the first day of school, but the girl could not be found.

An urgent plea went out to the Citadel and special guards were brought in to assist with the search. With military precision, they searched the school and the surrounding woods but to no avail. The gates had remained locked and sealed, and no one had accessed the sole passage to the school. Bastion had been robbed of its most precious treasure, and no one knew how. A first-year female child of Bastion was gone.

Chapter two

Stealthy Approach

Iam Shikara of Bastion.

The youngest heart bearer, bonded to Beryl the second eldest dragon, and the Dragonmerger Chryso.

I am Shikara of Bastion.

Blessed to be the daughter of Madame Cherise, the headmistress of the Jintessa Dragon School, known to the Djinn as the Dragon’s Lair.

I am Shikara of Bastion.

Tasked with destroying the catalyst created by the greatest criminal mind of both worlds, the magical great barrier raised by Emperor Madrid.

Shikara hated her birth name. Kara, that is how I will be known, she growled through the bond as she stroked Beryl’s glossy scales, thinking over the dangerous mission she found herself winging toward. The ocean sparkled with late-day sun as they crested the time barrier and plunged into the reality that was the island of Gaia, her homeland.

Her mind reeled, trying to catch up to the sudden aging she had been put through. She looked older. She felt older. Yet when she accessed her thoughts, she found that the heart of a little girl still lurked under the forced maturity, hiding under her blankets from the not-so-imaginary monster called aging.

But the monsters were real and not who she would