SAELYNA
Waking 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 didn't drop you like cargo, heh'. I think he means it as a joke, but it doesn't click.
'I'm Ronn', he says, 'And it's eleven crows past first rise, already. Breakfast is ready'. Cyran looks at me then back at Ronn. 'She's not fit to walk around, can't you see?' He's quite right, my rib still aches and my right arm is starting to tingle. But I'm positive a shower and a walk will do some good. 'It's okay, Cyran', I say, 'I need a bath anyway'. 'Let's get to it, then', Ronn says and walks out briskly.
'He doesn't want to be here', I tell Cyran once I'm sure he's out of earshot. 'Mm hmm', he agrees, 'Come on. Let's get you out of these clothes'.
CYRAN
It's almost as if we are personalities of sorts, the way they treat us. Like we weren't kidnapped and brought here without will. It smells wrong to me, but maybe I'm just paranoid.Breakfast of oatmeal was brought in to us by the same girls that came last night. They giggled as they had done on their way out yesterday, and Saelyna had smirked at me again. After breakfast, Veesa came in to check her wounds and her vitals, but wouldn't talk about how she knows us. Saelyna insisted on a bath though, and Veesa obliged her with one.
It's been half an hour, but I'm on edge again. I wonder why I can't stand being far from Saelyna for a long while. It had worked when I went hunting the day before yesterday…"And look where that got you".
I'm standing in front of the creek, close to the bath house. Veesa says it's hers, and no one else uses it, but I'm not so sure. That wolven had come in to use it. Or had he? What if he was looking for an opportunity to take me out, but realized he couldn't do it in her bath house? They certainly seem scared of her for some reason.
The thought makes me self-conscious, so I survey the trees on the other side of the brook and around me. Everything is normal, and normal as a forest can be…
There's a brown form by the oak tree directly in front of me, in a crouching position, stalking quietly toward me. I pull out my hunting knife and am about to throw it…'Easy there, fellow. You and that knife seem pretty close. But it's a bit too eager, don't you think?' I blink. There's no one by the tree; I must have been hallucinating. I straighten up, tucking away my knife. 'What is this place?' I ask Ronn, 'And why did you bring us here?' He shrugs. 'None of my business. I'm just doing the will of the Alpha'. His face is blank, but a muscle tics in his jaw and he places his hands behind his back, staring straight ahead. Though he tries to hide it, I know he'd rather be anywhere else than playing host to the elvish twins.
He chuckles when I point this out and I realize how human he looks when he shows emotion. Otherwise, he's as lupine as a wolven can be. 'You're correct, elf', he says, 'But then, I have little say, don't I?' He sounds bitter now, like he has been holding back his complaint for an incredibly long time. 'Well, why don't you prove your worth? Make a name for yourself?' I ask. He regards me with grey-blue eyes that are now stony with observation. 'Interesting suggestion, elf. But not easy to accomplish. Especially not in a pack'. 'Not in a pack? Or not with Caivan?'
I'm being bold, too bold, perhaps, but I still can't get the image of Caivan choking him like a child out of my head, the fright and anger in Ron’s eyes. If everyone fears Veesa, I wonder how they feel about Caivan. ‘I’ll be waiting by the healing hall. Be quick about your business', Ronn says briskly and walks away. I look back at the woods, and I suddenly wish he were still here.
SAELYNAArguing with Veesa is like pouring water on a rock. She insists I wear a skirt, and a loose shirt as well before Ronn takes me to the Alpha. It's too casual, too free, unrestricted. She won't let me wear my trouser though, or give me another one. So I'm stuck with looking like the rest of the girls in the pack, and probably, like an idiot.Cyran and Ronn are waiting outside Veesa's hut when I come out. Ron’s expression doesn't change, but Cyran grins at me. 'Look at you. Like a little princess'. I punch him in the arm and he guffaws freely. It's been a while since I've seen him laugh like that, so I let him. 'You look…great', Ronn says blankly. I raise a brow at him. 'It fits you', he adds hurriedly, 'In a good way. Not like a princess..' He purses his lips for a moment, then twirls on his heels and gestures for us to follow him. 'I think he likes you', Cyran whispers and I punch him again, harder than before and this time he yaps in pain. That someone like Ronn would actually like someone is nigh impossible, but I don't dwell on the thought.
We pass several huts on the way, all on either side of us, and all made of detachable wood. I don't see a person younger than thirteen, nor any men but the girls seem to be the most of their number. They smile at Cyran as they walk by with pails or sheaves of grain or little baskets of clothes.
Ronn doesn't elicit the same reaction, though. It's as if he's some kind of public enemy. 'He had a fight with Caivan yesterday while you were out. Well, not a fight, more of a beating, really', Cyran whispers to me. 'Your stories don't tell you that wolvens can hear over long distances?' Ronn says, his voice surprisingly calm. 'Who are you to the pack?' I call back. He doesn't answer for a while. 'A stray wolf, I guess', he says eventually. Cyran and I exchange glances; he's weirder than we thought.
He points at a hut that's made of actual clay and not detachable wood like the rest. 'Stay clear of those', he tells us, 'That's where the real, non-stray wolves are. They don't apologize after they bite…there usually isn't anyone to apologize to, anyway'. Sure enough, I hear guttural growls from within as we pass by, and I make a mental note not to enter these parts alone.
We stop in front of a large building made of bricks and bamboo sticks. Ronn steps aside and gestures toward the door. 'The alpha is waiting', he says.
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
CAIVANI've been here for a while, I don't know how long, but time must have gone by fast. When I finally shake off the mire of an unconscious sleep, I find that I'm thirsty as hell. The horse had bolted off with my food and water, so I'm stuck here. Cases like this make me want to take off my leash and go full wolven. And as always, I rein in myself. The Wolf finally howls for me when a cart comes down rumbling down the forest road. The man riding the vehicle looks to be in his late fifties; gray-bearded, black and white hair and a few wrinkles on his face. He hums a tune to himself, but his eyes dart here and there, on the lookout for possible trouble. I consider my options. I could easily take him out, steal his cart. Or I could just ask him for a ride. The odds that he would acquiesce to my request are small, as far as I know. I settle on asking him for help, and take his cart if he doesn't yield. I step into the road, waving my arms, trying my best to look injured and helpless.
CAIVANTurns out Darwin is right. It's four crows past twilight when I spot the gates of Qarax from a distance. The city itself is a blinding maze of lights from this distance and we can both hear the hum of people within its walls. Darwin says he's off to Terhaven; according to his updated and more accurate map, the road to the town branches off here, down the slope towards a small tributary. I alight and shake his hand. 'You're a queer fellow', he says, 'But in a good way. May the luck of The Seven be with you'. 'And you, Master Darwin. Say hello to the family for me', I say, 'Oh and here's a little token of my appreciation'. Luckily, the blasted horse had not taken my pouch along. I take it out, count a couple godens and hand them to him. He declines politely, but I insist. 'At least, let one deed of good be counted to me', I say, tapping into the pious sayings of worshipers of the Seven. He agrees grudgingly then, and sets off towards Terhaven. The city is built directly in fro
CYRANThe air is thick with magic. It's everywhere, the rexume plants stretch out like some lake of vegetation as far as a hundred yards. The aquamarine leaves seem to glow with the sun, and the peas are bursting from their pods. I've seen a plantation of kingpeas; we were made to work the King's Glade, watering and harvesting them; but not this wide and unprotected. Saelyna's breath is on hold, and her skin is pale. At first, I assume she's awed by the plants as I am. But then, she turns around and throws up a stream of black sludge. Alarmed, I turn to Veesa, but she's nodding with a smile. 'She must have felt their magic', she says and Argell nods. 'What the fuck are you talking about?' I ask with consternation as I hurry to her side. 'Do something!' I call to Veesa. 'No need to be alarmed, boy. Her body is purging the last of the rexanten, reacting to the pure magic of iden', she says calmly. Saelyna touches my arm lightly. 'I'm alright', she says, 'I'm fine. It's all gone. I thi
CAIVANI'm quite confused as to why I wake up feeling homesick. Perhaps it's the dream I had, but it doesn't make sense; a replay of that night, when I attacked the mage. 'Lord', it had hissed, though I don't remember seeing this one at court to recall my title. Or any one for that matter. I hadn't wasted time wondering, or tearing him apart. The predominant part of the "dream", however, is her face. It still flashes in my mind's eye now: the long black hair tucked behind pointed ears and her lucent, green eyes. I wonder why that makes me nostalgic. I don't let anyone in, not even the servants when they come to draw my bath. I fill the tub myself, and though the hot water makes my hair stand on end, I'm grateful for it. Many would interpret my actions last night as an act of defiance or something. Especially the trouble stirrer, Edward. And I might be overstepping my boundaries, but it might well be my last night at Qarax, before I set the cogwheels of my plan into motion. That Xan