Pools of Darkness (27 page)

“But I will shelter the animals and my limbs will be home to the birds and their young. My power will feed the trees and flowers. The animals will love me and be my friends. Without this, they will all die horrid, poisoned deaths.” The druid’s tone was pleading, but respectful of her god.

Sylvanus consented. “You have shown me that your heart and head are in agreement. I will grant your wish.” The unicorn gracefully stepped forward and bowed its head, touching Talenthia’s shoulder with the tip of its horn.

Talenthia gave herself up to the power of her god. Her body became a milky mist rising into the air, spreading wide and taking the shape of a graceful willow tree. The white cloud settled into place and became firm. Color began to spread from the tree’s roots, working up the trunk and outward to soft green leaves. Smooth, tan bark and silky branches marked the completion of the transformation. The tree rustled with joy. From beneath its roots, a clear spring bubbled from the earth and its waters trickled down the hill. Talenthia’s healing chalice was transformed with her. Now it would permanently nourish the starving forest. For all eternity, this hill would be blessed.

The unicorn gently touched its horn to the tree. Branches and leaves encircled it in a tender hug. After a moment, the unicorn dissolved into white mist and disappeared.

Miles away, Andoralson was completing an ancient rite to purify the land and the stones of the druid’s circle. With the stones raised and in place, Miltiades respectfully stood guard.

After a final sprinkling of mistletoe among the stones to seal the rite, the druid paused and attempted to contact his cousin. Reaching out with his nature magic, he immediately sensed a new, rich presence in the forest.

“Talenthia, what have you done?” He shook his head as he realized what had happened. Although the forest around the ring of stones still shook with pain, the hill where he’d left Talenthia now gave off an exuberant energy, a feeling of joy and serenity.

“Well done, Cousin. I must admit, I didn’t think you had it in you.” He shed a tear for himself, knowing how much he would miss her, but felt happy that she had found a permanent mission for her life. “When our quest is done, I will return and help you restore this forest.”

“Is something wrong, noble druid?” Miltiades asked gently.

“Something is very wrong for us, but it is very right for my cousin. Talenthia won’t be joining us to complete this quest. She has been given other duties by our god.” Moving to his horse, he told the paladin, “We’d better find Ren and the others.”

As they departed the druid’s grove, a greenish white mist gathered protectively around the stones Andoralson had consecrated. No evil would threaten this glade in the druid’s absence.

Evaine, Gamaliel, and Ren were miles ahead of the others. They moved as quickly as the brambles allowed. Evaine had the disturbing feeling something was waiting for them and guiding them. The sorceress tried to brush off the perception and kept the thought to herself. They traveled easily down a path that seemed to grow wider and flatter as they moved ahead.

The forest around them was increasingly tainted with evil. The trees were drooping, bent, and choked with red vines. The path was filled with dark, spore-clogged fungi that made breathing difficult despite the damp rags on the travelers’ faces. The grotesque weeds and dark, humming insects told of a forest turned harsh and unfriendly.

Just after midday, the path opened into a small clearing just large enough for a single cottage. Ren and Evaine both found themselves wishing the others had caught up to them.

“I don’t believe what I’m seeing.” Ren pulled his horse to a halt and drew his sword.

“Neither do I, but I sense no illusions at work here,” Evaine said, trying hard to detect any magics.

Ren was truly agitated by what he saw. “Look at this. A cozy cottage with white smoke coming from the chimney. A babbling brook of clear spring water is flowing along the back. In another second, a little old lady with a bent back will open the door and sweep out the dust from her floor. Then she’ll invite us in for cake and milk.”

“Will a tall woman of fifty winters serve instead?” a voice asked behind them.

Whirling, the trio saw a lovely, aged woman. She wore a flowing, white woolen gown whose color matched her short, curly hair. She held a large basket filled with mushrooms, which Evaine noticed were of both the edible and deadly varieties.

“I’ve been picking mushrooms. Please, rest your horses near the spring and come inside. I so seldom have visitors.”

Gamaliel hissed, his golden eyes blazing. He stayed close to Evaine, waiting for her next move.

The sorceress cast a spell of detection magic as unobtrusively as she could. Faint, emerald energy flowed from her hands, encircling the woman and the cottage in their magical glow.

The woman’s pleasant demeanor vanished. “Is that any way to treat your hostess? Your puny magics won’t work here, girl. This is my glade, and my essence fills this forest. Now, we can have a nice little chat, or you can all be destroyed. Why are you here?”

“We have more than just magic working for us,” Ren said, dismounting. Unlike Gamaliel and Evaine, Ren was attracted to this woman and trusted her immediately. She was truly lovely and seemed perfectly harmless. Ren felt that her eyes looked into his heart and touched his soul. He knew that beauty could hide all sorts of evil, but still, she was fascinating.

Evaine spoke to the cat, watching Ren carefully. “Come on, Tooth. We should be polite and accept this lady’s hospitality.”

The white-haired woman’s mood softened and she eyed Ren closely. “I am called Lanula. What are your names?”

“The ranger is called Blade, I am Coran, and this is my pet, Tooth.” Evaine lied.

Ren stood by, looking slightly puzzled. He couldn’t understand why Evaine had given this charming woman false names, but he let her speak. He knew magic was involved somehow, and he firmly believed in leaving such matters to the wizards.

Lanula bent down to scratch Gamaliel’s ears before he had a chance to back away. “Such a pretty cat you are, Tooth. Why don’t you use your pendant and talk with us?”

The feline found himself instantly changing to a barbarian.

“That’s better. You are so much more handsome this way.” The woman’s voice dripped honey.

Gam, why did you do that? Evaine mentally asked her surprised companion.

The cat’s voice in her mind sounded slightly panicked. I don’t know! She asked me to change, and it seemed like the natural thing to do. She acts like a nice creature, but she has a strange type of control. I still can’t smell anything. Are you sure she’s evil?

Evaine didn’t like this. Drawing on some old defensive spells her mentor had taught her, she quickly summoned a pale green aura around herself and her two male companions.

Lanula stood in her doorway, amused. “You are a whelp of Sebastian’s, aren’t you?”

Evaine was irritated by the woman’s attitude, but she forced herself to remain composed. This was either the creature she sought—her mentor’s rival—or a dangerous trick.

Looking the men squarely in the face, Lanula posed seductively and summoned them. “Come, Tooth. Come, Blade. Enter my cottage and let me warm your tired bodies by the fire.”

Ren smiled and walked right up to the woman.

Gamaliel shook his head, hesitating before moving toward the door. Evaine sensed him struggling to maintain control.

The sorceress refused to budge. She folded her arms across her chest. “This will stop right now. I know you for what you are,” Evaine said in the most forceful voice she could muster. Sebastian, you old dog! You kept company with a creature like this? the sorceress thought to herself.

Evaine stood alone. She might have to fight for the lives of her two friends, for if they entered this creature’s home, they might never come out again. “You’re a succubus. Now I remember one of the last things Sebastian told me before he died. Lunlaa!” Evaine shouted, drawing her magical staff in front of her. “Lunlaa, show yourself for what you really are!”

“Aaaagh,” the woman snarled. Her hair grew long and turned raven black as her features and muscles bulged. “It seems—owwwww,” she cried as huge bat wings burst from her back. “It seems you have found me out, ahhh!” With a final groan of both pleasure and pain, her eyes glowed with red energy and her delicate human hands and feet turned to equally delicate talons and claws. The abominable creature flapped and hopped around Evaine, but the sorceress would not be intimidated.

Through the use of her name, the beautiful woman who had stood before them had been forced to transform into the lush, seductive creature that held men spellbound—a succubus.

The creature laughed a grating, hissing laugh. “You may have forced me to transform, but you can’t send me back. Only Sebastian possessed that power, and he chose never to use it.” Lunlaa now circled the men, pinching Ren’s arm and squealing in delight.

Evaine refused to back down. “I know what you gave Sebastian and what you took from him. I could destroy you here and now!” The sorceress began gathering the energies that would explode a fireball around the creature.

“Harm me and your friends will fight you!” the creature cackled.

Evaine could see that Ren and Gamaliel were completely spellbound by what they still saw as a delicate human female. They were bewitched and couldn’t see her horrible natural form. They stood like statues, mouths agape. Evaine knew Gamaliel was incapable of attacking her, but Ren was another matter.

Gamaliel still struggled for control. Mistress … can’t kill her… get help … her help…

“You didn’t come here to fight me,” Lunlaa purred all too sweetly. Now she smiled at Ren and patted Gamaliel’s shoulder. “We have a common enemy dwelling in the red tower. I will tell you how to kill him if we can be friends. I can help you in this quest in more ways than you expected. There is much you don’t know about the darkness that surrounds that tower.” The succubus was clearly enjoying her game.

“Why should you help us? How do I know we can trust you?”

“The pit fiend that made the tower is a fiend of unusual power, and he grows stronger all the time. The pit fiend would kill a poor succubus like me. And his influence will soon encroach upon my territory. What’s a poor succubus to do but enlist the help of gentle adventurers like yourselves? Let us call a truce of sorts. I will tell you and your friends what you need to know, and you will leave me alone. Do we have a bargain?”

Evaine gritted her teeth. “I accept. But only because I intend to destroy the pool of darkness, no matter what it takes. I will be back to deal with you. I have friends who aren’t so easily charmed by your powers.”

The succubus cackled again. “You are wise and mature beyond your years. A lesser mind would have tried to destroy me here and now. And would have died trying.

“As for your friends. One of them has succumbed to my powers already. The other, a fine specimen, I will allow to pass, even though I’d like him for my personal collection. The third means nothing to me. I will release these two men to you.” Ren and Gamaliel were oblivious to the meaning of the creature’s words.

The succubus sighed. “I will quickly tell you what you need to know to destroy the tower and the pit fiend. Then you must leave me.”

Concentrating to keep her mind free of the evil influence, Evaine spent the next hour listening to the succubus. By the time she led Gamaliel and Ren to their horses, she knew of the abishai they would face once they got near the tower, of the nature of the darkness filling the land around the tower, and about the pit fiend’s greatest weakness.

Evaine ordered Gamaliel to turn into a cat once again, then sent him to scout for Andoralson and Miltiades. They headed them off before they reached the cabin of the succubus. Evaine didn’t want to risk the chance of the druid falling under the evil woman’s spell.

She related the whole story to Andoralson and Miltiades as they rode.

In turn, Andoralson told of his cousin’s transformation. Talenthia’s loss was deeply felt by everyone. But Andoralson insisted she would be happy in her decision because it was everything she had ever wanted from life. Knowing that her sacrifice was her greatest wish helped lift the sadness of her passing, but only a little.

The day had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. Even Gamaliel, with his feline energy, was dragging himself from task to task. The group had ridden until darkness closed in, then struggled in the blackness to start a fire and make camp. Only Gamaliel’s keen eyesight ensured them a safe place to camp and fresh meat for dinner. Now they lolled about the fire, discussing the day’s events and planning their strategy for the mission that lay ahead.

The loss of Talenthia, the encounter with the succubus, and the hard ride all had taken their toll. Frustration reigned, but the companions tried to remain calm and rational. If they were going to finish this mission alive, they needed to keep their spirits up. Miltiades cleverly interjected stories of old battles that were won despite terrible odds. His motives were transparent, but his encouragement was appreciated.

Evaine estimated that if they rode hard and were lucky enough to avoid monsters and travelers, they would reach the red tower in three days.

“Will we be too late to save Phlan?” Ren asked. His concern had grown visibly over the past few days. More and more, he wondered whether he would find his friends alive.

“In one respect, the darkness around the tower is a good sign. It has grown slowly, which would indicate that efforts to defeat Phlan have not succeeded. I believe the mass of darkness would grow significantly faster as more souls are consumed by the pool. This coincides with what the succubus told me—if we believe she told the truth. And the truth of her statements will be tested if and when we discover the three abishai. I expect to see them flying on the horizon early tomorrow. They’ll be our first challenge in infiltrating the red tower.”

The weary group chatted a while longer as the fire died down to glowing coals. One by one, they drifted off into fitful sleep.