Passage

By D M Owens

The kingdom of Debdran is no friend to magic, a truth Aesa of Renfall must learn. In spite of her tragic childhood and suspicious neighbours, Aesa grows in kindness and spirit. She learns to love and to live.

But what the people of Debdran once feared most, could be the one power to save them from obliteration.

Aesa must journey across land and sea to quench her thirst for retribution. But in order to reach her goal, first she must maintain her wavering grip on sanity and keep her small family alive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D M Owens
• Release date: May 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781782808336

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Part 1: Debdran

The Beginning

There is an old saying in the kingdom of Debdran, you are that of which you are born. In the cities, the saying had been twisted as their hearts turned as grey as the walls they built, a person’s character was defined not by their own actions, but by that of those who had sired them. Out in the rural areas, where people still held sway to the traditions of those that had come before them; the saying had an entirely different meaning. It was in one of the southern hamlet villages, Renfall, that a wail cracked through the night air. The noise was barely discernible against the storm that raged around the small wooden house the inhabitants called home. It was deep into the summer, the air was both hot and muggy. Within the small house a young woman with dark curls cut straight at her chin, afforded only a moment’s notice at the raging wind battering at the windows. The wind was fierce and hot, the polar opposite of the rain which lashed from the skies, Vita’s dress was still sodden through from the journey here in the storm. Shivering from not only the cold water seeping into her skin but also from the pain she bore as her twin sister Sana screamed, pushing the child she had carried for nine moons out of her body. Vita put all of her concentration into not crying out, instead ensuring this child was brought safely into the world. For although Sana had been Vita’s life for many years, unused to sharing any part of her with another, this babe she welcomed with open arms; for this babe she would give up their past and look instead to their future. As the storm reached its peak, the wind blowing so hard a window cracked in the outer room, the aggressive rain beating a steady rhythm on the roof, Sana let out her final scream and a tiny baby girl fell into Vita’s shaking hands. It took a moment, but finally another wail joined in with the storm, this a cry of life.

Welcome to the world our little tempest. We have been eager to meet you. Vita whispered softly, looking at Sana with tears in her blue eyes. You did it sister, here is your little girl. Sana held out her weakened arms, a glow of joy in her eyes and smile.

Welcome daughter, you are of the storm, and for this I shall name you Aesa. The storm raged on, but the three of them felt safe and content in their circle of joy; knowing nothing of neither the true nature of the future, nor the accuracy of Aesa’s naming.

Chapter 1

Vita’s hands visibly shook when she finally reached her home, a small cabin nestled into the foot of the Bewychwood Forest. Whilst she was within easy distance of her villagers, once within the wooden walls of her small and modest home, she felt at peace, away from the world and all of its problems. The huge, thick trunked trees felt safe, like she was nestled into her mother’s arms. Settling herself down at her oak table top, Vita took a cup filled with warm water and calming Thail leaves, allowing the heat to spread through her fingers and up her arms, soothing her nerves. Despite her prowess as a Healer, there was little she could do for the thoughts rushing through her head. The truth of the matter was that Vita was afraid and it was not an emotion she was accustomed to.

Bloody burn it! She exclaimed to herself. Sana had never approved of her twin’s choice of wording, but it had never bothered Vita before and she was not about to start fretting over it now. She had apprenticed to Healer Lania for six summers before the aged Healer’s death two summers ago. She had seen countless births, from the easy to the deadly. And she had seen the glow of happiness surround many women as they looked upon their babe’s for the first time. But never had she witnessed what she had seen this evening, for the glow had emanated from Sana’s skin. It was barely noticeable; could even be marked down to the hot weather or the pain of childbirth. But Vita had known it was not a natural thing, and she had seen Sana’s husband, Adrian’s, eyes glance slightly to Sana’s pale arms before focusing his attention on Aesa. It had been magic. Before Adrian had even had a chance to take the babe in his own arms, she had instructed him that both must stay in bed for at least four more nights. She would return then, for first she must make the trip to her treasure trove of herbs, nestled in the Healers Hand within the mountains on the far side of the forest. There, she had found a wealth of plants and herbs three summers before and had begun using them in her poultices. At the start of every spring and in the middle of summer she would return to stockpile; but the crops grew weak closer to autumn so she must leave soon. When she returned she would see if the glow had disappeared. If so, she could forget all about it, put it down to the stress of the birth. Though even that was an understatement. For despite all of her experience, Vita had never before attended a birth where she felt as though she were going through the ordeal. A shiver ran through her and a single tear shed itself from her eyes. Vita would never know the feeling of childbirth naturally, only through the mystical bond she held with her sister. A sacred secret they had never told anyone except their mother, who had long since passed. Staring down at her lifeless legs, Vita allowed a tiny trickle of pity for herself and her future, before shutting the pain away and grabbing her canes. If she were not going to get any sleep then she may as well make her evening useful in her herb room.

Chapter 2

Sana blew one of the curls out of her face, her unruly hair had a mind of its own, and today its mind was to get in her way. She smiled at Aesa, who was helping her bake by bringing ingredients from the pantry. The small hands she had inherited from her mother were useful for fishing things out of the jars, but the small fingers clumsy. At that moment Aesa wiped a curl of rebellious hair out of her bright blue eyes and a bark of laughter escaped Sana’s lips at how similar they were. Their house was modest, and that was how she liked it, though with four rooms it was still bigger than many. The wood had been cut from the forest she loved and the very smell of it was home, with beams high enough to fit even Adrian’s tall frame in. Her husband was long gone to work, as the Village Vendor it was his job to be up at the crack of dawn and ready for the day ahead. A Vendor was a very important role in the village, only coming below the Speaker in significance. His day to day job was the running of Renfall, organising market days with other villages, communicating with Messengers and any dignitaries or visitors. Renfall was a village mostly forgotten by the rest of the country, only the neighbouring villages and towns had anything to do with them. Some, such as Sana herself, saw their solitude as a blessing, it meant no tax demands from the royal family, no interference in how things were run in Renfall. However, not everybody shared her views, the demands to get involved in trade with the distant places of Debdran were growing; Adrian himself was determined to turn around the image of the back country village to that of a prosperous one. Sana’s mother had been a member of the Merchant’s Guild in Jacoby, meeting Sana’s father in Renfall when travelling with a merchant wagon. Vita and Sana had been raised to read and write, an unusual skill in these parts. When they had begun courting, Sana had patiently taught Adrian the use of letters, and now she taught all the children of the village who were willing. It infuriated her that so many adults did not want their children learning. All she wanted was to offer them a better chance, with the basic skills they could remain in Renfall or follow their dreams to bigger and more adventurous places. Since Adrian took on the role of Vendor four summers before, the most exciting visitor they had had was a Speaker from a neighbouring village and some Tinkers who brought with them a travelling circus. The role came with its benefits, Adrian’s involvement with the market days meant that he often browsed their wares before the rest of Renfall. Aesa’s doll, Magda, went everywhere with her and was one such perk. Sana was becoming accustomed to the position of Vendors wife, it brought her respect amongst the other women of the village. Being distant from the rest of Debdran, meant Renfall had never had a need for money. Many villagers simply traded wares, however this was changing with Adrian’s role. Wealth now had a place in Renfall. Only the evening before, Adrian had opened the door in a flourish, his eyes alight with excitement. The Messenger Guild had heard of his works to establish Renfall as a town, a centre of commerce for the southern regions of the country and they were taking word to the Merchant Guild in Jacoby itself. Aesa’s smiling face looked up over Magda, her button nose sprinkled with white flour giving the appearance of white freckles. Swooping her little girl up in her arms she hugged her close, burying her face in the dark hair which framed Aesa’s beautiful heart shaped face.

Do you want to take some of the sweet bread we made to Aunt Vita? She asked.

Yes please Mama! Can I stay there? I like helping Aunt Vita work. Aesa asked pleadingly. Sana doubted Aesa’s little hands were much good at helping, not to mention how clumsy she was, but she knew her sister enjoyed the company, so she consented.

Are you going to be a Healer one day? Her daughter nodded enthusiastically. How about I come collect you after supper? I’m sure Aunt Vita would like you to stay to help her eat her sweet bread. It was Vita’s favourite, for anyone else Vita would politely avoid offering the sugary snack, but for her niece she shared everything.

Thanks Mama! Grabbing the basket Aesa ran for the door before quickly rushing back and kissing Sana on the cheek. Sana had never known she could be so happy. Everything was absolutely perfect.

Aesa kept a tight grip on the basket of sweet bread. Despite her young age, she knew she would one day apprentice to her Aunt, it was all she had ever wanted. Aunt Vita always gave her things to learn and memorise, but there was a game Aesa had invented to help with her studies. The village was a network of dirt streets, the wooden houses erected haphazardly as the village had grown. Any villager could make their way from one end to the other, but Aesa explored her abilities, determined to know the quickest routes to all houses. There were many alley ways which were used for little other than hanging out ones washing and wood piles, but she knew them all and would use them in her studies, testing her knowledge of how to travel Renfall in the quickest time. Aunt Vita’s house was out of the village, but although Aesa was only small she could get there quicker than most of the adults. Down the side of their house was an alley with a bench Pa had made, she set off at a fast walk down the alley then onto one of the main streets of Renfall, if she carried on she could be at the Village Square in minutes, but instead she turned right at Mikel’s house. Mikel had so many children he had had to build a rickety second floor to his house, every time she saw his wife Mindi she seemed about ready to pop with another babe. Outside the front door, eight children of varying age laughed, cried and argued, Mindi appeared, yelling, with another belly full of baby, Aesa kept her head down and hurried past. She followed the thin alley as it wound around the shabby house and meandered past other dwellings and in half the time it would have taken with the conventional route, Aesa arrived in the Village Square. The weather was dry today but Renfall was prone to rain, turning the square into a muddy hole where feet quickly became stuck in the sludge. Long before Aesa’s time the villagers had erected a wooden walkway to surround the square in defiance of the extreme weather they had all year round. At the centre was a raised plinth were announcements were made, a stone pole with the laws of the village carved into its body. Along each of the walkways, there were a variety of shops. Whilst Aesa did not remember, her Pa had told her that only two summers before there had been no shops, just temporary stalls people bartered on, like a constant market day. She loved market day and had told him so, but he claimed the way in which Renfall traded was barbaric and it was time to evolve. Many of the buildings here stood two stories tall, similar to Mikel’s, but unlike his shabby exterior these were built from the wealth Renfall was now seeing. One stood apart from the others, made of stone rather than wood, the village centre was where her Pa worked with the Speaker. She crossed the square, kicking up dust as she trotted the bottom of her dark green skirt quickly covered in the dirt as she rushed through the village. She reached the other side and stepped up to the small gate which was the exit leading to Aunt Vita’s house. A wooden fence surrounded the whole village, it was the same height as her and she had always wondered what the purpose was as it could never keep anyone out. Voicing her opinion to her Pa had been met with a bark of laughter, who would we want to keep out? he had said. Well she was only little so how was she to know she had wanted to retort, but kept her mouth closed and pondered the question to herself.

Soon enough Aesa was out of the village and making her way down the dirt track to Aunt Vita’s home. The path ran parallel to the Bewychwood Forest, Aunt Vita often joked that it was to keep people away unless they really did need her aid. Many folk were afraid of the forest. She peeked into its dark mass as she walked, the trees so thick and the canopy so full that the sunlight barely reached the ground, giving an eerie feel, like all that stared back out at you was the darkness itself. But she knew it was a haven, not something to be feared, so skipped on blissfully.

Vita poured Aesa a hot milk, years of practice meant she was able to lean all of her weight onto one cane whilst she used her free arm to pass the cup to her niece before moving to sit with her. Her arms were thick in the top with muscle; some would say it was unladylike but she cared little, the point was that she was able to move at all. Vita pulled her brown shawl higher up on her shoulders for warmth, the end dropping into the bowl she had at the table. Scowling she muttered angrily to herself, wiping the tomato juice from the ends.

Aunt Vita!

What?

That’s a naughty word, Mama told me so.

Honestly, is it not enough that your bloody Ma tells me off when she is here, now she has you trained to watch me when she’s not! It’s a bloody miracle I’m still sane. Aesa was giggling which brought a smile to Vita’s glower. Have you been practising child?

Yes.

Let’s see then, what is this plant?

Hedbane, for pain.

Very good Aesa! But what are the risks? Aesa pulled her lower lip through her teeth in concentration, it was a trait she had picked up from her mother. Although she was barely seven summers old, her intelligence and tenacity were remarkable.

People can want it all the time, they can’t live without it.

Exactly darling. It is called an addiction, some people will come to us as Healers, asking us to heal them of their addictions, but there is little we can do, so when using Hedbane be sure to...

Small doses Aunt Vita, watered down and strained through a cloth for little hurts. Vita never ceased to be surprised at Aesa’s ability. She would be a great Healer one day. Despite the mature answers she gave, her small hands could barely hold the mug. Her fingertips were still covered in the different coloured paints they had used earlier that day, sitting together with a canvas and dipping their fingers in the paint tinctures Vita would make from different plants. The pictures were the only real decoration Vita had in her home, she had always been content with the view from her windows of the stunning forest she loved, but the pictures were her way of keeping Aesa with her in spirit. Throughout Vita’s life she had always believed that all she ever needed was Sana; but with Aesa’s birth came an understanding that there was so much more. At that moment, Aesa reached for her milk, instead knocking the mug over, Vita let out a loud laugh.

What are we going to do with you child? she exclaimed fondly.

Sana vigorously scrubbed at Adrian’s best tunic, desperately trying to get the stains from the cloth. Her hands were raw from the soapy water and her hair stuck to her head with sweat despite it being the opening of winter; washing clothes always proved to be a hot and bothersome task.

Has it come out yet? Adrian asked from his place on the armchair. She bit back a remark about him giving it a go rather than pestering her every couple of breaths. It looked as though Aesa had gotten her paint covered hands on the white cloth when she had come back from Vita’s house.

No dear, I’ll get it out don’t worry.

You better had! I need to look my best tomorrow and market day isn’t for three nights. I won’t be able to replace it before then. Of course, she knew this. She actually listened to what her husband told her, pity this was not a mutual thing. Adrian had invited the Speaker of Brickton to Renfall to witness the growth of the village. Brickton was a rich town to the North which had made its wealth by tapping into the merchant train system, using the river which ran directly through the town and continued its path across the country. From what Adrian had explained, they had set up barges which travelled the length of the river, bringing wares from the north and west. They were able to carry many luxury items including spices, silk and even timber. He was trying to open up this network for their village; Adrian was nothing if not ambitious. Rather than answering she continued with her work, satisfied to see the paint finally crumbling away.

You will make an effort tomorrow won’t you? Brush your hair at least. His remark stung. Her hair had always been unruly, black curls which did what they wanted and there was really nothing she could do about it. Once he had loved her hair, he would tuck the runaway strands behind her ear with a smile and kiss her cheek. At her silence he came to her and kissed her. I’m just nervous, love.

I know. It’ll be fine, you’ll see. She smiled.

Chapter 3

Aesa held onto Sana’s hand tightly, it was Winterfest and the whole village was making their way to the Village Square for the festivities and to welcome the changing season. Adrian had been on edge all day, it was the biggest festival the village held, they prayed to the Watchers that they would have a good winter, laying offerings down which mainly consisted of grains, wine and flowers. If the Watchers were pleased with the offerings, winter would pass swiftly with no deaths and little illness. However, if they were left wanting, they would bring harsh weather and death. The Village Square had been transformed for the evening, the wooden walkways were decorated with wreaths made from the orange and brown fallen leaves from their neighbouring forest. Tradition saw that each woman made a wreath with her daughters, and as they walked by Aesa excitedly pointed out theirs. People milled around on the walkways, all the stores were open for the evening with free food and drink made by all the villagers. In the centre of the square was a space where many of the younger generation were dancing to the sound of Bill and Gert playing the violas, both woodcutters by trade, their large hands were surprisingly nimble on the strings. Flushed faces surrounded them, not only because of the potent drinks on offer but also the vigorous dancing to the music. Aesa watched the other children warily, she was a private child who had always preferred the company of her mother and Aunt than any of the children in the village. Sana had encouraged her to venture out, but as she had always had Vita there had never been a need or a want to find other friends, as a result of her chosen isolation, she struggled to offer advice to her daughter.

Aunt Vita! Aesa cried out; Vita turned her head and grinned at the sight of them. They made their way to where Vita was quietly talking to Lian, the Baker’s wife.

Good evening Sana, are you looking forward to the festivities?

I can’t wait, it’s all Adrian has spoken about for months, if I’m honest I’ll be glad to see the last of it! Lian laughed as she bid them a good evening and a healthy winter.

Looks like the whole village is out tonight. Vita commented taking a big swig of spiced mead.

I’d watch how quickly you drink that otherwise you’ll be crawling home! Sana warned. She still remembered the Summer Solstice a couple of years before Aesa was born when her twin had gotten too merry on mead, got fed up of falling on her canes and proceeded to try crawling home. It had taken years for her to live that down. Vita scowled at the memory now.

I’d have been fine if Peta hadn’t found me and told Mother! Sana let out a heartfelt laugh at her twin’s exclamation.

Mother’s face! All I know is after that I swore to the Watchers themselves never to touch the stuff.

Well sister, not all of us are as virtuous as you. I happen to like spiced mead, and it’ll take more than one bad memory to put me off!

Can I try some Aunt Vita? Aesa asked innocently.

Why not? Vita passed the drink to her young niece who took three large gulps.

Vita! Sana exclaimed reaching to take the drink from her daughter. She’s seven!

Never too young to try new things I always say. Vita said, ruffling Aesa’s hair, who stood grinning from ear to ear. Besides, if that much mead makes her more than a little chatty I’ll be sure she’s not related to me. Sana shot her sister her best scowl and pulled her daughter back up to her feet.

How are you feeling little one?

I’m ok Mama. Came the reply, but Aesa’s bright blue eyes were looking slightly dazed and she had a crooked grin.

Ah. Sana there you are. Adrian called. Adrian had always been a tall man, one to stand out in a crowd, but as she looked over at her husband it was the man beside him that caught her attention. He was neither attractive nor ugly, but his stature and the expensive clothing he wore highlighted him as an outsider. The outfit no doubt cost him enough money to feed a family for a month. At his narrow hip hung a sword, surely worn for decoration rather than combat. She made her way over to her husband as he beckoned her closer. She had heeded Adrian’s instructions and wore her best dress, even trying to tame her hair. Eventually she had conceded pulling it together in a leather tie.

Mattius, this is my wife Sana.

It’s lovely to meet you sir. Sana smiled warmly, dipping her head slightly in recognition.

And you. Mattius responded, although she could hear the derision in his voice. As he ran his eyes up and down her it took all of her self control not to squirm away from his glare.

Mama! Aesa cried, running toward her, looking a slightly paler shade than usual.

Let’s go sit down darling. She took her daughters hand and turned her away quickly, but not fast enough. With a single cough, her little girl brought the spiced mead alongside her dinner back up, all over Mattius’ shoes. Oh my. I am so sorry sir. She is a little over excited. Adrian was flabbergasted, but Mattius looked ready to strike out. I shall get a rag. She scooped Aesa up in her arms and practically ran to her sister. Lian had seen what had happened and rushed over to Mattius with a rag and some water.

Vita. It is not funny. She growled, shame and anger pulsing through her veins. Her sister stifled a laugh, covering her face with her mead and ignoring Sana’s warning tone.

Pompous ass had it coming no doubt! Vita muttered into her mug.

That is the Speaker of Brickton, Adrian is going to kill me.

Have you reason to fear your husband? Vita asked, concern over taking the mirth in her voice.

Of course not. But she knew how much this evening had meant to him, and by the furious glare he had just shot her, she may have more cause to be afraid than she ever thought possible.

Mama, did I ruin Pa’s evening? That man was important wasn’t he? Aesa asked her later than evening. She was in her bed covered in blankets and, as was common when feeling unwell, had asked Sana to stay with her whilst she fell asleep.

It’s alright darling, you were poorly that’s all.

Will he be mad at me?

No. How could anyone ever be mad at you little one?

Do you promise?

Yes. Aesa smiled at that and closed her eyes, finally ready to sleep. It didn’t take long for her breathing to change into one of a deep slumber. Sana closed the door as quietly as possible and made her way to her bedroom, Adrian still had not returned from the inn, no doubt drinking away the embarrassing memory, perhaps by the time he returned the sting of his anger will have dissipated, he may even see the humour in the scenario. A deep sigh escaped her lips, she could hope at least.

Did you and Vita have a good laugh? He asked suddenly, his voice heavy with alcohol, his sudden appearance startling her as she shot around to face him.

Adrian, you know we didn’t. I am so sorry.

Sorry? I have been working on this for over six moons Sana! You know what today meant for me, for us! This village could have been a centre of trade, instead we will remain nothing more than a mark on the map, another village full of country idiots who can barely write their own names. He barely raised his voice, but the venom dripping from every word sent a spike of fear to her heart. She had only ever tried to please him, the man she had longed to marry all those years ago. Never had she had cause to make him mad before. But he was mad now.

Please.

Shut up. Just shut up woman.

But... He took one step toward her, fist raised in anger.

One more word and I swear to the Watchers I will do it. He spat and Sana recoiled from his wrath. She felt herself hit the bed and fall back, letting out a small cry in shock. That was all it took. That tiny outburst of breath. She would look back at that moment for years to come and wonder, if she had just kept that breath in, would he have done it? Would it have led to the hatred he felt looking at her? But in that moment, the only thought she had was fear as his fist met her fragile body over and over again.

Chapter 4

Vita ground some petals in a pestle and mortar, winter was well and truly underway and it was a cruel and harsh year. Sickness was rife in the village and her skills were in demand. In a few more years Aesa could apprentice with her, but until that day it fell to Vita’s adept hands alone to care for the villagers. Her Mistress, Lania, when teaching Vita all that she knew, had always cautioned Vita to never become complacent. Always keep as many poultices as she could make stored. You never knew when sickness would sweep through the village. It would seem the Watchers were displeased with the offerings this year as Vita was busier than she had been in a long time. It was at times like this, when people were threatened with death over what started as a common cold that Vita began to question the Watchers. Could any being idly sit by and watch people suffer? All because they didn’t enjoy the bloody wine they received? Having barely had a chance to see her sister or niece since Winterfest, Vita planned on making her way into the village. She would check on Mikel’s children whilst there, all of them were suffering in the harsh winter. Each of the children were unique, but Vita couldn’t help but think Mikel and Mindi really needed to stop having children or they would be sleeping outside soon enough. She gave many women in the village the ability to stop conceiving, but Mindi would not indulge such an idea. Vita’s medicine room was small; shelves adorned each wall with bottles and jars of varying colour, filling every nook and cranny. Many of the items were within reach of her chair and, without the use of her legs, this made her life easier. The system would change with the varying seasons, herbs best suited to winter ailments being pushed to the back in the summer and vice versa. Whenever Sana looked at it she would shake her head and exclaim that she was shocked Vita ever got her medicines to work with the mess she made them in. Vita tried not to be affronted by the remarks, they may not be labelled, but she knew every jar by sight, touch and smell. Slinging her bag over her shoulder she took up her canes and eased herself out of the chair. No time like the present to make the journey to town. Thinking of her family only made her miss them more. Vita had always been the cynical twin, unable to match Sana’s positive outlook on life, but her cynicism had taken a turn for the worse since the last moon, it felt as though there were a great weight hanging over her, just waiting to drop. Shaking it off as simply being grumpy, she made her way to Sana’s house.

Aesa jumped out of her chair, she barely noticed the porridge now flying over the table. Sana dried her hands on her skirt before grabbing a cloth to clean up. Living with a child as clumsy as Aesa meant she was accustomed to spillages.

Mama, Aunt Vita’s here, Mama!

Yes thank you Aesa, I can see that. Now come here, let me clean your hands. Vita chuckled as she plonked herself down in her chair. She could see Aesa’s little legs swinging back and forth, itching to run to her Aunt.

I’ve missed you too child. She told Aesa.

Mama has not been well enough to come.

Aesa. Sana reprimanded, but not before Vita shot a look at her. She could see Vita’s eyes widening as she noticed the yellowish mark on her cheek. Vita. It’s nothing.

Nothing? Her twin hissed. Sana nodded at her daughter, signalling for Vita to keep her thoughts to herself, at least for the moment. I need some fresh air, Sana will you help me outside? Sana knew nothing she could say would stop her sister from talking to her immediately.

Aesa, stay here in the warmth. Her daughter nodded smiling. Despite what Adrian was becoming, he had brought her this precious child and that in itself demanded her love and loyalty. They made their way outside, walking to the side of the house where years before Adrian had built a small bench of branches strapped together with strips of bark. Vita touched her cheek tenderly, the anger gone from her eyes, replaced with the love and affection she had always bore her sister.

It happened at Winterfest, since then, well... Adrian and I have not been getting on so well.

Winterfest? Oh my, Sana I never thought.

I know, do not fear, there is nothing you could have done. The blame is not with you. The Adrian we knew ten years ago would have laughed with you, not anymore. Vita, I am afraid of him. She whispered, ashamed to even let the words escape her lips; as though in speaking them out loud it brought the thought to life. She looked off to the right, away from her sister. At the end of the alley a few villagers wandered past, one little boy being tugged along by his mother looked toward Sana, he met her eyes and his head cocked to the side as though imitating an owl. She couldn’t help laughing through her tears.

What are you bloody laughing at, at a time like this?

That little boy thought I was talking to myself. I must look mad, they couldn’t see you. Vita scowled at her, and Sana had to hand it to her sister, scowling was definitely her thing.

I am truly sorry for what is happening to you. You and Aesa will always be welcome with me.

I know, but Vita he is my husband. I have to hope there is enough of him left in there that one day he will find his way back to me. I love him.

I can’t pretend to understand your rationale behind that decision, but I understand love. As Vita spoke she took Sana’s hand in hers, and Sana could feel the warmth in her sister’s fingertips. The feeling brought strength and hope when she needed it most.

Adrian walked briskly back home, his hands curled into fists. The Messenger had finally brought him news from Mattius. The message had been blunt and to the point, Renfall would remain a hamlet, set apart from the growing trade throughout the rest of the country. After everything he had done, all his hard work, turned to ashes because his wife couldn’t control their child. That was all she had to do, he did all of the hard work, she raised the child. How could that be so hard? He could feel his heart thumping with anger, his fist quivered with pent up frustration. He walked past the alley by his house and took an automatic glimpse to the right where he saw a strange sight. A small fire had started on the wood pile he had collected from the woodchoppers not two days before. And there was his wife, staring at the flames uselessly. Allowing his hard work to go to ruins! Red hot fury pulsed through his entire being, he took a step forward ready to teach her a lesson no matter who may see when he saw the flame flicker in an unnatural way. The sight made him stop dead in his tracks. Sana continued to stare into it, as though she were speaking to the flame, her gaze fierce, it died down slowly, eventually leaving nothing to claim it had been there at all. But he had seen it and in that moment he knew he had seen magic.

Chapter 5

Aesa jolted awake with a cry of terror. The window above her bed was dark, heavy clouds covering the moons rays. She could see that despite the late hour, flickering waivers of light were visible. It was as though someone had lit torches to guide their way. As she took a glimpse outside she saw not one or two torches but at least ten, she did not understand why but at the vision her terror heightened.

WITCH! The scream rose through the air and pierced Aesa’s heart. Her limbs, frozen at the sight of the torches and the villagers carrying them, thawed and she was once again able to move. Her only thought was to get to Mama, she would protect her. They would protect each other. Her small legs moved faster than ever before as she rushed to her Mama’s room. Her Mama, always strong and brave. But not today. On this day she found her Mama stepping from her room, tears pouring down her face and a look in her eyes which Aesa had never seen before. Aesa flung herself into the waiting arms and held tight, afraid if she loosened her grip her Mama would disappear forever.

I am so sorry little one. It will be alright my darling. Her Mama cooed, but Aesa knew it would not be alright. Somehow she knew it would never be alright again. She cried even harder. The screams grew closer, with every outcry of Witch! she felt Sana break down once more. I need you to do something for me Aesa, can you be a brave girl? She nodded against her Mama’s neck.

Anything. She whispered.

I need you to go to Aunt Vita’s, tell her Mama will need passage. Don’t be afraid, Aunt Vita will know what to do.

I don’t want to leave you. Aesa admitted.

I know darling, I know. But you must. Out the window. Her Mama carried her, pulling open the window gently as though afraid it may make a sound. The front door banged open and Aesa’s ears were filled with the cries of outrage from those gathered together. She clung even tighter to her Mama’s neck, desperate to never let go. Please Aesa, you must go. And she did. She turned and ran, never looking back. Not when she heard her father’s angry growls, how he cursed the day he had ever met his filthy wife, nor when she heard her mother’s scream of pain.

AUNT VITA! The voice was so familiar, yet filled with a panic which Vita had never had cause to hear from her niece before. A wave of nausea hit Vita as she scrambled to grab her bag, was Sana unwell? It took a moment or two for her brain to catch up with her body, she would know if something was wrong with Sana, she would feel it. Though her heart stilled she still felt panic settling over her. Something must be wrong with Adrian. Aesa came hurtling through the door so fast she tripped over her own feet and went flying. The look on her face was all Vita needed, something was terribly wrong. Her niece picked herself up, her breaths coming in short gasps as tears poured freely from her eyes.

Passage Aunt Vita… For... Ma...Ma. She managed to gasp. That one tiny word and Vita felt her world crumbling around her. Not bothering to ask questions, she rushed and grabbed the bag of coins she kept hidden. She sent a silent prayer to the Watchers to pass on to her Mother, who had always cautioned them to be ready for this day. To save enough money for the cost of Passage. A shudder ran to her whole body thinking if she had never headed such advice. Helplessness and dismay filled her veins with ice but she moved with a determination and with speed, Aesa racing ahead urging her on. Her head was spinning with implications, for Aesa to be so desperate meant Adrian was not around to offer the Passage fee. Only a kin member could offer Passage for those accused of witchcraft. To be unable to pay or unwilling to meant the accused would be burnt at the stake. She wanted to scream in rage but kept her feelings to herself. All that mattered now was saving Sana’s life. She had feared this day would come, since that stormy night seven years ago she had felt the cloud hanging over her. They were naive to think no one would ever know. Witchcraft was illegal in Debdran, had been for over three centuries. As with anything unknown, the term ‘witch’ had become one associated with evil. Knowing what superstition could cause otherwise mild natured people to do, she pushed all thoughts from her mind and focused on moving faster.

After what felt like an age, Vita and Aesa entered the village, their voices hoarse from screaming Passage. As they entered the Village Square her eyes were drawn immediately to the cage erected at the centre. Knelt in the mud, covered in her own blood, was Sana. Her fingers gripped the cage, making no attempt to leave but seemingly finding comfort in the feel of something beneath her grasp. It sent a wave of anger coursing through Vita’s body and she let out a scream. Whomever had left her sister like that would one day pay. Vita vowed to the Watchers she would make it so.

PASSAGE! She screamed again, having to tear her eyes from Sana’s to seek the Village Speaker. Alfen pushed his way from the crowd, hurrying toward her, a look of excitement upon his face. Vita felt her outrage pulse strong until she saw his was a smile of relief at her appearance. In that moment she had never felt more akin to another outside of her family. Alfen had wanted so desperately to stave off the hordes, give Sana a chance. She did not know what sort of a chance it would be, but it was bloody well better than staying here and being burnt at the stake. The Passage fee was used to buy a small boat and food supplies. Everyone knew the stories of how three hundred years ago the royal family had exiled all magical creatures. They had gone willingly though begrudgingly on the condition that any who wanted to could make the Passage. It was told that those witches who had left had set up a spell, so that any leaving Debdran from Passage Point would be pulled by magical means to the place the exiled had gone. Of course no one knew if it worked for none who left ever returned. But it was a risk most were willing to take.

Who requests Passage and who grants it? Alfen asked the customary questions, wasting no time. Never in Vita’s lifetime had anyone in the village been accused of witchcraft, but everyone knew the ritual.

I, Healer Vita, grant Passage to my sister and closest living relative, Sana. She replied.

I, Alfen, Speaker of Renfall accept Passage on behalf of Sana. Though the twins had no close friends in the village, Sana was respected by all. Vita’s quizzical eyes must have spoken for her, as just when she was about to ask after her sister’s husband, Alfen glanced toward one corner of the square. Seeing the nearly completed pyre turned her stomach. Whilst she knew the terror toward this object was no longer necessary, at least for today, she could not help the heart clenching horror she felt at the pile of wood. But it was the man beside the pyre who really induced her fear, his brown, hate filled eyes bore into her very soul. He was building his own wife’s funeral pyre. Never before had she felt such pulsing anger run through her body. In her mind she imagined the leather ties reaching out to him, wrapping around his wrists and pulling him into the fire, the flames engulfing him, burning him for his sins. Cynical she may be, but Vita had never held such vulgar thoughts, now they took over her mind, the temptation to see it done so great she could feel the power welling within her. What sort of a man was willing to watch his wife die no matter what she was accused of? Aesa reached up and wrapped one of her small hands into the folds of Vita’s cloak, the touch brought her back to her senses, and her eyes looked once more upon her sister.

Sana had never known relief like she did as she saw her sister rush into the Village Square, her brown skirt spattered with mud from the run here. Beside her stood Aesa, panting with exhaustion, her bright eyes full of tears and terror. The look that she shared with her sister said it all. In Vita’s eyes she could see the guilt and heartache. Her sister wanted more than anything to step forward and take her place, claim it was her witchcraft which someone had witnessed. But they both know why that could not happen. If Vita attempted to take Sana’s place, they would simply throw them on the pyre side by side. To the villagers, Sana knew she was expendable. Vita was needed, if it were not for her unique and superior healing skills Sana had no doubt that Vita would have been dragged from her home in the same manner Sana had been. Vita knew it too, and it was tearing her up inside. Someone had to watch over Aesa, she was all that mattered. Alfen was accepting Vita’s offer of Passage. Although Sana was about to embark upon a journey into the unknown, where possible dangers lay in wait, she knew that her chances of survival were better than if she remained. Looking to her child, she could see her little girl was petrified; half her body was hidden behind Vita whilst her torso and head were poking around watching everything