The Fifth Magic (Book 1) (15 page)

"If we are to defend the hold," Sinjin said, "may I have my staff and Koe please?"

"That won't be necessary. Now is not the time," Trinda said.

He had known she wouldn't grant his request, and it further soured his mood. This trickster clothed in the body of a child was starting to push Sinjin's patience to its limits. Dealing with Trinda required Sinjin to constantly remind himself she was far more powerful and intelligent than her form would suggest. The girl was an expert at using this to her advantage. Even people who knew how dangerous she was still sometimes fell under her spell and underestimated her.

Considering some of her abilities, Trinda was perhaps the most powerful person on all of Godsland. Sinjin noticed Trinda staring at him, and he pushed that thought down as far as he could. Despite his efforts, blood rushed to his face. Sometimes he envied his mother's ability to speak with her subconscious. Maybe then he could convince his body to stop embarrassing him. Trinda's smile grew wider.

Given the chance, Sinjin would have said something, but his knees buckled when the keep shuddered. An instant later, a clap louder than thunder and a familiar roar filled Dragonhold.

"Well," Trinda said, her face a mask of innocence. "I think we have another visitor."

* * *

Kenward watched the events unfold in a state of increasing shock. Far too many demons and feral dragons flooded the hall, and the
Serpent
wasn't yet ready to fly. He eyed Jehregard and wondered if the huge dragon could push his way out of the hold. Visions of being in a wooden box atop that dragon forced Kenward to consider other options.

In the end, he turned to Chase and Martik to see what they would do. So far, they had remained near Onin and Jehregard for the semblance of safety the dragon provided. But it was clear Chase was looking for an opportunity to make their escape. Martik was eyeing the tierre atop the verdant dragon, but the longer he thought about it, the more color drained from his face.

Allette remained atop her dragon and appeared torn as to what to do with Thundegar. She'd been ready to cast him aside not long before, but Rastas stood defensively beside Thundegar, his tail wrapped around the man's leg.

"I'm not your enemy," Thundegar said.

"Nor are you my father," Allette responded with venom. "He's dead, along with all my friends and family."

"Not all of your friends are dead," Thundegar continued, his voice calm and level without a hint of fear. Kenward admired him; the gaze of the feral queen was enough to make his legs turn to jelly.

"I
betrayed
you!" Allette shouted at Thundegar as if he were deaf. "You've no reason to be my friend."

"You did not betray me," Thundegar said. "You were unable to help me, that is true, and you did what you had to do save yourself, but that doesn't make you a traitor; it makes you a survivor. If you had come back, it's possible none of us would've survived. Do you understand me?"

The hall was mostly silent. Kenward drew ragged breaths. The air reeked of power and left a metallic taste in his mouth that grew progressively worse.

"What do you expect me to do? Just leave? After I was drawn here against my will and threatened by that . . . that . . . child?"

"I only ask you to recognize that we are friends and that none of the people you see in this hall are responsible for bringing you here."

"I'm aware of that," Allette said with a heavy note of exasperation. "But it doesn't mean I don't want to at least pay my respects to our hostess and repay her for her kindness."

The venom pouring forth from Allette showed just how damaged this child was, and Kenward's soul wept for her innocence. He knew her story and could not help but relate to her. He'd lost a great deal in this life; some of it had been returned to him, but he knew the pain of loss, and he could see it all over the girl's face. Like Thundegar, he hoped she would come to see them as allies. The presence of the demons didn't help Allette's cause in anyone's mind, but Kenward also knew they existed before Allette had come to power among the ferals. The demons were the creations of the ferals, and Kenward wasn't certain just how much control over these dragons the girl really had. If it was anything like what he'd seen out of Valterius, Gerhonda, and Jehregard, then her control was little more than an illusion. From what Kenward had seen, the dragons were the ones in control; if not, they wouldn't be in this mess.

The taste was overwhelming, and a hum grew in his ears. Kenward opened his mouth to speak, but the humming shut out all other sound; even the feral queen's roar was drowned out. Chase had both his hands over his ears, but he pulled one away long enough to wave them toward the main entrance to Dragonhold, not far from the hall leading to the kitchens and deeper into the hold.

Kenward caught a flash of light through the open gates, and his mind could not fathom what it was he'd seen. At that moment, consumed with following Chase and the others, Kenward could give it no more thought. The feral queen loomed above him as they slipped beneath her tail. She and Allette were focused on the entrance to the keep, and those who fled were no longer of any concern. Kenward was glad to see Thundegar among those who made it to the hall, the cloud cat, Rastas, never leaving his side.

Something made Kenward stop and look back, despite his better judgment. When he did, he saw something he'd never have dared to hope for. Glowing like a new star and entering the hold at high speed came a dragon and rider. There was no mistaking Catrin Volker, the Herald of Istra and Kenward's dear friend, and her dragon, Kyrien. Never had Kenward seen either of them shine so, as if Catrin herself were on fire. The saddle upon which she rode spread rainbows of light. Ropes of multicolored lightning shimmered and leaped out at random.

"Flee!"
boomed Catrin's forceful command. "I have to release the energy! No one will be safe."

She may have said something else, but Kenward couldn't hear over the thunder of his heart and his feet. Tears streamed down his face from the realization Catrin and Kyrien were alive, but he could not slow. When the Herald of Istra tells you to flee, anyone with the sense the gods gave them did just that. When the thunder began and the blast of air knocked them all from their feet, Kenward prayed they had gotten far enough away.

Chapter 14

Artifacts of true power are rarely hidden in the light.

--Ain Giest, sleepless one

* * *

The first thundering crash was the least of it. What Catrin was doing to release her energy, Kenward didn't know, but it added to his confliction. The joy of knowing Catrin was alive was unabated. She was among his most treasured friends, but she was also the Herald of Istra and was apparently in the process of grinding the great hall to bits. Those around him had the good sense to stay down, and none were injured by the blasts, but Kenward knew his ears would ring for days.

"It's Catrin," Kenward managed to say between blasts, and the looks he received in return ranged from fright to disbelief. Chase, though, stood with tears in his eyes and a determined smile on his face. The next blast knocked him back down, and he landed on Martik, who complimented his decision-making skills.

Eventually the blasts subsided enough that it was safe to stand again. Chase was already moving back toward the hall, and Kenward had to run to keep up with him, and even then, Chase pulled ahead. Others followed more slowly, and the two burst back into the hall, expecting to see the place littered with the bodies of ferals and demons alike. Instead, the demons huddled together against one wall. Jehregard was as still as stone, and Allette remained atop her dragon. They watched Catrin from a distance, the feral queen coiled around a stone column.

Catrin remained in her saddle as well. The air around her shimmered and sparkled. Kenward had seen her struggle to access her powers early in her journey, and now those very same powers might turn her to ash.

Though it was obvious Chase wanted to be reunited with his cousin, the danger was far from averted. From all appearances, Catrin might be a danger to herself. While they hadn't found the bodies they had been expecting, they did find scorch marks blistering the great hall. In places, the mosaic was now once again in disarray. The damage was confined to the general area around Catrin, and it was clear she exercised some control in venting the excess energy, or there might not be anyone left alive. Seeing scorch marks and a mighty split bisecting the oversized throne, it was clear where Catrin had concentrated her rage. Trinda would not be pleased, but Trinda had yet to face Catrin. The thought gave Kenward a chill. He'd said once that he'd happily give up adventure for a trader's life, yet here he was in greater danger than ever.

The feral queen slithered down the column and crept across the hall to face Kyrien. Kenward was trying to decide which was more intense, the looks exchanged between Catrin and Allette or between the dragons they rode. The four sized each other up.

Now it was Kyrien's tail lashing the air. Kenward couldn't imagine what the dragon was thinking. The ferals had been responsible for exterminating his race, making him the last of his kind, yet he'd mated with a feral queen, producing the regal dragons. Uncertainty hung in the air. Kenward knew the slightest thing could set these two to tearing the world apart. No one wanted to see how capable they truly were.

"I have no quarrel with you," Allette said. "I did not summon you. The child queen is responsible for that, and I would thank her for the kindness. Would you care to join me?"

"I have no quarrel with you," Catrin said, her face stony and cold, "but I take exception to the company you keep."

The feral queen extended her wings, made even more imposing. Kyrien remained as he was, which was perhaps even more intimidating.

"You and the dragon you ride were not part of the attack that killed the regent queen, but some of those here were; I can smell the blood of the regents on them, and I will make no peace with them. Their lives are forfeit--a small price for the loss of an entire species."

"You are correct," Allette said. "Vekkara and I were not a part of that heinous act."

Kenward wasn't quite certain the statement constituted an apology.

"For this day, I propose a truce," Catrin said. "If your forces do not attack anyone within this hold, with the noted exception of Trinda Hollis, then I will allow you all to live."

From any other person, those words might have been an idle threat, especially to one as powerful as Allette. But there was no doubt Catrin meant what she said. It looked as if Catrin could barely keep from killing them all. It unnerved him. Catrin would never intentionally hurt him, but a history of unintentional consequences made Kenward take a step backward.

"Accepted," Allette said.

"Where is Trinda Hollis?" Catrin asked in a frightening voice that carried throughout the hold.

"Cat!" Chase yelled, and Catrin turned to him. The expression on her face changed from a stoic mask to an emotional storm. A sad smile morphed into guilt. "I am so sorry you mourned me. I never meant it to be so."

"It's OK, Cat," Chase said, his voice cracking and tears streaming down his face. "You're here. That's all that matters."

Catrin released the saddle straps and climbed down. The truce was a shaky one, and Kenward was glad to see her not making any sudden moves. Though he loved her dearly, she did frighten him so. Of just about any other person, Kenward would chastise himself for the fear, but with Catrin, it was warranted. This was the only person in existence who might inadvertently destroy the world. Kenward wondered for one terrifying instant what would happen if Catrin had nightmares, but he pushed the thought from his mind lest it paralyze him. His world had become a dangerous place.

"The last I saw Trinda," Chase said, "she was near the great wheel with Sinjin."

Catrin's head snapped to the side, and she started toward Chase. "Take me there," she said in an unfriendly tone.
"Now."

Allette dismounted a bit more quickly and walked to Catrin's side. "I will join you."

"My son--" Catrin said.

"Will come to no harm from me," Allette said. "You have my word."

Catrin said no more and pushed Chase into the lead. Kenward followed, knowing he was of no use at all. Despite that, he had to know what happened. The events of Catrin's life had permanently shaped his own, and he had to know what could possibly come next. He was especially curious to find out what it was Trinda wanted. Her story about the great wheel destroying the hold was almost certainly a ruse, but there was but one way to find out.

* * *

The arrival of the feral dragons had made it clear it was time to leave the Godfist, despite the fact that the
Serpent
had never returned. Benjin stood at the rail, watching the seas.

"Pelivor and Gwen will awake soon," Fasha said when she reached his side. The feel of her close to him was comforting; it was among the things he clung to. In many ways his world was dull and faded compared to what it had once been. His wife, his friends, their ship, and a daughter of which he could not be more proud were the things that kept him moving. Even with all that bounty, his losses had torn great holes in his heart. The pain of it was at times unbearable. Fasha sensed his mood and wiggled herself under his arm. He did nothing to stop her.

"Have I told you today, my wife, how much I love you?"

"No," she said. "You're late."

"Have I mentioned you're as beautiful as the sunrise? And I get to gaze on you even at night."

"Feeling poetic today?" Fasha asked.

"I'm feeling something today. I'm not quite certain what it is. I just needed to get a bit of air and clear my head. Did you finish the inventory?"

"I did," Fasha said. "We can make for the Firstland and not stop for food or water."

"We're going to need to keep our flightmaster and thrustmaster in check."

Fasha laughed. "They'll rest even if I have to knock them over the head."

Benjin knew it was so and let at least that one worry go. Gwen was his daughter, and he expected things from her he could expect from no one else in this world. But Pelivor was not his son, and he had no right to ask the man for so much. He knew just how twisted it was that he expected more from Gwen than he felt comfortable asking from Pelivor, but it was so. It was something Benjin had to accept about himself.

"I feel so helpless," Fasha said after a long silence. "There's nothing we can do on the Godfist and really nothing we can do on the Firstland. We're not even bringing trade goods. It goes against my heritage."

Benjin smiled. As he'd thought many times before: Once a sailor, always a sailor. Once a pirate, always a pirate. Once his, he'd never let go. He pulled Fasha a little closer. "I don't know what we'll do to help, but we'll find some way. We've managed not to be completely useless up until now."

"Speak for yourself," Wendel said from not far away.

"Eavesdropping?" Benjin asked.

"Normally I wouldn't interrupt your private conversation," Wendel said, "but I was drawn out here by a feeling. I tell you I'd've laughed at anyone who told me that years ago, but then Catrin came along." He sniffed. The rest of those aboard, most of whom had known Catrin personally, gathered with them and shared her memory. No one spoke. No words were required. Catrin's presence was overwhelming. Then the thunder started. Unlike natural thunder, this was continuous, though the intensity fluctuated.

Looking out at roiling clouds suddenly lit from within, Benjin held a hand up to shade his eyes. All those aboard were speechless when rainbows burst through gaps in the clouds backed by orange fire. Benjin's breathing quickened and he grabbed Wendel by the arm. In the next minute, he was the only thing holding his friend up. From the clouds burst a vision of the goddess reborn adragonback. Shining like a font of pure energy, both dragon and rider were engulfed in flame. Even from a distance, Benjin could see Catrin struggling'. His friend was alive, but she was far from saved.

Wendel's knees buckled and Benjin went to one knee with him, gazing back up to the skies with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. Had he gone mad? Then he thought he might be dreaming as Catrin and Kyrien dipped in close, just as Pelivor and Gwen arrived on deck. Like blowing a kiss, Catrin sent a twinkling ball of light speeding toward the
Dragon's Wing.
It raced over the ship, and as it reached the mainmast, it exploded into an umbrella of sparkling light shimmering and dancing in the air, closing in on the ship like a shrinking dome. Benjin extended his hands and let the sparkles gather there. They were warm to the touch and left a tingly feeling in their wake, long after they faded and disappeared.

Each burst of light brought with it a memory of Catrin, a laugh, a rare hug, more than a few giggles. Tears streamed down Benjin's cheeks. Wendel held his face in his hands, so powerful were his emotions. When the last of the glittering gifts had passed and Catrin and Kyrien had long since disappeared from sight, Benjin and Wendel lay down on the deck and slept better than they had in a long time.

* * *

"I am sorry about the regent dragons," Allette said as they made their way to Dragonhold's interior. It was dangerous territory, and Kenward dearly wished the girl would just remain silent and not push the issue.

Catrin nodded in acknowledgment. "Do you know the reason?" she asked.

Silence was broken only by their footsteps as Chase continued to lead the way.

"Bad blood," Allette finally said. "It goes back a very long way. The memories of dragons are far longer than ours. Has your dragon not told you this?"

Catrin's glare would stop a charging bull. "I asked what you are aware of. I already know what I'm aware of."

"There was war during the last age of power," Allette said. "During the long sleep, the dragons rest and keep themselves nourished until the goddess returns. Given the chance to avenge yourself the losses of the last age, what would you do?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Kenward half expected Catrin to answer nonetheless. "And now what do you and the ferals want?" she asked instead.

"To be left alone," Allette said. Kenward had to admit that for the time they had been left to themselves, they had caused no trouble. Many had insisted they would quietly rebuild their strength then attack again, but Kenward wasn't so sure. There was something in the Black Queen's eyes that made him second-guess himself. Such humanity existed there, though it was laced with dark, reptilian coldness. Kenward shivered when she caught him staring at her. Did she blush after turning away? Kenward wasn't certain since he couldn't look directly at her. Instead, he had to try to catch a glimpse from his peripheral vision. Whether she had or not, Kenward felt himself flush, and his knees were a little unsteady as unbidden thoughts flooded his mind. No matter how much he wished them away, they persisted. He hoped no one was looking at him.

Chase held up his hand, calling for them to stop. He moved to the end of the narrow, secondary hall they were walking through and peered around the corner. He came back shaking his head. "They're all there," he whispered. "It looks like they are waiting for us."

"Since we lack the element of surprise," Catrin said, "I'll be on my way. Thank you, my dear cousin. Now get out of my way."

Allette moved at Catrin's side. They were perhaps the oddest of alliances, and Kenward hoped the allegiance would last long enough for him to escape. It occurred to him, perhaps too late, that Catrin might best be loved and admired from afar. As she walked, the air shimmered around her, and as if it were contagious, a nimbus of power also grew outward from Allette. Hers was all violets and deep blues. Catrin's aura ran more reds, oranges, and yellows. Kenward had no idea what it meant, but a similar nimbus surrounded Trinda. She waited for them, arms outstretched and holding the Staff of Life and Koe. Fire and lightning danced around the serpent on the staff, showing Trinda was drawing deeply from the dragon ore stones in its eyes.