Happy New Year 12/31/2017

As 2017 comes to a close it’s time to really reflect on what goals were made, accomplished, or not quite reached. But those are last year’s goals. It’s time for 2018 goals.

Finishing Water is first on the list. It’s over halfway finished and the next chapter will be coming January 4th so keep an eye out for that. Following Water will be the next book in the Source Series: Earth.

Next on the list is editing. I’m going back to the beginnings of the Bloodfall Trilogy. Nothing major will be changing, only small things to keep continuity clear. Hopefully, you won’t even notice them.

This next goal is a bit more noticeable. Over the next year, I hope to tweak the site. Minor things have already begun, but be prepared for more noticeable changes happening across 2018.

Thank you for finding my story entertaining enough to keep reading! I hope I don’t let you down with what comes next.

I hope you all have a happy new year and 2018 treats you right!

~J. A. Ludwig

Chapter 20 Water

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The coastline doesn’t change much as the day goes on, but many in the group still find the sight awe inspiring.

The sea catches the light of the sun, making the water glimmer like jewels. The powerful waves slam into the coastline with such force, it’s amazing the rocks don’t split. Even beasts lying out on the rocks take the full force of the sea, but reappear from the white waves unmoved.

Large beasts far out in the sea pop out of the dark blue water, clouds of air appearing above them before disappearing beneath again. Occasionally smaller animals and fish jump out of the water, their bodies spinning or flailing wildly. Birds nesting in the cliff’s side swoop down to catch the excited fish in their beaks. Several times, two birds fight over the same fish, wings whapping each other in a crazy dance. Yet, somehow both birds remain in the air.

Those pulling the wagon find many bumps and hazards as they walk close to the edge. The movement doesn’t bother Ari, her much needed sleep too deep to be disturbed so easily, but soon the group veers away from the coastline. The path eases and those pulling are grateful.

Hours pass and when it’s time to switch pullers, the group decides to stop and rest. The sun is lowering in the sky and winds blowing from the sea send chills through the group. Night is still hours away, but the air is already cooling. A small campfire is built to cook food and the ones who’d been pulling the wagon lie down to sleep.

Others lay in the grass, staring up at the stars and telling stories. Hands appear above the grass as storytellers point out constellations. The rest sit around the campfire, preparing the food or trying to gain warmth.

Crofton stares into the small flames dancing around the bottom of the pot. The stew isn’t boiling yet, but the aroma makes his mouth water. Voices talking quickly to one another grab his attention and he spies Guto, Link, and Sten standing at the head of the wagon. They peer beneath the wagon before shaking their heads and walking towards the small group around the fire.

“We’ve got some good news and some bad news,” Guto says, sitting down next to Crofton. “We’re nearly out of food.”

“Tell us something we don’t know,” Tal says beneath a sigh. Indra gently nudges her and she shrugs.

“And the wagon’s showing signs of breaking down.” Guto holds up a piece of wood broken off from the wagon.

“How? It’s moving well, what’s wrong with it?” Kemp asks.

The larger man waves his hand at the two standing behind him. Sten and Link cautiously walk forward, joining the sitting group. Link’s large eyes dart around, resting on Vico and Vesna. They avoid his eyes, clearly knowing what he’s thinking.

Sten takes one of Link’s clenched fists in his hand to calm the man down. “It’s being held together by strings and gods know what else. It’s been barely holding together since we were attacked by raiders in the Redlands…the first raiders.”

“I don’t understand, it’s never shown any signs it was barely holding together. Wasn’t it checked before we left?” Kemp asks.

“Out of the three wagons that survived the initial attack, this one was the least damaged. We fixed it as much as we could with help of course, but this was always going to be its last trip.”

“Turner, the head of our caravan, had been saving up for new wagons. This one alone lasted, what? Ten years?” Guto looks to Sten for clarification.

“Thirteen. The others, longer.” He sighs. “It’s a miracle any wagons made it this far. Traversing the Redlands isn’t good for any caravan using wheeled transport.”

“That’s why we never used anything like that,” Tal says. “The sands and terrain were more suited for beasts.”

“You said there was good news?” Crofton asks, turning the conversation back onto Guto.

Crossing his arms, a large smile grows on Guto’s face. “When we get to Marpidium, we won’t need it anymore.”

“How is that good news?”

“It’ll make it to Marpidium,” Link interjects. He shrinks away as all eyes turn to him. “At least, if the small adjustments Sten and I just made hold up.”

“They’ll hold up,” Sten adds. “If there’re no more sudden downpours. It’s a miracle it didn’t fall apart while we were digging it out.”

“Lot of ifs,” Vesna says.

“Sounds like we shouldn’t be resting. Unless, folks don’t mind carrying what few supplies we have the rest of the way,” Tal says, patting Indra on the chest.

“There aren’t many. Shouldn’t be too much whining,” he agrees.

“Are we saying the best option is to abandon the wagon?” Kemp asks.

The group hesitates, no one wanting to be the one to make the final decision. The rest of the group, former members of the Redland Raiders, listen to the conversation in silence. Some hope to abandon the wagon, so as to no longer pull it, while others wonder if perhaps it may be useful to keep dragging along.

“We leave the wagon,” a voice calls from the wagon.

Everyone looks to the one who spoke. Leaning on the side of the wagon, only her head and arms visible, Ari smiles at everyone. “Since no one else was going to say anything, I’ll take responsibility. We leave the wagon. But after we eat and rest, we keep moving.”

“Are you sure?” Vico asks.

Ari locks eyes with Link. “What do you say? Do you want to keep lugging this thing around?”

“No. It won’t even be worth anything if we try to trade it. Especially without…animals to pull it.” He lowers his eyes, a flash of sadness crossing his face.

Sten squeezes his hand, the other man smiling weakly up at him. “Dragging it around isn’t helping to forget, either.”

“All right. I’m going back to sleep. Wake me when everyone’s ready. I can’t make all the decisions,” Ari says, disappearing into the wagon.

“That settles it, then,” Guto says, clapping his hands together. “Now, let’s eat!”

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Chapter 19 Water

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He watches her drift off to sleep, not surprised it doesn’t take long. He’d seen how her pace had slowed, the circles under her eyes darkening. He noticed it long before he did.

The brands on her skin send a shock of memory through him. The symbols he adopted during his time, knowing their beauty whether on flag or flesh. The reminders of those he witnessed receive the marks. Though he never saw it done to such an extent. How angry the elder must have been to cover her so liberally. How he must have wanted everyone to see her shame.

He glances towards the rest of the group, but they’re still distracted by the expansive sea. Some even venture close to the cliff edge, peering down at the crashing waves, no one noticing the two missing.

Kneeling down, he stares at her sleeping face. He sees them. He sees their resemblances in her face. Even how she speaks reminds him of those two. Rage fills him and he reaches a hand towards her, wanting to take the throat and squeeze the life from her.


The thought is loud and sharp in his mind. He jerks back, his hand rising to his head. Wincing, a low laugh rumbles inside of him. “Didn’t like that, did you?”

He feels the desperation, an almost gnawing at his mind.

Let me out.

“Oh, getting a bit demanding now. Upset I so easily traded places with you?” He stands, moving to the edge of the wagon.

We have a deal.

Jumping off, he stretches his arms over his head, cracking his back. He enjoys the feeling of a body again. How long did he stay trapped at the bottom of that hole? How long did he fester in the darkness?

“You need to be patient. I’ve done you a favor, you know.”


He feels the curious mistrust in the single word. Turning to the wagon so he can see Ari, he smiles. “Solidifying your bond. Reminding her who is truly the one there to hold her up.”

Silence. He senses thoughts flashing, followed by subtle agreement.

Let me out before someone notices.

“Very well.”

Crofton gasps, quickly running to the wagon. He leans over the wood to check Ari. He doesn’t see anything he may have done to her, but it only calms him slightly.

He feels him, watching from inside. The ease with which he took control…he covers his right eye with his hand.

He needs to pay better attention.

“You all right?” a voice asks behind him.

Jumping, he quickly turns and sees Vico standing a few feet away. His eyes move from Crofton to Ari back to Crofton.

“Ari hasn’t been sleeping. I convinced her to rest.” He tries to keep his voice calm, wondering if the other man heard him. “She nearly fell over from exhaustion.”

“She hasn’t been sleeping? Why didn’t she say anything?” Before Crofton can respond, Vico slaps his leg. “Of course she didn’t say anything. She’s as stubborn as Vesna.”

Crofton bites his tongue, not liking the friendly tone the other man uses when speaking of Ari. Not wanting to start an argument with Ari sleeping, he tries to walk past Vico, but the man grabs his arm.

“I thought I heard you speaking to someone.” Vico’s grip is tight, not allowing Crofton to pull away.

Crofton’s heart pounds in his chest. Could he have heard everything he said? His hand slowly dances over the hilt of the dagger on his belt. The very dagger he used to kill three already.

Releasing him, Vico gives him a friendly smile. “I’ve seen you tossing and turning lately. You two are both stubborn, but you understand the importance of rest. If you need a little nap, too, no one would mind it.”

“I’m fine.”

“When Vesna loses sleep, she tends to lose what little filter she has. Once I overheard her talking to a fly. It wasn’t an interesting conversation, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone threaten to pluck each hair from something so tiny. Rest if you need it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “But you’re your own man.”

“Where’s Ari?” Tal asks, walking up to the two. “Are you two having another fight? Are we going to have to go looking for her again?”

“She’s sleeping on the wagon since she hasn’t been able to sleep at night,” Crofton answers, happy to talk to someone else. “I told her we’ll wake her when we reach Marpidium.”

“Which brings up my next question. Do we know how to get to Marpidium?” Tal asks.

“Follow the coast,” Vico says.

“Thanks, I figured that,” she says, giving him an incredulous look. “Which way? We can’t risk heading the wrong direction. There’s no time and no telling how much distance we have between the ones following and us. They could be closing in now for all we know.”

Head west.

Crofton shakes his head, garnering curious looks from Tal and Vico. He waves his hand to signal it’s nothing as Vico turns to Tal.

“My guess is to head west,” he states, crossing his arms across his chest. “Deirak is northwest of Myldea. I’d only assume the main trading city would be located at the northwest point of the continent.”

“That’s assuming we’re actually east of the northwestern most point. How confident of that are you?” Tal asks.

Head west.

“I agree with him,” Crofton says. “Our best chance is to head west.”

Eyeing the two men, Tal slowly nods her head. “Glad to hear you two agreeing for a change.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I don’t plan to. Shall we head off?”

Gathering the group from the view takes some encouragement, but soon they’re back on the move. After assurance from Crofton they won’t wake Ari, those pulling the wagon soon pick up a brisk pace.

They follow the cliffs for several hours, birds flying overhead out to sea for food only to return to the cliffs and their nests. The blue sky and saltwater air revive the group. New energy fills them as they feel this step of the journey coming to an end.

If they can reach Marpidium.

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Chapter 18 Water

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Two days they cross the fields.

The grass only changing occasionally, but still remaining lush and green. The second day, clouds roll across the fields dropping rain on the group. They continue walking until the rain becomes so heavy they can’t even see their hands in front of their faces.

Huddling close together, they try attaching large pieces of cloth from the top of the caravan wagon to the ground, creating a tent. The rain still soaks the cloth, dripping onto the chilly group. Several crawl under the wagon to make more room beneath the makeshift tent, but the muddied ground makes it miserable.

It takes several hours for the rain to pass, the clouds disappearing in the distance as quickly as they came. Kelis does what she can to dry their supplies, but moves to cleaning those covered in mud. Others do their best, hanging wet cloths over the sides od the wagon until she can dry them.

Once everything is dry and ready to go, the ones pulling the wagon find it stuck. The muddy ground, used to the rain, swallows the wheels as they try to move it. Even with the help of half the group pushing as they pull, the wagon remains stubbornly stuck.

Eventually, the group decides to try digging the wheels free. This takes several hours as when they free the wheels enough to move, they only get stuck a few feet away. Soon the ground dries enough the wheels stop becoming stuck and they finally continue on towards the coast.

Ari walks with the wagon, needing to keep her hand on the wagon to keep her moving. She’s been unable to sleep through the night. Between her fear of the new magic and nightmares she finds herself staring at the stars until the sun rises. The endless fields don’t help with her exhaustion, the repetitive scenery blurring.

Her pace slows as she stares at the waving grass, her hand separating from the wagon. The wind grows louder as the group and wagon move farther and farther from her.

A sound rises above the wind. It reminds Ari of the river back home in Kellahn, the sound of the water rushing over the rocks. But this is louder, more powerful, sounding more like thunder the longer she listens.

The grass blurs, the green darkening to a blue so beautiful it reminds her of sapphires. A shadow moves smoothly across the blue fields, growing larger as it approaches her. She watches the shadow, a sense of dread slowly filling her. It grows larger and larger, impossibly large. A fin cuts through the blue, taller than anything she’s ever seen.

A blubbery back rises from the fields, too large to possibly be real, but the fear growing inside of her makes her heart race. The shadow continues to grow larger as it moves closer and closer. A low roar grows from the depths and the air sizzles with electricity.

“Look at that,” an excited voice shouts next to her.

She snaps back to the present, her eyes wide. She’s still walking next to the wagon, her hand resting on the heavy wood. The fields around them are still green and no shadows are moving beneath the waves of grass.

But the thunderous sound still fills the air.

The wagon comes to a stop as those pulling it eagerly walk forward, stopping several feet away. Excitement is palpable and many point downwards. Ari takes a moment to make sure she has the energy to walk without holding on to something. She forces her legs to walk forward, trying hard to seem like nothing is wrong. What she sees when she reaches the rest of the group makes her forget her exhaustion.

The fields abruptly end in a cliff dropping off and the sight beyond fills the group with awe. Many in the group are viewing the sea for the first time, the exceptions being Vico, Vesna, Link, Sten, and Guto. Though from their expressions, the sight is still inspiring.

The sea is a beautiful deep blue, but as it grows shallower, moving closer to the shore, the water lightens to aquamarine and even teal. Large waves crash into the cliff side, shooting white foam high into the hair and drenching the rocks below. The air is filled with the smell of salt and fish, as birds fly down to catch fish from the waves.

Ari remembers her mother describing the ocean, but she never appreciated the wonder of it until now. The water stretches far into the horizon, the sky seeming to go on forever.

Standing next to her, Tal takes a deep breath. “Gods above, I’ve never seen anything so…”

“Endless.” Indra takes Tal’s hand in his, a glimmer of fear hidden behind his wide eyes. “It’s as though one could journey to the land of the gods.”

“Let’s focus on getting to Deirak first,” Kemp says. “The land of the gods can wait.”

Crofton walks to Ari’s other side. “We’re getting closer to your dad. He’s waiting on the other side.”

She turns to look at him, but the excitement of reaching the coast drains the last of her energy. Her knees buckle beneath her and she falls forward. Crofton quickly catches her, surprised by her sudden collapse.

“Are you okay?” The worry in his voice brings a smile to her lips.

“Just tired. Haven’t been sleeping.”

She tries to stand, but Crofton swiftly lifts her up over his shoulder. He carries her back to the wagon and sits her on the back.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner? We could’ve stopped to let you rest.”

She shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep at night, I didn’t even think to try while the sun was out.”

Glancing up at the wagon, Crofton climbs up and shifts the few supplies left to the side. He grabs blankets and lays them down before holding his hand out to her. “Come on.”


“You’re going to sleep. Even if I have to hold your eyelids closed myself.”

“I’m fine.”

“You can’t stand. I doubt you can walk any further today.”

She takes his hand, allowing him to pull her onto the wagon. She sits on the blankets, but doesn’t lie down. “It’s not fair to everyone else. If they’re walking, I shouldn’t be napping.”

He gently places his hands on her shoulders and lowers her down. “We can argue, or you can sleep. I’ll wake you when we reach Marpidium.”

Her eyes droop now that she’s lying down and a yawn escapes her. She points at him and smiles. “You better.”

As her eyes close, he places a blanket over her and she succumbs to her exhaustion, hoping for a dreamless sleep.

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Chapter 17 Water

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Ari leans against Crofton, her eyes watching the wind move the grass. The moonlight makes the fields look like a sea of silver. She squeezes her arms with her hands, fighting back the fear still inside her.

The camp is a good distance behind them, far enough in case her magic flares up again. The tears stopped quickly as her strength returned, but she isn’t ready to face the group yet. Crofton hadn’t spoken to her since leading her from the camp, waiting for her to be ready to talk.

She’s relieved, but she can’t stop thinking of the look in his eyes. She knew something was different when she found him in the initiation building. She isn’t sure what it means, but now isn’t the time to ask him about it.

Footsteps cautiously approach behind them. Vico walks up next to them, a ball of string in one hand. He rolls it around his palm with his fingers while his eyes watch the waves of grass. “Seems the excitement has finally passed.”

Angling her head, she watches the ball move easily in his palm. “How is everyone?”

He leans his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Drained. Finding comfort in those without magic.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully. “Do you feel like talking about what happened?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know…what to say.”

Crofton places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to have all the answers. I think everyone needs reassurance.”

“Reassurance of what?”

Sitting next to them, Vico moves the ball of string from one hand to the other. “That you’re okay, they’ll be okay, this wasn’t an attack…anything else similar.”

“So, admit I did this to them.” She turns her attention back to the fields. “Admit to them it’s my fault this happened.”

“Well, it was your fault,” Crofton says.

She glares at him, clenching her fists painfully. “Really? I’m feeling like shit and that’s what you say?”

“You want me to lie to you?”

“Of all the times to be communicative, maybe this isn’t the best choice.”

Standing, Vico puts the ball of string away. “I’ll let everyone know you’re okay.” He quickly walks away, sensing the argument about to happen.

Scooting away from Ari, Crofton faces her, confused. “So you want me to cheer you up or do you want me to sit here in silence?”

“I’m experiencing new magic that’s scaring me more than I’ve ever been scared before and when all I need to hear is everything’s going to be all right, you amplify the guilt I’m feeling.”

“Why does this magic scare you?”

“Because this isn’t how it’s supposed to feel.” She turns away from him. “I know you don’t like my magic so maybe you won’t understand.”

“I don’t have to understand. You clearly just want to speak your thoughts out loud. Use me to practice what you’re going to say to everyone else.” He shrugs. “Or what you don’t want to say to them.”

She holds her hand up, opening and closing it. She struggles finding where to start, taking a deep breath. “When my wind magic first appeared, I asked my mom how it was supposed to feel. It should be an extension of yourself, she told me. But when I asked if it felt the same when she used her magic to bring someone back from the dead…she told me that was different magic. Healing magic was part of her, but her life magic was different. It filled her with light when she used it.”

She eyes Crofton, wondering if she’ll see boredom or annoyance in his expression. He watches her attentively, encouraging her to continue.

“I asked if my father felt the same. She told me when she asked the same question he said when he found his true fire magic it was as if he finally became whole. A part of him he never knew was missing suddenly became available to him.” She crosses her arms, hugging herself. “But when I use this new magic I don’t feel either of those. All I feel is something I can’t control, something unnatural, and I’m afraid of it.”

“You weren’t afraid of your wind magic when it first appeared?”

The question catches her off guard. “I mean, yes, when it first started I didn’t know what to do. It took some time to learn how to control it, but it didn’t feel like it didn’t belong.”

Crofton sighs and stands. “Maybe it feels unnatural because it’s different than your wind magic.”

“Of course it’s different than my wind magic.”

“Then why are you trying to use it like your wind magic?” The tone of his voice changes, as though he were scolding a child.

She strains her neck to glance up at him. “Like you know anything about magic.”

“Maybe not, but it doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” He holds a hand out to her. “And I think you’re forgetting to ask an important question.”

Taking his hand, she stumbles to her feet. “What question?”

“What purpose does this kind of magic have?”


“There’s a reason it was locked away, right? Maybe you’ll learn why the more you learn how to control it.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Do I really want to unlock more of this?”

“The way to do it is finding masters of magic. I doubt they’d help you if the magic inside of you was bad.”

Was that true? The figure from her dream said the magic inside of her could save or destroy the world, but how? It clearly affected others with magic, but what exactly did it do?

“Are you ready to head back?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

They walk back to the camp where the rest of the group is waiting. As the two approach all eyes watch them. Vico sits close to his sister, his hands working string into intricate knots.

Ari looks around the group, seeing exhaustion in the eyes of those with magic. Even Tal, usually high energy, sits with Indra’s arms holding her up.

“I’m sorry, everyone,” Ari says. “I never intended what happened to happen. I hope you all can forgive me.”

The group mumbles softly, accepting her apology.

“You’ve all been very…patient, I think, with why we’re heading for Deirak. The true reason, I mean.” She takes a deep breath, but Crofton takes her hand and she finds his touch more comforting. “For those of you who don’t know, my parents are Life Healer Meah Flandine and Fire Mage Ime Gurek. Our home, Kellahn, was attacked by powerful magic users and non magic users sent by something claiming to be the Source of magic. My mother was killed, but my father wasn’t there. He’s been missing for many years after he went on a search for the Source of magic. But that wasn’t the only reason my home was attacked.

“I was the other target. My true magic isn’t my wind magic. It’s something that has been locked beyond my reach, but for some reason it’s slowly being released. The thing claiming to be the Source of magic is afraid of it and is hunting me. There are two reasons we’re heading for Deirak. One is to find my father, Ime, and the other is to find masters of magic to help me learn how to control my true magic.” She squeezes Crofton’s hand, preparing herself. “I’ll understand if once we reach Marpidium any of you choose to part ways with me.”

The group listens quietly, no one moving a muscle. Once she finishes, a few eye each other.

Tal motions to Indra to help her to her feet. He obliges, the two standing together and drawing the attention of everyone. “We’d better get you to Deirak then.”

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Chapter 16 Water

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“Free at last,” Tal says, triumphantly. She runs into the grass, opening her arms wide to feel the sun on her skin.

The rest of the group follow suit, happy to be rid of the dark forest. Those assigned to pull the wagon find new strength, moving faster even with their heavy burden.

Only a few of the horses were recovered from the forest and now carry some of the wagon’s load, making it easier for those pulling. But not by much.

Hesitating to leave the forest, Ari glances back. She’s almost hoping to see Ylan, changing his mind to join them. She knows deep down his home is more important.

“You coming?” Crofton asks, standing in the sunlight. The blood is gone from his face and a fresh scar on his forehead is the reminder of what happened in Vacuda’s house. He wears the knife from the village on his waist, adding another weapon to his collection.

Nodding her head, she steps out from under the trees and into the grassy field. The warmth of the sun, she fears will make her brands ache, feels nice on her skin. The air is light and a gentle breeze rustles the grass and the leaves of the trees.

She glances ahead at the group enjoying the sunshine and open landscape stretching out in front of them. The horses they were able to find nibble at the grass, hungrily. Though she still senses uneasiness throughout the group.

“Let’s keep moving. We’ll put some distance between us and this forest before figuring out where we are,” she announces.

The group agrees and they continue forward. They don’t stop until the forest is out of sight, only fields of grass surrounding them.

The horses are tied to the wagon, but given enough slack to feed on the grass. Link and Sten stay with the animals, Sten keeping an eye on his friend. None dare approach the emotional man even Guto keeps his distance.

“How do we know we haven’t lost our way?” Tal asks, sitting next to Ari. Indra, Kemp, Vesna, Vico, and Crofton soon join.

“Ylan says they didn’t move our belongings from where we’d been resting. In theory we should still be on course,” Ari says, but her expression saddens. “If I hadn’t lost my father’s journal I could tell you for sure.”

Leaning forward, Kemp raises his hand. He grabs something and pulls, revealing the journal in question. “Lucky for us, Tal found it and you happen to know someone who can hide things very well.”

Taking the journal, Ari smiles at him. “Luck is a fickle thing.”

“Vacuda was making a copy. Probably so he could find your father himself,” Tal says. “He didn’t get very far, though. Barely got the notes of the forest down.”

Opening the journal, Ari quickly finds what she’s looking for. “If we truly didn’t diverge from our path, we should be able to reach the coast in three days heading north. Nothing but fields until we see the sea.”

“You guys travel to the coast all the time, are we heading the right way?” Crofton asks Vico and Vesna.

The two siblings eye each other, deciding who would answer. “Our usual route to the coast didn’t take us anywhere near that forest. Our caravan did most of our trade with the eastern coast cities. We’re not as familiar with the northern coastal cities,” Vico explains.

“You’ve never been to the north?”

“Not as far north as we’re going, no. But it doesn’t mean we haven’t heard of the northern cities.”

A northern city,” Vesna mumbles. All eyes look at her and she clears her throat. “Most of the northern coastal cities are just little fishing villages. Except for Marpidium.”

“Marpidium?” Tal struggles over the name. “Strange name.”

“It’s the largest city on the coast, from what we’ve heard. They deal exclusively with trade to Deirak and islands around Myldea. There’s even discussion that many pirates hang around the city.” Vico shrugs his shoulders. “It’s probably the best place to find a ship to Deirak, to be honest.”

“That’s our destination then,” Ari says.

“Your father didn’t mention Maridian?” Kemp asks.

“Marpidium,” Vesna corrects him.

“Right, Marpidium. Your father didn’t mention Marpidium?”

Searching the journal, she shakes her head. “He doesn’t mention any cities by name or anyone who helped them. Just vague directions and names of lands or mountain ranges or whatever.”

“It’s like he wanted you to work at finding him,” Tal says, with a sly smile. “Or make it hard for others.”

“We have a destination at least. Let’s take it one step at a time and we’ll figure out the rest later,” Crofton says.

Everyone agrees and soon the group is on the move again. Using the sun, they head north. The grassy fields stretch on forever. The only break in the grass was the occasional tree. As the sun lowers in the sky, a chill on the air brings the group closer, trying to keep warm.

They stop to rest when the sun disappears behind the horizon. Some clear the grass before building up campfires while others quickly fall asleep, the exhaustion catching up to them.

As everyone drifts off, Ari stares into the dying campfire. Her mind races, flashes of what happened in Vacuda’s house still clear in her mind.

The magic locked inside of you has the potential to destroy the world or save it. Once it is fully unlocked you will choose which, but the choice will be yours alone.

“Now I have to save the world, huh?” she whispers to herself.

The stories of her mother and father were repeated throughout Kellahn. She heard stories from those who fought alongside her parents, those who were rescued by her parents. But she also knew how her mother felt about those stories. How she wished to be normal, wanted the stories to stop glorifying her and Ime. How she wished everyone who gave their lives to fight for freedom were spoken of more than her.

Ari holds her hand up to the fire. The brands are discoloring, her skin trying to heal the damage. No healing magic can ever take the scars away, but it seems the pain has passed for now.


She uses her air magic to make the flames of the fire dance. The rush of air brings newfound energy to the flames. She reaches deep down inside of her, searching for that new magic. She feels it hiding beneath her air, curled up.

Closing her eyes, she concentrates, imagining the magic uncurling and stretching. She imagines it slowly stretching until only a small sliver rises. She feels the rest of the magic try to raise with it, but she forces it to stay back. The small sliver mixes with her air, mixing easily. She feels her air magic grow stronger, filling her. The rest of the unknown magic rises. She tries to push it back, but it’s stronger now with her air mixing with it.

Sweat rolls down her forehead as she struggles, the magic growing more and more uncontrollable. The magic in her brands awaken, bringing slight burning sensations across her skin. Panic fills her and her breathing grows shallow. She fights against her magic, fights against the panic, but both only grow stronger.

A hand grabs her arm and she’s pulled back from the fire. Opening her eyes, she gasps at the sight. The campfire is huge, taller than a person, but the heat is kept back by the wind surrounding it.

“Stop doing your wind magic,” a voice says in her ear.

Turning her head, she stares into Crofton’s eyes. His right eye is now an icier, colder blue than his left. She sees something hiding inside that eye and her panic intensifies.

“Stop your magic,” he says again. “They can’t take any more.”

Confusion mixes with the panic and he gently takes her chin in his hand, turning her head. Bodies are writhing on the ground, struggling against something. Her eyes land on Tal, Indra holding her to him, grasping her chest. Flashes of light appear around her, her magic trying to create shields as she fights against it. Weapons fall to the ground around Kemp, his hands trying to stop them. Others share similar attacks with magic and sounds of struggles filling the night air.

Crofton pulls her into a tight hug, his breath warm on her neck. “Stop your magic.”

Shaking her head, she tries to stop her magic, but the panic won’t go away. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You may not be able to control it fully yet, but you still control it. It doesn’t control you. You can stop it. You have to.”

She closes her eyes, listening to his breathing. How can he stay so calm? How can his breathing be so comforting? The magic fades away, the panic following slowly, and the pain from her brands easing.

Exhaustion overcomes her and she falls limp against Crofton. Her magic goes back inside of her and she feels empty. She still feels her magic deep inside her, but for some reason this time the rest of her feels empty.

“Why are you crying?” Crofton asks, softly.

Tears pour from her eyes and she grabs hold of him. She gasps for air and shakes her head against him, her fear threatening to bring back the panic.

What is this new magic?

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She sits up, the sudden movement surprising the two leaning over her. Her heart beats loudly in her chest and lightheadedness nearly makes her fall back. She fights it and grabs the shoulder of the nearest person.

“She’s awake,” the other one yells towards a group of people. Ari recognizes the voice. Nov, a healer.

The one whose shoulder she’s gripping is another healer, Sil. “Relax. You need rest.”


The large group surrounds her, but know to keep a little distance. A few move close, the few she trusts the most.

“Are you still in pain?” Vico asks, kneeling down to her.

Shaking her head, she releases Sil. “Are we still in the village?”

“No. You’re back in the forest where we left your wagon.” Ylan stands behind Vico, his arms crossed and an intense look in his eyes. “I came back to help you. Found the last of your group struggling to walk and led them here.”

“We were nearly crushed by a collapsing house,” Tal says. “Lucky there were any of us to help.”

“Is he dead?”

Ari lifts her head to meet Ylan’s eyes. “Yes. Your village is yours again.”

“What’s left of it, anyway. Thank you. You’ve given my home a chance to thrive once more.”

“What happened in that house?” Vesna asks, Kemp leaning against her. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Releasing Sil, Ari places a hand on her chest. She reaches deep within herself, feeling for her magic. Her air magic is there, where it’s always been. But now she feels something else, something hidden beneath. She tries to bring it out, but she knows if she does she’ll lose control. Her heart pounds loudly as she feels the unknown magic dance inside, growing ever so slightly.

“Ariana?” Vico places a hand on her shaking shoulder. His touch sends a shock through her and the unknown magic fades back.

“I felt it. That magic came from you, didn’t it?” Tal asks.

Nodding her head, Ari grabs Vico’s arm and tries to stand. He, Nov, and Sil help her up, being careful to avoid as many of the brands as possible.

“I can’t control it. I don’t even know what it is,” she says. “What did you see?”

Tal crosses her arms and leans against Indra. “It wasn’t so much what I saw…that fellow with the awful teeth—”

“Asco,” Ylan interjects.

Waving her hand at him, Tal continues. “Something happened to him. He lost control of his magic and ended up getting crushed by a rock.”

Indra nudges her and squeezes her arm.

“I also may have felt my own magic start to go a little crazy, but I was able to make it far enough away, nothing happened.” She adds the last bit to calm Ari, not wanting to alarm her.

Ari eyes Kemp. “Did you feel anything?”

Shrugging, Kemp tries to give her a reassuring smile. “I felt something, but we were pretty far from the house when it really got bad.”

“Feeling a little left out, not having magic and all,” Vesna says, shifting her weight beneath Kemp’s arm. “All I noticed was the house being crushed. Almost thought you and Crofton had been crushed with it.”

Ari’s eyes widen and she searches the group around her. “Where’s Crofton? Is he all right?”

“He’s fine. Wanted to be alone,” Vico answers. He glances down at her brands before meeting her eyes. “Said he didn’t want to hover and make you uncomfortable when you woke up.”

“Where is he?”

“I can take you to him,” Ylan says. “He’s close to the village entrance and I should be heading back soon. There’s going to be some confusion and I should be there to answer questions.”

“Thank you.” She turns to Vico. “Are we ready to leave?”

“Almost. We’re going to need to discuss what we’re going to do about the wagon, but I think we can have a solution by the time you and Crofton get back.”

“Please, give my apologies to the little man again about his animals. I know he doesn’t want to hear it from me, but I am truly sorry.” Holding his arm out to her, Ylan smiles. “Ready?”

She nods and takes his arm, happy for the support. They walk away from the group, silent until they’re out of earshot.

“What are you going to do now that your elders are dead?”

“Are you worried we’ll release another Blood King onto the world?” He laughs, but there’s a hint of sadness. “You don’t need to worry. I think it’s time for us to turn away from the Living Darkness. It’s brought us nothing but sorrow from the beginning. We need to focus on the people, not the magic.”

“And if anyone wants to leave?”

“They’re free to come and go. It won’t bring those who’ve already died back, but it’s a start to healing.”

“You wanted to leave once, too. You could come with us?”

His smile fades and his free hand drifts towards his own brands. “It’s a tempting offer, but I must think of my village first. We have a lot to do to wipe away the sins of our elders. Perhaps one day I’ll see what’s beyond our forest, but it’s not meant to be now.”

“What’s the name of your village?”

“We never had a name. No one thought to give it one.”

She stops, her arm pulling free of his. “Tell me more about the group hunting us.”

He turns to her, confused. “Lineage? Anything specific you want to know?”

“They know about your village. Aren’t you worried they might…?”

“Attack us? It’s possible, but they might not. At this point, I don’t really care. Our village is our own and we’ll choose whom we ally ourselves with. It’s time to end our solitude and make up for what we’ve done.”

“You didn’t do anything. It was the elders.”

“We didn’t stop them. We fell in line with their traditions because of fear and deserve as much of the guilt.” He walks close to her and grabs her arm, placing his other hand on the side of her face. “Because of my cowardice, you’ll wear these marks for the rest of your life. Perhaps Lineage destroying our village will be our own initiation.”

She jerks her arm free and steps back. “You said Lineage was the servant of the Source of magic. Why do they want to destroy magic? Why does the Source want to destroy magic?”

“I said they were servants of the Source. I never said they were servants of the Source of magic.”

“What do you mean?”

“Whatever Lineage serves may want to be the source of magic, but it isn’t the true Source of magic. Beyond that, I don’t know much about them. They’re comprised of magic users and non-magic users. They have a leader, but no one knows who he or she is. The elders were the only ones who ever spoke to them, but I’ve heard they have members all across the continent.”

“What about off the continent?”

“I can’t answer that, but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Nodding her head, Ari imagines Lineage has members across the sea already searching the continent Deirak for her father. But then why keep her alive? If they wanted her magic gone, they would’ve killed her already.

“Your friend is close. Perhaps it would be best if you met him alone. Do you know the way back to your group?”

Glancing behind her, she nods. “I think so. I can always use my wind magic to send a signal.”

“Then this is where we part ways.” A small laugh escapes his lips. “We never formally introduced ourselves to each other, did we? I don’t even know your name.”

She’s about to correct him, but realizes it’s true. She only knew his name after hearing Vacuda say it. “I guess, think of this as your first connection to the outside world. Ariana Flandine-Gurek.” She holds a hand out to him.

He takes it and shakes it firmly. “Ylan Grent. I hope to cross your path again, Ariana Flandine-Gurek.”

“I hope to see you outside of this forest, Ylan Grent.”

Releasing her hand, he walks away. “Your friend is straight ahead. Goodbye.”

“See you again.” She watches him disappear through the trees and releases a shaky breath, walking in the direction of Crofton.

The forest seems less unwelcoming. Ari wonders if it’s because she’s used to it or perhaps if any of the villagers used magic to give it a sense of unease. Whatever the reason, she sees beams of light forcing their way through the thick canopy.

She spies a figure sitting against a tree and quickens her pace. Crofton’s sleeping form adds to the newfound peace of the surrounding forest. His face is one of calm, but the gash on his forehead still has dried blood around it, creating a path down his face. Dirt covers his clothing and his hands are scarred and covered in filth.

Sitting on the ground in front of him, she stares at his hands. She remembers Vesna mentioning the collapsed house and she imagines Crofton digging through dirt and moving large pieces of wood, fighting to free them from the rubble.

Exhaustion fills her. She moves next to him and rests her back against the tree. She takes his hand in hers and looks up at the canopy.

“Not exactly like the forest back home, is it?” Crofton’s voice is rough, scratchy from sleep.

She turns her head to stare at him. His eyes are still closed, but a sly smile plays on his lips. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she squeezes his hand. “A lot of things are different from home.”

He angles his head towards her, his eyes opening. “Do they still hurt?”

Shaking her head, she touches the brands on her face with her other hand. “No, but there’s magic trapped in each symbol. The same magic to keep the marks from ever healing fully.”

“If magic is involved, there must be a way to reverse it.”

“You sound optimistic. When did that start?”

“When I finally got some dreamless sleep. Are we leaving soon?” He sits up, readying to stand.

She gently pushes him back down, moving closer to him. “Not yet. I want to imagine we’re back home for a little longer.” She closes her eyes and listens to the wind blowing through the trees.

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The smoke leaves her lungs and fresh, clean air fills her. Wind surrounds her, blocking the smoke and forcing Vacuda back. Sitting up, she feels magic welling up inside of her, leaking out of her and into the world around her.

She struggles to her feet, holding her sides as the magic inside her grows. She feels it wanting to get out, only small amounts actually escaping her body. Pressure increases threatening to explode. The brands covering her body glow and the winds surrounding her become stronger.

Vacuda fights to stay standing, but the wind knocks him back. He tries to use his smoke to block the wind, but as he tries to use it, he loses control. The smoke pours from him, draining him. He tries to stop it, but something keeps pulling it out of him. He glares at Ari, knowing she’s the cause. He has to stop her. He has to kill her.

Sharp pain in his back catches him by surprise. Another sharp pain erupts on his neck and warm liquid pours down his front. He grabs his throat and tries to touch the pain on his back, but his vision darkens and his body collapses beneath him. He eyes the figure standing above him with a bloody knife.


“My accomplishments were never yours to claim.”

Vacuda laughs and tears leave his eyes as his life fades away.

She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t understand this strange, new magic. She can’t control it the same way she does her other magic. She tries to control it like her wind, but the pressure only grows. She’s scared. She’s scared what this magic is, what it’s doing. She needs help.


Crofton works to move closer to her, a knife in his hand. Blood stains the metal and Vacuda’s dead body lies behind him. He swipes at rocks being thrown with the force of her wind. One hits him in the forehead, creating a deep gash. Blood pours from the wound, the wind catching some of it and flinging it into the air.

The pressure builds inside of her and she struggles to keep it back, but she knows she can’t keep it back forever. She reaches a shaking hand towards Crofton. He fights the increasing wind to reach her. He grabs her hand and pulls her close to him. A shudder runs through him and he winces.

“What’s going on?” he yells over the gusting winds, pain growing in his voice.

“You have to stop me.”


She screams as the magic in her brands burns, more of her magic escaping in a sudden rush. Crofton is nearly thrown back, but his grip on her keeps him close. The pressure threatens to tear her apart from the inside.

“You have to stop me.”

Crofton shakes his head, his eyes glancing at the bloody knife in his hand. “How?”

“I don’t know.”

She can’t keep it in any longer. Power explodes through her, her skin burning as it forces its way out of her. Her body becomes numb and she falls limp in Crofton’s arms. The magic continues escaping her, an almost limitless power. But she feels herself shrinking, feels her body burning away.

The world shivers, twisting as the magic contorts everything around her. A shadow surrounds her and Crofton, filling the room. The wind changes and moves into the shadow. Small rocks and dust rise, being sucked into the darkness. The wind grows stronger and larger objects join, soon even Vacuda’s dead body rises from the ground and disappears into the abyss.

Crofton holds her, grabbing the door of the room, the only stable thing left. He stares at the shadow at the center of the room. As it swallows more and more it grows, rising higher to the ceiling.

“Stop me.” She isn’t sure if her voice can be heard above the wind and destruction, but Crofton turns to her, acknowledging her request.

He takes the knife and with swift movement, slams the hilt into the side of her head. Her vision blackens and the pain fades away.






Stairs moving beneath her, legs struggling to move. The sound of someone struggling to clear an unseen obstacle. Rubble falling down the stairs, hitting her as it passes.

“What an interesting power,” a strange, unfamiliar voice says. “No wonder they want to stop it.”

“Shut up.” A familiar voice. Crofton? He’s struggling, his voice tired.

“Or maybe they want to take it.”

Blackness. Silence.

More than one voice. The air is cooler. Shadows pass over her, but her eyes won’t open. She feels the one holding her. His breathing and pounding heart beneath her. An arm holding her close.

“What happened?”

“She’s alive…isn’t she?”

“We have to get to the others. She needs healers.”

A brief struggle, she feels the world move around her. “How could you let her get like this?”

Another shift. “She’s alive. For now, unless you want to argue and not get her help.”

“Stop fighting, Vico! We should leave.”

“There’s nothing left for us here. Let’s go.”


No feeling.

Only nothing…until…

Who are you? Someone, no, something reaching for her.

I know you’re there. Who are you? It searches for her, unable to find her. A spark of pain then laughter.

Ah, it’s you…and another… The laughter continues, growing.

I will find you. Another spark of pain, the thing makes a strange noise. It was hurt. Something stopped it from reaching her, from finding her.

I will… Something slams the connection shut. Multiple layers block it from her.

But she still hears it.

I will take you.

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“You or him. Don’t keep me waiting. Your friend doesn’t have much time left.” Vacuda laughs, moving Crofton back and forth.

Stopping her magic, Ari lowers her arms. “Let him go. Do whatever you want to me.”

In one movement, he throws Crofton to the other side of the room. Smoke leaves him and his breathing returns to normal. The smoke gathers around Ari as Vacuda walks towards her.

“I left enough inside of him to block his airways if you try anything.”

“I won’t try anything.”

“We’ll see.” He grabs her arm and stares at the mark Ylan placed on her. “I see, that’s how you escaped. Once I’m finished with you, I’ll be sure to punish those who betrayed their village.”

He wipes the mark away. Immediately the pain of Ari’s burns return and she winces. Her legs weaken beneath her and she struggles to keep from crying out. Holding his hand out, the smoke brings a lit candle to him.

“Your initiation clearly didn’t punish you enough. Before I kill you, I want you to feel the pain I did.” He takes the candle and lowers it to one of her brands. The magic remaining in the mark burns, reminding her of when she first received it. She cries out, trying to pull away from Vacuda. He only tightens his grip and allows the hot wax of the candle to drop onto her skin. The heat spreads through the marks on her arm and she screams.

He releases her and she collapses to the ground. Leaning down, he grabs her chin in his hand and forces her to look at him. “Do you wish to die?”

She grabs his wrist and tries to free herself. His hand moves down to her throat. The candle moves close to her, the heat aggravating the brands on the side of her face. She gasps for air, but the smoke surrounding her causes her to cough.

Vacuda tightens his hold on her throat and the smoke seems to rise from his skin. “You’ll wish for death.”

He touches the flame to her face. The pain explodes across her entire body, the brands glowing with magic. Her screams burn her throat, tears taking away the moisture from her eyes. Her hands grasp Vacuda’s wrist tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

He removes the candle and the pain subsides, but only enough for her hands to fall limply at her side. He releases her and she crumples to the ground. He kneels beside her and lowers the candle again, this time touching the flame to her arm. The pain fills her again and her body convulses, her back arching sharply.

Her vision darkens, fading to pinpoints before the pain eases again. Her back slams into the earth. Her head falls to the side and she sees Crofton’s still body come into focus. A cool sensation on her cheek soothes her a little, the drool falling from her mouth uncontrollable.

The candle is stuck into the ground in front of her, hot wax rolling down its sides. The smoke circles in front of her eyes, dancing with the flame.

“Do you wish to die?” Vacuda’s hot breath plays against her ear.

She can’t answer him, she can’t move. Her eyes focus on Crofton, his chest moving up and down as he breathes. She wants to reach for him, but her body won’t move.

“Shall I free you?”

The smoke in front of her gathers, making her vision foggy. As it swirls, she almost makes out Crofton slowly sitting up, his head lifting to watch. His right eye is open, focusing on her.

“Join your mother in hell.”

Smoke forces its way into her mouth, into her lungs. She gasps, but her chest tightens painfully. She tries to force the strange smoke out, but she doesn’t have the strength. Her heart pounds loudly in her ears, fear taking control. Darkness creeps into her vision and the room fades away.

She sits up, blinded by a bright sun. The grass against her skin is soft, too soft to be real grass. She glances around, confused. Where is she? What happened to Vacuda and Crofton? What happened to her?

She grabs her throat. The smoke, it suffocated her. She remembers the feeling of her lungs filling with it and the pain.

“I’m dead,” she whispers. It’s the only explanation.

Standing, she watches the strange grass beneath her move to an unfelt wind. The grass is a strange cream color and the ground beneath it soft and warm. In the distance she sees two strange trees. They don’t have leaves, but large branches reaching up to the white sky.

Walking towards the trees, she feels the ground beneath her shake, but it soon passes. As she approaches the trees she sees someone sitting between them. She can’t really make out the figure, its form continuously shifting.

She stops behind it, unsure of what to say or do now that she’s there. The trees on either side are covered in the grass, thinning as it reaches the higher branches.

“You’re not dead, Ariana Flandine Gurek.” The voice is neither male nor female, but at the same time both male and female. “Sit with me.”

“Who are you?”


She does, her body compelled to move on its own. She stares ahead, watching the strange grass move. She spies a hill in the distance, but when she blinks the hill is gone. But as she watches, the hill reappears slowly rising.

“You’re not dead. Not yet.” The figure’s odd voice pulls her attention to it. “Don’t worry. I don’t intend to send you back only to die.”

“Who are you? Where are we?”

“The where isn’t important. And who is not a specific enough question.” The figure raises a hand with its index finger pointing at the sky. “But why…that is important.”


“The magic they are after, the magic they are afraid of…it’s time to begin its awakening. It’s true awakening. The Great Spirit of the forest has broken the barrier between you and I, but it’s only the first step I can grant you. I’m sure he informed you of what you must do?”

Her mind races back to Kellahn, to Lyrrel’s possession by the Forest Spirit. “Masters. I have to find masters of magic.”

“Yes. True masters who understand that which the rest never will.”

“But how do I find them? Do you know who they are?”

“You must not seek them by name. They will make themselves known when you are ready for them.” A sadness fills the figure. “But this is all moot until I ask you the important question.”


“That is your important question. Mine is not as simple. The magic locked inside of you has the potential to destroy the world or save it. Once it is fully unlocked you will choose which, but the choice will be yours alone.”

“But why? Why unlock the magic? Why not keep it locked away forever? Why even allow such a magic to be born?”

“Your important question. You will find the answer when the time is right.”

“You seem to know, why can’t you tell me?”

“Who am I, Ariana Flandine Gurek?”

She’s about to answer, but realizes she can’t. How can she when she can’t even understand what this being is before her?

The ground shakes below them and she grabs the grass in her hands. As she touches the blades, it reminds her more of fur than grass. Turning her head to the distant hill she understands why it continuously moves up and down. It isn’t a hill.

It’s a head.

She’s sitting on a massive creature. So massive she can’t even see where its body ends. Even stories about the giant creatures known as jordra never told of one so large.

“The important question I must ask is too complicated to placate into one word,” the figure rises, towering over her. “You must give me an answer. Are you ready for your power to awaken? Are you ready to decide to take the world’s future into your hands?”

She stares up at the figure, feeling fear rise within her, but beneath it is excitement…and beneath that hope.


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“Who’s surprised this turned out to be a trap? Not me,” Vesna groans.

Carrying the unconscious Kemp between them, Vesna and Vico stare at the figure blocking their path. Finally reaching the top of the stairs and walking out into the main hallway of the house, the two were stopped by the man with rotting teeth, Asco.

“I like feisty women. They’re much more fun to break than the weak ones.” He traces his blade across his captive’s skin. Tal fights against his hold, but he twists her arm tightly. She inhales sharply at the pain.

“Who are you?” Vico stares at the knife at Tal’s throat.

“I’m the one who’ll be taking great pleasure in killing all of you. Elder Vacuda told me to be creative.” He wraps his free arm around Tal’s throat and aims the blade at Vico. “But maybe I’d be inclined to let you go if you abandon your friends. I’m feeling a bit generous.”


“Well, don’t say I didn’t try to be nice.” He takes his knife and plunges it into Tal’s throat.

Vico and Vesna scream in shock and nearly drop Kemp. Tal’s eyes widen and her hands fall to her sides.

“I don’t usually like killing quickly, but I knew your expressions would make it worthwhile. Who’s next? Boy, girl, or sleeping beauty?” Asco laughs and pulls his knife out of Tal’s throat, but the blade is gone. His laughter stops and he stares at the broken weapon in his hand.

Tal takes advantage of his sudden loose grip and spins, kneeing him in the groin. She then grabs his arm and throws him over her shoulder into the wall. He crashes through the wood sending dust and smoke everywhere.

Rubbing her bruised neck, Tal sneers at the hole. “Barely made it before you stuck me, pig.” She turns to the siblings behind her. “You two all right?”

They nod, still in shock. She walks over to them and lifts Kemp’s head. His breathing is even and there’re no visible wounds.

“How did you—?”

“I made a very hard shield quickly. I’m surprised he didn’t feel it or notice his blade break before he did. We lucked out with a stupid one.” She releases Kemp’s head, letting it flop back down. “Where’s Ari?”

“She’s waiting for Vacuda.” Vico glances at the hole where Asco disappeared.

Vesna nods in agreement. “She’s going to kill him.”

“By herself?” Tal eyes the door down leading to the stairs.

“Crofton is with her,” Vico says bluntly. “Where were you?”

She holds up a book. “Found Ari’s notebook. Vacuda seemed very interested in it. He was making a copy for himself.”

“Why would he do that?” Vesna asks.

“Probably so he could find where Ari’s father is. He seems to have a lot of people searching for him.”

A loud crash draws all attention to the hole. As they stare, a large boulder crashes through the house’s wall and slams into Tal. She’s thrown down the hall and both she and the boulder break through the wall, landing outside. Vico and Vesna draw their weapons, struggling to hold them as well as Kemp.

Stepping through the hole, blood dripping from wounds on his back, Asco glares wild-eyed at the siblings. “That fucking bitch! I’ll crush her to dust, but first you three are going to die.”

He raises his arms and the ground shakes beneath them. Through both holes in the house, earth flies in circling them. Pieces of earth gather, hardening into heavy clumps. The earth stops, hovering around the three, waiting for Asco’s signal to crush them.


The earth clumps close in around them, quickly. Their weapons are useless and Vico and Vesna huddle close around Kemp, their eyes closed. They feel the pressure of the earth around them, but not the crushing sensation of death. Opening their eyes, they see the earth encasing them in a dome.

A dome of magic.

“What the hell?” Asco’s voice barely makes it through to them. The earth falls away.

“You sneaky bastard. No one said you had earth magic hidden in your filthy body,” Tal’s voice echoes down the hallway. Turning to the destroyed wall at the end of the hall, everyone sees Tal’s form standing in the opening. Her hand shakes from the strain of her magic. “I don’t like using it from such a distance, but I made it in time.”

Asco yells angrily at her, throwing earth towards her. She easily deflects them with her magic and draws her own weapon. Anger burns in her eyes and she runs towards him.

Realizing he can’t stop her approach, Asco gathers earth around his arm and uses it as a shield as she swings her sword at him. It hits the earth and buries into it, but not enough to hit him. As he smirks at her, she kicks him in the gut, sending him limping back. She swings again and he’s unable to gather more earth. He falls out of her way, her blade missing him by inches.

Scrambling to his feet, he makes a spear out of earth and tries to stab her. She uses her weapon to change its path and head butts him in the face. A sickening crack signifies his breaking nose and he throws a punch at her, but her magic deflects it. Screaming wildly in frustration and pain, he backs away from her.

Vico and Vesna watch with wide eyes. They’ve never seen someone so easily overpower another.

“We just gonna stand here gawking? She’s buying us time to escape,” a weak voice says. Kemp carefully stands, keeping a hand on Vico’s shoulder. “What a thing to wake up to, huh?”

“How long have you been awake?” Vesna pouts.

“Doesn’t matter,” Vico says, “He’s right. We should take advantage of the distraction and get out of here.”

“What about Ari and Crofton?”

The house shakes, wood creaking loudly. “They’ll be fine, but I have a feeling this house isn’t going to last much longer,” Kemp says.

Asco flies in front of them, slamming into another wall. The wood snaps and he falls halfway through the hole. Tal walks to Kemp and hands him Ari’s notebook. “You got somewhere safe for this?”

Taking it, Kemp holds it in front of him before moving as though to put it on an invisible shelf. As he does, the book disappears. “I’ll hang onto it for now.”

“You three wait outside. Once I’m done with the rock thrower we’ll get out of here.” She walks past them, waving her sword in front of her.

The three quickly leave, glancing back at Tal and wondering how Ari and Crofton are faring against Vacuda.

Asco sits up, throwing debris off him angrily. Tal holds the tip of her sword in front of his face and he freezes.

“I recall someone saying they were going to crush me into dust. Ready to try again?”

Yelling, he slaps her sword away, cutting his hand in the process. He leaps to his feet and tries to grab for her throat, but she sends a shield of magic out, causing him to bounce back. He attacks again only to have the same thing happen. On his third attempt he bangs his fists on the magic shield clawing at the unseen obstacle until his nails break off.

“I’ll kill you!”

Tal raises her sword and prepares to run him through, but the ground beneath them lurches and both fall to the ground. “What the hell was that?”

The ground lurches again and the smoke filling the house disappears. A surge of power fills the air and Tal shudders. Asco screams, grabbing his head and the earth rises around him. Tal feels her magic grow and she can’t stop it. Realizing the surge of power is driving her magic wild, Tal sheathes her sword and tries to leave.

A hand grabs her ankle and she falls to the floor. Turning she sees Asco holding her tightly. His eyes are crazed, the earth flying like mad insects around him. He holds his head with his free hand and screams.

She feels her own magic tightening her. Filling her yet also squeezing her. It’s a terrifying feeling and she knows she has to get away or else she’ll die.

Kicking at Asco, she frees herself from his grip and crawls towards the exit of the house. She watches the screaming man behind her try to follow, but the earth buzzing around him moves faster and faster, slamming into him and creating deep wounds.

She turns to the exit and notices the large boulder that slammed into her before whiz overhead. She flattens as much as she can, feeling the pressure as the large object passes over her. She sits up and watches as the boulder slams into Asco, crushing him. His screams stop and his arms fall limp on either side.

Knowing she’ll soon share the same fate if she doesn’t hurry, she clambers to her feet and runs. As she exits the house she feels her magic calm, but when she turns back to the house her eyes widen. Kemp, Vico, and Vesna join her to stare at the unnerving sight before them.

The house is surrounded by a shadow, slowly shrinking and melting the house away. The roof is already gone, the walls slowly following suit.

The only thought in all their minds being: who is responsible?

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