CYRAN
The sound of galloping hooves reach my ears, long before the horse and its rider pull up in front of the cottage. 'Cyran!'
Oh hell, it's her.
Given the circumstances, I'm supposed to be grateful or something, but it occurs to me that Saelyna would try to heal me with magic. I know the wound has gone too far; I've bled out excessively, and I can't feel my arms. Anytime now, I'll go into shock.
She crouches by my side, tapping my face in a bid to keep me awake. 'Cyran, look at me'. Her face swims in and out of my distorted vision. 'You're beautiful, Saelyn. You're the best of us', I tell her. I don't know if I mean it or not. I just have to tell her. 'Shut up, Cyran, shut up', she mutters, though her voice quivers too much. Then she yells out for help, loud enough to wake the forest. 'I have forgiven you, Saelyna. Don't beat yourself up over it anymore. I've done a lot of nasty things too, but you always covered up for me. You don't have to be the perfect one…' I cough out a gob of blood.
My vision is already blacking out. 'A wolf', I manage, 'They're back. Warn the village, Sae. Please….'
Everything goes black.
CAIVAN
I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here at all.
I stop in front of the cottage, where I had heard the scream for help.
A girl is on her knees, cradling a young man. They must be siblings, twins in fact; they possess identical hair of a dark blonde colour and are of the same build.
She turns sharply on hearing my approach. 'Please, sir, help us', she begs tearfully. Something about those large green eyes strikes me and I cannot imagine myself walking away. I should help her.
But I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm on my hands and knees as I crouch sharply. She's sobbing almost hysterically now, and I see why.
Her brother, lies in her arms, unconscious. He's not dead yet, I can still hear his heart beat, though slowly and dangerously close to stopping. A deep gash appears to be the source of his pain, three long slashes deep enough to have slashed his ribs and missed his heart by inches.
I don't tell her that though. I also don't tell her those were caused by a wolf. She probably knows.
There is no time to get him to a doctor. He would require magic for this, the kind that only an elf can channel.
'You have something that can be of help', I say. 'What?' I push back her hair, and confirm my suspicions on spotting her pointed ears. An elf, then. 'You are in possession of kingpeas, are you not?' She opens her mouth to talk, but then looks down and nods. 'Quick. I need them now. It is the only thing that can save him now. He's lost too much blood'.
She dashes into the house and returns seconds later with a small, inconspicuous pouch. She hands it to me with much hesitation, and I understand why, but there's no time to question her.
I study the pouch's contents. Shiny, little blue beans stare back at me from the dark depths, and I sigh with relief.
She's watching me like a doctor observing a patient, which I think is greatly ironic. I beckon for her to place her hand over his chest, over the wound. 'I'll place the peas above your palms and you'll repeat after me. Understand?' She nods wildly, her large eyes still pleading. She really wants to save him.
I feel envious, but begin chanting the words that I had heard my mother say years ago. 'Tu bac, se ye, alguín. Oro, oro, isi, adar'.
The girl does as said, but not with conviction. 'You have to say it right. The magic is flowing into your veins, but only as a conduit. You have to channel the flow. Listen to what you say, and feel what it means'.
She does it again, face screwed up in concentration. 'Tu bac se ye alguín. Oro, oro, isi, adar'.
Tiny blue sparks dance out of her fingers as the beans slowly dissolve into her hand. The injured man jerks violently, his back arching sharply like a bow and his head turning wildly this way and that. A fit seizes him and I pull the lady away to her feet. 'What's happening to him?!' she cries.
I have seen this convulsion seize my father on many occasions, when he returned from life-threatening missions that left him with wounds deep enough to kill an ordinary man in seconds. My mother would use the peas to heal him, elf that she was.
I don't know why, but that is what I tell the lady, at least to keep her mind at ease and allow the magic work. I don't mention that some people can't handle their whole body rebooting and just shut down.
He stops convulsing, and is still for a while. I begin to wonder if he's among the unlucky few that don't make it.
Then his eyes snap open and he's leaping to his feat quick as a flash. 'Gods, I had a terrible dream', he exclaims, 'I was attacked, and then…' He looks up at our faces with a frown; I'm sure mine is totally impassive, but his sister is beside herself with joy as she leaps on him with a crushing hug. 'Oh Cyran', she sobs, 'Don't you ever leave me again'.
SAELYNA
Cyran looks healthier than he has been in weeks. His eyes are a renewed emerald, colour flood his cheeks like they have been painted and the wound is gone. Sealed, like there hadn't even been a scratch.
I can barely believe I just harnessed magic. It still flows through my veins, a throbbing river of fire that makes me thirst for more, that makes me feel more. So this is what it feels like.
I turn back to the man in a black coat that had helped us. He's gone. There's no trace of him anywhere.
I wonder if I had been hallucinating. But he was real. He had touched me. He told me about the beans and had saved Cyran's life.
I know I'll have to find him one day. I know we'll run into each other again…I can feel it. For now, I have to get my resurrected brother back into the cottage.
CAIVAN
Like I said, I'm not supposed to be there.
So after he got back to his feet, I found it convenient enough to slip away without much ado.
I head back into the forest, whistling a tune as I go along. I wonder what Gylen has been up to. Probably hunting squinards if I know my friend.
I try to reach out to him, but he does not respond. A little tingle of alarm goes off in my head, but I push it away. Gylen has been late before, surely, this is just another day.
I can't push off the feeling that something is wrong though. That I might have to cure someone else before the moon awakes.
SAELYNAThe row of sycamore trees that line the top of Halden Hill used to be a spot where town folk gathered in the evenings to relax and get together. Here, it's peaceful, especially at night. A clear view of the village is offered from this point, and one can see just enough of every corner of Halden. I dig my left toe into the grassy soil and twist up earth. I've been here for half an hour, but it's starting to feel like forever. I've bitten my nails to the stub, I can't mess with my hair any longer, so I'm on the edge of going wild with apprehension. A sudden sound makes me jump and turn around. Someone is coming up the hill, slowly and deliberately. I duck around a tree, listening to my heart thumping wildly, as he summits the crest. He's wearing a black hood and a cloak. They've found me, then. The mages have tracked the magic. I brace myself to bolt at the slightest slip. I can't outrun a mage, but I have the advantage here, given that I'm an elf. I'm about to spring down t
SAELYNACyran places a finger on his lips when our eyes meet. He doesn't need to tell me. Even Ima has gone dead silent.Floorboards creak as whoever it is walks into the house. My palms tingle with anticipation and magic. Cyran is crouched by the doorway, his bow and arrow in place. Nothing moves except the intruder in the kitchen.Then Camille stumbles into the kitchen and I release a breath. Cyran frowns upon spotting her. 'What are you doing here?' he growls. Her face flushes on spotting his annoyed expression. 'Sorry. Just wanted to say farewell. Quain told me…' She shakes her head and holds my gaze for a while before she grabs me in a bone-crushing hug. 'You're one of the best persons I know, Sae. Please stay safe and strong', she sobs.I've had my fill of crying for one night so I gently push her away. 'Ima', I say, 'Please take care of her'. Camille nods quickly. I know she will, we brought the panther up together. I rub Ima's ears one last time, and square my shoulders. 'See
On the bright side, we are not dead. Worst case scenario, we don't know where we are. But Xanwed hasn't gotten us, that much is certain.Cyran is awake, and looking at me with a queer expression. 'What is it?' I ask, sitting up. It requires a lot of effort than usual, and a headache begins as I do. 'I saw your dream again', he says quietly. 'Cyran, you said you'd stop', I say resignedly. 'I did stop. Last night it just filtered in. Your mind is fucked up, Saelyna'. I don't want to talk about the crazy dream I had, where Jerran and I were back together. The twist was that we both were wolf-genn.Most times I try not to think about the guy that jilted me. Other times, I bring myself to. That way I have someone to blame everything on. That way, I can allow myself to feel emotion.I take time to examine our prison. It's a room, but it has six corners and the air inside here is colder than usual. For some reason as well, I can't summon the magic like I did back in the woods. And I can't se
SAELYNAHe looks different. The coat's still black as night, but his hair is slicker and everything about him seems forced. He smells like Elwyn.I don't trust the smile he gives me, it's too casual, too fake. Too wolfish. I knew I'd see him again. I never imagined it would be like this. I never thought he'd be a wolfen.I dust my bottoms as I stand up. If I have to escape, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. And be a good actor. 'A settlement of wolvens', I say, 'I presume we are here to be eaten, then'. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and the smile falters a little. 'Ok', he replies, the fake smile still in place, 'I have somewhere to be, so…do what you like, which is not much, considering the circumstances. I don't care, not really'.He turns to go, which is quite fine by me, but Cyran calls out and rises. 'Do not be offended by my sister. She's…well, just not on terms with wolvens kidnapping elves'. The man in black waves a dismissive hand. 'Whatever you think, I already care
CYRAN I take steps torward him, attempting to put myself between him and my sister, when Caivan rounds on him in a flash. 'Where were you?!' he snarls, 'And why the fuck would you keep them in the store room like animals?!' The silver coated man doesn't flinch, he stares at Caivan squarely, assuming a straighter stance. 'Instinct. Precaution against possible escape. Perhaps if you were here in person, you would have done it your way…' He doesn't finish. Caivan moves like lightening, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall of a nearby hut. Struggle as he could, he could not get the larger man's hand off his jugular. 'I let you go once. Cross me again, Ronn, and there'll be no third chances', Caivan says calmly, like he was having a lively conversation and wasn't choking a person. The sight is horribly satisfying, because I see the fear in his eyes, the same one he must have seen in mine. 'Caivan, enough!' snaps Veesa. He holds on for three seconds longer before he relea
SAELYNAThe 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, i
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