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Authors: Jennifer Hanlon

A Shadow's Tale

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First published by Our Street Books, 2014
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Text copyright: Jennifer Hanlon 2013

ISBN: 978 1 78279 136 2

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Acknowledgements

To the people of MC: CopynPaste, Gabriel, Manticora, Gryffindorgal4ever and Gryffindor_Gal_Filly, Pickles. A lot of Shadow's life was played out on various role play forums with you guys. I'm sure you'll recognise several pieces! Putting this together wouldn't have been possible without you.

To my friends: Alba, Astrid, Joanna, Hannah, Lucy and Bart, for putting up with proofreading, having to tell me when things don't make sense and just generally accepting that I'm more than a little insane. You're all amazing.

To my family, for being supportive of many kinds of madness, and my especially my mother for correcting a lot of my grammar and reality issues.

And finally, to the staff of John Hunt Publishing for their patience and for taking a chance with a new author.

Watch out for more tales from the clan coming soon!

Prologue

Stones scattered under my feet as I scrambled up the mountain. They were getting closer now, closer than ever. The hooves of their mounts clattered on the rocky surface as they leapt after me. My skirt tangled around my legs, slowing me down. I tore the material with my claws, tossing it to the side, running in the leggings I wore underneath. My breath came in ragged pants. No matter how much magic I used to aid my race, no matter how fast I ran, the City Guards were gaining on me. I turned sharply, hoping to throw them off. No such luck.

I broke out of the forest onto the summit of the mountain itself, skidding to a halt on the edge of the cliff, looking down, my chest heaving. The edge of the dimension. The only thing down there was the void. An expanse of nothing that claimed the souls of the dead, isolating them for eternity. Arellan was down there somewhere. I could only hope that Karthragan was there as well. Glancing back over my shoulder, I could see the City Guard getting closer, their mounts slowing a little to negotiate the tricky terrain, stopping just on the edge of the trees.

‘Halt there, Shadow! You are under arrest!' called out one of the guards.

‘Not in your life,' I muttered, taking another step towards the edge of the cliff. They wouldn't come this far out to get me, no matter how much High Priestess Arias wanted me caught. The fragile ground beneath my feet began to crumble a little. I narrowed my eyes at the guards. If I decided to jump, would they try to catch me? If I let them catch me, what would my future hold? Either way, I lost. Either I died, or I died. Well, screw that! Closing my eyes, I took another step back, a step into nothingness, and started falling.

* * *

I wasn't always called Shadow. I was born as Alexai Roth,
Angel's Blood
, in the language of my home. And my home was Synairn, another dimension to this one. I remember everything.

PART 1
SYNAIRN

My mother held me close as she stood next to the picture windows of her room, looking out over the city, only a few hours after my birth, looking out over the city-dimension of Synairn. In my memories, I thought her beautiful, a delicate face, her kind, blue eyes full of love. Her name was Arellan. Later on, I would learn that she was also known as the Messenger Angel.

‘My Alexai,' she murmured to me. I cuddled closer to her, chewing on the end of her plait. She smiled gently at me, pulling her hair from my grasp. She stepped closer to the window, close enough for me to see the child reflected back at me. A shock of black hair, mixed with a single streak of white, contrasted with a pale face as bright blue eyes stared back at me. I reached out a hand to touch this strange child. My fingers touched cool glass. Slightly disappointed, I looked at the city for the first time. Towers made of pale stone, seamless and elegant, seemed to go on forever before giving away to plains of silvery grass, then mountains that ringed the edge of the city-dimension. The Deas Mountains. Beyond these mountains, there was nothing. The dimension ended there.

‘Look!' Arellan breathed, pointing to a black speck against the pale violet sky. It grew larger and larger before sweeping past the window, all wings, legs and equine majesty.

‘It is called a pegasus,' Arellan told me, ‘the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen.'

‘Arellan!'

The door crashed open. A man strode in with thunder on his face and determination in his heart. White robes swirled around him. A thin blade glinted in his hand. He kept the weapon pointed towards the floor, present but unthreatening. He held out his
other hand to Arellan, his face set in an unforgiving expression.

‘Give me the child, Arellan!' he ordered. My mother didn't back down. Holding me close to her chest, she raised her own hand, summoning her magic. The white light flashed in her narrowed eyes, ready to fight. She looked like an avenging angel, prepared to defend her beliefs.

‘No,' she said firmly. Everything in her tone dared the man to challenge her. He looked set to argue, the sword trembling in his hand, but sighed, relenting. He sheathed the sword in the scabbard at his hip with a heavy sigh. He rubbed his temples, as if he had a headache. I watched him, curiosity filling my mind. It was an odd sensation. I tilted my head to one side, my eyes following his agitated movements.

‘I can't fight you, Arellan. You know that. But please, for your own sake, give up the child before it becomes too powerful!'

‘We can control her, Armen! The Scriptures prove that! Half bloods are capable of being in control!

‘Arellan, please! No matter how much training you give her, she will always be evil in her soul and there is nothing we can do about that. The Senate is already up in arms about her being allowed to live this long.' He sighed heavily, his shoulders falling. The look on Arellan's face meant that she wasn't going to back down from her decision. ‘You will be called to stand before the Senate. Be aware of that. Be prepared.' He saluted formally to my mother, the three middle fingers of his right hand pressed between his eyebrows before he turned and left the room, his white robes billowing out behind him. Arellan looked down at me. Her heart felt love, but her mind was filled with worry. A little confused, I slipped into a peaceful slumber, unaware of what the rest of my life would bring.

Two weeks later, we stood in front of the Senate. I knew that Synari children grew quickly before slowing down around the age of twelve where they would be almost adult in physical form.
It had been a survival trait born long ago when the Synari died quickly and easily and the trait had never been discarded. Only those who grew up fast had been able to evade the predators until they learned how to fight and how to stay alive. I was growing too fast, even by their standards. I knew that. I was able to walk after only a few days. I could read the simple version of the Synari runite language not long after that. At only two weeks old, I looked closer to two years. It worried Arellan. I could sense it. I didn't know how or why, I simply knew.

The Synari, as a magical race, needs stability. Every Synari, even from the youngest age, can feel the emotions of others and have an advanced level of telepathy. The most powerful among the Synari wield a form of pure, physical magic that can be manipulated so as to be used as telekinesis, transport or even as a weapon. For this reason, the Synari has the Senate: one hundred Synari and one hundred of the winged humanoid race known as the Careen that cohabit the dimension with them. The Senate is headed by the High Priestess – High Priestess Arias. They enforce the notion of pacifism in the dimension and encourage the pursuit of knowledge. The closest thing they have to an army was the pegusi-mounted City Guard, who are the basic equivalent of the police. The Senate work and live in the extensive and elaborate towers connected by walkways, known as the Senate Towers. That was where I had been living for the last two weeks and where I now stood, staring up at the great doors that led into the Senate Chambers, the room where they all met, where all the biggest decisions were taken. I looked up at the great double doors in awe, looking at the intricate carvings in the wood. Arellan was fussing over me, smoothing my unruly hair and straightening my cloak. A foot guard stood in front of the door, waiting for a signal that only he would understand. He turned, opening the doors, gesturing to us to go through. As I passed him, I heard him murmur a few words.

‘May Arias have mercy on you, little one. No one else will.'

The doors closed with a final thud. Trapped.

Sitting in the stands around us, two hundred and two sets of eyes stared at me. I shrank closer to Arellan, trying to hide from their unkind, unsympathetic gazes, wrapping myself in Arellan's white cloak. She tried to conceal her smile as she bent down, untangling me from my hiding place. Only then did she formally salute an old woman in silver robes who stood out against the sea of white.

‘High Priestess,' she said respectfully. My mother's voice echoed eerily in the silent, circular chamber.

‘Senator Arellan,' replied the High Priestess. I glanced up at my mother.
Senator
Arellan? My mother was a member of the Senate, one of the hundred most powerful Synari in the dimension? I desperately wanted to ask her about it, but then remembered that Arellan had warned me not to say a word unless asked a question in the Senate Chambers. But the question itched at the back of my mind. My mother was a Senator? I swallowed hard, doing my best to ignore it.

‘Senator Arellan, it is not normal for us to be confronted with one of our own number, but nor could we consider this to even be an approximation of a normal case. We are here to discuss the fate of the creature you brought into this world. A dangerous half blood. What would you have us do, Arellan Roth?'

‘I would have you let her live,' Arellan replied clearly. A collective gasp ran through the assembled Senators. I gripped her hand tighter, unnerved by the hostility in the room. It seemed as if every senator glared at me, cruelty in their gazes as they judged me. I stepped closer to Arellan, pressing myself against her side. The feelings I was sensing from the gathered Senators could only be defined as hostile, something I was not yet accustomed to. It was unnerving.

‘Can you explain this, Arellan?' asked one Senator.

Arellan turned her impassive face to the Senator who had spoken. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel her struggle to maintain her composure, to refrain from losing her temper and insulting the Senate for being so blind. When she spoke, she spoke clearly, in a level voice that seemed at odds with what her heart was feeling.

‘It is common knowledge that the half bloods died out a long time ago, a notion enforced by themselves in order to spare themselves and their children the cursed burden their blood brings. However, this and the Half Demon Scriptures prove to us that they were in control. They were lucid. Why should Alexai be any different? We need only use the Scriptures to educate her properly.'

‘Is it not true that some half bloods did lose control?' asked another Senator.

‘The half bloods policed their own,' Arellan corrected. ‘Those who lost control were rehabilitated or, failing which, executed.' As the last word left her throat, her voice threatened to break. Her fear of such an event happening was all too apparent for a moment before she managed to stamp down on her feelings. I was confused by her emotions, but I did recognise the fear. I reached up a hand to take hers, gazing up at her. She smiled slightly in reassurance, squeezing my hand before she turned her gaze back to the High Priestess. Arias sat back, her cold silver eyes raking over my mother and I as she judged us and Arellan's words.

‘If the decision of the Senate was to let her live, what would you do to facilitate her life and keep our city safe?'

‘I would ask for access to the Half Demon Scriptures so as to educate myself before being capable of educating Alexai.'

‘And if the decision of the Senate was to destroy her?'

‘I would fight you every step of the way.' Arellan's hand gripped mine tightly as she realised that her act of defiance could have disastrous consequences. Fear began to grip her heart again
as Arias simply watched us, contemplating Arellan's words. I could almost hear my mother's heart beating faster, waiting for Arias's decision.

‘We shall cast a vote; all in favour of the destruction of the half blood should show their colours now.'

With every spark of magic that touched the air, I felt Arellan's heart sink. I swallowed hard. At that age, everything that had been said had passed over my head. I was too young to understand that it was my life that was at stake. It wouldn't be until a year or so later that I would be mature enough to fully realise everything that had happened in that Senate chamber. For now, all I could understand that something very big was happening and that it was something to do with me. Whatever it was, given how angry everyone seemed, it wasn't good.

The vote had been cast. The secretary for the Senate was interpreting the results of the show of magic, turning it into the result that would determine whether I lived or died, even though I didn't know it at the time. I sensed Arellan's dreading anticipation as a piece of paper was handed to Arias. Her grip on my hand tightened, drawing me closer to her.

‘The vote lies at 100 to 100. In this event, it is required of us to obey the laws laid down by the Senates who have ruled this dimension before us, which state that the child had the right to live.'

I heard Arellan sigh with relief. Her soul rejoiced as a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulders.

‘However, Arellan,' Arias continued, ‘I must insist that you hand the half blood over to the care of the Senate.' Arellan opened her mouth to argue back, but the High Priestess simply raised a finger. Arellan bowed her head obediently, remaining silent. ‘I am not removing you from her life, Senator Arellan. I say this in the child's best interest. You know that the streets will never be safe for her to walk.'

The foot guard took me away as the Senate had things to discuss with Arellan that were not for me to hear. He escorted me with such a rapid stride that I had to run to keep up with him, moving swiftly through the corridors of the residential tower, with its long halls and winding staircases, where the walls were lined with doors. I played at trying to read the little plates on each door, but my grasp of the written language of the dimension wasn't strong enough to read the elaborately decorated letters. The footman pushed open a door at the end of a long corridor of blank doors. Roughly, he pushed me inside. I spun around, just catching a glimpse of a deep scowl on his face as he left, slamming the door behind him. For a moment, I stood and looked at the closed door, my head tilted to one side. Had I done something to anger him? If I had, then I didn't know what it was that I had done. Confused by his actions, I let my curiosity take over and began to explore the room. It was a room on the edge of the tower. Two of the walls were in fact a single arc and had the same picture windows as were in Arellan's room, allowing light to infuse the room with a soft glow. Bookshelves stood against another wall, a few books already at home there. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a bed, a desk and a washstand. I stood in the centre, not knowing what to think about it. I wanted to explore, but my eyelids began to droop. The events of the day were beginning to take their toll on me. With a wide yawn, I crawled under the bed, curled up and went to sleep.

I awoke to see Arellan's face peering under the bed with a slightly concerned expression. She smiled as soon as she realized that I was awake. Yawning again, I crawled back out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

‘Welcome back to the world of the living, little one,' she said, warmly. ‘I brought you some
lia.'

I took the sweet, chewable stick. It was by far one of my
favourite treats. The closest equivalent I have been able to find on Earth is a very solid stick of caramel. I scrambled up onto the bed to snuggle up to Arellan, happily gnawing on the sugary piece. I paused in my attack on the sweet as a question occurred to me. I looked up at my mother.

‘Why did everyone call me a half blood?' I asked. Arellan didn't answer me straight away, but then sighed, reaching under her robes. She pulled out a heavy looking grimoire, bound in ancient dark leather. She opened the book to a place marked by a ribbon. I looked at the picture. I wanted to scream, to run, to rip out the page and tear it up. But I sat quietly. Transfixed. Flames flickered in the background of the image, tricking the eye to believe that they were real and dancing on the coloured plate. From out of the flames rose a pillar of black stone and, leaping off the pillar, was a creature of midnight nightmares. Four red eyes, one pair set above the other, stared out of the inferno, glaring out of the face of a gigantic black wolf. Its claws, glinting in the red light, were more like talons taken from a fearsome bird of prey, silver against the red. Its teeth, bared in a snarl of hatred and rage, showed teeth more akin to a sabre-toothed tiger than a wolf. Just below the picture, a caption had been written in flowing Synari runes. I struggled to decipher the writing, which was also written in the old speech: ‘Karthragan, thee greate Principe of thee Darkness'.

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