The Awakened: Book One (13 page)

She wasn’t sure how long she lay on the floor after it was over.  Her hot face was pressed against the cool stone floor.  Her eyes traced a crack in the stone as it meandered from underneath her nose to a point in the middle of the room where it fragmented into a dozen other cracks.  She never noticed little things like that before.  Probably because she was always distracted by how good her life used to be.

 Maeryn struggled to her feet, moving slowly at first.  Her body ached and her scalp was tender from Lemus pulling on her hair.  As she stood in her bedroom she noticed the wet area on the stone floor where her face had been only a moment ago.  It was proof that she had been crying, but right now, she couldn’t feel any emotion.

She watched her feet move in small steps toward the door of her bedroom and figured they must know better than she where to go.  She felt detached, as if the whole thing were a story told by a friend that was now beginning to fade from memory.  Maeryn’s feet continued to move and when they stopped, she found herself in the garden.  A slight wind had picked up and the air was a little cooler than normal.  The clouds were gone, but the sky was still hazy as if some invisible force was trying to dampen the sunshine.

She sat down on a low stone wall that ringed a flower bed, and winced at the pain it caused.  She watched as the leaves danced in the breeze and wondered what it would be like to be a flower; no one to please, no one to bother you.  All you would have to do is stand in the sun with your friends and be beautiful.  People would admire you for what you were and they would feed you and take care of you.  Without warning, a wave of sorrow overwhelmed her and the tears began to fall.

The following day, while watching the city from her balcony, Maeryn saw Kael and Saba walking up the cobblestone road.  She couldn’t contain her excitement, turning to run back inside the house.  After two steps, she stopped and doubled over in pain.  Her excitement had gotten the better of her and she cursed her own stupidity.  Her body hadn’t healed enough for her to run and she waited until the pain in her abdomen faded, leaving only a dull ache between her legs.  By the time she got to the garden, the two were just entering the courtyard through the north gate.  Maeryn walked down the steps and crossed the bare expanse between them, the gravel crunching softly underneath her sandaled feet.

Saba
stepped to the side and watched as Maeryn bent down to embrace her son, moving carefully.

“Oh I’ve missed you,” she said, kissing Kael on the forehead.

He showed no signs of embarrassment, as others of his age might have.  He just smiled and hugged her back.

Maeryn stood up, rubbing tears from her eyes, trying to regain her composure.

Saba
made eye contact and gave her a questioning look.

Maeryn returned his gaze and placed her hand on Saba’s arm.  “Well,” she managed.  “I guess it’s time for you to meet him,” she said, giving Saba a wrinkled eyebrow as an answer.  Taking Kael by the hand, she led them across the courtyard, toward the house.

Before they reached the garden steps, Lemus stepped out from behind the slave quarters and leaned against the building, exuding the arrogance that Maeryn had come to expect from him.  “Come introduce yourselves,” he ordered.

Saba
slowed his pace as if he knew, just by looking, what type of man this was.

Lemus straightened himself and came out onto the steps, stopping just before the bottom.  His face was beaming with forced happiness and he appeared to wait patiently while the three crossed the courtyard and stopped at the bottom of the steps.

Lemus towered above Maeryn and Kael with the added height of the steps upon which he was standing, but was still only level with Saba.  It was obvious that he was uncomfortable with this arrangement; it defeated the whole purpose of standing where he was.

“I am Saba,” stated the old man, looking directly into Lemus’ eyes.  After a few seconds of silence, it was apparent that Kael didn’t feel like introducing himself.  “And this is Kael,” he added.

Lemus looked down at the child and waited for him to say something.  When nothing happened, he bent down and waved a hand in front of Kael’s face.

Kael did nothing but blink.

“Is your child deaf?”

Maeryn decided not to acknowledge the question.

“Or just a half-wit perhaps,” Lemus continued with a sneer.

Saba
decided to comment on the observation.  “It is difficult for a child to know what to say when confronted with a man of such power and majesty as yourself.”  The statement was obviously sarcastic to those who knew Saba, but the serious way he delivered it confused Lemus, who took a moment to decide whether or not he agreed.

“Very well then,” he replied.  “Come inside; you must tell me what you’ve been up to.”  The four walked through the garden and into the house together but Lemus led the way and missed the smiles shared between the others.

Chapter 8

The next day, Maeryn pulled a chair out onto the balcony that had become her refuge.  There was something soothing about watching the ocean glitter in the sunlight.  Lemus left for the city just after sunrise and she hadn’t seen him since.  She felt safer when he was gone.  He was so unpredictable.  She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head and think about more positive things, but it was difficult.  She kept thinking about Adair and why he had abandoned his family.

He didn’t abandon you, or anybody else for that matter!  That’s not the kind of person he is.

She was worn out by the emotional drain of wavering between bitterness about her situation and worrying about the safety of Adair.  She closed her eyes to picture Adair’s face.  It came instantly.  His deep brown eyes, strong jaw, his dark hair…

Abruptly, the sound of screaming jolted her from her thoughts and the vision of Adair vanished.  She listened for a second and realized that it was coming from the courtyard on the other side of the house.  Maeryn jumped to her feet, and hurried through her bedroom and down the stairs, following the screams.  She knew somehow it was related to Lemus.

* * * *

When he heard the screaming, Kael was watching a grasshopper cling to a blade of grass on the side of the cobblestone road, just outside of the wall which surrounded the hilltop estate.  He knew it was Ajani as soon as he heard it.  Though the slave boy hadn’t ever screamed about anything as far as Kael could remember, he knew his voice well.  Kael immediately rose to his feet and ran between two guards who were standing at attention on either side of the entrance into the courtyard.  Once inside, Kael darted across the gravel landscape and headed for the garden.  He took the short flight of stairs at the entrance in two leaps and skidded to a halt.  What he saw on the other side of the garden made his body go weak with fear.

Lemus was crouched over the crumpled body of Ajani who was lying on his side, trying to shield his face.  The screaming had stopped but the dull thud of Lemus’ fists pounding the body of the child underneath him was even worse.

“I’ll teach you to talk back to me,” grunted Lemus between excited breaths.

“Stop it,” screamed Kael, but Lemus didn’t listen.  He just kept hitting Ajani who had stopped moving.  “Stop it,” he yelled again in the loudest voice he could manage, but Lemus didn’t even seem to know he was there.

The paralyzing effects of fear quickly gave way to empowering feelings of anger. 
I have to stop him!
  He ran back down the steps and turned right, reaching the supply shed in seconds.  He threw open the doors and stepped inside, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.  Seeing a pitchfork leaning against the wall, he grabbed it and ran back toward Ajani as quickly as his little feet would carry him.

When Kael reached Ajani, there was an eerie silence.  Lemus was standing with his head pointed toward the sky, facing away from Kael.  His arms hung limp at his sides, blood dripping from his knuckles.  Ajani was covered in blood and lay on the ground unmoving.

Rage welled up inside Kael and he ran at Lemus, holding the pitchfork in front of him.

Lemus continued to stare at the sky until the last second when he turned and jumped to the side.

One tine of the pitchfork punctured his right thigh and he yelped as Kael kept charging, driving it into his leg.  When it hit something hard, Kael let go and took a few steps back, realizing what he had just done.

Lemus yelled at the top of his lungs as he grabbed the gardening tool and angrily ripped it from his leg.  Without pausing, he gripped the shaft with both hands and lurched forward, swinging the handle at Kael.

Kael wasn’t fast enough to dodge it but put his hands up to guard himself.  The thick wooden handle crashed into his forearm and then his face, breaking through the useless defense.  Kael felt his head thrown to one side and his feet lifted off the ground before his whole body hit the dirt.

* * * *

Maeryn screamed as she saw Kael’s tiny body thrown to the ground.  “What are you doing?”

Lemus turned toward her and then looked to the guards just coming in through the gate.  He ignored her as if she hadn’t said anything at all.  “Put that brat in restraints,” he ordered the guards.

The two soldiers ran to Kael’s limp body and each grabbed an arm.

Maeryn came down the steps from the house.  “Don’t you dare touch him,” she shouted.

“Stay back or you’ll be put to death as well.”

Maeryn stopped dead in her tracks and turned to Lemus, who was now standing with a bloody pitchfork in his hand, looking as though he was waiting for an opportunity to use it.  It took her a second to realize what he had said.  “…as well?”

“Any attack on an Orudan soldier is punishable by death.”  He threw the pitchfork across the garden and it clanged off the stone building.

It was only then that she realized what had happened.  She saw the body of Ajani lying in the dirt, the blood running down Lemus’ leg, the pitchfork, and her son being dragged away.

“But he’s just a child,” she pleaded, tears now running down her face.

Lemus repeated himself.  “ANY attack is punishable by death.”  It was a law well known throughout the Orudan Empire, but no one had ever heard of it being applied to a child.  Of course, no child had ever attacked an Orudan soldier.

“But…” she began, not really knowing how to argue the matter.

Lemus pointed his finger at her and spoke loudly over the sound of her voice.  “You are both under my custody and therefore my property.  If you wish to join your son in death, by all means, keep talking.”

“NO!”  Maeryn screamed with everything that was in her.  She felt panic take over her mind and body, telling her to run after Kael.  He needed her protection, but she knew that Lemus would kill her.  She began to shake with frustration, overwhelmed with emotions that she couldn’t act on.  The internal conflict was too much and she felt her knees start to wobble.

Another pair of guards entered the courtyard.  “Go fetch me a doctor,” Lemus said to one of the men.  “And you, give me a hand.”  The other soldier quickly ran to his aid, throwing his arm around his superior and helping him limp his way out of the garden.

Maeryn’s knees gave out and she collapsed in the dirt.  Her sobbing drowned out everything around her.

She lay in the garden for some time, in a trance, vaguely aware of what was going on around her.  Someone must have taken Ajani away because he was gone by the time she gained enough strength to lift her head.  She remembered one of the slaves offering to help her and she shooed him away, but she didn’t remember how long ago that had been.

Maeryn feebly climbed to her feet.  The drag marks from Kael’s feet ran next to her and she traced the path with her eyes.  They led toward the courtyard and disappeared around the slave quarters.