CAIVAN
The 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 has taken on a grey hue, becoming cloudy when I make my first stop at a village. A sign on a post in front of the entrance reads, "Gilford".
I dismount my horse and lead it into the settlement slowly. The back roads have their dark sides, but humans tend to have darker tendencies, so I don't let my guard down. I enter cautiously, listening and watching.
It's quite irrelevant though. I've forgotten about the Fall Festival and the Hunt, so the decorations and the singing and smell of cooking hits me as odd for a while. A rather mundane celebration of the deer god that Xanwed had established, but it's almost obvious that he wants everyone to remember the Rebellion, and the repercussions.
I lead my horse through the street on the lookout for a less conspicuous inn. Garlands of flowers line doors and roofs of buildings, poles of metal and wood are at every turn mounted with a carving of deer's horn. Children run about with hats emblazoned with hoof signs and carry sticks. It takes me a moment to notice that these sticks are topped with carvings as well, but not horns. I bristle with anger as I realize they are wolf heads, mimicked in exact detail, to look like a staking.
It's in the village square as well. A circle of sticks, with wolf heads mounted on them. Some of them are of wood…most of them are actual wolf skulls. In the middle of the circle is a medium-sized sculpture of Xanwed, hand raised as though issuing their executions…which he actually did. The sound of music distracts me from watching the square. An inn is nearby, The King's Hand, its sign reads, and that's where I head.
It's not dark as I had thought it would be. Firefly lamps are in each corner of the room, gas lamps are in stands by the counter and at the back of the room, all illuminating the place. The men in here are few, which is perfect for me, and a woman sits alone on a rostrum, strumming a lyre that produces the soft music I had heard. I also recognize the tune she plays. Rainbow In The Desert.
I must have stood here for more than a minute because a lady taps my shoulder. 'Hello', she flashes me a too-wide grin, 'Anything we can help you with?' I nod and gesture outside. 'My horse will need tending to. And I would like a pint of piniard, if you will'. 'Aron will fix you up. I'll go get the stable lads for your horse', she says sweetly and heads outside.
I can feel their eyes on me as I cross the parlor to the bar and I reckon a man in a black silk coat is not common sight here in Gilford. Or any place else. I should have ditched the coat when I left Eldad, but it costs ten sithras. Plus, blending in has never really been my strong suit.
The bartender, Aron, is a lean youth looking to be in his early twenties, the typical Quindarian youth too buggered with his own angst to give a damn about the world. He calls out the line, 'What can I get you?' flatly, but when he looks up at me, his eyes lit up for a second. 'You're from the capital? A king's man?' he asks. 'Maybe. Maybe not. Can I have my drink?' He turns around and pulls out a bottle from an inconspicuous rack. He tosses it into the air, pulls a cup over and catches the drink before pouring it adeptly. 'Here you go', he says, pushing it over. I catch the cup before it goes over the edge of the table and put the glass to my lips, but I don't drink. After two sniffs, I'm sure the drink is safe and I gulp it down in two swigs.
Aron leans on the counter. I give him a look, packing all the "DO NOT DISTURB" I can into that glance, but he must be a bullheaded person. 'I hear tell that the king is putting together a team of hunters, in search of the Bevin horns. How true is it?' I totally had forgotten about all that, what with other disturbing news I had for father and the girl. The elf with the luminous eyes. 'Perhaps you can put in a good word for me', he says hopefully. 'What makes you think I'm from Qarax, let alone from the king's court?' He smirks like he's gotten a correct answer in a classroom. 'That cloak is of fine make, the kinds worn by few of the king's council. Your accent is northern as well. You tell more than you're willing to let on', he says. Okay, now I have to ditch this cloak. 'Nice assessment, kid', I reply, and tap my glass for more, 'I'm from Galwen, so you're right about me being northern. Just not from the capital. And I got this cloak from a dead man'. He pauses in pouring my drink, and I'm pleased that I've put him off until I realize he's looking over my shoulder.
Someone slips into the chair beside me without a sound, and my senses perk up. I don't have to hear him order the same drink I have, or see his face to know it's Elwyn Nordinger.
He gives me a grin but I don't acknowledge him. I don't want to think of what he's doing here, but I do want to have my drink in peace. 'Darion and The Six favors you, my friend', he says, 'It's quite a small world, don't you think? Even Vance wouldn't have foreseen us meeting here, of all places'. 'I'm going to be frank, Nordinger, I do not want you here. And if Darion favors me, he sure as hell does not look upon you the same way, because I won't repeat myself twice', I snap. His smile falters, but only awhile. 'I heard you were in the king's mission. I'd hoped to see you in Halden, but perhaps you took a detour?' Aron knocks a glass over and I know he's overheard us.
I turn, and I look at Elwyn with as much dislike as I can muster. 'What do you want?' He tilts his head and gulps his drink. 'Is there anything wrong in a meeting between friends?' 'If there's one thing we are, it's not friends. You're a pathetic, scheming dirty elf, with no regard for anyone but yourself. I am not. We are in fact, polar opposites'. He grinds his teeth and says, 'You're right. You are not. You're a wolven'.
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
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