The Custod Chronicles Burning: The Custod Chronicles, #2

By Charity Mae

The Fire is Lit. But Can they Keep it Burning?

Cedrick Custod is running out of time. This "farm boy" has learned much about his place in the world, but now he must learn to trust that world. New enemies are emerging. The unknowns of the past dog his every move, and if he can't find the answers in time, all will be lost. But can he trust of what he learns? Are these legends, myths, and prophecies to be trusted? How do you trust a world that isn't honest with you? If Cedrick can't learn the truth behind his father's hatred, the political intrigue among his own troops, and even his wife's past, everything he has gained will be for nothing. Can he find the truth in time and trust it? Or will his confidence be their undoing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charity Mae
• Release date: Nov 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781733057431

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Chapter 1

Bubbles in the Blood

Darkness and boredom reminiscent of an angsty teenager shone out of the Darkman’s eyes as he watched his master pace. His sleeves were carefully rolled up to expose each of his intricate tattoos that bespoke of a dark tribal past. Their black ink stood out against the severely tanned, ashy skin of their wearer, though he clearly didn’t naturally have dark skin. It appeared as if some kind of magic had painted him this tanned to cover an even stranger color beneath. His bored, sarcastic gaze slid back and forth under his messy black hair, wreaking of dissatisfaction and repressed resentment. He watched his master like a hawk as his master, Heklis, paced back and forth like a perpetual energy machine. The only sounds were that of his endless motion, breaking up the otherwise empty waiting. Neither waiter acknowledged the other.

The Darkman was dark, quiet, and bored; the sorcerer was lively, animated, and crackling with energy. As he paced his arms moved more rapidly than his legs, swinging around, displaying his energy, restlessness, and flexibility, causing his hands to move endlessly from his pockets, to rubbing together in front of him, to running through his dark hair, then back to his pockets. The Darkman watched him pace, but most of all kept his eyes on those rapidly moving hands as if making sure they stayed away. 

At last, the door opened, and a number of people stepped into the room. Two guards flanking an overly confident man in the middle, striding with almost arrogant authority as he approached Heklis. Heklis finally stopped and turned to the cocky fellow as he marched right up to the sorcerer as if he were the lord. My Lord, He called. 

Heklis snapped his head up in pure delight, causing a wicked glint to catch in his dark eyes and an iniquitous grin to split his face. Ah, He cooed. News at lassssst. I’ve been anxiously awaiting you. And with the same anxious energy, he tossed himself with a single bound into what appeared to be a beanbag chair. The Darkman rolled his eyes, expecting trouble. What evil delights and treats come our way? 

He’s dead, sir. 

That fool is dead, like really dead?

Yes, The informant who’d entered widened his eyes and brows drew together.  You didn’t know? I thought this wouldn’t be new to you. I mean when you lost connection, I thought you’d have figured it out, as you are so wise, my Lord. 

I knew I couldn’t find his head. Heklis’s eyes glinted in utter excitement. Did he remove his head? 

No sir, he did not. The informant frowned.

Awwwww, Heklis complained with all the whininess of a toddler, wiggling back into his beanbag seat. Did he, at least, nick his neck or head or anything to do with the brain? 

No.

Snap his neck?

No sir. He did not harm his head, neck, or any other part having to do with his brain. 

Not even a little? Heklis continued to complain, sitting forward and putting his fingers millimeters apart.

No sir. He just ran him through.

Through the heart? Was it dramatic? Did he make a funny noise? Like this. Heklis then demonstrated a truly disgusting gurgle, flopping where he sat. Heklis’s foolishness made the Darkman roll his eyes to the ceiling as if the ceiling was the only one that understood him.

The man sighed — a bit fed-up with Heklis’s antics. No sir. I believe he did not, but I didn’t see it; it seems he just ran him through, and he fell dead.

No bubbles in the blood or grand final elegy.

Men give themselves their own eulogies now? The man cocked an eyebrow.

Don’t ask, The Darkman suddenly spoke, but it was too late; Heklis was already going off explaining that an elegy was a dramatic poem that should given as one died, and a eulogy was a poem that was given at the funeral, so his man could not have possibly have given himself a eulogy but should have given an elegy. The Darkman looked like he’d rather stick needles into his eyes then listen to this speech again: yes, again. 

When Heklis finally finished  — after what felt like a year, and like ten years to the Darkman — the visitor was finally able to get on to his main message. Be that as may, The informant tried to pull the topic back to the main issue, the enchanter killed him, and he’s dead.

In the most boring fashion possible, Heklis grumbled. I beg you to inform me there were, he paused hopefully, at least, he squeaked, bubbles in the blood? His voice went even higher at the last bit. 

The informant gave Heklis an exasperated look that looked like the normal expression the Darkman wore, I don’t think so, sir. He just kind of fell over, in truth.

No-o, Heklis whined, flailing again. Not even a burb bubble in the blood.

The poor informant’s face was contorted in disgust and incomprehension. No, no bubbles in the blood or otherwise; why would you even want that? That is not a pleasant thing to think on.

The Darkman grunted unexpectedly, I didn't sign up for pleasant when I came here. He said loud enough for them to hear, but it seemed directed more to himself.

The visitor gave the Darkman a look, annoyed that he’d butt in. I suppose we didn’t, but still, there is little glory in this, He commented dryly, as he watched Heklis twist and writhe in complaint at the dull fashion of his minion’s death. 

Did you expect glory? Heklis suddenly stopped and leapt to his feet; a manic glint more prominent in his eye. There is little glory in this, only pleasure. The smile that went with the statement made the man shudder. Well, there is, Heklis gripped like a child. Wouldn’t you agree? At least, wouldn’t you, Emmerick? You must agree it’s more fun, Heklis encouraged, as his voice jumped and skipped around the scale. 

My lord, with all requisite respect, I’d be more upset that we lost a helpful comrade. The informant tried to pull Heklis off this strange tangent.

"More that we lost the only helpful comrade," The Darkman, Emmerick, complained, again, as if to himself. 

Comrade, asset, what does it matter? He surely didn’t. Did he listen to me? No, not even once, and that sealed his fate. I wanted him, and I want him, Heklis nodded; his fingers twitching with excitement, and he started pacing the room again, but that wasn’t enough. So he started making red energy balls and bounced them off the walls. And he rejected my order to the point of violence; it seems it’s time to break him. Break him, Heklis snapped. As he spoke, one of the energy balls bounced off the wall and whacked one of the guards in the face. There was a pause. The only sound was the collapsing body. They all looked at the body a moment. Oops. Heklis broke the silence then shrugged and went on as if nothing had happened. He’s fun and interesting, as restless as a wildfire, different, powerful. He’s... Heklis clicked his tongue as he thought of the word. untamed.

I thought you liked things ‘untamed’. Emmerick commented dryly.

No, no, I mean untamed, willing to obey, not tamed. Heklis laughed maniacally, and the laugh echoed off the walls, encouraging others to join him in a deadly chorus of demons. Power, fun, interesting: yes, very interesting, Heklis mused, his voice growing quiet. Emmerick braced himself for the danger, but the visitor was not as wise, so he jumped a mile when Heklis' voice went from soft to a dangerous boom. Unlike anything else I’ve never had in far too long! His musing turned to dark anger, making all but Emmerick quail back, but Emmerick watched as if this were a rather interesting commentary about slugs. He started studying his own finger nails. 

He waited until Heklis was quiet enough to speak before asking, How long? Knowing this would help keep his wild master on an even keel. 

Too long, too long. I want him, and I want him here and now, but he has rejected us to the point of violence: unacceptable! We must break him.

The informant suddenly looked deadly nervous, But sir, I can’t without blowing my cover, sir; it can’t be done.

Did I say I had any plans for you? Heklis raged. He was in the informant’s face in a heartbeat, almost as if he’d shadowed in front of him, making the informant leap a mile. I don’t think so! What use does a little whelp like you have in these weighty matters? None! Heklis grabbed the spy’s arm tightly, too tightly. The informant gasped as his master’s fingernails dug into his arm, and blood began soaking into his sleeve.

Heklis suddenly paused, tilting his head at the blood spots like a dog distracted by a strange fly. He tilted his head further, and slowly, a twisted smile climbed Heklis’s cheek, and a low demonic chuckle started in his chest and throat. The spy gasped as Heklis pulled the sleeve away and studied the blood which began to bubble as if it was boiling water. A few bubbles even detached and floated away. Heklis threw his head back and laughed with his echoing chorus. Look at that! We got bubbles in the blood, after all! And he threw the spy back into the wall. I always get what I want. He rapidly turned and met eyes with Emmerick. I want the little enchanter, and there is much to do. It’s time to break him; you know what to do. Gather the team. 

What team? Emmerick demanded, irritated. Don’t you recall that the only good half of my team is gone?

Get the others then, Allious and Neramith. 

Emmerick glowered, Lovely. I’m stuck with mist boy and the leach now? I hardly liked mini you, and now I get the bottom of the dung barrel.

Mini me didn’t obey! Heklis flew into a rage and got right up into Emmerick’s face, but Emmerick just stared back dully as if they were just talking over a chess match. Emmerick’s face was blank, slack, and bored.

Go ahead, Emmerick invited, but then you’ll lose the only brain your little gaggle of geese has left. 

Heklis snarled, making bits of spittle land on Emmerick’s face. As if disinterested — like a child at a business meeting — Emmerick removed the flecks with one finger. Heklis tensed, watching Emmerick’s movements with incredible fury for how small the issue was. 

In the blink of an eye, Heklis pulled back, and the second guard who had brought the informant in was dead on the floor. That...is what we need, Heklis hissed darkly, looking at the corpse at his feet. Break him...but inside. Emmerick...you know what to do. 

Emmerick sighed like a teenager told to clean his room and stood up. Fine, he said. As long as blabber here stays out of my way, Emmerick glared at the spy.

Done. Just bring it home. Heklis smiled darkly at Emmerick. Emmerick glared right back, and with a turn of his heel, was gone. 

Chapter 2

Farm Boy Etiquette

Light glittered off the jagged glass shards of a shattered clock tower face. Cedrick Custod, the young man who’d broken it, was leaning against the side of the clock face. He was tossing a gold object in his hand like a coin. Light flickered off as it spun up and down, up and down. Cedrick’s deep electric blue eyes had been gazing at the rising sun, but now looked down at the square below. Several young boys were scanning the ground for any forgotten bits of shattered glass because any piece or shard of shattered glass from that clock tower was a treasure, a token of the greatest battle of the War of Freedom, and the boys were hoping to find some bit of it to treasure themselves. Cedrick studied them for a few moments, continuing to flip the golden object as he glanced around making his eyes sparkle in the morning light. Then surreptitiously kicked a piece of glass from the bottom of the clock face down below. A flicker of a smile crossed his face as the bit of glass tumbled and rolled down before hitting the cobblestone ground. The boys heard it and rushed to get a piece for themselves. The oldest boy even broke the large piece into smaller ones so each one could have it, which made Cedrick smile to himself, glad he could give them a bigger prize.

A great sigh escaped him as he looked back up at the sky again. The golden object flipped faster as the blue eyes looked at the tall tower of the government center: the building that had dominated Cedrick’s new life. A new life that wasn’t anything like he’d expected and less than what he’d wanted. Since his brother, Roxorim, was crowned king, meetings and negotiations had taken over Cedrick’s life. Mornings once filled with drills that got the heart pumping were replaced with dragging meetings about economic states, whatever that meant. Challenges to earn his father’s approval were replaced with impressing strangers Cedrick couldn’t bring himself to care about. As the official head of the Custod line, his time had been strained by all the demands on it, and Cedrick hated it. He kept tossing the object up and down, up and down, up and down. This was his life; a life he thought would be full of battle was now all about compromise. His life was no longer about reaching achievements but giving out empty ones to gain false friends. 

Cedrick sighed and caught the golden object and looked down at it, rubbing his finger over the golden phoenix: the mark of his family, the badge of honor given to them at the beginning of the world. He’d worked so hard to earn his. Endless days and nights on the field and studying. He’d taken every beating, every scolding, and he even dared losing any chance at his father’s approval that finally earned him his token. But now he had it, he felt his life didn’t live up to having it. Cedrick’s shoulders sagged a little as he studied the impressive craftsmanship of the metallic gold pin in his hand. 

You up here again? A gentle, sweet voice floated over to Cedrick’s ears, and a smile spread across Cedrick’s face as two gentle hands wrapped themselves around Cedrick’s chest and held him securely. The smile rested on his face as Cedrick turned to see the elegant sea of red that rested against his arm. Cedrick rubbed the ring on her left hand a bit before he took the arms around his chest with one hand, kissed the red head, then turned to face her better. 

Cedrick’s eyes became lost in the distance as he replied, It helps me think to be up high. It’s quiet. 

Mmmm, Elphacena knew there were more reasons but chose not to address them now; there were more important things to deal with at the moment. Cedrick felt her avoiding the point and inwardly thanked her for it. He wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t time to review the frustrations of his ‘new life’; at least, not as they were about to leave. He needed the peace she was offering him. I can understand that a bit. It gives you perspective being so high, up where you can see the world. But sadly, it’s come time to land. We have to go. 

Cedrick sighed from the depths of his chest, but he didn’t seem to really do anything else anymore. Guessing that’s ours down there then, Cedrick nodded at a carriage in the square that had been carefully loaded over the last hour or so; Cedrick had avoided looking at it, afraid of what it meant.

Elphacena looked down; her cheek slid against his arm, Yes, that’s ours. Drake and his family are ready and waiting. We’re only waiting on you. 

Slowly, Cedrick nodded, his mind turning over the plans again, And thus it begins.

Elphacena smiled a little and nodded. Yes Cedrick, so it does, but come on. The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll be back.

But back to what? Cedrick sighed gloomily. 

Elphacena gave him a narrow look then kissed his cheek playfully. You’ll never know unless you go there, and I’m sure you’ll want to because that’s where I’ll be. She pulled back, took his hand, and pulled him gently towards her and the door. We’ll try this new adventure together. 

Cedrick smiled, a bit cheered up, and moved to kiss her cheek, but she wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. She dodged it and pulled him down the steps, indicating if he wanted a kiss, he’d have to catch her. Cedrick appreciated her trying and let her drag him down the stairs, across the hall and the wall, and down to the main street where the group was waiting.

Quimby, Roxorim’s best friend and right-hand man, was making sure all was in order while Capt. Drake looked over some paperwork to make sure they had the itinerary all in order. His wife, Sarai, was standing close to him, peering over his shoulder. Normally, Cedrick would question the captain's choice to take his family, but the court not only wanted a military officer to recruit but to give the impression it was now safe to travel freely again by all the officials bringing their families. The captain didn’t like the idea, but his wife Sarai did and that was that.

As Cedrick and Elphacena approached, Quimby looked up and smiled through his bright red beard. There you are, Cedrick, late as always I see. He teased warmly, Your brother and sister should be along soon. Currently, they’re meeting with the General, but both said they’d be here soon.

Right, they’re having all the fun, Cedrick muttered darkly.

Quimby laughed. I think they’d disagree. You’re the one having fun traveling to parties and seeing the country, meeting the locals.

Getting all the delicious food, A strong, warm voice said two feet above Cedrick’s shoulder, making it impossible to mistake who it was. 

Of course, it’s about the food for you, Rox. Cedrick chuckled and turned to face his elder brother, who beamed through his beard and down at him. Roxorim was almost seven feet tall and built like a Viking, making Cedrick look like a shrimp. Then again, so did Quimby, but he was only six and a half feet at best, whereas Roxorim likely was teasing seven feet when he tried. Why don’t you go?

Ask him. Roxorim jerked a thumb at Quimby. I’d go in a heartbeat.

You’re needed here, the only man with the right to rule, who has no heir, yet needs good security. There’s very little security on the road. As you’re a man who fits that description, you’re staying here.

But Head Custod can go, no trouble, Cedrick protested.

Yes, he can defend himself and is less likely to be attacked. Quimby nodded.

I hate you both, Cedrick sighed as Roxorim rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like Roxorim wasn’t raised as strictly as Cedrick or anything.

With all that out in the open, you ready to go? Roxorim asked, looking around.

Cedrick gave another deep sigh and started playing with the crest in his left hand. I guess so. Ready to raise your new money system, if you’ve done your part. You do have your talent scouts out, right?

Don’t worry; we already have a good Sparkle Ball team here and in a local town to kick off the sporting events and several plays casted in the works; all we need now is the money to start them, so don’t let us down. 

Don’t worry; I’ll beg for every stupid gem they’ve got. Don’t you worry about that, Cedrick said.

Hey, that’s what you get for coming up with the nation's name, Roxorim teased. 

It was just so I could call you King of Emilimoh. 

But you found the name and it has a nice meaning, Roxorim grinned. Now you’re the wise one.

I’m the wise one, so I have to go beg for gems? Cedrick cocked an eyebrow. 

So now you’re condescending to stealing? Arylana’s voice teased as she stood beside her brother, towering over her as always. I thought we taught you better, Cedrick.

He thinks fundraising is begging. Roxorim said.

I just meant asking them to give us gems. I said nothing about stealing. That is your idea. I thought you were raised better, Cedrick retorted, trying to tease, but he just wasn’t into it. Arylana hid her frown best she could, but she could tell living this strange life was starting to get him down. If anyone needed a trip away, it was Cedrick. 

Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck and make sure all was well, Roxorim sighed. I’ll see you soon, little bro. Don’t get us in too much trouble, He teased before he left.

Please give us the same courtesy, your highness. Cedrick actually smiled as Roxorim left. He heard Roxorim chuckle at the tease, which made Cedrick feel quite proud of himself. 

Well, looks like you’re all set, and I’m of no further use to you, Arylana said cheerfully. "So I’ll do the same as Rox and wish you luck, but more importantly, remind you."

Cedrick cocked an eyebrow. Remind me of what?

The same as always: don’t die, She teased with a flick of her blonde ponytail as she turned and left.

Cedrick chuckled himself. Of course. She always made sure to remind him of that before each battle and any time she’d not see him for a while. Can’t make any promises. He gave the obligatory reply but not without gusto. This game had come to cheer him up rather than frustrate him as it used to. Sisters. He muttered as an after complaint.

Elphacena rolled her eyes. Oh please, you love it. Don’t try to tell me otherwise.

How would you know? Cedrick challenged. Elphacena was an only child after all.

I don’t, Elphacena sighed and cast her eyes about for a change of topic. With a little giggle, she found one and pulled on Cedrick’s arm to point it out. Look who’s causing trouble.

Drake and Sarai were still overlooking last minute plans as Quimby went over the list with them, but that wasn’t what Elphacena had noticed. Dancing around his parents’ feet was a cute little eight-year-old boy doing exactly what Elphacena said he was doing: causing trouble, nearly tripping orderlies and trying to get his mother’s attention. The sight made Cedrick chuckle and went over to the boy's parents. 

We ready? Cedrick asked, glancing down at the boy running around. The poor boy let out a little yelp and hid behind his mother’s skirt, making her look down and smile tenderly at her boy around her pregnant belly. 

I think so, Drake nodded. Just to climb on board and actually leave, and hopefully, we’ll hit our next... He stopped when he saw Cedrick glancing at the boy every few seconds and smirked. Drake had already warned Cedrick about the boy, so Cedrick was rather looking forward to this meeting. 

Cedrick saw his cue and smiled. Well hello, who is this? Cedrick addressed the boy peeking over his mother’s skirt, but the moment Cedrick spoke, the face vanished.

Sarai gave her son a reprimanding look, Aleph, that’s rude. She scolded gently. You can come out and introduce yourself.

Nervously, the boy, Aleph, peeked back over the fabric, but only his eyes showed over the material. Aleph. He gave his name quickly and ducked behind his mother once more.

Cedrick chuckled, What? I didn’t hear it. What is your name?

M-my name is Aleph, Aleph said, turning pink on the part of his face that was visible to Cedrick. 

Oh, well it’s nice to meet you Aleph. I’m Cedrick.

Aleph giggled shyly. I know that, He said. You’re a Custod. Cedrick noticed Aleph’s little foot was teasing the sand below him. 

Hey, how did you know that? Cedrick asked in mock expression of shock.

Aleph laughed, You goof head. You’re famous; everyone knows you.

What? Really? No way. How? Cedrick looked around wildly as if in surprise, noticing that as he played, Aleph slowly let the skirt drop and came out as they spoke. That can’t be true.

Yes, it is, Aleph insisted. You beat the man who pretended to be Heklis. Didn’t you know that?

I did that! Cedrick asked. Really? Cena, did you know that? I didn’t know that!

This game left Aleph laughing so hard he had to hold his sides. You knew that. You’re just a stupid, silly head. Of course, you know everyone does. 

Cedrick frowned at Aleph. Oh dear. I better be careful then. if everyone knows who I am, because I don’t know who everyone else is. 

Aleph giggled again shyly. He then glanced at his father who nodded his permission, but immediately regretted it as the floodgates were opened, and a rush of questions erupted from the small boy as they got into the carriage and left the town. Aleph couldn’t keep quiet. He kept asking about every rumor and story he’d ever heard about Cedrick and asked if it was true. Did he use ice to kill people? Did he really turn into a dragon? Could he write with both his left and right hand? Did Heklis really turn blue when he saw him?, and it went on and on. 

Sarai and Drake kept giving Cedrick apologetic looks, but Cedrick actually enjoyed it with Aleph asking him a million questions and just being so adorable, most of all because Cedrick had never had a little brother or sister to interact with. He felt the trip was quite pleasant. Before long, Cedrick started playing games to keep Aleph and himself busy, which both greatly enjoyed, but to the dismay of Sarai and to the consternation of Elphacena. She knew Cedrick was naturally childish, so she was careful not to let him go over-bored. 

After a few days, Sarai tried getting Aleph to draw to quiet him down and get Cedrick out of being so childish, but it didn’t work very well. Aleph got bored with the coloring quickly, and Cedrick was more than happy to fill in the void  with silly games. They folded the paper and tried to get it into random gaps in the carriage like between headrests, in the decorations, out the window,  secretly, between Drake’s head and the cushion behind it, between Aleph’s parents, and into the folds of any fabrics they could find. It was fun at first, until it got out of hand when Aleph got a bit too eager with the game. He tried to get the paper between his mother’s book and the bump that was the baby in her belly. Cedrick tried to warn him against it, but Aleph did it before Cedrick could finish warning him. The paper bounced off her book, hit Drake in the face, bounced off and almost fell down Sarai’s bodice. The boys couldn’t help themselves and burst into laughter, waking Elphacena, who backed up Sarai telling them off.

That’s enough. Both of you. For the Merlin’s sake, how old are you, Cedrick? Sarai scolded. Cedrick repressed a smile and shrugged, not having an answer that would soothe her. 

Aw, but mother, Aleph protested, but it didn’t do any good, Sarai put an end to this game anyway. So Cedrick started a new game by balancing random objects on their noses, but this also ended badly as Aleph tried a water canteen, and it fell and spilled all over his mother. Cedrick and Aleph were on time-out after that. Well, so to speak. They just weren’t allowed to sit next to each other, but not even that lasted long. 

The next day, they were at it again, and Sarai was already starting to get fed up, so Elphacena gave them a mini rubber ball to play with. This was rather dull until Drake had a rather brilliant idea of throwing the ball to one another and trying to make sure the girls didn’t see. This lasted longer than any of them expected. The only reason it stopped was because Aleph lost it to giggles as they tossed the ball right under his mother’s nose from Cedrick to Drake while Cedrick was talking to Sarai. 

That’s when Aleph lost it, and Sarai turned to him, frowning. What are you laughing at, young man? Then she spotted the ball again. What is going on? 

Elphacena intercepted the ball from Drake to Cedrick. Cedrick Custod, what is this? Elphacena held up the ball, so they could see it, cocking a brow to find out what was funny.

Ah...It looks like a ball of a rubbery substance, Cedrick replied. 

Elphacena narrowed her eyes at him dangerously, Yes, but where did it come from?

Well, I’d imagine from rubber, Cedrick said. 

Elphacena bounced the ball off his forehead. You know what I mean. Where did he get it?

Which he? Ow. Elphacena hit Cedrick with the ball again. What? Do you mean Drake or Aleph? 

Elphacena paused; that was actually a good question. Either one, She said. 

Ow, from you. You gave it to me, remember? Cedrick rubbed his forehead from the sting. We were just playing with it! That's  all. 

Elphacena groaned, tired of this game. I know that, but I mean, where did Aleph get it so that he giggled like that? Come on. 

Um, ask Aleph, Cedrick tried, but Elphacena’s face told him he was failing, so he tried again. I mean we were playing with it like you told us to.

Mm-um, so what were you doing? Elphacena pressed.

Drake answered, We were playing ‘don’t let the ladies find the ball’, and Aleph couldn’t hold back the laughter because we’ve been winning for hours. Sarai started laughing, and Elphacena sighed and — trying to be playful — she tossed the ball to Sarai; Aleph squealed and dove for the ball which made Sarai shriek and toss the ball in the air. All three boys lunged for it.

The rocking they made forced the carriage to stop to keep from tipping over, and — needless to say — the game ended there. 

FIVE DAYS LATER, THEY were finally able to stop in a village — instead of camping on the side of the road or attempting to sleep inside the carriage (never a fun idea when you have five people).  It was a pleasant change they were all looking forward to: most of all Drake who woke with a crick in his neck almost every morning which made Aleph laugh and call him old. Cedrick would then start defending Drake until the topic was all but forgotten. Most of the others were already asleep as they rode into the quaint little village.

Cedrick was gazing out the window, enjoying the breeze when a magical sound met his ears: a sound like he’d never heard the like of before. He couldn’t find words grand enough for it. He froze as it struck his ear and started to sink into his heart, making him feel happy and pleasant, just like the sound. What...what is that? Cedrick asked, captivated as he tried to find where the sound came from.

Elphacena lifted her head and looked at her husband, brows furrowed in confusion. Sound? What do you mean; what sound?

I don’t know, just that sound. That amazing sound, Cedrick tried to explain as his eyes scanned for the source of the noise. He spotted what he was looking for and pointed excitedly. There. That sound they are making. There was a troupe of players that had a diverse collection of instruments: a violin, drums, flute, and other wind instruments, and a young woman singing and dancing to the tune. Those people are making that sound. What is it? It’s amazing! Like nothing I’ve heard before.

Elphacena stuck her head out to see what Cedrick was pointing at, and her jaw dropped as she saw what it was. You don’t mean that music, do you?

Music? That’s music, really? Cedrick had heard of music before, but he’d never really thought about it other than hearing birds sing, and this sound was almost as pleasant but in a distinct way from the birds’ song. Is that like a people song? 

Elphacena burst out laughing, unable to believe what she was hearing her husband say. You’ve really never heard music before, ever? Your father or sister never sang to you or anything? What about the trumpets at Roxorim’s coronation?

That was music? I thought it was how people howled to show pride and power, you know like wolves. Cedrick explained, and Elphacena lost it to laughter again. Cedrick frowned. Am I doing something wrong? He asked.

No, no, Cedrick. You’re not doing anything wrong. It’s just, she paused to laugh a little more, "Your farm boy is really showing, that’s all. Cedrick’s frown deepened. How was it showing? It must be showing severely now by the way she was laughing. Cedrick never knew if she meant it as a compliment or an insult, but he paid attention to it nonetheless. Elphacena finally managed to get herself back to normal. Well, do you like it?"

Cedrick’s eyes lit up as if they were struck by dazzling fireworks, and his nod was as enthusiastic as a child accepting candy, which made Elphacena laugh again. Once she was calm, Cedrick beamed. Yes, I like it. I love it, and I want to hear and see more of it.

Good, you’ll hear a lot over the next few... Elphacena suddenly stopped as if a rather startling revelation overcame her. Oh dear. Cedrick, do you know how to dance?

Worried by Elphacena’s expression, Cedrick slowly shook his head. Cena, I didn’t even know that was music. You think I have a clue how to formally dance?

Sorry, She admitted his point. So you haven’t danced or seen anyone dance? She made sure.

Once again, Cedrick shook his head. Maybe, I wouldn’t know.

Elphacena scooted closer to the window and pointed to the woman who was singing and dancing in the troupe. You see that girl? The movements she’s making to the music is one form of dance or dancing, if that makes more sense. You’re going to need to do partner dancing during a lot of the parties. It’s traditional, and you may offend someone if you don’t at least do something.  Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll have to find a way to teach you in time.

Oh well, doing it with you would be good, Cedrick tried to be optimistic. And I like music, and I’d like to try dancing.

You’ll like it. Maybe I can get that troupe to play while I teach you. Elphacena sat back to think over plans.

Cedrick watched her for a moment with a hint of a smile. She just looked so beautiful while she thought, and the setting sunlight highlighted her red hair stunningly. Cedrick didn’t care what she was teaching as long as he got to do it with her. He sat back and let the music fill his mind. He closed his eyes to enjoy it until they arrived at the inn.

Once they settled in and had dinner, Elphacena pulled Cedrick aside into a room that was meant for events. As promised, a troupe of players was ready. Cedrick tilted his head at them and stepped forward a bit as if to get a better look but stopped, knowing Elphacena wouldn’t like that much. Elphacena smirked a little, knowing what Cedrick had been thinking. 

Let’s get started. She pulled Cedrick to the center, and, offhandedly, told the players to play an upbeat dance tune. The head player actually asked what type of dance, to which Elphacena simply said social. She then turned all her attention to her husband, taking his hand, and placing it on her upper back and holding his other hand in hers, then she put her hand just under the muscle on his arm. This is a closed hold, She said. And it’s the basic of most any dance we’ll do. As we go on, I’ll likely show you others, but I want to start here with a basic box step as that is the most common for popular partner dances these days. 

And she carefully walked Cedrick through each step, thinking he’d struggle with it, but he took to it like a fish to water or a bird to the air. He naturally made the small adjustments needed, holding his arm firm to keep them at a proper distance and keeping her a bit to the side to speed up and simplify rotations. Elphacena was stunned that he took to it so well and so fast as if he was only being retaught. In fact, he started going into steps she hadn’t taught him yet. If the music was playing, it seemed he just knew what to do, and he was leading. For a while, Elphacena just let him go, not commenting on it, but when he started to execute a rather complicated set of turns, she stopped. Alright, you were pulling my arm. You know how to dance, don’t you?

Cedrick paused, No, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong? Cedrick frowned, and Elphacena realized he meant it. He really didn’t know, but he also didn’t seem to care. He was having an enjoyable time. He tried to start dancing again, but she stopped him, stunned.

No, let’s try something a bit different. 

Okay. Cedrick seemed overexcited by the idea.

Elphacena tested him by teaching him a shadow position step, then an open hold position, steadily getting harder to see when he started to slip up.But as long as there was music to dance to, he seemed to just know what to do, and it dumbfounded his rather enchanted wife. She didn’t have to teach him many of the steps. He just did it.

Do you know you’re leading? Elphacena asked as they finished a rather complicated twist set that had taken Elphacena a whole lesson as a girl to learn. 

Leading? Cedrick’s brow furrowed as he came in and closed the close hold and went back into a rotating box step.

Yes, it means you’re guiding me, leading what steps go next, and initiating new steps, Elphacena explained as he twirled her right to the music. It’s traditionally the man’s role in partner dancing, and you supposedly know less than I do, but you lead like a teacher.

Uh...I just follow the music like I do magic, Cedrick confessed as he held her close.

Oh really? Elphacena smiled a little. What does that mean?

Cedrick looked up as he thought about how to explain it, but it didn’t slow or impede his dancing one bit. 

Well, he twirled her around, It’s like magic — the music I mean. Magic sends the energy into you or into things to exchange information or energy, and the music does the same thing only it shares it in the sounds you hear. Dancing is like working with magic, only the music is the guide and your partner the magic. It’s very intimate like that I mean. 

Elphacena giggled at Cedrick’s sudden shyness in his analogy, but it was accurate and rather beautiful. If she wasn’t already married to him, she would have thought he was trying to charm her, but he wasn’t. He was just being his strangely innocent and sweet self. He really was like a little child. Did he know how odd he was? How deeply in tune with magic? Elphacena had never known anyone else who had such insight and yet foolishness. It was endearing and delightful.

Cedrick gave her a sheepish smile. So...I can dance? 

Elphacena smiled and chuckled a little. Oh yes, Cedrick. You can dance very well. In fact, I wouldn’t just say you can dance. She pulled close to him in their hold. You can do more than dance; you are a dancer. And she kissed him, a kiss Cedrick melted into, lost to the simple joy of that evening. 

Chapter 3

Badger Bonding

Though Cedrick didn’t seem to need it, Elphacena kept true to her word and practiced with Cedrick every chance they got. It was intended to be a time to work and be ready for the part of a courier, but it turned into fun, magical nights. Each night, Elphacena showed him a new style and just watched, enchanted, as he quickly picked it up and danced with her through the night like a pro. She loved his instinctive style, and though she didn’t admit it to him, she was quite glad she’d claimed him before. And even more glad he proudly bore their wedding band with such pride. 

It only got better and better as the trip went on. Even his stupid games with Aleph were endearing because it expressed so well the man she fell in love with: strong, mature, sweet, and childlike (even when it bordered on childish). Yet, at the same time, this trip seemed to be growing a power and maturity in him that blended with his childlike nature into a man that made Elphacena’s heart skip a beat to think about.

Aleph was even more hyper than Cedrick was, and Cedrick tried to get it out of him by letting him teach him how to play Sparkleball then Zipperball. Cedrick had to learn how to play less rough. He learned this the hard way when Aleph copied his energy and kicked the ball too hard so it flew into the forest behind them. 

I got it! Aleph cried and raced after it. Cedrick expected him to stay in sight, but soon the boy was out of range.

Cedrick’s brow furrowed as he went further into the trees, then he heard a little whimper in the canopy above him. He looked up to see Aleph clinging to a tree branch.

Aleph, are you okay? Cedrick frowned and got ready to climb up after him, but Aleph shook his head frantically. It’s okay. I’m a good climber. I’ll just...

Don’t look, Aleph pleaded in a piteous whimper. Cedrick frowned then spotted what Aleph was afraid of. A giant badger sat on a limb opposing Aleph. The branch below had broken, and the ball was just above Aleph’s head. Aleph was trapped.

Shhh. It’s okay, Aleph, Cedrick began to assure him in a quiet voice, so the badger wouldn’t wake up because not only was it huge, but its claws were even bigger. 

Aleph shook his head. No, no, you can’t see, He insisted.

Cedrick’s brows drew closer together. Why not?

A little, sad sniff came from the branches. Cedrick, at first, thought it was the badger, but then realized, it was a rather ashamed-looking Aleph, Because you can’t see me like this. You’re supposed to like me and think I’m strong.

Cedrick’s shoulders slumped in sympathy and understanding. He knew exactly how that felt and had felt it every day of his life while trying to win his father’s love. 

Aleph, Cedrick tried to sound loving and assuring, I don’t think any the less of you because you got stuck. It happens to the best of us, and you were just trying to get the ball.

I didn’t see the badger, and when I did, I got down, and the branch broke. Aleph swallowed so hard Cedrick could hear it. I-I’m s-scared, Cedrick.

Don’t be, Cedrick declared gently but firmly. I’m not going to let you get hurt. You understand?

With a sniff, Aleph nodded, looking down at him, But why? 

Because... Cedrick said slowly to keep from waking the badger and assure the child. I’m here to protect you. That’s why I like you, and I’m not going to let you get hurt. Hold still, and I’ll get you. Cedrick looked around for a way to get Aleph down safely. Aleph, I need you to go up, to where the ball was. I know it sounds funny, but trust me.

Aleph nodded, and holding the ball tightly made the climb, making a few leaves fall. One of these leaves fell onto the badger’s nose, and it sniffed it off, but thank the Father, stayed asleep. Cedrick breathed a sigh of relief and nodded his encouragement to Aleph until he got to the branch Cedrick had directed him to. Another branch broke off. It was just a twig, but it made the badger snarl, which made Aleph let out a little squeal of fright. 

Aleph, Cedrick said firmly. Aleph, don’t be scared. Look at me; Aleph, look at me. Cedrick was loving, but harsh in his tone because Aleph had to listen to him. 

Aleph sniffed, and trembling, looked down at Cedrick. I-I can’t.

Yes, you can. I’ll make sure you make it. On my life, I will. But you have to trust me. I’m right here for you, and I will protect you: always, Cedrick promised. Now you have the ball? Aleph nodded in response. Good boy, you’re doing great. Amazing. Now come out to the edge of the branch away from the badger.

Aleph nodded and did as asked, but a smaller section of the branch broke and fell, and to their luck, fell onto the badger, waking it up in a bad mood. Aleph gasped in fear as it stood up, snarling and looking up to have its crazed, yellow eyes land on Aleph. Its hiss made even Cedrick shudder, and the beast’s fur stood on edge as it growled again and moved up towards Aleph.

Aleph screamed and covered his head with his arms. Cedrick, help me! He screamed. 

Without a second thought, Cedrick jumped and grabbed onto the first branch, but he knew his instinctive plan was even too slow, and there was only one way to get Aleph down in time. Aleph, you have to jump to me!

What?! Aleph’s scream was loud enough to make birds fly off in fright.

Aleph, you have to jump. I will catch you. I promise I’ll never let you down and will always have you, but you must trust me and jump. Aleph, jump! Cedrick saw the badger just behind Aleph; the boy had mere seconds.

Aleph looked from Cedrick to the killer badger and back again before taking a deep breath and making the leap. Cedrick caught him, but the boy’s speed made them both fall off the limb Cedrick had foolishly jumped onto; however, Cedrick made sure to land on the bottom so Aleph was cushioned by Cedrick’s body, though it sent a spasm of pain through Cedrick’s spine.

Are you okay? Cedrick asked the moment Aleph landed. The question coming out with the air Aleph’s fall forced out of him.

Yeah, Aleph laughed, That was awesome! And he hugged Cedrick tight around the neck, but Cedrick was painfully aware this wasn’t over yet. The badger was already after them.

Run! Cedrick shot to his feet, grabbed Aleph, tossed him over his back and ran for it, only thinking to get Aleph out of there. He was impressed Aleph still held the ball as Cedrick felt it bouncing off his back as he ran. 

When Cedrick burst from the tree line, the others watched him in confusion. They’d just finished packing up to leave, and it looked like they’d been calling the two boys to come back. Meanwhile, Aleph was laughing in delight. Again! He squealed.

Do you want the badger to eat you?! Cedrick demanded.

Um...yeah, Aleph nodded, but Cedrick ignored his stupid comment. He dove for the carriage and flopped onto the floor, panting.

Cedrick Custod, what in all creation is going on? Elphacena demanded.

We’re being chased by an evil badger! Aleph declared as if he was announcing they’d invented the best play for Sparkleball ever. 

What? Elphacena looked at Cedrick.

There is an evil badger as big as a wolf back there, Cedrick said. And we’re being chased by it. Aleph woke it when getting the ball back, so unless you want to fight it, we should run. 

Sarai was getting into the carriage just as the badger appeared, and it was truly massive, so much so that Drake leapt into the carriage at the mere sight of it. 

What did you do? Drake demanded. 

Aleph excitedly told his father the story as they all scrambled into the carriage to make a run for it. 

You poked the badger?!

No, it was in the tree, papa, and I was climbing it. Cedrick helped me down.

And it’s not done with us. Go, go! Cedrick insisted as Aleph rattled off the story.

Yeah! And I had to jump, and I thought I’d die, it was so high!

It wasn’t that bad, Cedrick tried to cover for Aleph to his mother, so she’d not get worked up at him, but she wasn’t thinking about that.

Explain later. For now, let’s leave before... Then she let out an ear-splitting scream as the badger jumped at the window. They all screamed. 

There it is! Aleph declared as if saying his new pet dog had arrived. In that moment, Cedrick decided he hated children as he went to the window and punched the badger across the hairy, spit-infested snout, knocking it from the window as the carriage took off.

Aleph threw his head out the window, It’s still following us! Come on, ugly! Cedrick will beat you!

Aleph Durman! Get back in here! Sarai yanked Aleph inside.

Elphacena was giving Cedrick a death glare, and Cedrick shrugged innocently. Well...it wasn’t the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. He defended himself. As he did, the badger finally gave up and headed home. 

That did get a laugh out of Elphacena, and thankfully, neither boy got into trouble over the affair, though Aleph sure was proud of his new ‘Custod Story’. He was still going on about it when they camped out under the summer stars that night. Well, while the adults did. Aleph’s parents fell asleep in moments, and Elphacena fell asleep snuggled up to her husband, while listening to Cedrick talk to Aleph in a deep, soothing voice in order to let the others sleep, while Aleph kept bouncing like an overexcited baby. 

After a while, Aleph stopped and looked at Cedrick lying on the bed roll with his apparently sleeping wife and tilted his head like a puppy. Why are you just sitting there? He complained.

Cedrick yawned hugely, making Elphacena smile a little in her sleep. She liked the feeling of his chest rising and falling. I’m tired, Cedrick chuckled. Aren’t you after all we did today?

Aleph frowned and shook his head. I’m bored.

Even after the adventure with the badger?

Yeah, Aleph whined that same whine that was starting to get on Cedrick’s nerves. 

Oh my. You really are a ball of energy, aren’t you? Cedrick teased. He kept telling himself he didn’t like kids, but clearly, he couldn’t help himself.

Aleph sighed exasperatedly, quite amusing for an eight-year-old, and flopped next to Cedrick cross-legged, holding his ankles. I don’t know; I’m bored. He started to rock back and forth.

Well, it’s good. Enjoy it while you’re young, Cedrick said. Besides, if you’re this bored, you’ll fall right asleep.

Why don’t you just play me to sleep? Aleph perked up hopefully.

Play to sleep? How does that work? Cedrick asked. 

We play until we’re too tired and fall asleep.

I don’t think so.

Why not?

Because I don’t want to wake her up, and I belong to her. Cedrick said. And that matters more to me than playing.

She owns you? Aleph pulled a face.

Cedrick laughed. Sort of. I belong to her, and she belongs to me. We’re a couple, and we made a promise to each other. Because of that, we belong to each other forever: me to her, and she to me. 

Aleph stuck out his tongue. That would be miserable to be stuck with a girl.

No, it isn’t. It’s great. One day, you’ll understand. Sure we fight, but being together forever helps us stay faithful to each other, and that brings the best joy. We can’t ever be apart now because of those promises, which makes it easier to get through hard times knowing you have to work together to keep that forever bond. 

That doesn’t make sense, Aleph insisted. You should stop and get free like me.

I can’t. The promises I made are forever, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, and it helps knowing that you can’t just run out of it. It means I have to face the trouble, and I’m very glad it makes me do that. 

"Really, no way out ever?" Aleph seemed horrified and hopeful at the same time, which made Cedrick a bit curious.

Never. Cedrick shook his head.

My mom and dad too?

Yes. Once you’re married, it’s forever. Cedrick assured him.

Even when they fight?

Yeah.

Oh... Aleph looked at his feet. 

Why? Cedrick studied him carefully. 

My mama and papa fight sometimes, Aleph said, and I wonder what happens then.

Well...it may be hard, but because of their promises, they’re together forever, Cedrick said. I’d not worry.

Okay. Aleph kept watching his feet, and after a little while, Aleph spoke again. What is it like to have a big brother?

Mmm? Cedrick had almost fallen asleep.

To have a big brother! The king is your big brother. Is that good? Aleph asked.

Oh...well it’s good, and... Cedrick shrugged. I don’t know any different. It was nice I guess. Helped me deal with my dad.

What about a sister? Aleph made a face, to have a big sister? 

It’s alright, I guess better because I don’t have a mom, so it was nice to have some girl...I guess. I don’t know any different, so I don’t know. Cedrick admitted.

Aleph swallowed and glanced at his sleeping parents. What about a little brother? Did you ever want one?

Cedrick sighed, I don’t know. My mom died when I was born, so I never thought about it; it wasn’t possible for me.

Oh...but if you could...would you...want a little brother? Aleph asked, a bit hopefully.

I guess so, Cedrick smiled a bit, raising his head slightly to look at Aleph. When he did, he noticed a little yawn escape the boy. Alright, come on to bed now. He said.

I don’t want to. Aleph pouted and threw himself back. Would you want a little sister? That wouldn’t be good would it? 

Aleph, Cedrick sighed. It will be fun to be a big brother no matter if it’s to a brother or sister. Now it’s late, and you’re tired. 

I don’t want to, Aleph yawned.

You don’t have to leave. Come, sit with me. Cedrick invited Aleph to get under the blanket on his other side.

Can I?

Sure, come on, Cedrick gestured Aleph over.

Carefully, Aleph crept closer and cuddled into Cedrick’s other side. Elphacena let out a contented sigh and slept on. See? It’s nice. Cedrick assured him. Go to sleep.

Um-um, Aleph shook his head sleepily, his eyes already closed. Cedrick smiled a little and got an idea. He tried to hum some music to soothe him to sleep. It worked, and soon, the boy was fast asleep against him, making Cedrick smile.

Aleph looked so sweet and innocent in his sleep, and if anything, even younger. Sleep well. Cedrick kissed his blond hair and settled more comfortably into his wife. 

Cedrick? Aleph said softly.

Yeah? Cedrick asked.

Are you my big brother? He asked sleepily.

Sure. Cedrick smiled and secured the blanket around him. I’m always there to protect you.

Big brother protector. Aleph smiled in his mostly asleep state. Mine. He rubbed his head into Cedrick’s side and fell into a full sleep.

That’s right. Cedrick smiled. Always there to protect you.  

THEY ARRIVED IN THEIR first city the next day. Aleph was wiggling around like a lost squirrel in excitement. The boy was bouncing around the carriage like the ball Elphacena let them play with. To calm him down, Cedrick had them play on the side during the tryouts for the sports teams. It drew more attention to it. Cedrick hoped that made Roxorim and the others happy. He could do ‘play marketing’.  

These kinds of improvised events seemed to annoy Garlin, the man in charge of this city’s events, but he didn't dare try to correct Cedrick as he was not only the famous enchanter, but the king's brother and most famous Custod. The poor coordinator didn't want to get in trouble for crossing him. But he did insist Cedrick and the rest arrive on time to the events people paid for, which got Cedrick out of a fifth game with Aleph, but put him into an even more frightening spot.

I can't do this. Cedrick stared at his own pale reflection in the full-length mirror displaying him in full formal attire, attire he was very familiar with. (After ruining the first set fighting with Heklis’s double, he had to endure the tailor, Trenton, fighting to make new ones that fit. Cedrick had endured many pokes and pins to be sure this one fit and wouldn’t get ruined. Cedrick had endured one too many fittings.) Cedrick had been nervous for these parties before, but that was nothing compared to now; even battle nerves didn't feel this. 

Why not? Elphacena asked calmly as she helped Cedrick adjust the last minute touches on his formal uniform. This time it was made to fit and let him move, unlike the last set, which he'd all but destroyed in his battle with Heklis's fake a few months before. I see no reason you can't handle this, She smirked seductively. After all, you handle me just fine. She kissed him, hoping to inspire him to some confidence, but it only lasted as long as the kiss. 

Cedrick swallowed as she pulled back. I...I just can't. I can't do this.

And what is this? Elphacena asked.

A... people person. Cedrick tried.

You’re not a people person? Elphacena raised an eyebrow.

I don’t do crowds, or strangers, but I do, sadly, do making a fool of myself. Cedrick replied. I’m a warrior not... whatever you’d call this.

That's not a reason, honey. Elphacena said as she flattened down the fabric over his chest. And because it's not a reason. My reason is your a powerful, capable Custod. I wouldn't stress so much.

Are you sure? Because I am very far from sure. Cedrick said. I'm a warrior, not...not this.

You're not a warrior; you're a Custod, and that is different. I didn't think I could go back and face the resistance after what they accused me of, but because of you, I was able to do it, and now I'll do the same for you. You'll be okay. You had me then, and I have you now, She kissed his cheek. 

Really?

Really, you will be amazing. One thing I know is this will be a night to remember. Elphacena assured him as she finished making her finishing touches on his uniform.

"Likely, but why it will be a night to remember is going to be the question," Cedrick sighed.

I know why it will be. Elphacena grinned mischievously, and leaned close to his ear, her long red hair tickling his neck and her breath making him shudder as her breath slid down his