The Custod Chronicles Ashes: The Custod Chronicles, #3

By Charity Mae

The truth is about to come out, but not before Cedrick finally undergoes his final test. The one that should have been his first. Cedrick is set to take the Custod test, and what he learns along the way will change anything. In the final installment of the main Custod Chronicles, Cedrick and his family will have to uncover the full truth, defeat Heklis, and restore the proper world order. But what will it cost them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charity Mae
• Release date: May 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781733057455

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Chapter 1

His Father’s Son

T he end is coming.

Really, sir?

Why of course.

And how do you know that?

Last time we had a meeting like this, the little enchanter killed the ‘double me’.

Rothemrid, yes.

And now we're having another meeting like that, and he killed sneaky face.

Rackwrith, yes sir.

So...it's the beginning of the end! Heklis declared, throwing his arms up to the sky as he stretched into a lounging position across his throne. Because it now has happened three times, and three times is the end.

Emmerick gave him a sideways glare through his finely done dark hair. If you say so, sir. Emmerick snapped the newspaper in his hand straight then pulled the pages in front of him, his sleeves falling a bit, showing off his tribal, feather like tattoos.

Well, that means you’re next, Ricky, old chum. Heklis got up to smack Emmerick on the back.

Instead, Emmerick shot to his feet, shot across the room, and pinned Heklis to the wall by the throat, a knife adding to the pressure on his larynx. "Don't you ever call me Ricky. EVER!" Emmerick warned slowly, his tone dark until he yelled the last word.

Alright. Okay. Jeeeeeeeeeeeesh, Heklis hissed the last word with the pressure on his throat.

With a shove, Emmerick dropped him.

Em'ick is no fun, Heklis pouted in the tone of a toddler.

Emmerick stood opposite his master. His expression had returned to the dull expression he always wore. With a flick of his cloak, Emmerick strode over to the bench and sat down in it once again, snapping the newspaper back to attention.

Oo! Heklis beamed, rolling onto his hands and knees to launch himself across the room at Emmerick's newspaper.

Emmerick didn't react until he lifted his paper at the last moment, letting Heklis almost smash into the wall. Not this time, he informed his master dully before returning to his reading.

Heklis pouted once again. But-but the pattern, he complained. We have to finish the Beginning of the End like we did the last time

My lord, Emmerick sighed heavily. You didn't steal my newspaper in the last 'he killed someone' meeting. That was after that. So it's not a repeat for you to steal my paper or anything else from me. If there was anything else for you to steal. Emmerick rolled his eyes and returned to his reading.

Aw, but that isn't as fun. Heklis got to his feet, folding his arms like a dismissed child with a huff. He just stood there pouting.

After a moment, Emmerick groaned to himself and rolled his eyes. Oh look, master, he said like a bad actor reading out his lines, over dramatic and bored. A sale on your favorite snacks.

Emmerick’s expression didn't change as Heklis gave out a cry of delight and stole the paper. Emmerick kept up his bad act as he groaned at the interruption.

That's not my favorite, Heklis groaned and looked down at Emmerick.

My bad, sir. Emerick tilted his hat to cover his head, crossed his ankles, and put his hands behind his head. I'll get it right next time.

You better. Heklis nodded. You're starting to be just like the other idiots that were in my way. A twisted smile made its slow progress up Heklis's cheeks. But now they're not in my way, I can finally claim the boy that is mine.

Yes, yes, your 'son', Emmerick drawled, wanting to get this rant over with.

Yes, in magic most of all.

Ever thought of just telling him he’s yours? Emmerick asked dryly.

Oh, old Custod will do it himself. Heklis smiled a twisted grin. And it will do us much more good.

CEDRICK’S FACE PALED and fell, eyes widening in horror. W-what? He breathed almost as if he'd been stabbed. That's not possible. What do you mean you're not my only father? Cedrick demanded with a hint of panic in his voice.

Margorim coughed weakly. It's a long story. One I'm not sure I have time to tell you.

Don't give me that excuse, father, Cedrick snapped his voice growing shaper. You can't say things like that and just expect me to let it drop. What do you mean?

I lied to you all when I said we never left the woods after we fled from Heklis's purge, Margorim explained in a fading voice.

I know that. But how are you not my only father? Cedrick knew his father was stalling, trying to avoid telling him the truth. Why would his father hide it? The question hurt as if it was a bruise deep inside of him that throbbed with each new avoidance. I saw that vision. What happened?

Heklis kidnapped your mother. I don't know if he was aware of who she was at the time, but he took her.

Cedrick's face fell further, filling with dread. The pale color of his skin contrasting his black hair more than normal. But it made his deep blue eyes even more haunting. You don't mean...

No, she was already pregnant with you. Or so she said, Margorim replied.

Then what the vell do you mean? Cedrick demanded, angry and hurt now. It was hard to breathe. His mind was spinning like it had when he'd lost too much blood. What could his father mean by not being his only father? It made no sense.  I can't have two fathers.

You'd think so, but this is different, Margorim groaned. I promised I'd never tell. Your mother swears he didn't touch her. True or not, it was my fault she was able to be taken at all.

And I'm sorry you feel that way, but I need the answers, Father. No more games. Cedrick's eyes bore into his father, furious, frustrated, and ready to beat it out of him.

Heklis uses magic to get women to cooperate when he takes them, Margorim said. And your mother said she never felt the magic take effect. It didn't go into her. It went into you. It did something to you. Heklis gloated to her that it made you his forever.

But how does that make him my father?! Cedrick was shouting now. Or are you saying you think mother lied? It would explain why he and his siblings looked so different. She just said it was magic, but was it? How could they know?

Because if you are really mine, I sired your life, but Heklis sired what you are, Margorim replied. So it doesn’t really matter which is true. A deep pain came into his eyes, and he looked down. And if not, he is just your father. He sired your magic. Each power and ability you have came from him. He gave it to you as surely as your mother gave you life. The Custod magic from your mother and Heklis's twisted magic combined into you to make you who and what you are. I don’t really know if she was already pregnant with you or not when he took her. It was too soon to know. She insisted she was, but how can we really know?

Cedrick breathing came in short and rapid. His mind was reeling. His body was going into shock. Cedrick tried to keep himself calm by controlling his breathing, feeling his chest rise to relax him, but his desire wasn't doing much to calm his mind or body. He was starting to feel numb.

He couldn't stand there any longer. He had to go. Cedrick shut his eyes and turned to the door.

Cedrick, His father called after him.

Please father, Cedrick paused only long enough to say it. I-I need a moment. Just...it's a lot to take in. And deep down, a different bruise was throbbing. No, the same bruise was throbbing. Though this news scared him and fit all that had happened before, he knew there was more his father was hiding.

I understand. Margorim bowed his head, but Cedrick didn’t see it. Cedrick just left and closed the door behind him, his heart enjoying a game in his throat.

Cedrick? Elphacena frowned, coming over to him and putting a hand on his arm. You alright? What did he say?

Is he alright? A flash of blonde hair made Cedrick glance over as Arylana dashed into the room behind Cedrick. Cedrick let her. He was too numb to care either way.

Elphacena and Roxorim both frowned as they looked at Cedrick. What did father say? Roxorim asked gently and with concern. A comforting smile lifting his blond beard and shining in his brown eyes.

He’s not my father, Cedrick stammered.

What? Roxorim frowned deeper, his heavy eyebrows drawing in confusion. With a shaking breath, Cedrick explained what had happened.

Well...guess that’s one way to explain it. Elphacena swallowed.

The only way, if you ask Father, Cedrick said as his face slowly grew paler. Should he even call him that? Margorim even seemed to wonder if Cedrick was his. Mother said he was, but was it true? 

Elphacena took his arms, Hey, she said, it doesn’t change anything. It just tells us where you got your powers from.

That's not how father reacted. Cedrick finally met eyes with her. It’s why he did it all. He’s not my father. It’s why he suppressed my powers, why he pushed me so much, had no faith in me. Cedrick’s eyes became lost, looking into nothing. Like vene, he really meant to try to squish the magic out of me: to get Heklis out of me. Cedrick shut his eyes and shuddered. He agreed now. His father was right to tell him not to use magic, to use Heklis’s gift. Cedrick thought he may be sick. Likely, his birth father’s gift.

Cedrick, Cedrick, it’s not like that. Elphacena tried to meet his eyes again, It’s not like that at all.

Heklis gave me this gift. He might be... 

You don’t know that. Putting magic in someone doesn’t always, in fact it rarely, gives that child magic, Elphacena said.

Liar! Cedrick locked eyes with her again and went down the list. How about the boy from Velleria? What about the magician child? What about the fish boy? What about me? Cedrick’s voice cracked, making his eyes stare into nothing again. I’m just an extension of him. He could just see through my eyes.

We have no way to know anyone can do that. Elphacena folded her arms, giving Cedrick that look she did, lifting her head towards him, making a strand of her red hair fall into her face, lifting an eyebrow and giving him a questioning half smile.  You’re speaking crazy.

Am I? Cedrick demanded. I have dreams of them. Heklis was saying it was the beginning of the end to Emmerick. Is it because he knew I was about to find out the truth?

Elphacena flinched but went on as if she’d not heard him. Cedrick, he would have found you as a child then. He’d wanted to take you and raise you. That’s why he wanted me, remember? He wanted to control the child we’d make. He would have wanted to control you. I doubt he knew you survived. He likely thought you, like your mother, died.

He didn’t know my mother was dead.

He didn’t know any of you still lived, Elphacena countered. 

Or he got distracted.

Calm down. Roxorim came over to Elphacena’s aid and took his brother’s shoulders in his massive hands. I know it’s a shock, and you’re only talking from shock. Snap out of it so we can calm you down. We’ll worry about the bigger stuff later, just relax please. Roxorim actually shook Cedrick.

Cedrick’s head jostled, and it started him, waking him up. The tears filled his eyes as his breathing became deeper. I’m sorry, he squeaked. I’m just shocked and scared about what it means.

Cedrick, Elphacena said gently, this was just as true yesterday as today and just as true five years ago as it is now. It doesn’t change anything. It just explains where your powers come from.

They’re his!

No, Elphacena said calmly and put a hand to Cedrick’s cheek and forced him to look into her deep green eyes, "it means you took that magic and made it your own. I know what Heklis’s magic feels like, and I know what your magic feels like, and they are not the same. You are not that man. You took his magic in you and your Custod magic and blended them into your own. You are safe from him controlling you. Your father may fear it’s true, but he doesn’t know magic like I do. It isn’t true. He gave you magic to try to control you, but you took it and made it your power. I am glad you did. I think this is exactly what we needed. The Maker provided someone like you for this. You took good and bad magic and blended it into a good magic that can rival Heklis. This is a power to you. It’s a good thing. Have faith in that."

Cedrick bowed his head and nodded. He didn’t feel like he wanted to be told why it was okay; he wanted to be told it was going to be okay. He didn’t feel assured. He felt more pressured to be more, and he wasn’t ready for that at all.  Being Heklis’s child just... meant he had more of a role in beating him. It meant he had to rival him more. Be better, grander than him even more than before.

Elphacena sighed and hugged him. Cedrick held her tightly, needing that assurance. Nothing changed, bud, Roxorim said. You’re still my nuts best bro.

I’m your only brother, Cedrick reminded him.

Doesn’t mean you’re not the best. Roxorim smiled. Even if you’re short. Just another bit of evidence he was Heklis’s. He didn’t get Margorim’s giant viking genes. Heklis had dark hair too, not too unlike his.

You’re still the man I love, Elphacena said. You didn’t know that made you what you are, but you’re still what you are now, you know. Nothing really changed. We’re here. We all are the same. It only tells you the whole truth behind your father. That’s all.

But did it? Though Cedrick was feeling better something still didn’t feel right. He felt there were more secrets, but what he could only guess.

Chapter 2

A Happily Ruined Day

Though he knew his father could die, Cedrick couldn’t go back in to see him. A week passed, and he still couldn’t speak with him. He just couldn’t figure out how to respond or behave. Was the man in that bed even his father? Being in the healing ward himself didn’t help much.

The head doctor, Carver, let Cedrick return home as long as his wife promised to keep a good eye on him. He had too many people who needed the attention. If he could send them home, he needed the space.

Cedrick also feared using his own magic knowing what it came from. He knew he’d been fine for years, but now, it scared him. Perhaps his father was right to try to squash it out of him. Cedrick spent the days in the healing quarters trying to think about anything else, and his time pretending to be quite interested in Roxorim’s wedding as it was the only distraction at the moment while so many of their higher ups healed, most of all General Mercutio.

A week later Carver discharged Margorim but gave them strict rules about keeping an eye on him. His heart was still delicate and likely would never be whole again. Margorim was not to do anything that might excite his heart, and because he was known to be worse than Cedrick when it came to following orders, they were charged to keep a close eye on him.

Cedrick tried to help with this but avoided speaking to his father more than casually. Arylana was the most tense and on edge about her father’s care. But she was also tense about everything else. She tried to take over looking after their father on her own, snapping at anyone else, even the healers.

Arylana was telling her siblings all off once again while Margorim rested, when Roxorim had had just about enough of her snappishness. He snapped back, Fine. I'll get Mercutio.

Arylana ground her teeth, snarling and glaring at her elder brother before letting it drop and leaving the healing quarters. Cedrick frowned and looked at his brother. What was that about?

Roxorim shrugged as if it was the same old news. Oh, Mercutio proposed, and she'd been avoiding him since.

What? Cedrick and Elphacena's eyes went wide.

Roxorim nodded solemnly. Just after he recovered. She said ‘vell no’ and stormed out on him. She's not spoken to him since. But she's also been a brix since, so I figure if she doesn't shape up soon, I'll make them talk ‘til she calms down.

I knew it, Cedrick smirked.

Elphacena rolls her eyes. Of course, you did, she sighed. But he's working on what he's allowed to use, so let's drop it and get set for a wedding.

Roxorim flushed. Sorry, he grumbled. I wish it didn't have to be such a big fuss.

Even if Airabelle wanted it to be? Elphacena coaxed. It got a smile from Roxorim, and he nods his thanks to Elphacena. Here, why don't you and I go over this. Elphacena suggested to be helpful and guided Roxorim away from the trouble.

Cedrick chuckled and rolled his eyes. He glanced at his father to see he was looking at Cedrick. A gush of adrenaline made Cedrick’s body tense, driving him to quickly look away. Though Arylana’s wild behavior may have clued him in, they hadn't told Margorim his condition may be permanent. The guilt of it bubbled in Cedrick’s stomach, but they feared what he'd do. If he thought he'd heal, he'd take it easy longer. Perhaps helping him survive longer.

Doing his best not to look his father in the eye, Cedrick went back to helping with the wedding decorations, brushing through the healing ward to the reception hall. The large white and gold reception hall was mostly bare at the moment, but there was a lot planned to fill in the space. Cedrick spotted some of the gold trimmings they were going to put around the walls, and picked it up in one smooth movement. He started to climb up the ladder to put the vines over the hooks. Cedrick was so busy with making sure each loop went through the right hook, and trying to forget his own thoughts, he wasn’t watching his father. He didn't notice what his father was doing until a sharp gasp shot through Cedrick like a dart.

Cedrick jumped and looked down to see Margorim stumble into the wall, clutching at his chest, pale behind his beard.

Father! Cedrick leapt down—though it sent a jolt through his still sore chest—and was at his father's side in time to catch him as he lost his balance for a moment.

Relax, Cedrick. I'm alright, Margorim huffed through his heavy panting. Just a sudden jot. He stood up on his own and walked off, but there was a sway to his step that told Cedrick he was still light headed.

You should sit down, Cedrick insisted. What were you doing?

Just helping. Margorim waved at a bag of more wall settings that he'd been holding. I was handing them up to the other hangers. He sat down tiredly. I'm fine.

A fresh gasp cut across his lungs, and his eyes slid out of focus. Cedrick didn't wait for him to fully fall this time. He put his arms around him and got him to his feet, supporting his weight.

What were you really doing? Cedrick demanded. Did you run to pass them out?

I walked.

A fast one. Cedrick glared back. His father couldn't deny it. Cedrick groaned in frustration as his heart ached. Did his father have to make this so hard? It was bad enough without Cedrick worrying he wouldn’t have time to sort out his feelings towards this man, to even figure if he was his father or not.

Cedrick doubled down on his dare, scooping him up, and raced his father to Carver. His rush through the halls and buildings drew quite a bit of attention, but Cedrick didn’t care. He rammed his shoulder into the doctor's door to bang it open. It made Carver jump as Cedrick came in with his father. Something's wrong. Cedrick set Margorim down in a chair.

Margorim was still panting but not as heavily. Carver knelt down to Margorim's eye level, his dark, wrinkled eyes examining Margorim’s face carefully. Margorim, Margorim Custod, look at me. Carver tried to meet the man's eyes, but his tone was more gentle than Cedrick expected, firm, but gentle. Tell me what you're feeling.

I was just helping, Margorim grumbled.

I didn't ask what you were doing. What do you feel? Carver asked. You're not in trouble here. Relax. You were just being helpful. No crime. Just helping with decorations? His smooth tone was surprisingly calming. Even Cedrick’s shoulders relaxed a little at the doctor’s focused and calm manner.

Margorim nodded. I didn't climb the ladder or anything. He defended, his panting filling the quiet space.

Good, like I told you. Carver smiled.

What happened? Cedrick frowned as he watched his father's breathing even and his skin regained its normal color.

Heart shock, Carver said calmly. His heart gets overworked and tries to keep up in a way it can't. It skips, so to speak, panics, and blood flow drops suddenly. Heart palpitations are no joke. It causes dizziness and a sharp pain, but calming him down normally balances it out, if it hasn't gone on too long. Carver gave Margorim a playful, telling-off expression, raising one brow and smiling up the opposite corner of his mouth. That was for your information too. So be careful of it.

Thanks. Margorim gruffed, but it didn't sound like he meant it as he stood up, pushing the chair he’d sat on back into the wall. Even weak, he looked huge in the small space, just the chair, one low counter with a mattress on it, and then the work desk Caver was standing in front of, covered in books, bottles, and other doctor stuff Cedrick didn’t know the name or purpose of. Can I go now?

Carver nodded warmly. Yes, but call if you need me, alright? This isn't to punish you but to help you.

Margorim huffed his disbelief.

And Cedrick. Carver looked back at the younger Custod with a slight smirk. Don't carry your father around. He's double your size, and I doubt you're fully healed either.

Cedrick flushed and looked down at the dark wood floor. Yes sir.

Good, now go enjoy planning your family wedding. I have patients more foolish than you to attend to, Carver teased and held the door open to see them out.

On their way out, Roxorim and Elphacena spotted them and ran down the hall to them to ask what happened. Carver must have heard their frantic questions, because he stepped out to explain to them before hurrying them off back to their planning.

They kept a sharp eye on Margorim. Arylana kept on him like a hawk. If anything, it caused more heart skips for him. The others were quick to help when allowed. Margorim seemed to want to speak to Cedrick about their conversation before, and yet, didn’t. Cedrick was admittedly glad for this. He still wasn’t sure he knew what to do or how to handle his anger, hurt, and fear. At least, the wedding was a distraction, even if it wasn’t a fun one. The one good thing Cedrick had to say about the wedding was that he finally felt fully healed from his injuries, even if his heart was taking longer to heal.

Inside, Cedrick's heart ached. It ached to know the full truth. Days lying in bed, thinking about what his father said convinced him he was right in his suspicion. There was more that Margorim wasn’t telling him. He told him about the magic being placed inside him to distract Cedrick from the bigger secret he didn't want him to know. Perhaps it was just the fact that Cedrick was really Heklis’s son. Or maybe it was worse. How Cedrick knew this, he couldn’t say, but he just knew it.

But with the wedding going on, Cedrick couldn't bear to break the mood for his family and risk his father's heart. So though the rest of the world was happy and excited for the wedding, Cedrick just felt tired and worn from his own family. At least, the party after allowed him to hide in a corner.

Elphacena was happy to do the same. She stood back and her eyes roved over the people walking into the hall. The golden decorations were everywhere. It made the normally bland walls look better, but Cedrick couldn’t help but wonder when too much was too much. Elphacena watched the people go by, skipping and celebrating with a sparkle of longing in her eye. A slight smile crossed Cedrick’s face as he watched her eyes dance over it all.: the sparkling of the candles on each table that lit up the whole room. The sparkles shine brighter in the high golden decorations that cover everything. It was pretty.  Even if maybe a bit much. Elphacena’s eyes caught Cedrick’s looking at her, and she tried to hide it and make sure he didn’t feel alone, but she shouldn't have.

Cedrick spotted the longing, and it instantly distracted him. He frowned and asked her what was wrong.

Nothing, I'm just sorry their happiness doesn't help you, she lied smoothly, smoothing some imaginary wrinkle in her skirt.

Cedrick tilted his head, giving her a sideways look with a mini crooked grin. She frowned and glared right back. It just made Cedrick smile wider. What is it you long for, pretty one? He taunted.

Elphacena flushed almost as red as her hair. Nothing, She insisted.

It is something, and I will find out what. Cedrick declared, springing from his chair and offering her his arm.

Elphacena rolled her eyes with a soft smile, as she took a tight hold of her husband's arm and guided him into leading her into the royal hall.

The room was beautiful. High golden decorations covered everything. Joel, the Head Keeper, stood at the front alter with the king. The rows of chairs that were there for the on lookers were staggered and made into a half circle to help every seat have a good view. They were painted gold but likely weren’t pure gold. The white fabric on them were painfully bright. Roxorim looked nervous, but he also couldn’t seem to stop smiling. His white suit was well decorated with gold in trimming and thread to match his golden crown. He caught eyes with Cedrick. Cedrick returned the look by pulling a mocking expression of his elder brother's face, greatly exaggerating his delighted grin, making his eyes as small as possible with the smile. That got a laugh from Roxorim that dropped the tension in Roxorim's shoulders. It helped lighten his features.

Elphacena gave her husband a sideways look and bumped him playfully with her hips, well hidden in her long dress. Cedrick grinned back as he released her to go stand at the bride’s side. He caught a whiff of her teasing scent as he ran his hand along her back as he let go. Cedrick went to stand by his brother. He still didn't like his role as best man, but it did at least make it easier to pick on his brother, even if the position was all for royal show.'

The ceremony went smoothly. Cedrick had a first row view of Elphacena's glowing face as she watched. The eyes of all others may have been on the couple coming together to be wed, but Cedrick's eyes were for his own bride alone. She seemed to glow more bright and golden than the whole room. It made him feel like he could still smell her even though she was far away.

Had she dreamed of her wedding being more like this? Is that what she thought of as they waited to walk in? Long lost dreams of what her own wedding should have been like. Sure, she was willing to exchange it for the man she wanted, but she had to still wish for the wedding she'd dreamed of as a girl.

Well, that was one thing he might be able to fix. Cedrick smiled to himself a bit as Joel pronounced the couple bound and invited Roxorim to kiss his new bride. The crowd erupted into clapping and cheers, getting to their feet to applaud at the joyous union of their king. Cedrick whooped with them, clapping louder than the rest before calling. Kiss her again!

It made many laugh, including Elphacena, her tinkle of a laugh easier for Cedrick to catch in the crowd. Roxorim flushed, but the pink flush of shy pleasure on the dark cheek of his bride Cedrick enjoyed far more. Roxorim took the challenge. A warm ring of laughter filled the hall as they enjoyed another kiss.

Finally, the couple stepped down to greet their people as a second ceremony was set up. The coronation and upholding of the queen. It was a simple ceremony, one Cedrick had never seen before, but reminded him well of his brother's coronation.

Airabelle was pronounced queen only upon the agreement of the people. just like Roxorim was. She was pronounced queen, as equal as the king, with a Creator given mandate to be the voice of the helpless people, manage local affairs, be the domestic overseer of local economy and disputes as her husband oversaw things foreign and military. She accepted the peoples' election, and a stunning tiara made just for her was placed on her head to match her husband's.

Then came the real fun, or so Cedrick intended, of the ball planned after the ceremonies. The sunset had happened alongside the wedding itself, per tradition.

They tried to keep it quick, so the couple could have their evening, but the visitors from other nations made that difficult. Cedrick had so far never had to deal with them. It became apparent that dealing with them was little to no fun at all.

At the moment Cedrick entered the celebration hall with Elphacena on his arm, he heard one king complaining about being assigned to the queen's side for the seating arrangement rather than the king's side as he should have been. Why had the king of Englaria been awarded the honor, and he had not?

So you could both be close, Cedrick muttered to himself and his bride.

Don't say that too loud, Elphacena warned, looking around the bright golden room. Englaria and Spearim are the only other nations not formally under Heklis's control. True, Heklis appointed their father's to rule before them, and they are not Potentates with true authority, but they still have loyal subjects in their kingdoms and should be respected. The Spearimish king is upset because they have had tense relationships and rivalries with Englaria since the twin kings split the lands between them hundreds of years ago. You better not do anything to make those relationships more tense.

Cedrick frowns. Like what?

I don't know. Your... Elphacena fought for words, biting her lip as her eyes darting as if looking for the word. You-ness.

That makes no sense, Cedrick stated bluntly, looking up as if this were a silly conversation.

Only to you, my love. Elphacena rolled her eyes.

Cedrick's wicked idea popped back into his mind. He grinned wickedly. Only to you, my love. Cedrick took her hand. Come, let us dance. You shall be the belle of the ball. You’ll make a great distraction to let the bride slip away. After all, you had your wedding night.

What? Elphacena frowned, but Cedrick did not answer. He only twirled her onto the dance floor to treat her like a princess.

Elphacena immensely enjoyed it. Laughing and surprised by Cedrick's sudden pampering, but she enjoyed it, and she saw it kept her husband happily distracted. The sparkle in his eyes was not one she'd seen in a long time.

You are cute. Elphacena grinned as the couple circled each other.

Cute?

Yes, your sweet farm boy is so cute amidst all this pomp and pride of the courts.

Cedrick smiled and kissed her gently. If you say so.

You are impossible. Elphacena laughed.

Only because you like it. Cedrick grinned mischievously and twirled her around.

Eventually, they grew hot and decided to sit and enjoy a treat for a bit. They found Joel sitting alone at a table. Let's give him something fun to do, while he's trapped here. Elphacena coaxed Cedrick. She would wish she hadn't.

Joel blinked as the couple joined him and smiled. Nice to see you two doing well. I was watching you dancing before. Seems even after two years you're doing well.

First year was rocky, and frankly, so was the second. But our lives have been the same.  Elphacena shrugged.

Cedrick smiled gently. And she'd borne the brunt of it all. He took her hand comfortingly. Elphacena blinked and looked up in surprise. She smiled tenderly when she saw Cedrick's expression. With his eyes locked on her, he kissed her hand in his. Elphacena flushed pink in pleasure.

Joel smiled at them sweetly. I'm glad to see things worked out even after the confusion with your family's death.

Cedrick sighed heavily. It almost didn't. And it would have been his fault.

Don't worry. I wouldn't really kill you. Margorim's voice cut across them. Sorry to interrupt, but I need to find a place to sit that isn't drowning in politics. Margorim smiled at them weakly.

Margorim, why of course. Sit down, young one, Joel invited.

Cedrick suppressed a smirk. Young one? Elphacena caught the hidden smirk and hit his arm.

I wish I felt as young as you name me, Margorim groaned tiredly as he sat down beside Joel.

Yes, I heard about your sidelining, Joel huffed. But it sounds like a good thing for the time, at the very least. You get to be a better patriarch of the line. And I'm sure it allows you a cool head to think with. Joel sighed with the air of one longing for the past. You're not at all out of commission, Margorim. Only on to a more honorable position.

Cedrick frowned. He'd been watching his father's expression as Joel spoke. His face fell further and further into despair. Father?

A spark of light suddenly came into Marogrim's eyes, and he looked up at Cedrick with a smile. Nothing, my son. You'll understand one day. Margorim brushed off. Cedrick's brows drew together in worry, but Margorim gave him a warm, assuring smile that warmed Cedrick's concern into happiness. At least Margorim was still being nice to him.

Cedrick returned that smile. I look forward to it. It would be nice to leave this life of constant upheaval.

Oh? Margorim questioned.

It's more quiet. I think I'd like to lead a team instead of being the hit man. I am an arrow head, and I'd rather be the bow.

But you're not alone. It takes many arrows to make a powerful weapon. Joel smiled.

And each arrow is dispensable, Cedrick stated.

Well, your father enjoyed being the 'arrow head' as you say it. He enjoyed the glamour a bit too much until Heklis's attack. Joel smiled with that hint of reminiscing once again. He was good at it.

Yeah. Cedrick nodded, thinking back on his memories of what had happened. He was.

Margorim's eyebrows jumped in surprised, and he gave his son a warning look. Yet, there was a shine at the back of his eyes. He was touched by Cedrick's compliment.

Joel looked between the two men with a soft smile. Elphacena did too. Cedrick was still holding her hand. She squeezed it back. Cedrick looked at their hands and then at her with a smile.

Well, I never was as skilled as you. Margorim finally spoke. You keep a cooler head than I ever did. It's served you well, my son. Even with me holding you back. Margorim looked down. I am sorry.

Hey, I do pretty well even without the Test to prove it. Cedrick grinned back.

What? Joel was on his feet in an instant. He's the only rightful Head Custod, and he's never been on the Test?! No! Cedrick jumped as if Joel's voice was a cannon, eyes wide like a frightened deer.

Shh, we're at a wedding. What are you on about? Elphacena stood up, telling Joel off and calming him. Sit down and explain.

You've never been on the Test? Joel looked down at Cedrick's startled face.

Cedrick shook his head like a child being accused of breaking the family heirloom. No, father never gave it to me. He left me behind, and there's never been time or need. I think I've proven myself fine without it. Really. I don't need it anymore. No big deal.

No big deal?!

Joel, stop yelling or I'll pull you from this room myself, Elphacena warned.

Joel finally did sit down. Elphacena sat as well, slowly, watching Joel with careful, warning eyes.

You have to take the Test. Joel sounded like they'd caused the end of the world. You're not given the full power and authority of a Custod until you do. It's a covenant that gives you power. You need that power. You never sent him to claim it? Joel turned to Margorim. What's wrong with you? he demanded.

Margorim's face fell. Hey, Cedrick stood up for his father, he was trying to protect me.

Joel gave Cedrick the look he'd given Margorim. Cedrick faltered a little and looked down.

Wise or not. Elphacena stepped in. It was done with every good intention. He wasn't planning on never sending him. Life just happened.

He's sending him now, Joel insisted.

You don't have the right to boss him around in that. Cedrick defended Margorim. It's the Head Custod's right to pick who and when anyone is ready. Why was he defending this man who may have lied to him his whole life and may not even be his father?

You're Head Custod now, Joel snapped. And it's the head Custod who decides that, not anyone else. And that Head Custod has never been without the Oath!

Cedrick blinked a few times. Well, yeah, but still. It wasn't like Father meant for it to happen.

Alright, I'll let it drop once you go. You must go now. There is no time to lose.

Fine, fine, I can go. I'll approve myself. And I'll go. Cedrick threw up his hands.

Tonight, Joel insisted.

Cedrick's heart sank, but he knew there was no getting around this, and frankly, he knew the man was right. First thing tomorrow, he agreed.

And alone. Joel reminded him.

I know, Cedrick said, his sinking heart showing in his tone. I'll go alone and be as fast as I can. He knew there was a power associated with taking this oath, but he’d simply assumed that his prowess in battle would have earned him that. It seemed that was not the case. I know this will give us needed power. I have no choice. I know. The Maker knows better than us. I'll trust him. He runs the compass and asks this of me. I'll trust him, he said to calm Joel and himself.

Cedrick met his wife's eyes. She was smiling a little, but the crease in her eyes told Cedrick of her sadness. She didn't want to see him go. But she also was proud of him. I'll be back before you know it, he tried.

Elphacena smiled a little more. It told Cedrick there was no more reason to linger. He took a deep breath and turned back to the others. I'll leave in the night if I can. Let me just let people know to prepare for my sudden departure.

Alright. I'll head there immediately and see you when you arrive. Joel stood up, bowed to them all and left the table and was out the door in seconds.

Cedrick frowned. Arrived? What did he mean, arrived?

Yes, the test requires you to go to the sanctuary at the capital to take the oaths, Margorim said. He will meet you there to finish the rights as he did for me and your siblings.

Cedrick looked at his wife with sad eyes. She wasn't ready to let her reaction out yet. She was wearing a fake calm expression. Cedrick nodded his understanding and turned to his father.

I'm sorry, Father. If it makes you feel better, I understand. Even with your mistakes, you did your best. Why was he saying things like that?

Margorim forced a smile. Thank you. Continue safe, he sighed heavily as he pushed himself up. I'll see you soon. The confidence in his voice made Cedrick's heart glow. Why should it? He might not even be his father.

Cedrick smiled back. Until then, Father. He nodded to him respectfully as he left.

Cedrick took Elphacena's hand to help her up. She accepted it. Cedrick warned Arylana as he couldn't get to his brother or the general in the political babble around the room.

Cedrick then slipped out with his wife. Cedrick held her close. What's wrong? he asked her gently, knowing what it was but knowing she needed to let it out. I see the disquiet in your eyes.

Elphacena sighed heavily, accepting his hug, holding close to him. It's silly, but the night was going so well only to have that giant chunk taken out of it. Almost dirtied the whole thing. Joel had to open his big mouth.

Cedrick chuckled, holding her close. I know. I am sorry about that. I shouldn't have made that joke. But sadly he's right, in a way. It should be done. He kissed her gently. We have the night, Cedrick sighed. Though I should be packing.

No, you need your energy for whatever happens. You know the Test is never easy. I'd rather you rest and do well and quickly than have just one night. It's just...a disappointment.

And you're mad at Joel. Cedrick grinned.

Elphacena chuckled this time. Yes, she admitted. I am royally pissed at him.  Cedrick laughed gently. It was all a wonder. The beauty, dancing, you and your father. It was a wonder of a night. Then Joel had to open his big fat mouth.

Sorry. Cedrick stroked her hair. We'll make up for it another day. I love you deeply, my darling. You want to help me pack up?

Alright. She kissed him tenderly. Let's go.

Chapter 3

Single Hood

Arylana hated parties . She was having more fun listening to the king of Sperium complain than doing anything else that evening. She found an escape by saying she had others to attend to and wandered the party, wondering if she could just wander her way out of the party all together. Especially as she knew her brother had.

A hand tapped her shoulder. May I have this dance? A gentle hand fluttered into Arylana's view. She glared at it and then narrowed her eyes at its owner.

No thank you, General. She stuck up her nose and turned away.

The poor man's face fell, but his hand stayed the course. What have I done wrong now?

Nothing, Arylana replied stiffly.

Then what reason have you to say no? Mercutio smiled slyly. Rules of the party do state you have to dance with me if you don’t have a good reason.

Arylana's brows drew together, and she gave Mercutio a look. No, it doesn't. Even if her heart pounded at the idea... even though part of her wanted to let him take control, she couldn’t do it.

Mercutio shrugged with a sad smile. No, and the fact you know I’m fibbing proves more and more you are coming because you want to. He dared look Arylana in the eye. I hear your words say no, but your actions say yes, and therefore, your heart says you want it. Arylana realized he was right. She’d been inching closer to him. Why did she betray herself?!

Mercutio took her hand ever so gracefully and guided her to the floor.

I don't know how to dance, Arylana objected with red cheeks, unable to meet his eyes.

I'll teach you as we go. Come on. Mercutio smiled warmly and showed her a basic waltz because most of the songs worked for it even if they weren't designed to. See? Easy for you. Mercutio smiled warmly at Arylana.

So I'm not good enough for harder things? Arylana snapped.

Oh? Mercutio smiled. You want harder? You said you didn't know how, but if you're up for a challenge. Mercutio leaned close to her ear. Let's try it.

Arylana took in a sharp gasp at his voice and breath on her skin. Mercutio then got into her position. Mirror me, he guided. Don't watch your feet.

I can't see them in my skirt. Arylana pointed out grumpily.

Good. Mercutio smiled again. Just feel it. Feel the way I move and match it. You can feel it better if you stand close. Smooth and easy.

Arylana swallowed at how close he was and wondering if she could make anything look smooth. Her feet were heavy and clunky. She kept her eyes up as best she could as Mercutio taught her turns and other steps. She felt like she fell into each one.

Don't look at your knees. Mercutio laughed. Stop trying.

I can't help it, she said, I have to look down.

Then look down at something helpful.

Like what? Arylana demanded.

Mercutio got down on one knee. Maybe, like this. He held out a simple ring, not even in a box, just resting in the palm of his hand.

Arylana's mouth fell open. Don't ask, she said. She fought the desire to say yes. It bottled in her neck like acid. Just say it. Let it happen. The idea of that bond. But...it wasn’t her. She couldn’t do it. Not anymore. Don't make me say no again.

Then say yes. Mercutio tried. You know you want to, but you're too proud to admit you're a girl. At least anymore. You're right, you're not a girl. You're a woman: beautiful, powerful, independent, and my equal in every way, so respect that. Please.

Arylana shook her head, angry and hurt that she had to say no. She wanted to...she loved him, but she couldn’t. Her straight blonde hair flipped over her shoulders as she shook her head.

Arylana, come on. Stop denying what you want. Mercutio stood up, pleading. His honey eyes betrayed his desperation in the way the shone. You want this as much as Airabelle did. I'm offering it. Is there someone else you rather have?

No, I-I mean, yes, I mean...I'm a Custod. Back off. Arylana glared at him.

You really think this makes you less of a Custod or less independent? Mercutio asked.

Arylana nodded. I’ll just become the smaller Custod, and you know it. You men take over.

Only if you want us to. You have the power to be what you want, and that's what you always expected. You expected to not be forced into being a typical Custod. You got mad when Cedrick took that from you when your father denied him coming, remember? You told me that over and over how you wanted the freedom to fight or choose to live a normal life too. You want that power, to not be a warrior if you want, and you hold it well. You hold both well. Why don't you want it now?

I never said I didn't. I said no. Go away, Arylana insisted and stomped off.

Arylana, be honest with me. I know you loved me. Do you not love me now? Be honest with me, Mercutio said.

I am.

You are not. If you love me, say so, and if not, say so, and get it over with.

Arylana sighed and rolled her eyes. Just go away. She left the room.

Mercutio's shoulders fell, and he looked down at the ring in his hand. His shoulders and heart sank lower and lower, harder and harder. After a moment, Mercutio dragged himself off to the side.

Hey, you okay? Margorim's voice cut into Mercutio's melancholy.

Fine. Mercutio tried to divert attention from his hand as he slipped the ring into the back pocket of his jacket.

But Margorim's sharp eyes didn't miss a thing. Sit down, he said in a tone that not even bold Mercutio could ignore, and the boy sat down at once. Hand it over. Margorim held out a hand.

It's private, sir, Mercutio defended.

Let me see the ring you picked for her, Margorim insisted.

Mercutio swallowed hard and handed it over. Margorim examined it. It was very simple with just a blue, smooth stone in the middle. It's perfect, Margorim complimented, elegant and feminine but simple and sturdy.

Mercutio bowed his head. I'm sorry, sir. I should have asked you first. Not that it would have made a difference.

Margorim smiled and shook his head. Arylana would have killed you if she got wind of that. I understand why you didn't and haven't. Margorim studied Mercutio's face then tilted his head to get a better look. You’re giving up.

If you want me to, Mercutio replied dully, his shoulders dropping, if possible, even lower.

A sympathetic smile crossed Margorim's face. No, don't do that. You're the only man good enough and stubborn enough to keep trying. I wouldn't wish anyone to give up on her.

I'm her only option? A hint of a scowl crossed Mercutio's face as he looked up through his lashes at Margorim, his mouth slightly twisted in disgust.

Margorim chuckled and shook his head. Only? No, but the best one. My daughter could really pick anyone she wanted, if she wanted. But you have the things she needs. You understand my daughter better than anyone. You picked a ring that's more like her than even she or I knew. But it's perfect. Not normal by any means but perfect. So? Margorim raised his brows slightly. Are you going to give up?

I don't want to, Mercutio admitted. Frankly sir, I love her dearly. I don't want to take away her power. I don't believe I will. I don't believe that in marriage she's diminished or weakened. I want to grow with her, but she's stubborn. I thought she'd say no, Mercutio sighed. I want to keep trying.

Really?

Mercutio nodded, bringing a smile to Margorim's face. Then you deserve the girl you want. Most of all willing to put in that much effort. You could marry anyone with that determination.

Apart from her. Mercutio's grief pricked at his eyes.

And it's admirable that you try anyway over and over though you expect a no. How many no’s are you expecting?

All of them.

Margorim raised a brow.

I don't expect her to say yes.

Then why ask? Margorim smiled a crooked smile. You don't know that, and deep down you know it too. Just wait ‘til there are babies. She may get baby hungry, he teased.

Why are you helping me? Mercutio looked up with a frown. You wouldn't have done this for Cedrick, so why will you do it for me?

Margorim sighed from the depth of his being. I have a lot of repenting to do. And I'm on that road. Besides, you’re reading it right. She wants it. It’s just her pride. When I took her instead of Cedrick, she decided to give up on those thoughts. And I think she fears saying yes then losing her pride again.

But you didn't wrong me. Your daughter did.

It's still repenting to work on changing the character that doesn't help. Besides, you want to become my son.

Mercutio flinched a little. Well, if you put it that way. He turned pink. If I could ever manage it.

Don't give up. I know I won't. Margorim smiled. You never know where it may lead you.

I do. A broken heart until the final blow stops it, Mercutio replied.

Margorim's eyes went wide. He blinked to bring his mind back from the shock of the statement. You don't know that.

Yes, I do. I mean, I suppose you’re right. After that attack, I’m lucky to be alive. It’s just high profiles in this army never last long. I’ve felt like that clock is rapidly ticking to a close. But surviving that last attack gave me hope, maybe not. And if not...I just thought...hoped she'd say yes. That we'd have some time. I'll take all the no’s until I can get a yes. I thought we could have it, while it lasted. Most of all, with how she reacted after we all were hurt, but I suppose she feels differently. Mercutio chuckled a little. But her pride wins over me. It always will. There aren't enough people left to care to make it happen.

What do you mean? Margorim frowned.

I have no family left. They all have died in the war or just over time. My father and brothers were cut down. My mother just got ill and too sad to keep fighting after losing so many sons.

How many?

Twelve.

You lost twelve brothers?! Margorim's eyes went wide. That can’t have been easy.

Mercutio nodded. Yeah, I'm the last of my family alive. I've really just been waiting for it to happen to me. Arylana gave me something to stay for. We worked together well, and she was right. I was new and needed the help. When I knew it was becoming more, I went for it, and at first, she was fine, but then...then I think she realized what it was and shut down. I think she's denying she's not a male. I mean, she doesn't want to be a man, but she wants to be treated like them, and she fears being a girlfriend or a wife will do that. She fears her respect being taken. It won't, but she won't believe me or anyone. I'm just supposed to be alone.

So now you're giving up?

No, Mercutio shook his head, just accepting I'll be lonely and heart broken as I try.

Good man. Margorim clapped his back. You keep trying, and eventually, it will turn around. Mercutio nodded gloomily. Margorim gave him the ring back. Mercutio looked at it resting in the center of his palm. These dark times can't last forever, and I have a feeling they're almost done. We've taken half the nation from Heklis now. There's plenty of hope, so use some of that for your heart, Margorim advised.

I'll try, but I am given hope only to give it to my men. I end up with none for myself, Mercutio said.

Maybe you should let your men give it back sometime. Margorim smiled and clapped his back. I'm going to check on my eldest. Margorim heavily stood up and left the table to let Mercutio think as he gazed, empty eyed, at the ring in his hand.

Chapter 4

The Test

Cedrick packed as quickly as he could with Elphacena's faithful help. He was set only to realize he was missing a key piece: the compass. Cedrick was the Head Custod now, but he didn't have the compass.

Margorim had taken the compass with them to stop Cedrick trying to take it while they were gone. He knew that much. That slight felt so long ago. Elphacena asked Margorim where it was, so Cedrick didn't draw attention at the fading wedding party. Margorim said it was in the enchanted bag along with the calling charm—the item that allowed Custods to be transported to the hidden sanctuary where Joel lived hidden somewhere. Cedrick wasn’t even sure where.

It took them half an hour to find the bag in Margorim's things. It was tucked into the back of the closet. Margorim handed it to Elphacena directly with a firm nod, meeting her eyes.

It struck Elphacena. She swallowed and nodded. He knows, she assured him as she took the unique compass.

She returned to Cedrick and told him how his father reacted. Cedrick had to swallow his emotion to keep it in check. His father finally was letting him go.

Cedrick kissed his wife in thanks then held it longer to comfort her. There was no telling how long it would be before he’d return. Elphacena took it like a pro. She smiled and nodded her permission as she pulled back.

Wanting to go before it got harder, Cedrick pulled himself from her like peeling a barb from fabric and slipped into the fading night.

Cedrick was outside the city and traveling across the green hills before the truth fully caught up with him. He paused and took a deep breath, looking over the moonlit landscape of grass, hills, trees, and freezing winds. This was it. He was really going. The quest he’d wanted for most of his life was now his. But he didn’t fancy it much now. He sighed heavily, straightening to get a better view. He had no way of knowing which way those winds would take him, but he did know it would not be a straight path.

Slowly, Cedrick reached into his pocket for the compass when he heard a voice.

Wait! Cedrick stopped and turned to see his father trotting up to him. I thought I'd miss you. I almost forgot, he panted.

Cedrick frowned, his brows creasing. Father, you shouldn't be running! What are you doing here?

You'll need this, Margorim said as he unwrapped the long object he was holding and offered it to Cedrick.

It took Cedrick's breath away. His eyes locked on it with longing in his eyes. He couldn't help but admire its every detail. It was a stunning piece of work. The blade reflected the moonlight like powerful sun rays. The hilt was even more amazing. The main grip was made of sapphire though the grip wasn't slippery at all, crafted by some magic the Creator used. It was easy and perfect to grip. Cedrick was stunned by it when he'd snuck it as a boy.

The gold of the weapon breathed out like a fire where the phoenix claw pummel reached out to grip the ruby that danced around it —the purest ruby ever known to the masters of the craft and confirmed by the master dwarf smiths. The golden flames weren't just carved, they moved like a living fire at the edge of the handle. The knuckle guard was made of that stunning metallic gold, wrapping around the handle and hand like more twisting flames, though these were stationary, thankfully.

The cross guard was perfectly balanced with golden beams with claws at each end, pointing opposite ways to stop an enemy blade from pushing past them. It was the most beautiful bit of art Cedrick had or would ever see.

Almost subconsciously, as if the blade was calling for him, Cedrick reached out for the blade, stopping himself only at the last moment. Yes, the blade was beautiful, perfect, and almost begged for him to take it, but he couldn't. It was not his to have.

Cedrick shook his head