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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Chapter 12, Pt. 1

The group had rejoined the evening before, and decided that Edo and his group would enter Griffin first, during the day, and he would meet up with his contacts there. The others would follow in the evening. The last time Silay had approached Griffin, she and Riya had been turned away like thieves. This time, they, and Talis, would sneak in like thieves, hidden under their magic disguises.             
“Last call for the night!” The Griffin gate-guard called out to the empty road. Silay, Riya, and Talis, who were crouched behind a rock just barely in earshot of the guard, exchanged looks.
            “That’s our cue.” Riya wiped the dirt off her hands on her pants and stood up. Silay followed suit, and after a moment’s hesitation, Talis joined them.
            Silay stepped out, trying to appear confident. After all, in this guise, she was the responsible adult. Leading the way, she approached the gate. The guard stopped them.
            “It’s late to be on the road.”
            Silay dropped her voice, trying to make it sound older. “Which is why we wish to come in.” She gestured to Riya and Talis, hoping that to the guard they looked young. “My children are tired. We need a place to stay for the night.”
            “Where are you travelling to?”
            “Welis.” Jarlen’s hometown. It was the first name that had popped into her head, and Silay immediately regretted it. While they hoped Griffin was safe, they were trying not to leave any clues the Sojanites could use to locate them. The guard seemed to be waiting for more information, so Silay added “I have family there. An aunt.”
            The guard looked the group over, and seemed to decide they were harmless. He held up a small pendant. “You may enter, but first you have to touch this. It will show if you have any symptoms of the plague.”
            Silay hesitated. She wished she knew how it was spelled. Was it meant to react in different ways depending on whether or not one had the plague, or did it only react to plague symptoms? Because if it was the former, she was in trouble. Whatever spell was on the object wouldn’t react to her. But there didn’t seem to be a choice. She reached out and touched the pendant. Nothing happened. She looked up and the guard nodded. Relief flooded over her. She turned and waved Riya and Talis forward, the way she assumed a mother would. The two approached and each touched the pendant. The stone showed no change, and the guard put it away.
“Welcome to Griffin. There’s an inn just down the road a little ways on the left.”
Silay nodded her thanks, and led Riya and Talis down the road while the guard closed and locked the gate behind them. As they walked, Silay felt sense of shame and anger wash over her. She had been frightened at the gate. Frightened of the guard, and frightened of what she was when he’d asked her to touch the pendant. She was getting sick of that feeling. It was one thing to feel useless, but she hated that people kept making her scared. No one had the right to do that.
            When they reached the end of the first block, Riya grabbed Silay’s arm and tugged her into an alleyway between two buildings. Talis squeezed in behind them.
            “Where to?” Silay asked.
            Riya pulled out the bondstone Edo had given her, looking at the glowing line inside of it. “It’s pointing straight down this road.”
            Talis poked his head out of the alley then ducked back in. “Looks like a town hall is down there.”
            Riya stepped out into the street, looking at the stone. “That’s where it’s pointing,” she confirmed when she returned.
            Silay bit her lip. “So either they’re in trouble, or the Griffin Council is helping us.”
            Riya met her eyes. “I hate to say it, but…”
            “I know. It’s my call.” Silay sighed. “Know what? I’m sick of running and hiding. We take the risk. Between you, Edo, and his mom, we can probably overpower any magicians, and every except me is fairly good at fighting.”
            “I don’t know about that.” Talis shrugged. “You can hold your own.”
            Silay blinked, surprised at that unexpected compliment. Where had that come from? “Thanks, I guess.” She looked at her two companions. “So, we go?” The both nodded their agreement, and Silay shrugged off her cloak. If she was going to do this, she was going to it right. And she wasn’t going to afraid. Or, at least, she wasn’t going to show any fear. “Riya, drop the spells. We’re going as ourselves. We need help, and this is our best chance to get it.”
            Riya nodded again, and Silay smelled her magic at work. Then she stepped out of the alley and into the street, Riya and Talis a just behind her.
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Silay marched through the door of the town hall. When the man at the desk in the entrance way stood to greet them, but Silay interrupted him.
            “I’m looking for my friend. Edo, Jarlen, and Amata. Are they here?”
            The man took a step back. “They’re upstairs.” He gestured to a staircase off to the left.
Silay nodded and headed for the stairs. Behind her, she heard Riya give the doorman a rushed thanks before her footsteps caught up with her.
“What has gotten into you?” She hissed.
“I’m tired of being pushed around.”
“That’s fine. But it doesn't give you the right to be pushy yourself.” She put a hand on her arm. “Silay, listen to me!”
Silay turned, her left foot on the top step. Riya was step below her, and Talis was behind Riya, leaving Silay as the tallest in the group. Riya looked up to meet her eyes. “I know this has been hard for you. And what has been asked of you isn’t fair. But life isn’t fair. So you have to deal with it. Be better than your circumstances.”
Silay stared at her for a moment, then dropped her eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just so tired.”
Riya smiled. “You don’t have to apologize for that. We’re all tired. Now, lets go find Jarlen and the others.”
Silay nodded and led the way through the door at the top of the stairwell. There, in a large dome-ceilinged room, sat Edo, Jarlen, and Amata, along with a mixed group of other men and women.

“Silay!” Edo stood to greet them. He smiled as the group entered the room, but his cheerful expression quickly changed to one of concern. “Wait until you hear what has happened.”
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Chapter 11 Epilogue

Behind their walls, the Council of Sojan was meeting. “Where could they have gone!?” Dysen’s demand was met with silence. For the first time, the Consul looked around at gathered assembly. “Where is Edo? Why is he not here?”

The others looked around the room. When the prisoners had been discovered missing, messengers had been sent to all their homes. Most of them had arrived still in their bedclothes. In the confusion, no one had taken notice of whether or not anyone was missing.

“Agel!”
A messenger boy ran into the room. “Yes, sir?”

“Did you forget to deliver my summons to Edo?”

“No sir. I went to his house, but no one was there.”

“Thank you, boy. You are dismissed.”

The messenger exited, and Dysen faced the Council. “It seems,” he spoke slowly, “we were right to exclude Edo from our plans. He has betrayed us all.”

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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 5

The road was busier than Silay had expected, mostly with merchants trying to make up for lost trade.

Riya’s illusion changed appearances, but not voices, so Silay was grateful when they finally left the road for quick lunch. It was nice to be able to talk again, and even better to lower the scarf from across her face. While they ate, Riya used the bondstone to contact Edo and set up the meeting point for that night. Lunch was eaten quickly, and Silay reluctantly pulled the scarf back on as they got up to continue walking.

Silay was surprised to find that her muscles weren’t all that tired. The weeks of walking, riding, and training had left her stronger than she had ever been, and she found herself reveling in her newfound strength. They hadn’t stopped the plague yet, and were perhaps in the most dangerous situation they could be in, but for the first time, Silay felt like she could actually do something.

She looked at the figures of her travelling companions, knowing that to anyone passing by they looked like small children, and smiled under the stifling scarf. Not only could she do something, but she would have help doing it. Unexpectedly, she found that she wanted to take charge of this unquest, just like Jarlen and Riya had wanted her to do.

Even as she had that thought, she corrected it. This wasn’t an unquest. It was a quest, true and proper. And she was, or at least could be, its hero. Perhaps she had seen it wrong all along. Perhaps not having a destiny wasn’t a curse. Perhaps it meant being free to change things, to make a difference. Being free to make her own fate.

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These thoughts were still running through Silay’s mind when Riya signaled it was time to leave the road. Silay led the way into the woods, the two false children trailing behind.

Once they were out of sight of the road, Riya took out the bondstone and allowed it to guide them to the rest of the group.

Edo had already begun to set up a ward, and once Silay, Talis, and Riya approached, he closed off the circle. Riya stretched out her hand, causing the space above the circle to shimmer. “Well done.” Edo nodded in acknowledgement to the compliment.

There was another shimmer in the air as Riya and the other magicians dropped their illusions, and Silay happily yanked off the cloak and scarf, tossing them to the ground.

“Ugh. It is much too hot to be dressing like that.”

“But think how comfortable you would be if it was Winter.” Riya smiled with pretend sweetness, and Silay glared at her.

“Unhelpful.”

“Well, if you want to be helpful, I could use a hand.” Amata was un-harnessing the donkey. Riya went over to help, and Silay watched as she patted him on the snout. She wondered how long Riya must have travelled with just the donkey as company.

Maintaining spells for as long as they had had clearly left the three magicians tired, so Silay and Jarlen set about the business of starting a fire and making a supper. Everyone seemed as lost in their own thoughts as Silay, and supper was eaten with very few words. Finally, after setting up a watch order and polite “good nights” all around, the group went to sleep.

Silay had trouble falling asleep.  She remembered her thoughts on the road, about taking charge of the quest. What had seemed possible during daylight now seemed frightening in the dark. Her thoughts drifted to those traveling with her. Jarlen, whose lines around his eyes and mouth seemed to have deepened during their journey. Riya, who always seemed so strong, but clearly had problems of her own, and who, of all of them, had been most affected by the ambush. Talis, well, Talis, for all he had done wrong, struggled with his destiny as much as she did with her lack of one. And finally, there was Edo, and now his mother, whose face looked younger than the gray in her hair suggested. Both of whom had just betrayed their city. It was one thing to be responsible for her own fate. Could really take responsibility for the fate of others?

Then again, it wasn’t like she had asked any of them to help her. They had made their choices on their own. And, of course, this plague, or war, or whatever was happening, would affect all of them too. So why wouldn’t they want to help fight? Perhaps that was what Jarlen had meant by his analogy of ripples in a pond that he had told her so long ago. No ripple was independent of the others. They were all part of the same pond. Each started off in its own way, but when they collided, they changed the course of those around them. And perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing. Silay rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head. She had third watch. If she was going to get some sleep tonight, it needed to be now.

End of Chapter 11, Ripples in a Pond
Check back Wednesday for the chapter epilogue
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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 4

Edo grinned. “Meet my mother.”

The woman offered her hand to Silay. “My name is Amata. I am glad to be able to help you all.”

“Silay.” She said her name automatically as she took the hand, though she suspected Amata already knew it. Edo’s mother nodded graciously, then went around the group and shook hands with everyone else.

Silay watched contemplatively, trying to decide if an extra person meant more help, or more work. She decided on the former. “I think we should split up. The guards are going to be looking for all of us together. If we break up, the magicians can put an illusion on each group.”

Jarlen nodded. “I agree, with an additional suggestion. We take the main road.”

“Are you mad?” Talis blurted out. “That’s the first place they’ll look for us.”

“No, actually, it’s not.” Amata looked at Jarlen with respect. “They’ll expect us to hide, not take the main road.”

“And most of the travel barriers were lifted yesterday, since the plague seems to have stayed contained around Dilest. So there will be other people travelling,” Edo added.

Riya raised an eyebrow. “And you were going to tell us this when?”

Edo shrugged. “It hadn’t come up yet.”

“So!” Silay interrupted. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I think we should break into groups of two. Each of us paired with a magician.”

“No.” The dissenter was Talis.

Silay glared at him “And why not?”

“Because you are the only person here I trust. So whatever group you’re in, so am I.”

“You don’t get a say in this, boy.” Jarlen’s voice was gruff. “We should have left you in the cell in Sojan.”

“Actually, groups of three might be best,” Amata commented gently. “The wagon has all our supplies for the trip, and it will take one of us magicians just to spell an illusion to hide the donkey. Or at least,” she amended, “ to hide his...yellowness.”

“I’m going with Silay. And don’t try to argue.” Riya addressed the second statement to Silay, who had been about to do just that. “Every time I haven’t been with you, you’ve ended up in trouble. That is not happening again.”

“All right, then.” Jarlen looked around. “Silay, Talis, and Riya in one group, and myself, Amata, Edo, and the other. Good?”

“Good.” Heads nodded as the group agreed.

Edo looked up. “Sun’s rising soon. We need to get going.” He placed an object in Riya’s hand. “Here’s Silay’s Farst

one. And this,” he placed another small sphere next to the Farstone, “is a bondstone. I have the other one in the set. We’ll be able to communicate through them to arrange where to meet at night.” He gave a sidelong glance at Talis before looking back at Riya. “Keep them secured.”

Riya nodded and pocketed the Stones.

The air shimmered and Silay smelled magic at work. Around her, people changed. The donkey’s bright yellow fur faded until it looked mostly brown. Where Edo had been standing there was now a young boy, and Jarlen was replaced with an old man.

Riya held out a cloak to Silay. “I’ll spell it to make you look older and taller, but you are going to have to keep your face covered.

“Ah!” Amata, now also looking older than before, reached into a pack and pulled out a dull brown scarf. “Will this work?”

Riya nodded, and Silay wrapped the scarf around her face and pulled the hood of the cloak over her head. The air shimmered again as Riya casted her spell. She and Talis seemed to shrink, until they both looked like children, about 10 years old. Now both groups looked like families, rather than the odd mix of ages they actually were.

Jarlen’s group set off first, and when they were out of sight, Riya led Silay and Talis along a slightly different route to the main road.
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Sorry for missing last week's post...I left my notebook it was written in at work.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 3

The escape was considerably less complicated than Silay thought an escape ought to be. Not that she was complaining. Protected by Riya’s illusion, they followed Edo back through the main cells, where he freed a much subdued Talis.

The guards were still asleep, and were easy to get by. Edo led them to the small gate used for nighttime trade. If the two guards at the gate noticed their passing, they gave no sign of it.

Edo led the way out of the city and into the woods that bordered the main road. When  he stopped, the others did too, becoming visible as Riya removed her spell.

Silay shrugged off the cloak she had been wearing and returned it to Edo. He inspected it as if expecting it to turn into something unpleasant. He glanced at Riya.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make the cloak be able to hide the wearer.”

Riya shrugged. “It’s just an invisibility illusion.”

“No, it’s not. If it were, the cloak would have been invisible, but the spell wouldn’t have affected Silay. You just wouldn’t have been able to tell she was wearing it. To do what you did,” he frowned, “you would have had to change the very nature of the cloak.”

“I turned my donkey yellow.”

“You did, didn’t you?” Edo’s brows furrowed in thought. “ I think you’re more than just an illusionist.”

Before Riya could reply, Silay cleared her throat.

“Ahem. As much as I enjoy learning about magic, shouldn’t we be escaping?” She looked around at the group.

“Agreed.” Jarlen leaned back, stretching, and grimaced. “I am much too old to be having adventures. Edo, how long will your sleeping spell last?”

“Until daybreak.”

Riya raised her eyebrows. “Impressive.”

“Well, I’m not head magician in Sojan for nothing. Or, at least,” he amended, “I wasn’t head magician. I don’t think I’m likely to be welcomed back.”

“All right then.” Silay broke in. There wasn’t time for self-pity at the moment. “That means we have to get to safety, or at least under cover, before then. You mentioned help from Dagrosa?”

“Yes.” Edo nodded. “They’ll be meeting us in Griffin.”

“Griffin?” Jarlen sounded startled. “That’s the last place I would have expected you to go for help.”

“I know. But if the Council couldn’t be trusted about this, then maybe they lied about the mercenaries too.” He sighed. “I don’t know. I just know that if Sojan is the enemy, then Griffin is out best bet for safety.”

A thought occurred to Silay. “What about your mother? If there is trouble in Sojan, you can’t just leave her there!”

“You were right, Edo. She is sweet.” A gentle voice from off to the left caused the group to jump. “I’m a bit surprised you didn’t mention she was also pretty.”

A woman stepped out of the darkness. Her left hand was outstretched, palm up, with a faint blue light glowing above it. Her other hand held a lead, and attached to the lead was Riya’s donkey and cart.

She smiled at the group, who all except Edo looked surprised. “With three magicians, I think we should have no problem avoiding Sojan scouts.
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Sunday, August 10, 2014

A Short Break

Hello, all! The school year is starting, which means back to work for me! The first few weeks of school are always a little crazy and can be overwhelming, so to avoid putting extra pressure on myself, I'm going to be taking this week and the next two off from the blog. Thank you all for your continuing support of Silay and her story, and I will see you in a few weeks!


Sunday, August 3, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 2

Edo left with the guard shortly after his startling proclamation, leaving Silay once again alone with her thoughts. The world was turning out to be a much more complicated place than she had once thought. Everyone in Dagrosa knew their place. They knew what they were meant to do, and how to do it. The Healers healed. The seers helped plan when it was time for planting and harvesting. And trade went on between the cities and towns of Ohicink overseen by each of the trade guilds. That was how it worked. Or, at least, that was how Silay had thought it had worked. Ever since they had learned that the plague was being caused by someone, her world had shifted.

There were schemes and plots and politics going on that she had never thought possible. If Edo was right, these things had been going on for years. She wondered if other people in Dagrosa had known what was going on around them, or if they were all as ignorant as herself? Even with this confusion of thoughts running through her mind, Silay found the flickering torchlight on the ceiling slightly hypnotic. Despite her best efforts, she drifted off into sleep.
***

Silay awoke, not to the sound of a key, but of her cell door opening. She sat up and looked at the shadowy figure in the doorway and it waved her forward. Edo. Swinging her legs off the bench, Silay walked to the door. Edo held his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet, and Silay glared at him. She didn’t need him to tell her not to talk during an escape.

Once they had left cell, Edo closed the door behind them, and placed his hand against it. Silay heard a click as the door locked itself. Edo turned and set off down the hall, and Silay followed behind. They passed several cells before Edo stopped and placed his palm against another door. There was a small click, and the door swung open. The figure on the far bench jumped, startled. “Wha—”.

“Shhh.” Silay stepped around Edo so Jarlen could see her.

He frowned. “What’s going on?” he whispered.

“Escaping.” Silay kept her voice low.

Jarlen raised his eyebrows at this, but said nothing. Instead, he shrugged, and followed Silay and Edo out of the cell.

Edo took the lead once more, walking towards a door at the end of the hall. He opened it, revealing nothing but darkness. As Silay watched, he held out his hand, and small, blue circle of light illuminated a staircase. Edo gestured for Silay and Jarlen to step into the stairwell, and closed the door behind him. “Wait here.” His voice was so quite, Silay could barely hear it. “I’m going to get Riya, then get you out of here.”

“What about Talis?”

Edo frowned at Silay. “What about him?”

“We can’t just leave him.”

“Really?” Edo looked at Jarlen, who shrugged. The young man scowled. “Fine. We’ll get him on the way out. Now, stay here.”

He didn’t need to have stressed his command to stay put. Once he left, Silay and Jarlen were left in complete darkness. Neither one of them dared move. It seemed like they waited for ages before they again saw the dim blue glow of Edo’s magic. As he climbed the stairs, Silay could see Riya following him. She gave her friend a hug when she reached them. Riya gave a small grin in return.

“All right, listen.” Edo turned to face the group. “For this next part, you cannot make a sound. Go exactly where I go, and keep close.”

Silay opened her mouth to speak, but Edo cut her off. “Yes, we’ll get Talis first.” He sighed. “After we get him, we’re going to have go into the main Council building. There’s no way in or out besides the main doors.” He looked at Riya. “I’m going to need your help if there are any guards. I have a sleeping spell on the ones down here, but I won’t be able to maintain it and put any others to sleep.”

Riya nodded. “I may have a simpler solution.” She made a few movements in the air.

“This is perfect.” Edo looked around. “But what about Silay?”

“What do you mean? Did something happen?” Silay could smell the acidic scent of magic, but nothing had changed.

“Interesting.” Jarlen was staring at her. “It seems illusions don’t work on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means if anyone else was looking at us, they wouldn’t see anything.” Riya held her hand. “Edo, give me your cloak. I’m going to spell it so it hides Silay.”

Edo reluctantly handed his cloak over. “I’m not sure you can make a spell do that.”

“Of course I can.” Riya drew a few symbols on the cloak, then handed it to Silay, who put it on.

She instantly felt ridiculous, standing in the middle of a circle of people, all staring at her wearing an oversized cloak. “Is it working?”

Riya nodded. “You’ll just need to keep it closed and pull the hood down so it covers all of you.”


Silay complied, and Edo made a small laughing sound. “Well, this just got a lot easier. Follow me.”
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The whole time I was writing this, I felt a pressing need to keep quiet myself. It was a very odd feeling.
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Monday, July 28, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 1

I just realized I forgot to post a Chapter 10 epilogue. I'm so sorry! I'll get the epilogue posted later this week.
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Silay lay on the bench that also passed for a bed in the small cell, watching the torchlight from the hall outside flicker against the ceiling. There was a pad on the bed, but it was so thin it might as well not be there. The cell itself was dark, the only light coming through the grate in the window. A bucket under the bench/bed served as a privy. Silay sighed. At least it was day without walking or, even worse, horseback riding.

The shadows on the ceiling shifted as a shape blocked out the light. Silay sat up just as she heard a key enter the lock. A guard opened the door, glanced quickly around the room, then stepped back, revealing another person in the hall. Edo.

“Thank you,” he said, stepping around the guard and entering the cell. As he did so, he pressed a small coin purse into's the guard's hand.

The guard grunted. “One hour.” He shut the door and walked away.

Silay remained sitting, glaring at Edo as he set down the small stool he had been carrying and sat down. He met her gaze. “Hello, again. Sorry about all this.”

“Sorry?” Silay raised her eyebrows.

“I did try, you know.” Edo set his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. In the flickering light, Silay could just make out his expression. He looked upset. “Dysen was just going to arrest you all this morning. I convinced him to at least hear you out.” He sighed. “I guess he didn’t want to listen.”

“I guess not.” The silence in the cell seemed to drag out. Finally, Silay couldn’t stand it any longer. “Edo, what is going on here? Why were we arrested? And why were we separated? I could understand them arresting Riya, maybe, but you all rescued us in Turvew. You brought us here, invited us in. So what happened?”

Edo shifted, tipping the stool back so he was leaning against the wall. “I’m not entirely certain, to be honest. I’m on the Council as the city’s head magician, but I’m the youngest member, so they don’t tell me a lot.”

“What do you know?”

“We rescued you because it was the joint decision of the Seers’ Conclave that you three were important. But Dysen was against it. He felt you all were just causing trouble, and no one wanted Riya back inside the city.”

“So why not just arrest us on sight? You did that to Talis.”

“Because officially, none of you have committed a crime against Sojan. Well, except Riya.”

“Which doesn’t really answer my questions.”

Edo leaned forward, and the front legs hit the ground with a dull thud. “The problem is Sojan, and its Council. We’re a big city. Possibly the biggest in Ohicink. And a lot of people here feel that it would be better for Ohicink if we were in charge.”

Silay frowned. “But that’s not how it works. Each city has its own government. And then the different guilds make decisions about trade and stuff.”

“That’s how it is here. But not in other countries.” Edo shrugged. “There’s a lot of greed in the world, Silay, and it seems to me that it’s often the people with the most power who want to gain more of it. Sojan has a lot of power.”

“But we aren’t a threat to it!”

“Keep your voice down.” Edo glanced at the grate. He dragged the stool closer to Silay. “Listen, that’s why I came. I think you are a threat to Sojan, or at least in Dysen’s eyes.” His voice dropped lower. “A plague in Ohicink would leave it weak. So would a war. The other cities would need protection.”

“And they would look to Sojan for it.” Silay’s voice was grim as she picked up on Edo’s train of thought.

“Exactly. It could be just the opportunity Dysen has been waiting for. That’s why I came. I contacted your Seer. She didn’t know the rescue had been successful. The Council had told her we couldn’t find you. There are no delegates coming.”

“But surely she can See what happened. I mean, I know she can’t see me but…” Edo was shaking his head as Silay talked, and her voice trailed off.

“You all are shielded. I would have noticed it sooner, but I was exhausted from breaking the spell on Riya’s collar. Someone, probably one of the guards who came with me, spelled Riya and Jarlen. They’re invisible to magic now.”

“So no one knows we’re here?”

“They do now.”

“So they’re coming to rescue us?”


“No.” Edo shook his head. “I’m rescuing you. Then we’ll go to them.”

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Chapter 10 Epilogue

The king looked up as the scribe entered his room, a glowing blue stone in his hand. “Is it Wrigcyn?”

The scribe covered the Farstone with his hand so the person on the other end wouldn’t hear his response. “No. It’s our other…contact.” He said the word ‘contact’ with disgust, and the king scowled.

“What does he want?”

“He wants to speak with you.”

“Fine.” The king gestured for the scribe to place the Stone one his desk. “Well?” He demanded.

A voice spoke from the Stone. “Your magician has failed, your majesty, but I have not. Your plans can continue.”

The king sat up straighter at this. The last he had heard, Wrigcyn had lost the group he was tracking. “Are you certain?”

“I am.” The voice paused. “And our agreement?”

“You will get what you were promised. Await further instruction.”

“I will.” The glow faded and the connection was broken.

The king sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He met the eyes of the scribe. “Bring me the seers. There are decisions to be made.”


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chapter 10, Pt. 7

Jarlen led the way into the Council Chamber. It was smaller than the main room, and set up to function as a courthouse, with a raised platform in the front for the Council with two smaller tables on the ground in front for the plaintiff and defendant. The rest of the room held chairs, most of which had been pushed against the walls. The Council members were sitting in the remaining chairs in a semi-circle facing three empty ones. Silay was glad the Council members weren’t on the platform. It would have made the whole thing seem too official, as if they were on trial.

The man in the center of the semi-circle rose and walked towards the group, arm outstretched in greeting. “Jarlen! It is good to see you again!”

Jarlen clasped the man’s hand. “It’s good to see you too, Consul Dysen.”

The Consul turned. “And you must be Silay.” He offered her his hand and she shook it. He looked to Silay’s left and gave a curt nod. “Riya.”

“Consul.” She nodded back, and Silay could feel the tension in the room.

“Well, then.” Dysen gestured to the empty chairs. “Please, be seated. As you can see, this is quite informal.” He returned to his own chair while Silay and the others seated themselves.

Silay’s eyes scanned the gathered collection of men and women, her gaze widening in surprise when she saw Edo. He caught her eyes, and gave her a small smile before returning to the stern face he'd had when Silay first noticed him. The expression worried her. This whole thing felt off, even with the Consul’s reassurance about it’s informality. She leaned towards Jarlen. “Ask about Talis,” she whispered.

Dysen saw the movement. “Would you like to address the Council?”

“Umm…” Silay hesitated, uncertain if she should stand up.

“Well?” Dysen raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Silay decided to remain sitting. “I was wondering about Talis. You see, he is from the same town as me and…and I was just wondering what would happen to him.”

“It has not been decided yet. What he did was serious. If Ohicink had a king, he would be charged with treason. As it is…” Dysen shrugged. “As you pointed out, he is from Dagrosa. A group of representatives from there are on their way as we speak, as are representatives from several of the other major towns and cities.”

Jarlen frowned. “Then why are we not waiting for them to arrive?”

“Because you are here now, and we must decide what to do with you in the meantime.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Silay started to stand, but Jarlen gently tugged on her shirt, signaling for her to sit. Across the way, she saw Edo’s brows furrow. Catching her gaze, he shook his head and mouthed “no”. Dysen sat calmly through it all.

“I mean exactly what I said. We rescued you from Turvew. We’ve given you food and shelter, and will continue to do so until the delegation arrives. But the three of you have behaved recklessly and endangered all of Ohicink with your actions. The nature of the kind of shelter we will give is what we are here to discuss.”

Riya jerked her head up. “You mean prison.” She stood. “Look, if this about me, fine. Put me in jail. But Silay and Jarlen haven’t done anything.”

“Riya, sit down.” Jarlen’s voice was frighteningly calm. Riya glanced at him and sat. Jarlen stood. “You have no right to put us on trial, Dysen.”

“That would be Consul Dysen. And you are right. This is not a trial. This is the Council deciding what is best for the safety of the city. Some members,” he looked over his shoulder at Edo, “thought you ought to have the chance to tell us your story before we decided. You should be grateful we are giving you this chance.”

“Grateful!” Jarlen’s shout made Silay flinch. “You invite us here, greet as a friends, and now say you want to imprison us and you expect us to be grateful?” He took a step towards the Council. “You do not speak for Ohicink, as much as you like to think you do, Consul Dysen. We have committed no crimes here. If you do not wish to shelter us, we will go elsewhere.”

“I’m afraid you are incorrect, Jarlen.” Dysen stood up too. “Riya broke our law by coming here the first time, and Silay by accompanying her. We released the two of them into your custody on the advice of the seers and healers, in the belief that you could help stop the plague. Instead, if the seers are to be believed, you have brought war upon us.” He stepped forward. “How are we not justified to place you under arrest?”

“You gave your word you would hear them out.” Edo’s voice caused the Consul to turn and face him.

“I agreed to meet with them. I have done so.”

“They can help.” Edo bit his lip. “The girl, Silay, she has…an ability. Coupled with Jarlen’s knowledge, they might be able to stop the plague.”

Dysen raised his eyebrows. “You, of all people, would defend them, Edo? Knowing the company they keep?”

“They can help.” Edo stood firm.


“That may be.” Dysen pointed at Jarlen. “But as he pointed out, I don’t have the power to speak for Ohicink. Only for Sojan. And here, they are criminals. And they will be treated as such.”

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End of Chapter 10: Whispers of War
Chapter Epilogue on Wednesday
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Well, that went bad quickly. I wonder what's up with Dysen? (Just kidding. I know what's up . You'll have to wait to find out). Also, trial and trail are way to close to each other in spelling. I hope I got all of them right here.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Chapter 10, Pt. 6

They hurried through the street, heads bent down against the rain. “You know,” Silay commented to Riya, “I think I might have preferred a cloak over breakfast if I’d known we would have to go out in this.”

Riya flashed her a quick smile in response, but didn’t answer. They were both walking as fast as they could to keep up with Jarlen’s pace. Silay couldn’t take it any longer, and jogged a few steps to catch up with the older man.

“Hey!”

He glanced sideways at her. “What?”

“We don’t all have long legs.”

Jarlen blinked, then noticed Silay was jogging to keep up with him. “Ah. Sorry.” He slowed down, and so did Silay. She sighed in relief.

“Thank you. That’s better.”

Though they were going slower than before, they still walked quickly, eager to get out of the rain. Finally, they reached the doors to the City Hall. Silay scowled as they drew near. Below the building was the jail she and Riya had been held in. The door was open, and the two women followed Jarlen inside, where they all paused for a moment in the entrance way and attempted to shake the water off their clothes. A man sitting at a table near the center of the room noticed and walked over towards them.

“Can I help you?”

Silay held out the now damp letter. “The Council wanted to see us.”

The man frowned and took the letter, glancing at the contents and the seal. “Very well.” He looked over the group. “Why are you all wet?”

“We didn’t have any cloaks.” Jarlen’s reply was almost a growl.

Startled, Silay looked at him. She hadn’t really thought about it before, but their journey, and everything else, had probably been harder on Jarlen than on the rest of them.

The doorman frown. “Wait here. I will see if I can find anything for you.” He turned and walked through a small door at the back of the room.

Riya glanced around, and stomped her feet, sending water droplets running off her clothes. “I don’t have time for this.”

Suddenly, a blast of heat hit Silay in the face, making her stumble back. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. As suddenly as it had begun, the heat stopped. Silay opened her eyes, and gasped. She, Riya, and Jarlen were dry, but a huge puddle of water was sitting by the door. Riya smiled. “Much better.”

“How did you do that?”

Riya grinned. “Magic, obviously. Nice to be able to do that again.”

“Thank you, Riya.” There was no sarcasm in his voice. Jarlen looked truly grateful.


The doorman chose that moment to walk back into the room, followed by a woman carrying a stack of towels. He took in the group standing in front of him and froze. “But— how?” He shook his head, then noticed the puddle on the floor. The next look he gave the group was full of suspicion, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he gestured to the woman, making it clear she should clean up the water. Then he turned to the others. “Follow me. The Council will see you now.”
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It is a well known fact that all doormen disapprove of the presence of people in their doorway, but are especially adverse to wet people who have clearly been sleeping in their clothes for several days.

Also, enough of the build up! When do we get to find out about what the Council wants?