SAELYNA
The first arrow misses the mark. I draw another and fire. It misses as well, and I kick the bow in frustration.Cyran is doing fine. He's the best at what he does. He nocks the arrow deftly, raises it up to eye level and aims. When he lets it go, it travels twice as fast as mine does, and strikes the red dot on the tree. 'The easiest thing in the world', he says when he sees me watching, 'I wonder why this isn't a sport in Quindar'. I stick my tongue out at him and draw another arrow from the stack on the ground. I try to imitate his adroitness, his stance, but it's hopeless. The arrow misses the red dot and the tree entirely. I curse loudly and toss the bow to the ground. 'Easy now, lest you vex Archon'.
Dad emerges from the cottage behind me, his own bow in hand. He is a tall man, too tall for an elf, and he sports a green coat that matches his eyes.
He walks down the steps and approaches me, picks up an arrow and nocks it in his bow. 'The key to being a perfect archer, is nothing but patience', he says calmly, 'The utmost of it'. He raises it to eye level like he taught us and he takes aim. 'You're one with the arrow. When you become the arrow, you fly towards your target…' He lets go of the string, and the arrow hits the mark. 'All you need is patience. And practice', he says, smiling down at me. That warm, reassuring smile that tells me everything will be fine.
I pick an arrow, nock and draw. Be one with the arrow. I close my ears and hold my breath, tilt my elbow downwards and imagine myself flying through the air. I open my eyes, then I release my fingers, l let myself fly with the arrow. It hits the mark head on this time. I squeal with delight and my father swoops me up in his arms. 'See? Told you it was easy', Cyran says, walking over to pat my arm. 'Indeed it is, Cyran', father says and kisses us both on our heads. 'Come along now. Your mother just made duck stew. Personally, I'm famished from working on the farm. I'd like a bite of one of her dishes', he says. 'Last one in is a duck!' Cyran calls and dashes inside. I run after him laughing loudly, father chuckling behind me.
Mother is not at the dining room as she usually is. She's outside, standing quietly in front of the open door, staring off into the woods. Her ear twitches once or twice. When she turns around, there is a foreign expression on her face, that I now recognize as worry. She smiles weakly at us, but exchanges a glance with father. 'Stay here', he tells us, his face assuming that hunting glare. He walks out the door, coat swishing behind him, dagger in hand.
I yell for him to come back, that there was an ambush out there, that it was the last time I would see him alive. I cry for him, I run after him. Then everything dissolves into a void….
And I snap awake on a bed in the middle of a large hall. At first, I think I'm back at Halden, in old Ingrid's hospice, but I see a young girl with claws walk past me in white clothing and memories flood in so quickly that I hiss with pain at the headache that follows in sync with my heart.I drop one leg over one side of the bed, and that's when I notice Cyran sitting by me. He's deeply asleep, but he's not snoring, so I know he's been in my dreams. In my memories.
I push his blonde hair out of his face, and he jerks, blinking widely as he wakens. 'Don't go, don't go…', he whispers, and pushes himself up to his feet. I watch him shake his head and run a hand over his face after he notices me awake. 'Hey', he mutters and sits next to me, 'How are you feeling?' I touch my neck, and my fingers come away with some sticky matter. 'Like wax', I mumble, pullings face and he chuckles. 'Veesa says it's tearin or something like that…' 'It's tarren, one of the oldest elvish medicines and one of the rarest there is'.
The woman who enters wears a black, long sleeveless gown that looks too big for her small frame. Her hands are lined with veins and her arms are quite muscular…too muscular for a lady, especially for someone as old as she looks.
She shuffles over to the bed and smiles at me. It's a kind one, unlike the lupine grin I had envisioned would be on wolvens' faces. I wonder if she is one of them. 'I'm Veesa, the woman in charge of keeping you alive. How are you feeling now, Saelyna?' I frown at her. 'I never told you my name', I point out. She's mixing something in the bowl, her fingers covered with something black and sticky. 'No, you didn't'. She fixes me with those dark eyes that seems to penetrate me, then she smiles again.
'You look taller than when last I saw you. Which is inevitable, I reckon, but then, I didn't think you'd be this tall'. Beside me, Cyran stiffens, but I prod, 'Who are you?' 'I'm going to apply this salve on your head now. It'll help with the headache that's no doubt began since you are awake', she says, like I hadn't inquired about her identity, 'I'll need you to lie back, please'. 'Not until you tell me who you are', I say and fold my arms. She clicks her tongue like I'm some stubborn child that she has no idea what to do with. 'I will tell you, once you are well. It is my duty as a healer to ensure that my patients are in the best of health. Right now, you are not. I'll tell you what you need to know, but only after you are back in your feet'.
I purse my lips, preparing to argue, but Cyran places a cool hand on mine. I look at him, and that's when I notice the shadows under his eyes up close, and the leanness of his cheeks. I don't know how long he's been here, but he has been, waiting for me to recover. And now, he's pleading that I make it easier for me, not for himself.
I sigh and lie back on the bed, allowing Veesa rub in the salve gently. It smells like lemons and tree bark, like fresh leaves and something else I can't place. I feel my eyes flutter close, lulled to sleep by her kind fingers and the promise of better dreams.
CYRANI'm finally convinced to take a bath by Veesa. 'She'll be out for a long while, a few hours at most, but she'll be fine', she said, 'Go on. A bath and a hot meal will do you a lot of good'. She drew the curtains, then left the hall without much coercion, and I knew she was right. I was barely standing, and my stomach rumbled now and then. So I followed her to a large hut, a sauna of sorts behind the hall, down by a creek below the village. Water was already drawn for a bath, a steaming pool in the middle of the room. Then she left me alone to bath.I immerse myself in the thermal water, savoring the heat and the steam. I could sit here forever in this hot pool, but I still worry about Saelyna, so I hurry about scrubbing and washing. My hair particularly gives me trouble; it's grown longer and unchecked down my neck. I make a mental note to get a haircut at the slightest chance as I scrub out dirt that joins the rest of my body's grime in staining the water. I spin around sharpl
CYRANI'm just finished with taking a piss when I notice Caivan leave the hall. Saelyna is awake now, and I hurry to her side, engulfing her in a hug, packing all my relief and joy into that gesture. Her temperature is regulated now, and she even manages a smile. 'How are you feeling?' I ask. 'Like I was attacked by a mage and kept in a storage room', she says dryly, 'You?' 'Same. Except mine was a wolven…two of them in fact'. She chuckles at this and lies back on the bed. I busy myself with shaking the jars and watching the fireflies come alive, lighting the room. 'Tell me, how does their food taste? Do wolvens cook? Or do they eat meat raw as they say?' she asks half-joking. 'Oh, uh…I haven't had anything since we arrived. Didn't want to eat without you, you know. It's…not right'. She stares at me wide-eyed, like I've gone crazy. 'Cyran…' she starts, but I don't let her finish. 'Don't start by pointing fingers at yourself. It's exhausting', I tell her and she purses her lips. Befo
CAIVANThe road back to Qarax could be treacherous when need be. And it's not just the uncontrollable, unpredictable winter wolves and the snake-genn robbers that prowl the woods in summer. I travel in those times as well, but using the back roads. It's autumn though, and there are rumors of gazes migrating. Those vile hoofed beasts will attack any living thing in sight. They move through the back roads, so I have to avoid those for a while, even though it is likely hearsay. I'm not about to take my chances. And it has been ages since I traversed the King's Road. It's infuriating though. I recall days (the good ones, before he became alpha) when father and uncle Teran would go hunting with a few members of the pack. They'd return with enough meat to last us for months. When Xanwed took power in the bedlam of the rebellion, he declared gazens and deer off limits for hunts. And that's not the only law he made that sucks. There are five stops to Qarax; as father's map shows. The sky ha
SAELYNAWaking up to seeing Caivan watching me is one thing. Waking up to the wolven that attacked us is another. I don't give a gasp of surprise this time. I kick out with my foot and hit him in the groin, making him yelp in pain. He mutters a curse and actually growls at me before Cyran interferes. 'Step away from her', he says. I see his face contort with amusement before he snatches the knife out of Cyran's hand in a flash. 'You two are absolute fuckers, do you know?' he snaps, one hand on his stomach. Then he hands the knife back to Cyran. 'Good morning', he mutters. 'What are you doing here?' I snap. 'It's kind of my home, so…' 'You attacked us', Cyran fires. 'I admit I get carried away…', he starts, but I don't let him finish. 'You dumped us in a storage hut'. He looks at me, his grey eyes running over my face in one studying arc. 'I'm sorry', he says at last, 'I was being…' He purses his lips, but completes the word, '...stupid'. Then he adds, 'I did carry you in though. I di
CAIVANEven though Aron was the only person at hand to have overheard our conversation, I'm not taking chances. I can't risk an attack whilst I sleep or an open confrontation by some over zealous village man. It's happened before. Wolvens are still unheard of in these parts, and as I have seen on my way here, loathed. I make a mental note to strangle Elwyn later, while I make my way to the stable. I never anticipated his presence here, but now he's caught me by surprise, it might upset the balance I've maintained for two years. Especially if he had followed me to and from Eldad. I couldn't find him after his little revelation at the bar. I would've wrung the truth out of his large tongue if need be. Things are getting out of hand these days, which would be fine if it were not happening around me.As I saddle my horse, a shadow falls across the entry way. I pause, watching and waiting, one set of claws drawn behind my back. Then the stranger takes another step forward and I recognize
SAELYNAThe man that walks into the room has to be at least, six feet tall. All I can think of is the images in the books back at home, the large bestial creatures portrayed as wolvens in their might. Even when human, they retain their characteristics, some remotely, others can be perceived up close. Like this Alpha. Cyran's grip on my hand tightens as he turns those large crimson eyes to us. His hair falls thick on his shoulders, gray as his neatly kept beard. His claws are not retracted like the rest of the pack; they are out, long and easily blending in with his physique and appearance. He feels around for his chair however and I have the idea that he must be blind. 'I must admit, you lot are bigger now. Ten years gone by in a flash…there was a lot happening, either ways', he mutters. 'You. You knew us as well?' Cyran inquires in spite of himself. 'Your parents. They were one of the leaders of the rebellion, and I was their assistant on the wolven front'. 'More like assistant's a
CAIVANI spent the night at an inn by the roadside called the King's Boar. It wasn't exactly the best, but it definitely beat staying in Gilford or any other village along the way where I would risk assassination. After a cup of tea and some bread, I sit at a table in the corner of the parlor, and go over the last few weeks. How much court officials looked pissed when Xanwed deposed Edward and made me fourth in command. And what was Elwyn really doing in Gilford? Somehow, I doubt he was there for the Hunt. Granted, there are things I must have missed at court, whispers I had disregarded, but the fact that Elwyn was placed in charge of any secret proceedings pulls my hair on end. Xanwed must be mad or blind to have that psycho in charge of anything. I can't unravel anything yet, so I leave the inn early. This time, I ditch the coat and take on clothes of an ordinary traveler; a flannel shirt and a woolen coat with brown breeches. Inwardly, I'm grateful none of the pack are nearby, an
CYRANI'm about to pour my third cup of wine when Saelyna holds my arm and gives me a discouraging look. I marvel at her measure of calm as Veesa and Argell pummels us with details of the rebellion that we did not know. I seriously need more of that stuff, so I bat her hand away and pour my drink. I go over the past few minutes, but none of what Veesa and Argell has said makes sense to me. Or I don't want them to make sense. 'Your father was the strongest elf I've ever known. The best of his clan. Why and how would a group of bumbling deer-genn put him down? I considered this question, just after Edward came to us with news that Xanwed himself had killed Uren, your father'. She had puffed out a thick stream of smoke then. 'We had a very elaborate plan', said Argell, 'It was supposed to bring down the king and take the kingdom from the deer folk. You know of the rexume plants, yes? Well, Uren and Daena offered to help a few of us harness the magic from them, to make our numbers stro