Oubliette (Cloud Prophet Trilogy) (5 page)

“One more thing, Reychel,” Jada said, pulling back from the hug, but leaving her hands on my forearms. “I’m sorry about my father.”

“I’m sure Ivy soothed him,” I said. “It wasn’t his fault.”

Jada sighed. “It might have been. There’s no guarantee he was being soothed. None of us know for sure. My father has always been jealous of Nemison. He’s not as powerful. It wouldn’t surprise me if he saw a chance to usurp Nemison’s power. I just don’t think he counted on you spoiling his plans.”

I didn’t know what to say, whether to apologize or not.

“We don’t choose our parents, do we?” Jada asked with a smile on her face.

I thought of my own father, the man who’d kept me as a slave my entire life, who never allowed me out of the manor or to see the sky outside of his presence. The man who loved my mother, but killed her.

“No,” I agreed, “we don’t.”

Jada crossed to the other side of the room and placed her hands on a broad wooden table. “I think this should be about the right size.”

“For what?” I asked.

“Well, if you’re going to study those texts, we’ll need to have them brought in to you. No one knows you’re here and we can’t have people asking questions about you either. I’ll have a couple of slaves round up the journals. There’s nineteen of them,” she paused, “but we should have twenty.”

“What happened to the missing journal?” I asked.

“It’s in the Prophet’s house. It still stands in the town. The Malborn have tried many times to knock the house down, but they can’t. Something, no one knows what, keeps it standing no matter what they do.”

I looked out the window into the town. The palace soared into the sky and they’d given me a room in one of the tallest spires. The view was dizzying; I’d never been up this high before. The cloudless sky stretched far to the mountains and beyond while the sun roasted the barren lands below. Trees marched their way to the horizon, filling the groves with every kind of fruit imaginable. It was a land so different from my home.

“But don’t worry about The Book of Secrets,” Jada continued. “It’s supposed to be inside the house but no one has ever found it. In fact, very few people even know it exists. Amazing considering it’s a one-room shack. Zelor certainly knew how to use his gift to hide things.”

I nodded, not sure what else to say about it. If I had nineteen volumes to read, I’d be too busy to worry about one missing journal.

“Get some rest,” Jada said. “When you wake up, just ring the bell and someone will be in to serve you.”

I didn’t turn from the window as she quietly left my room. I stared at the sky, hoping for a sign, for even the tiniest vision, but nothing came to me.

Chapter Five

Zelor’s Journals: Book One

The nights seem shorter now that I spend my time awake and the days seem longer because I am always trying to sleep. I need to block it out. I must or I don’t know what will happen to me. The visions, they come all the time now. A glance at a cloud is all it takes and I am bombarded with more images than I can handle. Much of it means nothing to me.

In the beginning my visions were of events of the utmost importance. Now I can see the farmer on the other side of the creek deliver a foal. I can feel the mare’s pain, the burning and tearing as the farmer reaches inside her to pull out the breech foal. She whinnies in pain, her legs kicking out behind her. Finally relief. The foal is delivered. She lies down on the hay and sleeps, never to awaken again.

How is this relevant? Why does Eloh send me these visions? They help no one, they do nothing to help my people who are being forced to succumb to the Malborn, the invaders who are quickly overtaking our land. Even our most gifted seem unable to stop them. My only gift, the gift of prophecy, has done so little. I did not see the Malborn coming; I did not see their domination of my people.

What good am I to my people?

Chapter Six

I ducked under the table as another bomb exploded. Burnt air drifted through my window, clearing away the fresh air I had welcomed not more than an hour ago.

“Clear!” The yell came from outside.

I crawled on my hands and knees like a child, hiding under the table. My nose wrinkled at the sulfur floating through the air. It was hard to study with all of the commotion outside but if they were going to raise an army, they needed firepower when the time came to fight. The head scientist, Grommel, spent hours each day inventing new artillery, anything to help when the time came to battle the Malborn. Krissin had placed men throughout all sections of the military to prepare for her war.

Sadly, the men firing off the bombs didn’t know they might be the first target. It was hard for me to put that out of my mind. Every day we moved closer to the takeover. A day closer to more bloodshed. I hadn’t said so, but I’d made it my mission to find a way around killing people for our freedom. There had to be another way and I would find it.

I’d spent hours each day at a beat up table studying texts from the past. It seemed Krissin tossed me a new tome every couple of hours, expecting me to find some gem of wisdom that would give me ultimate power over my visions. Unfortunately most of the journals didn’t make sense. Lines and lines of rambling texts about visions didn’t matter to my problem today. I needed to know how Zelor used the gift of prophecy.

I spent most of my time fighting the fatigue of sitting for hours on end. I’d spent my childhood doing endless chores from the time I woke until I went to bed and now that I had the luxury to sit all day, I wanted nothing more than to get up and wash a tub full of crusty dishes. I snaked myself out from underneath the table and stood, stretching my arms and legs.

“Reychel,” Krissin yelled as the door flew open. Her hands were hidden within the folds of her robe. She’d obviously used her gift to fling it open, otherwise her hands would still be on the door. Part of me surged with jealousy. I wanted to use mine with that kind of ease.

“Did you find it yet?” she asked. “The key?”

I sighed. The key. The one nugget of information that will unlock my gift. Zelor, my predecessor from seven generations of Serenians ago, had spent the last three years of his life locked away in his house, never venturing out into the world if there was a cloud in the sky. The visions were too painful for him, causing him headaches that would last for days with no relief.

During those years he wrote prolifically, expressing every idea, every vision, that he received. Many believed he fell into madness in those years, a possibility I considered with dread. If my powers were the same as his, I could suffer the same fate. He’d written of vomiting after every vision and as time went on he’d been plagued by headaches. So far I hadn’t experienced either, but it wasn’t clear what triggered the start of his illness.

I hadn’t had many visions yet either, not nearly the number he’d experienced. I’d also discovered that with greater exposure to the sky, a luxury I’d been deprived of for the first fifteen years of my life, I didn’t have visions with every cloud that drifted by. That puzzled me because up until recently every cloud sighting led to a trance and a vision. Now I just needed to learn how to bring them on. Great. One more thing to learn.

I looked up at Krissin. “No, I haven’t found the key.” I sighed. “If I had, do you think I’d still be looking through the library?”

Her eyebrows arched. “My, my for a girl who was so timid just a week ago you are certainly coming out of your shell, aren’t you?”

Yes, I had been timid. But after everything I’d seen in the last year, all of the friendships broken, and as all the lies unfurled, I was losing my innocence.

“Any news from the Sons?” I asked her.

“Nothing since yesterday’s report,” she said. “Nothing from Mark.”

“I didn’t ask about Mark.” I kept my eyes on the book.

“I know exactly what you were asking,” she said. Krissin walked over to the table and looked over my shoulder. “Maybe it’s time you took a break. You’ve been reading a lot. I’d hate to see you lose your eyesight, not just your supposed gift of prophecy.”

Again with the mocking. What was her problem? I laid a strip of cloth on the page I was reading and closed the book. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d do with a short break. I knew so few of the people who lived here. Those I did know, like Krissin or Jada, were busy with their own work. Besides, being with the girl who’d been nothing but rude since I met her didn’t sound like fun. I couldn’t go out because no one was supposed to know I was there. Trapped. Again.

Even Alia, who’d I’d tried to befriend could do little more than leave the room giggling.

“Any news of Nemison?” I asked Krissin. Even if she wouldn’t treat me with respect, I would give it to her. I wouldn’t let her change me. It wasn’t in me to strike back at her, no matter how much I wanted to. I’d asked every day over the last week, hoping for some word from him but so far, nothing. Though I hadn’t known it was possible to go back and save him, I still felt a constant pang of guilt.

“Nothing.” She’d finally come to accept it wasn’t my fault, but that didn’t make it easier for her. Krissin liked having someone to blame.

Jada ran through the doorway as Krissin and I eyed each other. We had little to say beyond Nemison and my lack of prophecy. I was grateful for the interruption. Jada waved a parchment in her hands.

“They’ll be here tomorrow,” she shouted, dancing around my room. “The Sons. Their messenger just arrived minutes ago.”

My hands clenched together in a wet embrace and my heart fluttered. If Mark was close, I didn’t know how I felt about it.

“He said their leader is a guy named Ace,” Jada continued. My heart dropped. Ace. The man who had revealed that Mark had sent his brothers to interrupt my plan at the wedding. The man who ordered his men to hold people at sword point. The man who ordered another’s death.

But the bigger question, was Mark still with him? They left Kandek’s wedding together, disappearing into the forest after their retreat.

“Ace?” Krissin said. “Really?” She squealed and twirled around my room, her silk dress floating up so high I almost glimpsed her under things. Definitely not becoming of a princess.

“You know Ace?” I asked.

“Know him?” Krissin giggled. I never thought I’d see that girl giggle. “I’m going to marry him.”

“You’re what?” I asked, stunned.

“She thinks she’s going to marry him,” Jada said narrowing her eyes. “Her father would not approve.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Krissin said. “It’s my life and I get to choose my husband. Ace is strong. Aren’t we fighting for our freedom here? Besides, he’s brave. He’s tall and handsome.” Her hand fluttered over her heart as she slumped on my bed.

I stared, openmouthed. I wanted the rude Krissin back. This one was even stranger than the Krissin I’d known over the last week.

“Stay away from him,” Jada said. “He’s dangerous.”

“He is,” I insisted. “I’ve seen him give orders to kill.”

“Did he have a good reason?” Krissin asked. “Sometimes we have to kill to advance our purpose. Do you think I wanted to poison the last ruler? The man I’d thought was my father until I was ten? Some people deserve it. He did. Ace understands this.”

“You didn’t tell him?” Jada gasped. “No one is supposed to know that he died at your hand. You are never to reveal that to anyone outside of the council.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Krissin said. “Either way, I don’t see why it matters. Within a few days we’re going to set our plan into motion. The truth will come out.”

“There’s no reason for anyone to ever know it was you,” Jada said. “No one. Not even after we reveal ourselves. Everyone thinks he died of a bad heart. Let’s leave it there, please.”

Krissin sighed and walked over to my window. I followed her. I spent time every day staring at the clouds outside the window, but I’d given up trying to force anything. I was convinced the visions weren’t coming anymore.

Together we gazed at the mountain in the distance. The Sons would march through soon, but stay hidden from the town. If not tonight, then tomorrow morning. We weren’t sure how far away they were yet and how much farther they had to march tonight.

As the clouds drifted over the mountaintops, I felt faint. I flailed, reaching for the windowsill and my fingernails dug into the wooden trim. My vision distorted until I saw hundreds of men fighting in the street below. Their swords slashed and clanged as blood poured forth into the gutters. The screams of the women, cowering in the alleys caused ice dread to race through my veins.

I turned away from the window and threw up.

Krissin shrieked and backed away while Jada ran over to catch me as I slid down against the wall, the cool stucco a comfort to my aching head.

“Are you okay?” Jada asked, pulling my wig off and throwing it to the side. I’m sure I’d been sick on it as well as on the floor.

Jada’s concern for me flowed through her eyes. Krissin, on the other hand, eyed my vomit, clamped her hand over her mouth, and ran out of the room, leaving the door open behind her.

“Are you okay?” Jada asked again.

I nodded, still trembling from what I’d seen.

“A vision?” Jada asked.

I nodded again. Glancing over her shoulder I saw Alia had entered my room. She stood still, her mouth open.

“Your hair,” she stuttered, staring at the wig on the floor next to me.

“Alia,” Jada started.

“You’re a former slave.” Alia pointed at me. “And you have visions.”

I looked at Jada. No one was supposed to know. So far everyone assumed I was a Malborn visitor. I shook my head.

“I’m just ill,” I told her.

“Alia,” Jada said, “you can’t tell anyone what you’ve seen here. Do you hear me? No one!”
Alia nodded.

“I mean it, Alia,” Jada insisted. “Swear it.”

She stepped closer to us, but hesitantly as if she were afraid I might rear up and bite her. Alia knelt down on the hard tile floor, extended her hands out towards me, palms up.