The Terarch Rebellion: A Coming of Age Adventure Fantasy: The Terarch Rebellion

By Tanya SM Kennedy

There is nothing that will flood the heart of a terarch with terror more than the Kingdom of Algar. But Raivien has been able to avoid them.

Until now.

 

Raivien's powers have always been a curse. But that has never been more apparent than when she is sent into battle as King Galdin's newest living weapon. But even her best efforts are not enough to thwart her handler. Will her heart survive the savagery expected of her?

 

But even escape offers little safety with the king bent on recapturing her. Her only salvation lies in rebellion. That is, if she can trust some of the very enemies that held her captive. Outnumbered and facing an army secure in a fortress, how will she ever be able to save her people?

 

The Terarch Rebellion is the opening to an epic fantasy romance series. If you like tough female warriors, steamy romance, and epic battles against oppression, then you will love Tanya SM Kennedy's tale of this feisty heroine's battle for freedom. 

 

Pick up your copy of The Terarch Rebellion and join the fight today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanya SM Kennedy
• Release date: Jun 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781734089653

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The novel is a quick, satisfying read, and the audience will be excited to see what directions Kennedy pursues in future volumes. Kirkus Review

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An exciting fantasy novel about fighting the system with strong characters, magical creatures. Fangirling Over Frappes of Reedsy Discovery

I see man as he should be seen:

a savage, heartless creature.

Chapter I

She stood watching the wolf pack lounge and play in the bright winter sun. She had been observing them for hours, enjoying their perfect beauty as they pranced and wrestled among the bare snow frosted trees. Nestled down in a sloping valley, she had paused to rest her horse and they had slipped from the hills around her. Their graceful play was a peaceful backdrop for her quick snack. She thoroughly envied them; it took extreme circumstances for a wolf to be a loner. The pack is intimately intertwined and all members are cared for and loved. She only wished her own species could be so compassionate.

Looking down at the twisted scars on her wrists, she sighed sadly. It had been years since she was greeted with any semblance of civility—not since it had happened. Her parents had been the heads of their village. Her father had been the mayor and her mother had been the chair of the village chamber, until the incident. Everything had changed. Gone was the innocence of childhood, the protection of ignorance. Reality had been unveiled to her in all its grotesque glory. Standing before her now was a world of unbridled prejudice and hatred. A world she was not welcome in.

The Alpha male was watching her with curious golden eyes. He was big, silver, and as close to fat as any wolf she had ever seen. This was a winter for predators. Frozen carcasses littered the forests from a string of increasingly worse storms, the last barely over two hours ago. The wolf’s nose tilted up as he tried to catch her scent. The rest of the pack caught his mood and turned their attention to her as well.

He jumped to his feet quickly followed by his mate and the rest of the pack. She felt no fear as the pack trotted lazily toward her; they knew what she was. Animals could sense people like her even if the people themselves did not yet know what they were. Her parents were always trying to hide the endless string of wild animals that kept showing up at their door. Proper citizens do not associate with wild animals, her mother would reply as she took a thin switch of branch across her daughter’s calves.

She no longer minded the company of animals; at least they did not discriminate against her for what she was. Stopping a few feet in front of her, the Alpha male sat down on his haunches and awaited her acknowledgement. She knelt at his side so she could look him in the eyes before running her hand through his soft silver fur and burying her face into his fluffy neck. His raw, wild scent comforted her with her present life as she felt the rest of his pack walk by and press their muzzles under her arms for an instant.

Visions flashed into her mind: the forest rushing by, carcasses being consumed, wolves dying and being born, the entire history of the Alpha male’s reign over the pack. There were even visions of men, hunters mostly, some hunting deer and rabbit, others hunting wolves, then a sudden intense vision coupled with overwhelming pain as hunters cut down the Alpha male’s mother and then his first mate. Hot, salty tears seeped like traitors from her eyes, disappearing into the wolf’s thick silver coat. The face of the hunter was burned into her mind when the Alpha wolf tore his throat open.

She jerked back from his warm embrace and met his knowing eyes. She knew from experience that the wolf had viewed her life as she had seen his. The memory exchange was another aspect of what she had become. The first time it had happened, she had seen the rape and murder of two of her childhood friends by their uncle. Of course no one had believed her; her mother had instead sent her to be punished by their uncle himself. The scars from it still crossed her body and haunted her nightmares. 

How she longed to stay in the uncompromised companionship of the wolf pack, but at that moment a pack of her own species appeared on the road behind her, chasing the wolves into the safety of the forest. She longed to join them, especially when she noticed that the group approaching her was armored soldiers. Algarian soldiers even, notorious for their brutality. The Algarian king used them to hunt people like her. Her kind were enslaved and used as weapons by certain rulers, one of whom sat on the throne of Algar. She composed herself, ready for anything, always prepared for the worst.

She pulled her black and white stallion toward her, close enough to swing up onto his back in an instant. She checked her weapons, prepared to fight for her freedom even as she saw the number of men sweeping toward her and knew it would be no use to fight. Death was better than capture at any rate. Horrible stories of torture and enslavement crowded her mind until she threw them aside.

The head soldier pulled his horse up alongside her, raising his hand to halt the men at his back. Brilliant yellow silk knotted at his shoulder and complementary triple plumes atop his helmet signified him as their leader. Cold dark eyes glared out at her from his tanned and scarred face. What are you doing out here, woman? There are wolves in the area. His voice sounded more like chain mail dragged across gravel than anything human.

I have nothing to fear here. Wolves only attack humans when they have no other choice. No, wolves are not what I’m worried about. She squared her shoulders instinctively against his searching gaze. He was already suspicious. She felt her special power rise in response to her nervous tension. The familiar tingling danced along her arms, aching to lash out and tear the condescending attitude from his body.

The soldier closest to him rode up to his side, facing her. Perhaps the lady would like an escort. Wolves are not the only predators on this road. He leered as he eyed her up and down. She took deep breaths and tried to control the power inside her as it reached out toward the second soldier.

I require no escort and am in fact traveling in the opposite direction from you and your men. She tried to keep her smile friendly, or at least not openly hostile.

I would graciously volunteer to lead a troop of our men especially for you. His crooked smile grew into a grotesque sneer as he cut off her attempt to escape.

Her own smile became a snarl. I wouldn’t wish to inconvenience you or your men, Commander.

All hope of avoiding the situation died as the head soldier spoke again. No inconvenience, young one. It is our job to protect law-abiding citizens from rogue terarchs, dangerous creatures...I’m sure you know. She hoped that the shudder wracking her body could be interpreted as fear and not anger. Terarch was the name commoners used for what she was. 

After selecting twenty men for her escort, the second soldier jumped down from his horse and walked toward her. Her breath caught as she saw the carved silver gauntlets hanging from his belt. Oh great, not only do I run into an Algarian garrison, but I also get stuck with a terarch handler. He lifted off his white plumed helmet and jet-black hair fell down into his face. She breathed deep, even, breaths to keep from slapping the smirk from his face.

May I assist the lady onto her horse? He stretched his hand toward her but she deftly dodged his attempts by springing onto her horse in one swift movement, quickly pulling on her riding gloves in case he took her hand anyway.

"The lady needs no assistance." To her horror he calmly reached up and took her reins.

You seem a little nervous. No worries; we will not let anything get to you. A very suggestive sneer walked across his face.

She leaned away from his leer. Comforting. Looking around, she felt lucky that there were only twenty men in the group; she thought she could easily take them if they gave her any problems. She would probably have to kill them to ensure herself against pursuit, but she never looked forward to killing, not even people like these. She took another deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the worst. The soldier slapped her reins into his palm as he looked at her quizzically. For one horrid moment she thought he might try and lead her the entire way until he finally looped the reins back onto her horse’s neck and toward her hands. Dread filled her more with every second; there was definitely something unnerving about this man.

Power still churned at the ready throughout her tense body as she easily guided her horse back to the road with her knees. Twenty soldiers in beaten metal armor with strange brightly colored accents swarmed around her until she felt like she had just kicked a nest of hornets. The yellow stripes across their armor signified whose command they were under and intensified the resemblance.

The dark-haired terarch handler rode at her side on his stocky brown warhorse and continued to try and snare her into conversation. She only paid enough attention to be able to supply noncommittal sounds at the appropriate times. She tried hard not to react whenever he began on stories of training terarchs while absentmindedly stroking the carved silver gauntlets hanging from his belt.

She couldn’t help but stare at those gauntlets. Had she not known their true use she might have regarded them as a lovely piece of armor. They had twin dragons carved on the front with strangely interconnected swirling linear designs covering nearly every expanse of bare metal, polished to a nearly painful gleam. A matching design hung from a chain about the soldier’s neck.

He had noticed her staring at them. Beautiful, aren’t they? He lifted one from his belt to give her a better view. We use these to control the terarchs. They were originally given to us by a terarch who knew she should not be allowed to roam free. They are perfectly harmless to anyone else, I assure you. You can try them on if you like.

Her eyes flashed wide in terror as he quickly grabbed her wrist and latched the gauntlet securely around it. His smile deepened savagely while caressing her arm as if trying to soothe a dog. Her free hand shook with anger. I’ve been looking forward to finding you ever since the first reports came in, and I must say that I am pleased to see that the they did not exaggerate. Now be a good girl and give me your other arm.

I’ll give you my arm. She balled her fist and aimed squarely for his nose. Her face contorted in a mixture of anger and fear as her arm defied her by extending politely toward her captor, allowing him to slip the matching gauntlet onto her trembling wrist. Curb that anger, little one. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you. His voice was like silk sliding over solid steel. She felt invisible hands clamp onto her forearms. She opened her mouth to lash out at him with her tongue but he cut her off with a raised voice. You will learn your place, little one, but for now let’s settle for a few pleasantries. How about names? For now you can call me Blerk. Now, what can I call you?

She forced herself to say anything but her name. What does it matter? I’m little more than a pet to you anyway. The invisible hands clamped down hard onto her arms, sending shots of pain through her body.

His smile grew as he watched her fight to resist the pain. You are very strong. I will be rewarded greatly when I present you to the king. The grip on her arms lessened slightly. Now, let’s try again. What is your name? He leaned over slowly and tried to massage her bruised arm before she jerked away from him. She couldn’t decide whether the pain in her arm from movement or her pride from the pleased look on his face hurt worse.

He sat back casually in his saddle surveying the road before him, a very unpleasant glint in his eyes. Stroking the white silk knotted at his shoulder, he turned back, taking her in from the dirt covered sole of the soft leather boots to the top of her sun-lightened hair. Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. 

A low-ranking soldier passed closely on her opposite side. Padman, when do we reach the next town?

The soldier flashed a salute, staring nervously at the silver gauntlets on her arms before speaking. Near midday, sir Terant. Terant was the general term for terarch handlers. The soldier lowered his eyes to his hands gripping his reins. Sir...are you sure...uh...she’s...safe?

A growl rumbled up from her throat at his tone. Not for you! She felt the power surge up and strike out at the young soldier, but it never landed. Instead she felt something hard slam into her chest and throw her from her saddle. Confusion washed over her and drowned her anger as the ground drove the remaining air from her lungs. She lay stunned on the road, staring up at the blue morning sky. Breath came back to her in short pained spurts until she was suddenly aware of deep, amused laughter.

Blerk loomed into view above her, looking quite pleased with himself. Still chuckling softly, he knelt at her side and laid a hand on her clenched stomach. I did tell you the gauntlets controlled your powers. Now that you know the consequences of defying me, what is your name?

I’d rather die! she spat. Throwing off his hand, she pulled herself painfully to her feet. The soldiers were all staring at her with wide, frightened eyes. Two had abandoned their own mounts to capture hers as he plowed his way around the small circle of men, easily evading their attempts. The stud caught sight of her and pranced his way to her side, savagely snapping his teeth in a warning at Blerk, narrowly missing his arm. She clung to the long muscular neck of her horse until her breath came in long, slow, deep bouts.

Blerk walked up behind her and her horse bared his teeth again as he laid his hands on her back. She cringed away from his touch but was too weak to move more than a few inches, so he tightened his grip and turned her toward him. She felt like tearing his blue eyes out, like tearing that terrible smile from his face.

Calm down men, I believe our pretty little friend has fought herself out. Cupping his hand into the small of her back and pulling her toward him, he slowly swept a stray hair from her face. She could muster only a few inches of space that were quickly snatched back. I told you, you will learn, but we will start slowly.

She crawled into her saddle and was so worn out that she was asleep nearly before they began traveling again. Her dreams were comforting, with images of flight over open fields and wild dashes through thick forests. The gentle rocking motion of her horse kept her asleep until Blerk roused her by pulling her from her seat as they entered a large village.

Her body felt as if she had been dragged behind the horses on uneven road covered in sharp jagged rocks. She forced her eyes to focus as Blerk had to support most of her limp body to keep her from crumbling to the ground. He had a very confident look on his face. So, just because I can’t use my powers he thinks himself safe. We’ll just have to teach him a thing or two. The feeling in her legs was slowly coming back as he carried her into a nearby shop. Five of the soldiers that had traveled with them formed a guard around the outside door.

Once inside the shop, she could see numerous bolts of fabric of every type and color displayed around an open room with a polished oak table in the center. Every head in the room turned toward them as Blerk walked her to a chair in the corner. Eyes widened as they caught sight of the silver gauntlets; they knew what they meant. The shop was cleared before her bottom found the chair.

A very nervous shopkeeper approached them meekly. Something I could do for you, sir. His voice was thin and weak, his face the shade of green that usually comes just before vomiting. She bared her teeth at him and laughed silently as he cringed.

Blerk had not noticed. Yes, merchant, I wish to see swatches of your finest silks.

Silk, sir? He now sounded on the verge of tears.

Yes, in as many colors as you have, and I will need a seamstress, a good one, maybe even a few.... They wandered out of her range and over to the oak table where the shopkeeper recovered enough to return to his confident former self. She watched as he rolled out bolt after bolt of silk in colors of every shade and even some with designs. Blerk seemed very pleased with the selection and quickly pointed out those he wanted. The shopkeeper’s eyes bulged as Blerk dumped gold coins onto the table.

She stood, testing her legs carefully, hoping they would support her weight. Blerk looked at her suddenly but she just glared back daring him to do something. She knew better than to try the door; the soldiers may be terrified of her but they still would create enough noise to warn their leader, not that he had taken his eyes off of her since she had stood.

The shopkeeper had gathered up the chosen fabric and disappeared through a door at the rear of the shop. Blerk stood, casually leaning on the table waiting for her to approach him. He had the air of a man who was trying to train a particularly stubborn horse. She very purposefully turned her back toward him.

She found herself facing a window through which she could see some soldiers again trying to restrain her horse as he pranced and flailed at the end of his reins. She couldn’t believe her present situation; it just didn’t seem possible. How could that pig of a man have caught her so easily?

The shopkeeper came bustling back, carrying the cut fabric, followed by a skinny seamstress loaded down with sewing supplies. She was a busty creature, wearing a dress that was grotesquely tight on her. She spread her tools about the table before addressing Blerk. He pulled folded pieces of parchment from behind his armor and pointed emphatically at one of them. The seamstress looked shocked as her eyes rose hesitantly over toward the other woman in the room. Blerk shoved coins into her palm before returning to his captive. 

Come now. She glared at him defiantly but he left no room for argument as he grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him. The guards at the door shied away as she was dragged into the street. Her horse was still prancing a few feet from the reach of any of the soldiers pursuing him. His nostrils flared angrily at Blerk as he fell in behind her. If she hadn’t been concentrating all of her strength on remaining on her feet, she might have tried to pull free of his grip.

Blerk stopped in front of an older soldier with a gnarled face that had more scars than wrinkles. Select ten of your best men to guard and send the rest out to camp on the outskirts of town.

The soldier stiffened before saluting and turning toward the rest of the men. Blerk started moving again; she threw all of her weight against him and slid from his grip nearly to the ground. She was still struggling for balance when he rounded on her. I am not cattle to be led around by you! Her eyes were alight with anger.

You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Now follow. He squared himself toward her, properly interpreting a fight.

I will not follow! She felt the tingling rise in her body and fought hard to suppress it; she wanted all her strength to fight this man.

A very unpleasant smile was creeping across his face. He stepped toward her and caught her right gauntlet. He stroked the smooth metal almost lovingly. I don’t want to punish you. If you just behave and do as you are told, I won’t have to. He ran one hand up to her neck and caressed her chin.

She jerked back, convulsively striking out with her fist. She was very relieved when her fist met flesh, but it was a short-lived victory as she felt a hard blow land on her own cheek. She reeled back, stunned for a moment before she noticed an area on Blerk’s cheek that was slowly reddening to match her own. She also noticed that he was still smiling.

He stepped forward and probed the growing bruise on her cheek, making her wince in pain. In case you missed the subtleties of this latest lesson, let’s review: Any pain you inflict on me will rebound back on you amplified. It provides terants protection from physical attacks by their charges. He ran a hand through her rumpled hair then cupped her neck and landed a soft kiss on her injured cheek. He looked troubled as he pulled away.

In a flash of rage, a moment of genius came to her: I don’t have testicles. Her knee came up hard into his groin. She wasn’t sure what was hurting, but as she lay balled up on the ground she made a note to never try that again. Her only consolation was that Blerk was on the ground right beside her, a mixture of shock and pain painted on his face. Ignoring the pain she felt, she began to claw frantically at the silver gauntlets.

A very weak chuckle came from the mass beside her. I have to admire your spirit, young one, but I will not tolerate disobedience. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up behind him. The road was bare for yards around them as people hurried to be anywhere but near them. He dragged her toward a large inn with a brightly painted sign swinging above the door that read: The Happy Wench. The name was accompanied by a curvy woman showing too much cleavage and leg and was sporting an expression most men would read as orgasmic.

The interior made true on the promise the sign advertised. Bustling among tables of rowdy half-drunk men were nearly twenty young women dressed in similar costumes as the sign, none of which could be mistaken for even happy, let alone orgasmic.

A very small girl in green bounded up to them. She looked like she should fall flat on her face just from the weight of her half-exposed bosom. Can I get you something, sir? Her voice was very high-pitched, almost child-like, but the look she gave Blerk was definitely not.

The smile he shot back at her could almost have been mistaken for gentlemanly. Actually, what I need is a room; are there any vacancies?

The tiny wench shot a look at the bruised creature at the end of his arm and a wicked glint entered her eyes. And how long would you like that room for, handsome?

He laughed amusedly. For the entire night, my dear, and have two hot meals sent up for us as well.

Oh, in for the long haul are we? I guess you will need to replenish yourselves.

The little girl missed the venomous look shot at her from behind Blerk’s shoulder as he continued, There will also be some soldiers coming shortly. Please show them to our room when they arrive. He dropped four gold coins onto her palm and she slowly slipped them one by one deep into her cleavage.

Of course, sir, and don’t hesitate to call if you need to replace your pretty friend. She looks a bit tired.

Blerk again seemed to read her mind as he moved to block the wench from her view. I’m sure she’ll do just fine, but I will keep you in mind. He pulled his captive roughly to a table in the corner far enough away from earshot of any who might try and eavesdrop.

She sat down hard and stared angrily at a bare patch of wall, trying to calm her rage. He was laughing again. There’s no need to get so haughty. Better they think you’re my toy than what you really are. Not many innkeepers are comfortable with having your kind under their roof.

A wide man wearing a spotless white apron that appeared to hold back even more size came waddling up to their table. He smiled down at them, wiping his plump hands on a crumpled towel. Hail there, soldier. Your room has been readied and your meals are waiting, so if you’ll follow me.... His eyes lingered on her as Blerk pulled her to her feet.

They followed him up a narrow, dimly lit staircase to a heavy oak door reinforced by thick straps of steel. Blerk threw her into the room ahead of him then turned to face the innkeeper. I thank you very much for the fine room, innkeeper. Blerk held out several gold coins but the innkeeper was not paying attention to him. He was leaning to one side trying to watch the woman in the room instead. Blerk stepped sideways to block his view.

The man’s swollen face convulsed in shock before smiling nervously. Please forgive my rudeness, sir, but I could not help but admire the loveliness of your woman. Strong, beautiful, what is she, twenty, twenty-one years? Is she still intact? How much would you take for her? He licked his lips anxiously, still trying to peer past Blerk.

A very loud crash came from the room as she threw a ceramic pitcher that had been full of water at the door. Blerk just smiled. My lady is not for sale at any price, and I’m afraid even if she was, you would have a hard time handling her. Good day, innkeeper. Blerk shut the door before the other man could answer and narrowly missed the ceramic basin that flew past his head, smashing against the solid oak.

She was fuming with anger as her eyes flashed about the room for something else to throw. "I am not your whore and if you even think about touching me, I will cut off your member and shove it down your throat!" She snatched up a heavy iron poker from the fireplace and threw it at him like a spear.

He gracefully danced aside and advanced enough to grab her wrist. I am not the monster you think me to be. You must learn to trust me.

Ha! Trust the man who enslaved me? Are you mad! I will fight you with every last ounce of strength I can summon. I will never give in—not even in death. She found herself again fighting the urge to lash out at him with her power; she wasn’t about to leave any opportunity for him to take advantage of her.

Trust will come in time, but for now be comforted that I guard my charges jealously. I will not lie to you and say that other terants do not force themselves on their terarchs, but I will let no other touch you. His voice was very proud.

This is supposed to be comforting to me, I presume.

His smile widened amusedly and again she had the feeling that he was training a stubborn horse. If my word does not put you at ease, perhaps knowledge will. The protection your gauntlets give, the amplified pain, only extends to me. Striking any other handler would cause no pain to you through them.

You lie. You only wish I try it to endure the backlashed pain from attacking others as well.

I would not lie to you, and speaking of you, we still need to find something for me to call you. If not your real name then perhaps I can give you a name that satisfies you. He eyed her appraisingly. When I first came to the castle for training there was a noble who used to watch us train. She was always quite antagonistic. Her name was Raivien, so I think that is what I’ll call you until you give me your real name.

Who says I’ll be around that long. She jerked her wrist free petulantly before approaching covered trays of food. The spicy smells of tender roast venison, peas, and potatoes wafted up as she removed the lids. Her stomach leapt at the sight of such food and she did not hesitate to satisfy it.

Blerk busied himself with kindling a fire in the large river stone-lined fireplace and soon had an impressive blaze roaring. He turned his back on it and began studying her as she ate. You are an interesting creature, Raivien. I’ve trained twenty terarchs for his majesty, and I was always able to read their life stories just by touch alone. With you, there was nothing. Now, how is that possible? He walked forward and leaned on the tray holding the food.

She smiled up at him innocently. Well that is a mystery isn’t it? Batting her eyelashes, she shoved a juicy piece of meat through her lips.

You seem to be full of mystery, aren’t you. He leaned closer to her. How did you do it? Every terarch I’ve ever heard of exchanged memories by touch, but when I touched you I received no images.

She leaned toward him till their noses nearly touched. And what do you think that means?

Well, that’s what I have to figure out I guess, especially since it’s rather obvious that you are not going to tell me anything useful. He moved around the table and began to eat beside her. They ate in silence, enjoying the warm fire and trying to ignore each other. They were just finishing when a rap came at the door. It opened a crack before either of them could reply.

Sir? The voice was soft but firm and followed by the entrance of the scarred old soldier. He looked around calmly. Didn’t mean to interrupt...anything...but the men were wondering when we would be heading out.

Tell the men to be ready to head out at any time. For now, switch guards every two hours and order the men to get rest between shifts. And one more thing. He pulled the soldier away from Raivien, who was listening intently. Keep an eye out for the innkeeper; he is not to enter this room. Blerk shoved him back out the door and secured it quickly.

She stood, hands balled at her hips, when he turned back to her. Her hair fell into her face and presented a very erratic mess, her shoulders squared impassively. She glared suspiciously at Blerk as he deftly loosened the straps of his armor.

You’ll want to get some sleep; we may be leaving early. He meticulously arranged his armor on the room’s only chair. Finally satisfied with its placement, he began unlacing his silken undershirt and slid it up over his chest. This he folded neatly and draped over the back of the chair. He removed his boots and left them in front of the bed before approaching Raivien. She had yet to change position.

Planning on sleeping in your clothes? He had a very playful grin on his face.

Obviously you’re not, and just where do you plan on sleeping? I’ll be burned if I’m going to lie in a bed with you, especially not dressed like that!

I will not allow you to sleep out of my reach, little one, and I have already given you my word that I won’t touch you. Now get into the bed so we can sleep.

She recoiled from his outstretched hand, nearly knocking over the trays holding the remains of their meal. Her eyes ran appreciatively over his very well-formed body and she berated herself savagely. Working her face into a knot of anger, she sidestepped until the tray was between them. I would not share a bed with you even if you chained yourself to a wall!

I will not stay up all night arguing with you over this. I’m going to bed, and whenever you drop this insanity, feel free to join me there. She turned her back on him as he slid under the covers. Standing in front of the fire, she waited for his breathing to lengthen into sleep before looking around the room.

She passed over Blerk’s belongings; terants traditionally did not carry weapons. She instead crept her way to the window. Their room was only on the second floor and her gaze out of the window revealed deep snow drifts beneath. The window faced an open field and deep darkness shrouded the expanse starting just a few feet from the wall. She ran a hand along the top of the window and found it securely nailed shut. Sighing, she moved toward the heavy door and pressed her ear against it. She held little hope of escaping quietly through the hall full of soldiers.

She jumped as a hand fell suddenly on her shoulder. She spun quickly ready to strike, but found Blerk very unperturbed at her back. He ran a tight arm around her waist and guided her from the door. That’s enough play. You’re going to sleep if I have to drug you.

You cannot force me to sleep!

Maybe not, but I can hold you still so you don’t keep me up all night! He proceeded to drag her beneath the covers with him and held her clenched tight in his arms so she couldn’t move. Her body stiffened as she struggled futilely against him. Sleep, or I will send for the herbs. Sleep came quickly as anger drained her strength.

Chapter II

Dreams shook Raivien in her restless sleep. Her muscles twitched and jumped as her mind was tormented with visions of torture and near escape. Sweat produced a glistening layer along her skin and clung her clothing flush against her body. She sat up suddenly, sending the heavy covers flying to the foot of the disheveled bed.

Her mind raced as her eyes darted about the vacant room. Could it all have been a dream? For one brilliant moment it appeared that way until her eyes fell upon the silver gauntlets binding her wrists. In the same instant, the thick door flung open to reveal Blerk and two soldiers laden with brown wrapped packages. They were followed closely by two tired wenches carrying trays of food.

Oh good, you’re awake. Eat quickly; we have a long trip ahead of us. He pointed various directions, sending those behind him to different places about the room. The wrapped packages were stacked neatly at the foot of the bed and the breakfast trays were switched with the discarded dinner trays. The scent of eggs and bacon wafted toward her and her stomach reminded her how much energy had been used. Despite its hunger, her body still cried out in tight cramped muscles as she tried to move.

The room was quickly cleared, leaving her alone with Blerk who swept toward her. I see you are still suffering the effects of rebellion. They will lessen as you learn to obey, but for now a little food will help you to deal with them. He pulled her swiftly to the edge of the bed and moved the tray close enough for her to reach easily without moving. Eat quickly; you still have to see what I’ve brought for you.

Despite her irritation at him, she resisted her first impulse to lob the tray of food at his head. Her whining stomach shifted her motion to shoving the food eagerly into her mouth. Her tongue rejoiced as if she hadn’t eaten in years.

Blerk brought one of the wrapped packages over to her while she was just swallowing her last bite of sweet buttered biscuit doused in honey. He set it gently into her lap and smiled brilliantly. Let me guess, leg shackles?

His smile widened. Why should I need them; thinking of running away? He moved the tray out of the way and turned back to face her. Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously before looking down at the string securing the package in her lap. It looked more like a glistening pit viper than the colored fabric that it was.

Sighing heavily, Blerk reached over and pulled the string free, causing the heavy wrapping to flap open and reveal the folded silk within. Now she was thoroughly confused. What is this supposed to be?

I’m sure you didn’t think you could remain in such unbecoming garb. I have taken the liberty of having some uniforms made for you. With a well-practiced flourish he shook the folded garment and held it out before her. It shimmered a lovely deep metallic blue.

I assume you are joking.

Now don’t get your hackles up; it’s for your protection. The uniform gives you the protection of Algar’s army even if you are separated from me. He held the fabric up to her chest, checking its size.

She surged to her feet, forcing him to jump back out of her way. Your idea of protection is to make me obvious to any that can aim! She snatched the garment from his hands and threw it to the floor.

Blerk’s expression drained from his face. His voice was strained when he spoke. This is not an option; I will broach no arguments. I will not have you injured in battle because you were too stubborn to wear a uniform.

She gestured at the crumpled fabric. "That uniform is not fit for a barmaid! I will not wear it." Suddenly the invisible hands were clamped painfully on her arms again.

Blerk stepped toward her, glaring down with eyes that looked ready to spark flames. I have been very lenient with you. I have let you slide even to the point of public defiance, but there will be no leeway on this subject. Now either put it on yourself or I will put it on for you.

Her mind told her to not push him further, but her pride would not let her give in so easily. She opened her mouth but was interrupted by a noise in the hall. The door swung open, releasing a flood of people into the room. Most were the guards from outside but the man at their head was a stranger to her. Blerk turned to confront him.

Lucky to have run into you, Blerk. He smiled as he caught sight of Raivien at his side. You’re coming with us. The Cartarans pushed our border last night. We are on our way to relieve our forces there.

You can’t be serious! We haven’t even simulated yet; she is not ready for battle! Raivien finally noticed a very small creature hiding behind the newcomer. The quick flash of silver on the arm told her that this was another captive terarch. Dark brown eyes caught her gaze for an instant before moving back behind the soldier. Looking at the man, she noticed that he was wearing a pendant identical to the one hanging around Blerk’s neck.

There is no time; you must work with her en route. We have no other choice. He glanced at the silk laying forgotten on the floor. Unless, of course, you think she is too much for you to handle, and in that case I’m sure we can find someone willing to take her off your hands. He began stroking his chin while looking at her, giving her the distinct felling of being up for market.

Blerk’s ears had turned red from the insult. No terarch could be ready for battle after one day. Need I remind you of the time it took you to get your current charge battle ready? The soldier’s eyes narrowed angrily. I will not ruin the work I have already put into her by sending her to war too early! This must have meant something to them both, as the tension jumped through the ceiling. Raivien could see the woman tremble behind the soldier.

The soldier pulled a piece of parchment from among his armor. I’m afraid the king has something else to say on the matter. He handed it to Blerk with a triumphant look on his face. I believe he wants to see just how good you are, golden child. The small woman peered out from behind him again, dark brown hair swinging down around her face.

Blerk read the note and crumpled it in his fist. I guess I don’t have to ask if you had any part in this.

The soldier stepped toward Raivien and let a strand of her hair run through his fingers. I could always assist in her training if you think you can’t handle her in battle.

She flashed an unfriendly smile. Blerk looked at her and stepped back. Moving closer to the soldier, she reached up gracefully and entangled her fingers in the necklace, pulling him down toward her. Time to see if Blerk lies or not. Gathering all her strength, she brought her knee up hard into his groin and was pleased to see him collapse at her feet.

Blerk pulled her back behind him, trying unsuccessfully to hide his amusement. Well, Sien, I’m afraid I do have to thank you. I couldn’t have taught her that better myself. The small terarch that had hidden behind Sien looked horrified. Her eyes bulged and her hands were clamped tight over her mouth. She was dressed in silk cut similar to the uniform Blerk had made for her. Her very pale skin was marked with scars and fresh wounds but her hands were delicate and uncalloused.

Sien was slowly pulling himself to his feet moaning slightly. Raivien straightened ready for a backlash as he finally lurched to his feet and grabbed for her. Blerk caught him easily and sent him reeling back into the guards at the door. We’ll be down shortly. Please escort Sien to the camp and have the men readied to leave.

As the soldiers dragged Sien from the room, Blerk turned back to her. Satisfied?

Raivien feigned pouting. No, he got up.

Blerk picked up the silk top from the floor and stood stroking it. Please, you have seen that I told you the truth. You must put this on. Going into battle untrained is bad enough without our own men turning on you.

You might want to watch that; I might start to think you actually care about me. She took the silk garment from him and looked closely at it.

I was about to tell you the same thing, little Raivien. Looking at the silk in her hands, he turned toward the door. I’ll wait for you in the hall. He pulled the door shut behind him.

Raivien stood staring questioningly at the silk uniform. She changed quickly into the thin slick suit. It fit tightly over her beasts and hips and flared down the leg and arm. Her skin prickled as the cold seeped through the fabric. Oh yes, very practical. She slid on her boots and turned to her weapons. Strapping on her belt, she heard a soft tapping at the door.

Blerk peeked around its edge. See now, it’s not that bad, is it?

Maybe not for you. Meanwhile I’m going to freeze in this thing. She smoothed the pants over her thighs, trying to produce some warmth.

He walked over to the pile of wrapped packages and rifled through them a moment before choosing one. He tossed it to her with a grin. Try this one.

Opening the package, she found a heavy warm cloak of the same deep metallic blue. She flung it around her shoulders quickly, glad for its weight. We better get going; we have a lot to go over before you get thrown into battle untrained.

The cloak swirled around her as she turned toward him. I wouldn’t say I’m untrained. I did exist before you came along, you know.

He quickly shoved the remaining parcels into a satchel before leading her out to the camp. The shy terarch from earlier stood cowering beside a meek gelding as Sien approached them. He eyed Raivien questioningly before ignoring her completely.

I do hope that you don’t embarrass yourself too badly in this battle. The king will be very disappointed. He smiled devilishly. He and Blerk drifted off arguing, leaving her standing alone. So much for training.

A brilliant yellow cloak shrouded Ashka in formlessness and her large doe-like eyes darted around among the soldiers as they hastily packed. She jumped and squealed softly when she noticed Raivien approaching, her eyes growing even wider.

Are you alright? Raivien stopped abruptly, thoroughly convinced that the small woman might dart like the startled doe she appeared. What had that man done to make her like this?

I’m not supposed to talk to you. Her voice was soft and quivering. Sien will be very angry with me.

You let me deal with Sien. I just want to talk. Raivien tried to smile encouragingly but the small woman just kept looking around for Sien while wringing her hands until her knuckles turned white. So, what’s your name; where are you from?

Name? Sien calls me Kaira. He says I was bad so I can’t use my name anymore.

The more she says about Sien the more I like Blerk. She pushed further. You can tell me your name; I won’t tell Sien.

I guess you wouldn’t. Her eyes darted madly. My name is Ashka, Princess Ashka. I was Princess Ashka. Her head drooped sadly, causing her hair to fall into her face. My father, King Galdin, sent me to Sien some months ago. It was my sixteenth birthday.

Your own father sent you to that man! Well, I guess I can’t talk, my father tried to kill me. A small smile had appeared on Ashka’s face just to vanish quickly as Blerk came striding toward them.

Come Raivien, we have a lot of work to do. He took her arm and led her toward the horse lines where their mounts stood tacked and ready. We will be riding ahead of the men to keep from worrying about hitting anyone.

How is this supposed to work anyway? I can’t use my power with these stupid things on. She clawed angrily at the carved gauntlets, feeling pure hatred for them now that she knew she would be thrown into a battle with no way to use her powers.

They had mounted the horses and were well down the road before he answered. Of course there is a way to use your powers with the gauntlets on. There wouldn’t be much purpose for you as a weapon if you couldn’t even use your powers. He pointed at a rock ten yards ahead of them. When you feel warmth in the gauntlets, split the rock in two.

You’re serious.

I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?

She still hesitated for a moment when the cold silver gauntlets suddenly warmed against her skin. She took a deep breath and let the power slip down her arm. Cautiously, she let it stretch from her fingertips toward the rock. A sound louder than thunder cracked the air as the rock flew apart into two perfectly equal halves.

She glared at him smugly. Good enough?

Blerk’s expression was an awkward mix of pleasure and surprise. Yes, very good. Now, let’s try something more difficult. He scanned the horizon for a moment. Try and cut a cylinder out of that rock over there.

She rolled her eyes. This is ridiculous! I’m not going to play games the entire way there! She sent a tongue of power at the rock and shattered it into thousands of tiny pieces, then floated one onto the palm of her hand. She leaned over so Blerk could see the perfectly formed rock dragon as hundreds of its identical twins rained down around them.

I told you, I am not inexperienced.

He took the tiny carving carefully in his hand, turning it over to admire its intricate detail. Very impressive. It even has teeth! The warmth slowly drained from the gauntlets. Apparently, the lesson was over.

The day burned quickly as they rode toward the horizon. A tight heavy knot was forming deep inside her stomach. For all of her years and experience, she had been lucky enough to avoid any semblance of war. Though she had seen the aftermath—scattered bodies in thick red mud—she had planned carefully to avoid even the rumor of full out battle, yet now she rode directly into one...one she would participate in herself. The dull red glow just after sunset was the only thing to illuminate their arrival.

The armies had retreated to their separate camps for the night and were carefully tending their wounded and burying the dead. Too many cots to count held moaning, bleeding soldiers covered in white bandages that were quickly turning pink. Weapons were gathered in different areas waiting for repair or sharpening while the remaining sound soldiers were given the schedule for guard duty. They were all relieved to see reinforcement.

Blerk led her to a large pavilion at the center of a circle of cook fires. Young men in liveries ran up and took their horses, running off toward the pickets. Sien and tiny Ashka came up behind and followed them into the pavilion.

The interior was dimly lit by stand torches scattered about in a manner intended to illuminate any possible hiding place in case of intruder. Tied to each side was a large blue mastiff, all of which were sleeping deeply with their feet in the air. Their noses twitched toward the newcomers but none stirred more than that. Centered against the back wall was a folding table littered with maps and parchments held in place with polished river stones. Standing behind the table was a tall, heavily muscled man with a short graying beard. A scarlet knot of silk hung down his right arm. His thoughtful glare moved from the table to their group as they entered.

Praise the king you made it in time. They nearly broke through today; it took the effort of every last man to hold them off. We would have been hard-pressed to hold them in the morning if you hadn’t showed. A trail of blood ran from under his hair, down his cheek, and under his chin.

Sien stepped forward pompously. We traveled as fast as we could but were slowed due to Terant Blerk’s unruly new pet. His arrogant glance took in Blerk, who stood directly between Sien and Raivien in case she felt an urge to prove to herself that the last incident hadn’t been a fluke.

Blerk, I thought you were searching for a rogue terarch. Last I heard two days ago you were still looking. Can I presume that this is she? Stroking his beard, he took in Raivien from head to toe.

Blerk straightened with pride. She is one and the same, even more spectacular than we had been informed.

She couldn’t have been clamped for more than a day; why is she being taken into battle with so little training?

Blerk shot venom from his eyes at Sien. I’m afraid it cannot be helped at this point, but I am confident in Terarch Raivien’s abilities. 

Let’s hope so. This battle will not be pretty. The Cartarans are little more than savages and seem to have been taken over by a horribly vicious tyrant with high ambitions. Apparently he is personally leading this attack. You are here to take him down. He glared angrily at a soldier in the corner. My own men cannot even put an arrow in an unarmed man standing in the open.

Raivien saw Ashka sway dangerously close to fainting. If these people are so terrible, how do you know they will obey the rules of war?

The commander walked slowly around the table and approached her with his hands clamped behind his back. Well, Blerk, beauty, brains, and talent, I may have to request to have you stationed with my legion. Your new charge is rather sharp.

Her eyes squinted ominously as the commander proceeded to walk around her. Blerk quickly took her arm. No matter what our future station, I think sleep would be in order for now. He pulled her quickly out through the flaps.

Are all of the men in this army so charming? Ignoring her, he led the way over to a smaller tent topped with a brilliant white flag decorated with a large winged silver dragon that flapped lazily in the wind. White fluffy snowflakes drifted toward the ground, carried aloft in the wind, promising another winter storm to come.

Inside the tent was extremely warm compared to the frigid outside air due to a fire in the center contained in a large soup cauldron. Clothed in thin silk, Raivien was extremely glad for the warmth. The floor was covered with heavy rugs that helped to keep the cold from seeping up through the ground. There were cots set up around the outer walls, each wide enough for two people to lie on comfortably.

Blerk stood clenching his fists facing the fire. "You’d better get some sleep, Raivien. Tomorrow