Aftermath (A Wingborn Series Extended Epilogue)
By Becca Lusher
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Yullik ses-Khennik is dead, the kaz-naghkt are defeated and Aquila belongs to the Rift Riders once more. Life is returning to normal.
Except, for those caught up in the recent events, life isn't normal anymore. Heroic deeds do not always result in glorious rewards and few escaped unscathed.
Heart-worn, wounded and weary, Mhysra, Cumulo and their friends must now find a way to pick themselves up and live on in a world they helped make safe. At times the future may look bleak, but love, friendship and found families have their ways of making everything better again.
For anyone who didn't want to say goodbye to the Wingborn series just yet, or perhaps wondered what might happen to all those little romances, this one is for you.
Becca Lusher
Having an overactive imagination hasn’t always been a good thing: I spent much of my childhood scared of the dark and terrified by the stories my older sister told me (mostly to stop her being the only one afraid of the dark). These days I find it useful. I love stories, I love fantasy, I love things with wings, stars and the world around me, and I have great fun combining them all into my stories.Born in the UK, I live in the wild south-west where I run around with my dogs and get bossed about by cats, while taking photos of gorgeous landscapes, reading lots of books and climbing rocks.I’ve also been known to write stories.
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Aftermath (A Wingborn Series Extended Epilogue) - Becca Lusher
AFTERMATH
An Extended Epilogue
to the WINGBORN series
BECCA LUSHER
All characters and events in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © Becca Lusher 2020
Cover design and images Copyright © Becca Lusher
Except: Wing Vector Copyright © Silverrose111/Fotolia
Smashwords Edition
1st Edition
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Table of Contents
AFTERMATH
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty One
Chapter Thirty Two
Epilogue
Misfits of Aquila
Blazing Dawn
About the Author
~ ~ ~
To Friends and Romantics
and anyone who just didn’t want to let go.
This is for you.
~ ~ ~
One
Morri
Aquila
10th Gale
THEY WERE THE words nobody wanted to hear.
I’m sorry, Mhysra, there’s too much damage, and it’s too late to put it right.
I’m sorry, Lyrai, the burns are too severe. Your arm will never be the same.
I’m sorry, Stirla, I can’t save your eye.
I’m sorry, Jaymes, I can’t save your hand.
I’m sorry, Derry, your back will never fully heal. You can walk, but you’ll have pain for the rest of your life.
I’m sorry, Hurricane, your wing will always be weak. You can fly, but you won’t be able to carry a passenger for long.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
Harsh words and broken dreams, and Morri was the one unlucky enough to deliver them all. He was the head healer; it was his responsibility and he owed it to his friends to tell them himself. He’d worked tirelessly for almost a month, trying to nurse them all back to perfect health, exhausting his magic, his knowledge and himself, but eventually even he had to stop.
If only they’d reached him sooner. If only he’d been on hand to heal them immediately. Elder Goryal had tried their best, but they’d had to stretch their magic thin to cover all the injuries. If only Morri had been with them instead of trapped on the mountain, bound by ancient ties never to leave. Everything would have been different then, but he didn’t bother saying it. They all knew the truth, even before Morri delivered the stark words.
He felt awful and wouldn’t have been surprised if any or all of them had blamed him for failing. He felt like he’d failed, even if Nightriver and Goryal assured him that his worst opponent would always be time and there was little he could do to fight it.
He still felt guilty.
Which was why he was surprised to be invited down to the lake for an impromptu picnic on an unseasonably pleasant day. Aquila was never warm in Gale Month, but the sight of the sun peeking between storm clouds was enough to lift anyone’s spirits, so the group of old students and friends wrapped up warm and sat outside in defiance of the clouds that were building.
It was quite a different view to the one they were used to. Gone were the rushing river and roaring falls, along with the grand bridge and the eyries above. The Lawn upon which they had sunbathed and relaxed in happier times was now under several feet of water, while the practice barn in which they’d all first picked up their Rider swords was open to the sky and flooded with rubble and water.
Keeping a close eye on Mhysra and Derrain, who were being heavily supported by the others, Morri picked his way across the islet that had been created using the leftover rubble from the barn roof. He sat close to the edge, where the dark water lapped against a cracked lintel stone. Something stirred in the deeps. Morri smiled.
Myran’s worked wonders,
Lyrai said, as the friends settled in a loose circle around the bulging picnic baskets carried by Dhori and Silveo. I can’t believe it’s only been five months since the tower fell.
And only three since he started rebuilding,
Silveo said, digging into his basket and handing around the plates. The man knows how to get the best out of his workers and no mistake.
The others murmured their agreement and set to dishing out the various foods. Morri accepted a plate from Haelle with a smile, his attention still on the view. Where once the river had cut a deep channel through the heart of the citadel, now it formed a wide lake across the ruins. The roaring falls had been split into several smaller streams, where the river picked its way amongst the wreckage of the tower and bridge to tumble through the remains of the town.
The old Aquila was gone. One tower remained, overlooking the silvery falls, but the eyries had been moved right back to the natural wall that separated the upper lake valley from Aquila’s smaller, lower one. There were several bridges too, of varying size and strength. They leapt from one side of the lake to the other, some vertiginously high, while others barely skimmed the surface. Morri had his doubts about how long those lower ones would last come the Thaw Month floods, and he wasn’t too keen to try out the very highest. Still, at least there were now several ways to walk from one side of the citadel to the other, which was the most important thing.
His infirmary sprawled along the western side, tucked up against the mountain, not too far from the new eyries. Now he could treat miryhls as well as Riders all in the same space, which seemed to improve everyone’s recovery. It had wide windows that looked out over the water and pleasant leafy trees had been planted to help keep things fresh and green in his sheltered corner of the citadel. His personal rooms were tucked underneath, close to the water, complete with a doorstep over which the lake edge lapped.
The town had been removed completely. Some of the old families had chosen to relocate to Buteo, fully out of the line of any future conflicts, while others preferred to cultivate the upper reaches of the eastern mountain, living within the protective curtain wall of the Heights. The more useful folk – the bakers, tanners and smiths, amongst others – had moved into the citadel itself, forming their own community amongst the Riders.
Here, Morri, try this cheese.
Haelle tapped him on the arm, drawing him away from his thoughts and back to his friends. He found it hard to look at any of them and not feel his failures. Harder still not to notice who was missing. No Greig, no Corin, no Nehtl. It reminded him that no matter how injured the rest of them were, they had survived. Which was pretty remarkable, all things considered.
To us,
he declared, raising his glass. Saviours of Aquila and the Overworld.
The others raised their glasses of water, wine and juice, echoing him with smiles.
And what a sorry bunch we make,
Stirla mused, making the others chuckle.
Morri looked at his apple juice, tilting the golden liquid to shine in the sun. In what world were the heroes rewarded so poorly? They’d saved the citadel and the Overworld, but at the expense of their own dreams and futures.
He looked at each of them in turn, heart aching for what had been lost. Jaymes no longer able to hold the bow he was once so skilled at. Haelle no longer the graceful runner. Derrain no longer the tall, strong warrior. Lyrai no longer able to use his dominant hand, bonded with a miryhl he could no longer ride. Stirla half-blind and cruelly scarred. And the one his heart hurt for more than all the others put together, Mhysra: the Wingborn who could no longer fly. By comparison, his inability to leave the mountains was the most minor of inconveniences.
It’s not fair.
Sitting next to him, Haelle smiled, something she was getting better at as her grief slowly eased. Life never is, dear healer. You of all people should know that.
The others murmured their agreement.
You still deserve better,
Silveo said softly, looking sad and guilty, although it was hardly his fault he’d come through their ordeal without any major injuries to show for it. He and Dhori were definitely in the minority. They had a couple of scratches and scars, but were otherwise unscathed.
Morri looked between the pair of them now, seeing a faint similarity in their silver eyes and perhaps the shape of their jaw, and wondered what Silveo’s ancestry looked like. Morri’s friends had told him all about Dhori’s intriguing secrets, and since they both originated in North Point, Morri wondered if a drop of divine blood might have been what had kept his silver-haired friend safe through the years.
Whether it had or not, Morri could only be grateful for it. He’d lost too many friends, and Silveo was one of the best. Seeing him sitting beside Jaymes, his arm stretched behind the redhead’s back, Morri smiled. They deserved happiness. All of them did.
So what now?
Haelle asked, after the sombre silence had stretched on for too long.
My mother’s invited me back to Nimbys,
Mhysra said, from where she lay with her head in Lyrai’s lap. Now that neither of them were officially Rift Riders anymore, they were making no effort to hide their relationship. They were never too blatant in their displays of affection, but it was rare for them to be close and not touching. Like now, as Lyrai stroked Mhysra’s dark curly hair. Both looked far more content than Morri would have thought possible, but he was happy for them.
Mhysra sighed. It’s time to take Kilai home.
There was a swirl in the dark waters of the lake. Morri glanced over and glimpsed an enormous scaled tail. Nightriver had been hard at work recovering the bodies from beneath the mountain – Kilai Kilpapan was one of many.
I think I’ll join you,
Stirla announced, much to Morri’s surprise. Even with his reduced eyesight, Dean Myran had offered the lieutenant a place on the teaching staff should he choose not to continue with the Riders. He’d offered places to Lyrai and Mhysra too, but they’d opted to step away from Aquila for a while to consider their futures. Stirla had chosen to stay with the Riders, at least for now. Or so Morri had thought.
Lyrai smiled. Lady Milluqua will be pleased.
Ah, that explained it. Romance. Perhaps some of them would get their rewards, after all.
I’ll come too,
Derrain said quietly. Of them all, he was the one who worried Morri the most. Mhysra had Lyrai to turn to, Jaymes had Silveo, Stirla it appeared also had someone with whom he could find happiness as well as his continued Rider career, but Derrain seemed so alone. All his life he had been big, tall and strong, now his height was often stooped and that same broad back had weakened him. His life as a Rider was over and there would be no returning to the skyships either. Morri worried for him.
Mhysra reached from her prone position to take Derrain’s hand. Good.
Derrain smiled at her and Morri’s concern lightened just a little. Derrain wasn’t entirely alone, not when Mhysra was around. Perhaps he didn’t have to worry about him. Perhaps he didn’t have to worry about any of them. They’d been his patients, but they were also his friends and he knew how resilient they were.
To us,
he said again, raising his glass a second time. And our bright new futures.
To us,
they all agreed, and chinked their glasses together in a gleam of winter sun.
Two
Cumulo
WHAT HAPPENS TO us now?
Zephyr asked the question that had been playing on many a miryhl mind of late. Where do we go? What do we do? How do miryhls cope when they’re not Riders anymore?
Basking in the sunshine of the courtyard between the eyries and the infirmary, Cumulo opened his eyes and looked around, surprised to find his friends and fellow flock mates all watching him, waiting for an answer. He blinked.
What do Wingborn do when they’re not Riders?
Hurricane asked, a glint in his eye suggesting that he knew Cumulo had been snoozing and caught on the hop.
His words also made several things in Cumulo’s sun-dazzled brain drop into place. You’re still Riders,
he said, shuffling his wings and pulling himself together. He’d spent the first fifteen years of his life never expecting to be a Rider, purely because Mhysra had been born female, while the rest of his friends had been raised to consider no other future. If anyone could guide them through their cruelly altered futures, it was him. And no matter where they went or what they did, miryhls were always Riders.
Hardly,
Argon snorted sceptically, having become quite the grim little rain cloud in the months since Jaymes had picked up a dragonet to bond with. Rift Riders live and train at Aquila. They’re soldiers and protectors. They’re part of the command structure.
And we’re not,
Wisp agreed mournfully, every bit as miserable as Argon, but with a hundred times more right to be. Her Rider was dead. She was alone in the world.
Cumulo couldn’t begin to imagine the pain of that. It was bad enough that Mhysra might never be able to sit on his back and fly with him again, but at least she lived. He hadn’t lost his Wingborn. He would never be alone.
We’re still Riders,
Hurricane said softly, backing Cumulo up. Changed, wounded, grief-stricken and battered, but we’re still the miryhls we’ve always been, and we were made to protect this world. Do any of you plan to stop?
Atyrn ruffled her feathers. Of course not,
she said gruffly, eyeing the group on the lookout for any shirkers. It was easy for her to say, because despite Stirla’s injuries they were still official Riders. Still lieutenants. Still fighting. Still flying.
Lucky for some.
Zephyr sighed. Almost as big as Atyrn, bulky, beautiful and strong, there was nothing about her that suggested she shouldn’t be a Rider anymore. Except her human was hurt and, like Cumulo, she might never get to fly with Derrain again. That still doesn’t answer my question. What happens to us now? Where do we go? What do we do?
The answer was obvious. To Cumulo, at least. We stay with our people,
he said, and tipped an apologetic nod to Wisp. Or find new ones to stay with.
I couldn’t.
The little miryhl shook her head, voice tight. I… no. It’s not possible.
I didn’t mean bond again with someone new,
Cumulo told her, with a gentleness he could never have expressed had he not so nearly lost his Wingborn. It wasn’t the same thing, he knew, but it granted him a glimpse of understanding. I meant with us. All of us or some of us, whatever you choose. You will always be welcome. You’re one of us.
She dipped her head, the feathers on her crest rising bashfully, as she whispered, Thank you.
Cumulo caught the approving look in Hurricane’s eye and felt rather bashful himself. He shook his wings briskly, embarrassed that so many had witnessed his tender moment. The rest of you too, of course.
His voice was gruff, so he cleared his throat before adding, I don’t know what Mhysra’s plans are yet – I’m not certain she knows herself – but if we settle at Wrentheria, there will be room and plenty of welcome for all of you. They’d be lucky to have such fine eagles as any of you. Even if we don’t, we’ll always find room for you, one and all.
So that’s settled,
Atyrn declared. Riders stay together, even when they’re not official Riders anymore.
She gave a firm nod.
Zephyr crackled her beak, still looking pensive, and Cumulo nudged Hurricane with his wing. The big marble miryhl cast him a sideways glance, so Cumulo nodded towards Zephyr as discreetly as he could. Hurricane waggled his beak; Cumulo glared at him.
Just because he’d been sweet to Wisp, didn’t mean he was going to be nice all the time. Hurricane was the nice one; Cumulo was the cocky one. Their entire world might have been turned upside down and inside out, but some things would never change.
Go talk to her,
he growled at his supposed-beloved.
But you’ve been doing so well.
Hurricane chuckled. I don’t want to steal your sunlight.
Cumulo tossed his head, unwilling to deal with such silliness any longer. However, deep down, he was relieved that Hurricane was in such good spirits. Cumulo might not have been able to fly with Mhysra any longer, but at least he could still fly under his own power, as fast and as far as he always had. Hurricane couldn’t. He could barely glide ten feet without jumping off something high first. In time his wing-strength should improve, but it was unlikely he would ever carry Lyrai again.
But if Hurricane could make jokes – even at Cumulo’s expense – then perhaps his deeper wounds were healing. Cumulo dearly hoped so. Hurricane deserved the chance to laugh. He’d earned it. They all had.
While his marbled beloved sidled around their group to talk to Zephyr in hushed tones, Cumulo looked at the rest of the miryhls gathered in the sunshine. Outwardly, they looked a glossy, healthy bunch, with no cares to trouble them. Inwardly, all were hurting in their own sorrowed ways. Even Latinym, who of course had come through everything unscathed since his Rider was a god, yet he and Dhori had regrets too.
So much had been lost in the recent war, so much else had been taken by Yullik ses-Khennik’s final defeat. Wisp’s Rider was lost, Cumulo’s and Zephyr’s were wounded beyond the ability to fly, Hurricane had been invalided out of the corps, along with the Riders of both Argon and Thunder, while Vehro’s had resigned to join the healers. Atyrn and Stirla were the healthiest pair of the bunch – not counting Latinym and Dhori, because they never counted – but even they would need time to adjust to Stirla’s one-eyed state.
It was all a big, horrible, miserable mess, but they’d made it through somehow. They’d faced down every challenge that the monstrous Yullik had thrown at