Destiny's Blood (42 page)

At least he would leave them with what little he had, to help them. His own daughter was near and he knew that she, too, feared that parting would mean forever. He wished for the thousandth time that he could be sure he would save them and not just bring them to a quicker death in space. Then again, even that might be a blessing.

He heard a shuffle behind him and smiled.

“I congratulate you, Captain Mistolta. It seems you know of more ways to cheat death than most.”

“Yoma is awake and she’s recovering her strength quickly,” Zortan said, and Kipso nodded. He could hear the sounds of evacuation all around him; not the frenzied sounds from the bunker, but instead a heavy hush. “I’m going to take the twins to the temple.”

Gobran suddenly missed the safe, nurturing rays of the sun of Mirial, wishing it would dispel the darkness he felt clutching his soul. “Tell me, Zortan, what will you do if one of the twins must die after all, to save Mirial?”

Zortan stiffened visibly and Gobran put his hands up. “Don’t get me wrong
 
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I would gladly follow one or both girls into battle. But, the truth is, this will rest in your hands. I just need to know that Mirial will be safe.”

 “It’s my duty to see them safe, Gobran,” Zortan whispered. For the first time, Gobran felt sympathy for his old friend.

Gobran approached him and placed his hand on Zortan’s shoulder. He remembered his youth, when they
 
—
 
along with Radin
 
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had pursued similar dreams. He remembered how he had once trusted him, and let the matter rest.

“I will evacuate what I can of the city,” Gobran said. “Some of the ships barely made it here, but I think we can get a lot of people off this planet. I’ll try to make it to the shields before Mirial sheds another layer. The further we get, the greater our chances of survival.” He took his hand off Zortan’s shoulder and added, “Our people’s chances of survival.”

“If Mirial perishes, you will not be long for this life, no matter where you run.”

Gobran gave a short laugh. “Always the positive thinker, Zortan Mistolta. Perhaps we will perish either way, but maybe, just maybe, those stories were wrong, too.”

Zortan chuckled. He held out his hand and Gobran clasped it warmly. “Best of luck to you, Gobran Kipso.”

“Oh no,” Gobran chuckled. “I’m leaving all the luck with you. Our luck is entirely dependent on yours.”

Zortan gave a tight smile and nodded before turning to walk away. Gobran watched his swift movements as he vanished between ships. He would soon need to leave again, but this time, he would not be pursuing one of his old friends. He would be leaving him behind.

“Ships are full and ready for departure, Captain.” Loran came up beside him, handing him a well-prepared report of passengers and crew. Less than one thousand of the original population of Mirial remained. He felt another white hair claim space on his head.

“Thank you, Loran. Please prepare her for flight.”

Loran stayed beside him, shuffling her feet a bit, then looked at him, determined. “I’m not going with you, Captain.”

“What?”

Loran swallowed hard, but held her ground. “I spent my whole life trying to find where I belong, and where Mirial was. My parents did not leave me with much, but they did leave me with a love for Mirial. I want to fight for her.”

Gobran took a step closer to her, Loran’s eyes defiantly meeting his. “You froze on the bridge when the wraiths attacked, Loran. What makes you think you can handle an army of dark monsters?”

Loran flushed. “I can learn from my mistakes. I need to do this, Captain, with or without your blessing.”

Gobran sighed. Another white hair. He shook his head and placed both his hands on the slight woman’s shoulders. They were squared and proud, and whatever doubt he had when he had made her First Mate now vanished.

He removed his hands and formally saluted her, and she flushed with pride as she returned the gesture. She nodded and walked away, her spine straighter than before, her head held high and proud.

He felt a slight hand on his arm and covered it with his big one.

Today, it seemed, he could save no children but his own.

i

With each passing minute, the sky became a lighter purple, the red hues slowly defeated by the blues as the moon took its bow. In the distance, the creatures wailed and the blue shields flickered, attacked from all sides. Layela wondered how long they would hold.

Yoma walked beside her, still tired from her recent trials. Layela wished she knew more about the ether. She felt certain that it could revitalize as well as drain. Around them, the evacuation proceeded calmly, although no ship had yet taken off. Layela frowned. They would need to start going soon, if they had any chance of getting far enough.

“Layela, Yoma!” She turned to see Avienne sitting on a low wall, her swollen ankle resting on a pillow. The twins walked towards her.

“What happened to your foot?” Layela asked. It was grotesquely swollen, and she doubted it would support Avienne’s weight. She also doubted Avienne would leave the planet without her brother, and she doubted Ardin would leave without Layela. Part of her was pleased he was staying, although part of her wished he would go.

“Ask your sister. She’s responsible for this.”

Yoma’s eyebrows shot up. “Who’s responsible for my face? And who, might I ask, refused help even though she limped like a three-wheeled land rider?”

Layela ignored the two and took a closer look at the ankle. “May I?” she asked, reaching for the bandage.

Avienne sucked in a deep breath and mumbled, “Help yourself.”

 If the powers of Mirial were strong enough to fight off darkness and save an entire planet
 
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if ether was so necessary for life that the world outside the shields slowly withered without it
 
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then ether should be able to heal a simple sprain. She felt Yoma near her, and wondered if the powers of night or day were needed to heal.

Layela shed the question and concentrated on Avienne instead, pulling the mists around her and focusing them on the wound. She could see them dancing around the foot, but they did not penetrate it. Layela frowned and placed her hand on the ankle, pressing on the bulge, as though making it real for the ether with her touch.

Avienne gasped but made no protest, and now Layela could see the mists travelling from her hand into the ankle. She closed her eyes, letting her fingers feel the muscles and ligaments relax, their rips repair, and the ether vanish within them. Her own energies dwindled, and she forced the ether into herself as she would water a plant, her tired body absorbing it easily. Ether flowed within her, and she no longer felt tired. She grabbed her sister’s arm, though Yoma jerked a bit at the touch, and forced some into her, too. Ether was like the Lacile flower, she decided. Encouraged to grow, it would, and it would stay.

She felt re-energized, and Avienne’s ankle felt normal beneath her touch. She smiled and opened her eyes, Yoma and Avienne were both watching her closely. Ardin was at her side too, looking at his sister’s ankle.

Layela felt herself grow red, and she shrugged. “Compared to lowering those shields, that was nothing, really.”

Avienne slid off the wall and landed gingerly on both her feet, grinning wildly at Ardin. “And you thought you’d get rid of me!”

“I would never dream of it,” he said, placing a hand on Avienne’s shoulder. He let go and gently slid his arm around Layela’s waist, looking at her with a question. She merely shook her head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt the festivities,” Zortan said, stepping out of the shadows. Layela wondered how long he had been watching. “But we should get going. The sun will rise in less than an hour. The temple is not far, but we should go, now.”

Layela glanced at Yoma, who refused to look at her. Ardin’s arm tightened around her.

He looked at Zortan. “I’m coming too.”

“Blood and bones, sounds like fun! I’m in, too!” Avienne immediately chimed in as she tested her newly-healed ankle.

The blue shields danced in Zortan’s eyes. “You can’t.”

Ardin stiffened beside Layela and she put her hand on his arm to hold him back. She doubted confronting Zortan was a good idea, especially if he had even half the skill Avienne and Yoma attributed to him.

In answer, Zortan looked up. The blue shield danced and energy sliced through it, the purple sky suddenly covered with less shimmer.

“Let me guess. It’s not supposed to do that,” Avienne said, leaning back against the wall.

“The creatures will break through soon. Someone has to keep them at bay.”

Avienne perked up again. “And here I thought you were just trying to keep us out of trouble!”

“I would never dream of it.”

“How are we supposed to keep them back?” Ardin asked, removing his arm from around Layela. She missed its warmth immediately.

“There are still weapons in the capital; ether weapons. Some of them still work. There,” he pointed towards an old crumbled wall, with two long-nosed, sleek-looking guns hitched on a rampart. “And there,” another broken wall, with three more guns.

“Doesn’t seem like much,” Ardin said. He scanned the horizon, where the creatures would be breaking through.

“It isn’t. You won’t be able to hold them back for long. Once they close in, you’ll have to hold your ground,” Zortan said. He held out his hands. Avienne leapt forward at the sight of a knife belt, filled with gold-handled knives. A sword, smaller than Zortan’s but with its pommel decorated with the emblem of Mirial, was in his other hand.

“These are old, but they were weapons used by my guards, and they were forged with ether. They will help you hold your ground.”

Ardin took the sword, pulling the blade free from the old scabbard. The metal gleamed red in the dwindling moonlight. Avienne hesitated, cocking an eyebrow up at Zortan.

“If I take the weapons of your guards, does that mean I have to obey you?”

“I would never make such a demand of you.”

Avienne broke into a huge grin as she took the belt. She pulled a knife out and flipped it, whistling as she caught it again. “Perfectly balanced.” She brought the knife closer to her face and studied the finely decorated gold hilt. “These must be worth a fortune.” She was rewarded with a warning look from her brother.

“I’m just saying, not selling.”

“If you live through this night, Avienne Malavant,” Zortan said, “you can have the knives and do whatever you wish with them.”

Avienne’s grin grew wider. Before she could answer, a voice sounded from behind them.

“I’m staying to help.” Layela turned to see a woman she recognized as one of Gobran’s officers, looking at them in defiance.
Try and stop me,
her eyes challenged.

Ardin nodded. “With only five weapons and lots of enemies, we can use all the help we can get.”

“Six weapons,” Jaru said as he joined them, oblivious to the relief of the group at seeing one of the
Destiny’s
crew. “I’ve repaired another one, although the power cells will never be the same. Can you believe they haven’t upheld their networks? Otherwise I’d be able to hook them and fire from a distance, which seems much safer to me.”

Avienne closed the distance and hugged Jaru before he could go on. The man seemed stunned for a moment, but returned the gesture. “I’m glad you made it,” she said as they broke apart, and he smiled.

“I’ll stay, too.” He turned to Ardin. “Doesn’t seem right to see you go into battle without me.”

And he was off towards the weapons, mumbling about inefficient upkeep of equipment.

“We have a problem with the evacuation.” Gobran walked up to them now, the man nodding curtly to Loran.

Layela felt a lump form in pit of her stomach. “What do you mean, a problem? These people should already be gone, Gobran.”

He nodded politely. “I agree, Lady, but over two hundred
 
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pretty much all our able-bodied men and women
 
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refuse to leave.” He turned and pointed toward the fortifications of the city, where the six weapons stood. People were hard at work, strengthening the walls with fallen rocks and wielding weapons by the artillery holes.

“Their weapons won’t make much of a difference,” Yoma whispered.

“No, but it has been a long time since they have had hope, and they wish to buy you the time you’ll need.” Gobran turned to Ardin. “You have some captain’s training, and so I leave you in charge.” He looked towards the
Victory
with regret. “I would stay, I really would...”

Layela placed a hand on his arm. “You have to go, Captain. These people depend on you.” He nodded gratefully and opened his mouth as though he would say something, but instead he bowed fully, then turned around and started shouting orders for the ships to take off.

Zortan turned to Ardin and Avienne. “When Yoma and Layela release the sun’s ether, the creatures should vanish. Hold as long as you can.”

“What happens if the sun rises before they do that?” Ardin asked, tying the sword to his back.

“Then we’re all dead, but the universe has a chance.”

Avienne turned to Yoma. “I’d aim for before sunrise, if I were you.”

Layela stood up, looked at her sister and finally caught her eyes. “We’d better be off, then.”

Yoma nodded and walked toward Zortan. Ardin grabbed Layela and held her, whispering in her ear, “Be careful. A vision doesn’t need to come to pass.”

Layela hugged him back, losing herself in the smell and feel of him for an instant, before letting go. “You be careful too,” she whispered and walked away.

“Aaaah, how cute,” Avienne said. She called to Yoma, “You keep that one alive, and I’ll keep this one alive. Surely we can’t waste such a pretty love.” Ardin playfully hit his sister on the back of the head and Yoma smiled back.

“That’s a promise, Avienne,” Yoma said. Her voice was too soft for Avienne to hear, but she was looking at Layela when she said it.