Separated Revelations

By J. L. Shelton

While Mattie remains behind in Crosshawk, Garin is being led back to the Arduenna Kingdom and to memories of a difficult past. A separation made even more uncomfortable when various revelations come to light. And though an unexpected ally eventually comes to Garin’s aid, the help might not be enough to thwart the plans Iantha has always had in mind for her youngest son.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Nov 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781642378498

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Menapolin

Chapter 1

Dougal! Mathilda Hawksthorne Von Bos loudly cried for what seemed like the hundredth time, feeling beyond her wit’s end about not being able to find her half-brother. Where in the hell are you!?

At the responding silence, Mattie (as she preferred to be called) leaned against a tree and released a weary sigh. Not for the last time, she wished her husband, Garin Von Bos, were still here. He had developed a kinship with her brother that none of them had, or possibly ever could. Her husband was quite literally a royal bastard twice over. The man had helped Dougal begin to accept that, despite being born out of wedlock, he was still Lord Gregory Hawksthorne’s son and could hope to settle into a relatively good life some day.

Brushing some stray auburn hairs out of her hazel eyes, she couldn’t help but curse. Damn her husband for being born with a hero’s heart! He had surrendered himself to his birth mother, Iantha, to keep a war with the elves from spilling into the Duchy of Crosshawk. There was magical firepower aplenty in this land to deal with one strong enemy, but not two. With another possible threat also setting her sights on Crosshawk, he willingly gave everyone a chance to prepare for the danger closer to home.

Mattie’s father had reluctantly relented to this crazy idea that had originated in King Easton Braun the Second’s mind. Grudgingly and angrily, so had she. A mad scheme she blamed for her current state of mind. After all, Garin hadn’t even been gone for more than forty-eight hours before things in Crosshawk had gone to hell!

At least that was how it felt while she traipsed through the heavily wooded areas of the Hawksthorne Estate. It wasn’t an easy trek even on a clear summer’s day; the difficulty significantly rose on a snowy winter’s morning like this one. And had been made even more hair-pulling by the fact her half-brother, Dougal, was not answering her many calls.

The twelve-year-old boy had abruptly ended his history lesson today, throwing the book to the ground and declaring that he hated Menapolin. Considering his mother was the king’s sister and his father was the Lord Protector, that particular outburst had been worrisome. When Mattie had asked why he felt that way, his answer had been to rush out the back door and lead her on this wild goose chase. The only reason she was out here at all was because this stretch of woods was his favorite place in which to hide.

Trouble, Little Wolf?

A sad smile crossed Mattie’s face at hearing Garin’s voice within her head. Through a strange twist of fate and timing, a bond had been created between the couple when they had been very young children. A connection that had grown in strength over time, and not even this fool’s errand of his could truly keep them apart.

There was no way Garin could miss Mattie’s frustration when she said, Only a young man who is more pissed off at the world than I am.

She felt rather than heard his sigh. If you hear rocks hitting against tree trunks, you’re close.

Those poor defenseless trees!

Garin’s light chuckle danced in her head. Give him some time to vent his frustrations, Mattie; the wildlife will survive.

The need to be alone was something to which Mattie could relate. Most of her time had been spent inside her bedroom after she had gotten home the day Garin had left with his elven half-brother, Esus. Hugging the beautiful carving of a hawk and a wolf that he had given her for her birthday, she had curled up on the bed and had snarled at anyone who dared to knock on the door. Not knowing if you would ever see your husband again could do that to a woman. Add in realizing that she would be officially five months pregnant with his child on a birthday they weren’t going to be able to celebrate together, and she had been the biggest bitch in the world.

It’s our daughter’s birthday I don’t want to miss, he said with a sigh. Don’t worry about mine; I’ve had twenty-three of them already. Another one isn’t that big of a deal.

I’ll still light a candle or do something for your birthday on the Solstice anyways.

He softly chuckled at that. Stubborn woman.

Always.

A sudden growl sounded from his end before he said, I’m sorry; I have to cut this short. Apparently that devil of an elf wants to come and speak with me again. Talk with you first thing in the morning?

Mattie’s mouth formed into a straight line at the vague mention of Esus. He was the one who had gotten her husband into this mess! If that elf were here, she would make sure there was no way he would ever walk right again!

Garin barked a laugh. I love you, even more so for the way you want to avenge me.

The smile couldn’t be helped. I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow.

Though the conversation was over, his presence still lingered. The feeling was akin to having someone beside you, close enough that all you had to do was reach out and touch them. It used to be they could truly block their unique connection at times, but that was before Mattie had accidentally forced the bond wide open. What had started out as an irritation was now a blessing, especially with all the distance and time apart they were facing. Thank Adonai, her mistakes were helpful every once in awhile.

Looking around for a second, Mattie sighed. Lunch wasn’t for another hour yet. She would give Dougal at least that long before she resumed the hunt. He was a growing boy, after all, and the smell of food might bring him home. With that decision made, she headed back for the warmth and comfort of the main house.

***

Comfort, however, wasn’t waiting for Mattie inside the one-story dwelling; an angry fourteen-year-old welcomed her instead. Can’t you just tell those two women to leave? snarled Selina Galleti. Her short black hair was a mess; whether it was from trying to pull it out or from it just being in that awkward phase of growing longer would be tough to call. Tem and Gan give me the creeps!

Mattie barely had a chance to close the back door before reaching her hands up to rub her temples, trying to keep the headache at bay. The two women of whom the girl spoke weren’t human by any stretch of the imagination. No, Selina. At least not without insulting both them and the one who sent them. Trust me when I say that no one with half a brain wants to do that. Besides, they are not allowed more than twenty feet past the gate until my father says otherwise.

And where is the great Lord Gregory Hawksthorne anyways? she demanded, making an eyebrow rise at the sound of her impertinence.

Luckily not here to witness his foster daughter’s attitude, young lady, reprimanded Mattie with a growl. Is there something in the air today? Perhaps a strange alignment is occurring in the heavens? First, Dougal acts up—now, you!

Selina’s glare would have made a dragon proud. Maybe it’s the same thing that causes the adults to keep their mouths shut about important news until the last minute!

Mattie closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh, now understanding where all the bitterness was coming from. Belief that Garin’s departure was behind everyone’s bad moods today had just turned into fact. The two youths were as torn up and pissed off as she was.

Selina, the tone was nearly a plea. None of us had much time to get used to this idea. We’re all trying to deal with it as best we can.

"You call hiding in your room all day dealing with it?"

That was called keeping you safe from taking the brunt of my anger.

Bullshit! The girl yelled, sharply sweeping her hand from one side of her body to the other. "The past week has been filled with nothing but bullshit! Why can’t you be honest with me for once?"

Selina—

Just what in the hell is going on!?

Opting to keep what little peace was left between the two of them, Mattie answered one of the girl’s previous questions, My father is at Belladonna’s, along with Leto and Tobias.

Again!?

Selina, we told you how ferocious the attack against King Easton was. The luck of the devil had been with that man. If Leto hadn’t found him by accident and had delivered him to a powerful healer immediately, then Menapolin would have been plunged into an unexpected period of mourning. They are still trying to piece everything together, and that can take time. Once I know something, I’ll tell you, okay?

Fine, she said with a snark. I better get started on lunch then. We both know that you can’t cook worth a damn.

Mattie winced and thought, Ouch. While the statement was truthful when compared to some, that tone hadn’t been necessary. She took in a calming breath.

Okay, maybe it took ten before Mattie could respond. I appreciate your help, Selina.

Guilt appeared on the girl’s face for a second when she murmured a You’re welcome. before heading to the kitchen. Mattie could only lift her eyes to the ceiling and pray to Adonai that things improved soon. There wasn’t much more of this she could take.

***

Apparently the universe disagreed and thought Mattie needed a little more of a nudge towards that raggedy edge of her sanity. Selina had just finished preparing lunch when the front door opened with a bang! as Bran Brewer, Mattie’s cousin and the estate’s groundskeeper, stormed into the house. The fact he was carrying a squirming package over his right shoulder went a long way into explaining his loud entry.

Missing something? the mountain of a man inquired before unceremoniously dropping a black-haired youth onto the living room floor.

Dougal somehow managed to land on his butt, growling at Bran the whole time. While her cousin violently kicked the door shut, Mattie quickly made her way over to them. The youth just crossed his arms and glared at the man.

Obviously the boy wasn’t talking. What did he do? she asked with a weary sigh.

Almost got himself trapped in a verbal contract with that Gan woman is what! said Bran with a snarl. Luckily, Tem has a soft spot for younger people and got me to interrupt them in the nick of time!

A shiver of fear ran down Mattie’s spine. Please tell me you confirmed that belief.

Red strands of hair entered her cousin’s eyes when he sharply nodded. Gan said Dougal owed her nothing since she owed him nothing.

Only because you interfered! shouted Dougal when he rose from the floor. The kid was braver than most because he stormed forward and poked a giant in the chest. Damn it; you ruined my one chance to get Garin back!

Saved you from your own stupidity is more like it! countered Bran while he lightly batted the boy’s hand away. That woman could’ve made the rest of your life nothing short of Hell depending on what she wanted in return!

Doesn’t matter; it would’ve been my decision on whether or not I could live with that!

Not for another six years, it’s not! Bran’s angry voice seemed to rumble from the earth itself, and Mattie could almost swear some leaves on the ivy that grew around the house had decided to peek in through the windows to watch the show. Until you are of age, all of us are responsible for keeping your ass in one piece! After that point, messing up your life will be in your own hands!

Knowing Dougal’s past, Mattie couldn’t help but cringe at this argument. The utter rage in her brother’s eyes at what Bran had said wasn’t a surprise. Turned into a subservient stable boy who had almost been eternally stuck at the age of eight years old, it had been only by happy chance that the tooth containing the curse had been knocked out a few months ago. Between the massive growth spurt afterwards and the slow way his old memories were returning, the one who had been born as Mikhail Braun hated the very thought he couldn’t decide the course of his own fate.

Damn it! Bran knew this!

And you do not want to enter into an agreement with those women, Mattie quickly interjected before things between those two got worse. Not ever!

Why not!?

The demanding question from her brother should not have been unexpected, but it still caught her by surprise. While Dougal and Selina were both glaring at her and waiting for an answer, Bran just rolled his eyes. Too late to pull that letter out of the fire, Mattie, the man said with a huff.

Mattie wanted to smack herself because he was right. But how was she going to explain this when a part of her still didn’t quite believe the truth? Then her glance fell on the girl who had been sent into fosterage. The Stronghold in which her official guardian, Orla Loganach, lived was full of secrets, many too dangerous for someone with an overabundance of curiosity. Including one mystery that could literally shatter the earth some future day.

Selina, Mattie began hesitantly. Do you remember Helka? The old blind woman from the Mage’s Council?

The answer was obviously yes. when the girl’s eyes widened right before she started to tremble. Her bronze complexion paled as she took a step away from everyone. Fearful realization came over her before she asked, Hel—Helka sent Tem and Gan here?

Mattie’s nod did something she never expected. Through all their journeys, this girl had faced most horrors with a bravery Mattie could never possess. Many times Selina’s fear had transformed into a bundle of rage that she had no problem using to her advantage.

But everyone was soon rushing across the room, because terror had overtaken the girl for once. Though he was the closest, Dougal had barely gotten there in time to keep her from crashing headlong into the floor. Bran made his way to the medicine cabinet while Mattie was checking to verify Selina’s breathing was still steady because the girl had passed out completely!

Chapter 2

Selina’s brown eyes fluttered open at last, and a gasp escaped her lips before she looked wildly about. Mattie placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. Thankfully, Bran had deposited the girl on the couch after finding some smelling salts. Both considerations turned out to have been a great help.

You’re okay, Mattie said softly, adjusting her kneeling position slightly as she placed the medicinal bottle on the ground. You’re still home. All we did was move you from the floor to the sofa.

Selina’s hands clutched the cushions tightly as if she needed to confirm the words for herself. Considering the last time the girl had lost consciousness was right before a nymph had stuck her into a tree, Mattie couldn’t blame her momentary doubt. Selina’s eyes then fell on Dougal and Bran, both of whom were hovering nervously nearby. A horrified expression swiftly appeared on her young face. Whether that was because of the experience itself or because those two had witnessed her swoon was anyone’s guess. Knowing the girl, the answer could have easily been both.

What happened!? Selina demanded while she smacked Mattie’s arm away.

You fainted, Mattie replied, getting out of the impatient girl’s path. Selina’s muscles were quaking as she forced herself into a sitting position. You really should take a second to get you bearings first before moving around like that.

The violent shake of her head almost had the girl toppling over again. It explained the snarl in her voice when she shouted, I’m fine!

Bran snorted at that. At least close enough to yell so heartily. Selina bared her teeth at him, which caused him to laugh. Yes, definitely Mattie’s long lost twin.

Now Mattie glared at him. Not helpful.

He responded by giving her a pointed look. And you wouldn’t be behaving like this if your roles were reversed? Cousin, please—I know you too well.

Closing her eyes, Mattie took a long, deep breath. He was irritatingly correct. In too many ways, the girl had a personality as similar as her own. So Mattie didn’t even bother to satisfy her curiosity; being peppered with questions would be the last thing Selina wanted.

Though surprise flickered in the girl’s eyes when Mattie simply turned to the hovering boy and said, Dougal, why don’t you go and make a plate for her? Then grab some lunch for yourself as well after you deliver it.

He looked relieved to be able to do something, no matter how small. His walk to the kitchen was brisker than normal. Bran nodded approvingly for a moment before following the boy.

You’re not going to badger me about why that happened? asked a bewildered Selina.

Mattie rose up from the floor and groaned at the stiffness in her muscles for a moment before simply answering with a No.

Why not?

After joining the thoroughly confused girl on the couch, Mattie reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. Because I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready. Both of us would only be beyond frustrated if I tried to pry the answer out of you.

Selina hung her head down low. She was so quiet and still for a moment, that Mattie didn’t realize she was crying. At least, not until a couple of water spots began to appear on the girl’s lap.

Thank you, Selina brokenly whispered. And I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting. It’s just…I miss Garin so damn much! He’s like the big brother I always needed, you know?

He’s a brother for me too, agreed Dougal, holding a plate of food in his hand. "Why did he think leaving was a better way to protect us? We need him here!"

That last part had his voice cracking with sorrow. After Mattie patted the cushion next to her, her brother quickly complied and sat down. Once he carefully placed the dish on the ground, Mattie wrapped an arm about each of their shoulders and pulled them both in close. Bran wisely stayed in the kitchen to eat his lunch while the two youths grabbed her as if she were the only lifeline left in the storm.

As the tears fell, it was a blessing to be reminded that none of them were alone in this strange grief. Yes, they missed the man who had chosen them over all else. No, life sure as hell wasn’t fair for asking this sacrifice of him. No, They didn’t know if Garin would ever come back, though they clung to the small hope that they would see him again.

By blood or not, they were family. Together, they were going to survive this insanity. No matter how difficult it became to endure!

***

It was time to step up and be a big sister. A situation that Mattie had never imagined would ever come to pass. She had been an only child for far too long, Bran being the closest thing she ever had to a sibling. Now she suddenly had two young people who needed her to help watch their backs.

Trudging through the snow while she headed to the gate, Mattie couldn’t help but release a grumble or two. Tem and Gan had almost been more trouble than they were worth, especially after today’s near fiasco! She still could not fathom Helka’s reasoning for sending them; she could take care of herself!

Voices soon lifted from just outside the walls of the estate. There was no mistaking Gan when she snarled, "We only have theories about who she truly is. Our Bridget has been happily playing the Wise Woman of the Woods for the past century."

Mattie slowed her steps when she heard a familiar male voice ask, Are you sure about that?

Yes, said the silkier voice of Tem, her tone one of certainty. It was my turn to visit her about a decade ago. She loves living in those far southern lands.

There were some joint grumblings before Mattie exited the gate. Turning, she wasn’t surprised by the scene that greeted her. A tall woman with black, unruly hair was leaning her back against the outer wall of the estate, her arms crossed and a scowl on her pale face. Her lighter-haired and tan compatriot was fiddling nervously with the upper tip of a golden longbow. A wizened man was leaning on a staff with the carving of a life-like snake wrapped around it. The white braid of his beard swinging back and forth while he shook his head dejectedly.

Mattie’s voice startled them all when she asked, So, Leto, have any of the others come back as well?

The Draconian recovered from his shock rather quickly. No. Your father and Tobias are still at Belladonna’s. They were having a rather lively debate when I left.

The two tall and muscular women looked at each other, but Mattie could only see Gan’s expressions. Contrite wasn’t among them, that was certain. Anger, concern, and confusion flashed within those red-brown eyes before she finally settled on smug.

The chuckle Gan made could never cover the gravelly quality of her voice. If you came to lecture me about the boy, don’t waste your breath, child. Tem has already given me an earful.

Leto’s complexion paled when flames appeared on Mattie’s fingertips, but he wasn’t the one she took a step towards. The direction of her wrath came across with a sharp bellow, "Those kids are off-limits—off-limits! Do you two hear me!?"

Gan uncrossed her arms and causally put her hand on the onyx hilt of the broadsword at her side. Mattie’s eyes narrowed at that action and menacingly growled. Tem swiftly placed her bow on her back and positioned herself right between her sister and the irate woman.

Your anger is understandable, she began with her hands held up in a placating manner, those pale blue eyes pleading more than her voice ever could. But the one you call Dougal sought us out.

Leto didn’t become as ancient as he was without being intelligent enough to know when to retreat. He backed away from the trio when Mattie snarled, That should not have mattered! They are children and are under my protection!

We cannot change our natures, Mathilda of the Stone, explained Tem, causing Mattie to shiver from hearing that title spoken aloud. But perhaps we can amend them.

Mattie caught the stern look on Tem’s face before that head of hers turned towards Gan. The other creature’s brow furrowed for a moment before her gaze turned as cold as ice. Tem’s fists clenched in response. The air was thick with power for a heartbeat before the black-haired one finally just let out a frustrated huff.

As long as Selina and the one you call Dougal are wards of your family, grumbled Gan with reluctance in her voice. I swear that any reasonable help they ask of me will not come at a price. Any unreasonable requests from them will be flatly refused.

Tem was visibly relieved when she faced Mattie again. That will go for me as well, I swear it! she said with a quick nod of her head. Our main purpose here is to help keep you out of trouble, not to cause more.

You could have fooled me!

Gan glared at Mattie’s snarky attitude. Believe it or not, child, you will need us before all is said and done. And even though old habits are known to die hard, I am glad the one you call Dougal doesn’t owe me anything. He seems like a good lad, and to be indebted to me is seldom a kindness.

Now that statement was one Mattie could believe. Taking a deep breath, she willed the fire in her hands to gradually go out. You do know that this stunt makes it less likely that my father will let either one of you step a single foot onto the estate?

He is the Lord Duke of this place, said Gan with a shrug. She removed her hand from her weapon and crossed her arms again. That folly will be completely up to him.

Tem rolled her eyes. We’ll do what we can from the perimeter if need be, she said with a sigh. Though being able to stay closer to you would be better.

Despite what Helka thinks, I don’t need any bodyguards!

Heat rose into Mattie’s cheeks when Gan let out a derisive snort. If that’s true, child, then where is Crepus?

Gan’s jab about the ancient sword being absent had Mattie swiftly turning and storming back down into the estate, the ancient one’s dark chuckles worrying at her heels.

***

Luckily, the Draconian made no mention of Gan’s parting comment when he caught up to Mattie. There was concern in his eyes, but the cause was uncertain. The two walked in silence for a bit before he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.

Mattie came to a halt and demanded, What?

Before I head to the caretaker’s house so I can collapse into a real bed, he said with a weary sigh. I thought I should let you know why the others are still with the king.

Her arms crossed themselves on their own. Well?

They are trying to get permission from Belladonna to have Tobias cast a spell so they can view the poor man’s dreams.

Mattie’s eyebrow rose in surprise. "They want to do what?"

The ancient creature closed his eyes as if in pain. Easton has horrifying nightmares about the attack, but no conscious memories. It’s as if his mind has blocked out that chunk of time completely, including any dreams he has about it.

Mattie knew from experience that magic wasn’t necessarily the culprit behind the king’s inability to remember. The human brain sometimes took care of its owner’s sanity by moving traumatic events into a deep, dark hole. And if almost being mauled to death didn’t count as torturous, then nothing would.

So we still have no idea on what type of creature attacked him, and we think this is the only way we can? Mattie asked, seeking clarification. Are they sure they want to do this!? Dreams aren’t always accurate you know.

Leto’s expression remained dejected. We know, but that Agnes woman said Soul Walking wouldn’t be much of a help. At least, not if we want the man to remain sane.

Mattie shuddered. A madman on the throne would be the last thing Menapolin needed, but that was not the only reason she felt uncomfortable. I know Agnes is right, but there has to be another way. Our dreams reveal too much of our inner selves.

Hence the intense discussion I willingly left behind. I made it quite plain that I’m thoroughly against the idea, but I learned long ago not to carry any argument too far with a king.

That comment made Mattie cringe, considering one such conflict had eventually led to the death of all the other Draconians. Leto saw her pained expression, and he gave her a sad smile. Yes, sometimes life’s lessons can haunt us long after they are finished. But those situations can also help us show others how to avoid the same pitfalls.

He leaned towards Mattie, and it seemed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. That is why I must ask you to set aside time to learn what you can from me. I’ve wasted too much already and missed the opportunity to impart knowledge to Garin.

The pit in her stomach got heavier. You can’t know that. He can still come back!

I have no doubt that he’ll return, but something tells me that I won’t be here when he does, the tone in his voice nothing but crestfallen. So please, Mattie, don’t make an old fool beg. Let me teach you while I still have a chance.

Though she had so much already on her plate, she found herself quickly agreeing. Late afternoons would be best.

Relief flooded him. His wrinkled features softened and the tension left his body. Tomorrow then, he said with a nod.

Watching the ancient being head for the three-bedroom house, Mattie could only shake her head. It had been a long and almost unbelievable day. The Last Draconian, two former goddesses, and a pair of teenagers—how in the hell did her life get so complicated?

Chapter 3

Garin scratched his chin, wishing his devil of a half-brother would allow him a chance to shave. Esus, however, wasn’t about to give him a blade for any length of time, no matter how small. That much was made clear during their discussion earlier. At least the elf had accepted his excuse that the exercises he planned on continuing to perform each morning were to keep his muscles from severely cramping on a long journey. Hopefully, none of them would see through that lie.

A brief image then flickered through his mind, one of Mattie handing Dougal a book of ancient folklore. The sigh that followed couldn’t be helped. Downside of a monotonous ride along the banks of Hawk’s Run was that his thoughts automatically wandered towards his wife. With their connection, it was easy to catch a stray emotion or a peek at what she was doing.

It made him miss her all the more.

Aeris, is there a problem?

His guard’s sincere question filled Garin with gratitude that not every elf considered him a traitor. At least, not yet. The brown-haired captain had made it a point to keep using the honorific reserved for royal bastards, even after Esus had contemptuously told the group from the beginning that addressing their prisoner as just Von Bos would do. The use of his surname alone had always been a blatant insult! It would have been one hell of a lot better to just call him by his first name and leave things at that.

Shaking his head in an effort to keep the lifelong issues with his brother from creeping up, Garin softly answered, Just wishing for home, Bellator.

I can understand that, Aeris, said the elf with a slow nod. My wife and child are awaiting me at the end of this journey, and a day hasn’t gone by when my thoughts haven’t turned towards them.

Knowing the question wasn’t considered rude by these people but expected, Garin asked, Your true child then?

Bellator’s smile was full of fatherly pride. My mate says the girl is a female version of me, so it is very likely.

That is a blessing.

Every child is a blessing, added the guard riding behind them. Even when they are as wild as my own.

A snort came from the elf in front of them. Please, Drius, your son is tame compared to my little troublemaker.

I doubt that, Seredates.

We’ll wager on that later after we make camp, said Bellator with a chuckle. Let us not attract the Silva’s attention too mightily.

Garin had to agree with that. The last thing he wanted was another droning conversation with Esus. The only good thing so far was that his brother had put him and his six guards at the end of the column. Unfortunately, it was a small contingent with only fifteen armored soldiers and wasn’t quite big enough to hide from Esus’ scrutiny completely.

Though it was still large enough to cause alarm in the residents as they passed through the land.

A woman had just pulled her children into the safety of their home and slammed the door when Seredates mumbled, I think that makes thirty souls we’ve scared today.

Considering we’ve passed less than twenty homes, that makes it more than one hundred percent, added Drius with disappointment. Where are all the bloodthirsty humans from the old tales?

Probably in the same place as all the murderous elves, countered Garin testily.

Well said, snickered Bellator. We should remember that most stories fall short of truth, often colored by the views of the teller.

Garin shook his head dejectedly, doubting yet again that these two worlds would ever understand each other. It’s actually the armor more than anything else that frightens them. Without it, we would have only garnered their curiosity.

Drius sounded bewildered when he insisted, But our armor is a sign that we highly respect them. It’s worn during any formal dealings with humankind.

I know that, replied Garin, starting to regret that he had entered this conversation. But to many of these people, it signifies a potential for hostile conflict.

Well, that would explain why they run like frightened rabbits, conceded Seredates. I wonder if our Ausas knows this.

She does, growled Garin to himself. Iantha loved reminding everyone of the power at her command. And fear was one of her favorite emotions to instill in others.

A new voice entered the conversation, sounding a bit perturbed. It was the guard, Lucero, who was riding in front of Seredates. It matters little if she does or not. Our Ausas orders us to follow this tradition, so we obey.

The sigh from Bellator was barely heard before the elf readily admitted, That is true. Let us hope then that our passage causes naught else but a good story for these poor folk to tell.

***

After Lucero’s interjection into the conversation, talk had died down between the guards. If Bellator’s eye roll was any indication, the elf wasn’t well liked by the others. Garin couldn’t help but wonder if the divisions within the Arduenna Kingdom went deeper than he had previously thought. While he had helped some to escape immediate imprisonment or worse, there might be many who secretly harbored the same sentiments as the recent deserters.

Problem was, he didn’t know whether or not he could use this knowledge to his advantage. From the day she had pulled Cambyses’ shade back from the dead and became the true power behind the throne, Iantha quickly learned how to instill terror into her people. After killing her eldest son and losing a quarter of her subjects that very night, stories were still whispered about how many an elf had disappeared after voicing aloud any modicum of dissent during the Great War. Adding in the fact that she had executed all remaining Soul Callers and Shadow Benders once hostilities had ended, and her people quickly learned how to keep their opinions to themselves!

And Garin doubted anyone would be willing to say one word to him while many were currently accusing him of being a traitor. He technically wasn’t one since the order for all who had traveled with him to seek asylum in Crosshawk had come from Cambyses himself. But the likelihood Iantha would have even hinted that her own mate had been behind the exodus was about the same as a minnow breathing on dry land.

A sudden flash of silver in the corner of his eye interrupted Garin’s pondering. A quick intake of breath was the only indication he allowed of his surprise. That bit of magical light had come from a shapeshifter who was a part of the royal bloodlines! Was someone following him? And if so, who?

So intent was he on scanning the nearby area for a familiar form, the voice beside him almost caused him to fall off the saddle. Von Bos, cackled Esus’ shieldman, Artair. What are you doing?

Just thought I saw something unusual by the trees, said Garin, trying to swallow the growl. But it appears to have been nothing but the wind.

A fresh set of chuckles was the response, causing Garin’s eyes to narrow. He had never gotten along with this elf. Artair’s features and attitudes were eerily similar to his half-brother’s. Until Esus had tangled with something that had left his face scarred, the green eyes had been the only difference between the two. The temptation to punch this look-alike on principle alone was great.

The elf’s acerbic tone didn’t help keep that desire at bay. You’ve gotten twitchy in your old age, Von Bos.

Say instead that I’ve learned quite well that danger can come from the most unexpected of places.

I guess when one has experienced as many accidents as you have, jumping at shadows would have become little more than a survival instinct.

It was difficult for Garin to keep his voice level after that sharp reminder of all the times Esus had tried to kill him in the past. Considering your place is at the Silva’s side, Artair, what pressing matter brings you to me? I doubt it was to merely comment on my state of mind.

Artair gave the tiniest of nods. You are correct that I had another reason to seek you out. Our Weather Guide seems to be having problems determining whether or not it will snow tonight. Our Silva humbly admits that the gift is stronger in you and requests your help with this.

Garin bit back the rather colorful retort on the tip of his tongue. Telling them all to go to hell and then some sounded real good right about now! But he took a deep breath instead and grumbled, Very well.

Closing his eyes, Garin sent his senses out for as far as they could reach—which was well beyond the boundaries of Menapolin. It was moments like this that he was reminded why he had gained more power over the element of Air after the Dragon’s Heart had changed him. The currents as they danced or shoved their way across the land were always at the edge of his mind. Pressures could lift like a cloud or slam like a fist. And after keenly feeling these ebbs and flows the whole of his life, he could easily predict their patterns.

Tomorrow, said Garin with certainty in his voice. Most likely in the morning.

"The Silva will be pleased that you are at least useful for something on this trip,"

Artair’s comment released the growl that Garin had been holding back. Tell my damn brother to come over here next time and ask me for help himself!

I will convey your request, said the elf with a smirk, as if he was pleased that he had pushed Garin beyond proper etiquette. But I doubt he will fulfill that one or any other you may make.

We’ll see.

Artair just shook his head before encouraging his steed to rush forward. After the other elf got halfway towards the front, Bellator let out an indignant noise. The next words he whispered reflected Garin’s thoughts: This has the stirrings of nothing but trouble.

Chapter 4

"If it wasn’t for the fact my Ausas ordered that we bring you back alive, I’d readily kill a half-breed traitor like you! Since you already bear the shame of one, I’m not sure why the others still show you any respect!"

Garin just let out a sigh and frankly said, My long hair was a casualty of a madman’s schemes, nothing more. And if it weren’t for the fact that I gave my word to behave myself, I’d respond to all your rude comments by giving you a beating you wouldn’t soon forget.

You could try, the elf growled, causing Garin to glare at the universe.

The kindest thing that could be said in regards to Marcel was that this guard was refreshingly honest about his feelings! And not just about the fact that Garin’s hair had been so severely shorn after his short captivity in the Mage’s Stronghold. While some in Arduenna had learned to accept the fact that he had a human father, many still held the belief that those who weren’t pure elf should be in a class far below the rest. As their queen’s son, it had made for some rather infuriating conversations over the years.

Including the never-ending one this evening. Marcel had been trying to rile Garin up ever since they had worked to erect their shelter for the night. Unfortunately, there was no choice when it came to his bunkmates. Esus had wisely ordered the elves to rotate this nightly duty, mainly to keep Garin from winning any of them over.

Little chance of that ever happening with this one!

Taking in what was supposed to be a calming breath after that bitter thought, Garin turned to face the enraged elf. Marcel’s green eyes were hidden deep within that scowl, despite the fact that the long blond hair was smartly pulled back into a ponytail. Garin couldn’t help but imagine the satisfaction he would feel if he could lop all those locks off—with or without the head still attached.

Look, Garin finally growled when he crossed his arms, trying to resist the temptation to make matters worse. We’re stuck in the same tent for the night. So let’s just agree that we dislike one another and that we’ll each stick with silently glaring our hatred towards the other.

I don’t take orders from half-breeds!

Suit yourself, Garin said as it took every ounce of his self-control to just shrug his shoulders and turn his attention back to the task at hand. Bedding that had been given him needed unrolled and aired out before the evening meal.

Garin heard the vicious snarl behind him, waited three seconds, and then took a swift step to his right. The leather flap violently swung back and forth when Marcel went flying through it! Indignant shouts soon followed when the would-be attacker obviously landed in someone else’s tent.

Some things never change, muttered Garin to himself while he started to undo the bedroll.

His shoulders tensed when the front flap opened, but he relaxed them when he turned his head and saw that the newcomer was only Bellator. The elf had a rather bemused expression on his face when he asked, Problems, Aeris?

Garin shook his head; he learned long ago that nothing good ever came from tattling on an elf. Not that I know of.

The neighboring tent would beg to differ, said Bellator with a snort. What happened?

Garin shrugged. Maybe Marcel tripped over something. I just know he was here one moment and then gone the next.

There was a lot of yelling on his part before his hasty and ill-positioned exit.

Perhaps his anger made him lose his sense of direction.

Bellator released a weary sigh but did not offer any additional comments. Angry shouts then came from outside before Marcel stormed into the tent. If flashing eyes of rage could have shot firebolts, Garin had no doubt he’d be a pile of ash by now. But Marcel quickly noticed the captain was standing there, so whatever was about to come out of that mouth got swallowed down.

The Aeris said that your disturbance of the camp was caused by an accident, Bellator began with a stern voice. Is this true?

His bedroll tripped me, growled Marcel, looking even angrier than before.

The brown-haired elf’s expression indicated that he didn’t believe a word they had said, but he accepted the similar excuses anyways. Both of you, be more careful, he said as he left the tent. Making too much noise attracts the wrong kind of attention.

Though they both readily voiced their understanding, Garin couldn’t help but notice that the intensity of Marcel’s glare had not changed one bit. So much for trying to help keep them both out of trouble. This was