The Path of Destruction (Rune Breaker) (18 page)

The woman nodded. “I've seen bards light fires on ships in the middle of squalls: all
vin
and
akua
without a hint of
flaer
around. I would believe him.”

Percival beckoned to Kaiel. “Then I welcome you to come and try.”

As he walked around the table to tend the general's wounds, Kaiel took stock. Whatever the reason for the meeting, Percival hadn't summoned his entire senior staff; only those who were presumably closest to him. Additionally, he'd waited for Taylin's companions to arrive to start. That meant it had something to do with their group in particular.

He shot a glare at Ru, but the wizard looked nowhere near as proud of himself as Kaiel imagined he would, had he caused a military council to be summoned concerning him. That left Taylin...

Kaiel knelt by Percival. The general threw aside the jacket covering his leg and gently peeled back the bandage. The wound had been slathered in medicinal smelling balm the color of phlegm. Through the translucent unguent, Kaiel could make out the puncture wound, which was pinched closed and burned until it sealed together.

The burn was in the shape of a hand.

“Blood to ice. What did this to you? The print is too small to have been Bashurra.” Kaiel clamped his jaw shut, but the words were already out there. Too late, he started to get an idea of what caused the cauterizing burn.

Tal Eserin coughed politely. “That's actually the reason for this meeting. You see—.”

“It was me.” Taylin said before things could be put into a more charitable light. She refused to look at anyone in the tent as she rambled “I burned him to keep him from bleeding to death. But that's not why we're here. During the battle—well during every battle, there's a part of me that... that really likes the fighting. It roars and rages and it makes me stronger, tougher.”

She gazed off into the middle distance. “But if I don't keep it chained down, it changes me. Actually changes me.” Brushing her hands up and down her arms, she tried to mime having scales. “Physically, I mean. I've tried to hide it, but I couldn't tonight. Bashurra attacked my mind and... it broke free.”

Though Taylin fell silent, the others in the tent mostly still looked at her in the hopes that she could explain further.

When she didn't, Percival spoke to the assembled. “Is anyone here able to elaborate?”

“I know a bit, but not the whole of it.” Kaiel admitted. He cringed when he heard Taylin gasp in what he imagined was betrayal. To assuage his guilt, he hummed deeply and set the vibration of the Song into his palm before pressing it to Percival's wound. The slimy balm was cool and squelchy to the touch, but he ignored it as he began to vary his tone to work the healing.

Brin, who had been left standing just behind Raiteria, leaned down to the halfling. “Did you know about this?”

“Well some things are obvious even if you aren't reading books on xenology every night for pleasure.” Raiteria leaned over, forcing Taylin to meet her eye, and winked. No matter what the whole of the truth was, it didn't have any bearing on Taylin being Rai's sister.

“Really,” She continued, “red wings don't just happen in hailene any more than blue ones or stripes. And no offense to the General, but a regular hailene isn't half as strong as Taylin.” She shrugged as if none of it actually mattered. “I always thought she was dragonsired.”

Tal Eserin set down his bowl. “She is not dragonsired. I can catch as much of that by scent. And what she describes is nothing like my experience transitioning between forms. I am always myself and always in control of my transitions.”

“What she describes sounds more like lycanthropy.” said Liytheed, taking a sip from her bowl.

Jaks snorted rudely. “You can't be a were-dragon.”

“Not so much that you can't be, as we've never heard of it.” Liytheed said. “Or
hengeyokai
for that matter. She could be a dragon
hengeyokai
.”

The wound in Percival's thigh was shrinking nicely and the blisters from the burn were popping and receding at a satisfactory rate. Kaiel felt it was safe enough to let the spell take its own course from there, and rejoined the conversation. Across the table, he saw Taylin listening to the speculation with an increasingly lost look about her.

“Taylin.” He let some of the power from the Well seep into his voice. Though the volume didn't change, it cut across everyone else's words as if it had been shouted, and garnered everyone's attention. Once they were properly focused on him, he dropped the Word and spoke normally. “I suspect that you wanted to explain this to us. Is that why everyone waited for our arrival?”

“It was.” said Taylin. “Only I don't know how to explain it because even I don't know everything. I am
ang'hailene
because I'm not pure blooded. What exactly taints my blood is something I can't tell you. I've seen dragonsired ang'hailene and you're right: they aren't like me. The mas... the officers on the airships just told me there was something wrong with me.”

“Officers aboard airships?” Jaks rumbled. “Where? The Accords clearly prohibit military airships. What honorless whelps have decided to break the Accords?”

“Heh.” Ru's smirk became a predatory grin. “You said you wanted to tell the whole truth, Miss Taylin. It seems you've told more truth than you intended.”

Jaks, who had already been at the limits of his patience from Ru's leering, rattled his sword and shook his horns before looking to Taylin. “What is he talking about?”

Ru's yellow eyes glittered and the link betrayed his sense of satisfaction to Taylin. “Shall I tell them?” he asked in the same way he once asked her, 'shall I kill them?'.

Whatever shame and nervousness Taylin was feeling was washed away by the irritation she felt at Ru for taking such pride in being an irritation to their hosts. “Go ahead, Ru.” She said quietly and through clenched teeth. “You can't make things worse at this point.”

“Heh.” Ru laughed again and raised his chin so that he was looking down his nose at the officers. “No one has broken your Accords. Miss Taylin hails from the time of the War of Ascension. Before you ask, she is not immortal: she asked a great power to let her sleep until the war was over. That great power granted her wish and she awakened in this era only a few months ago.”

Jaks flicked his ears in annoyance. “And now we're supposed to believe there is a spell that can allow one to sleep half a thousand years?”

“I didn't say 'spell'. I said a great power. Perhaps
the
great power. I speak of course...” He paused, his mind prepared for the chaos he knew would follow. “...of the Rune Breaker.”

The room fell into uneasy silence. Mercenaries, more than anyone else, traded stories about the legendary weapon. Many of them dreamed of finding and claiming it. And everyone present among Percival's officers had either heard the earlier pronouncement that Ru was the Rune Breaker, or heard Bashurra call him such.

That didn't mean they had believed him; people made insane boasts in battle all the time. But there was one person in the tent who had heard nothing of the sort.

Brin burst out laughing. “Light above us, Ru. I've seen and done many strange things in my life and Taylin's always shown a lot of interest in the War of Ascension, so you almost had me believing you. But the Rune Breaker? Do you know how many contracts I've taken by ambitious idiots who thought they knew where to find it? Every one turned out to be a rusting sword or rotted bow, usually with no magic at all to speak of.”

Languidly, Ru rose to his feet.

Ru
. Taylin warned him mentally.

“No, let us have the truth here. All of it. I
am
the Rune Breaker. And all of you sitting there across from me have seen proof. I cast spells of war when your battlemagi could hardly light a campfire. I tore apart the very fabric of reality to unleash the power hidden at its core upon my enemy.” He met each of their gazes in turn. “Tell me that you still believe me to be an ordinary wizard.”

“Being no ordinary wizard does not mean that you are the Rune Breaker.” Jaks said. He lifted his bowl and slammed back his liquor. He showed Ru the empty bowl before placing it back on the table upside down; a challenge among mercenaries.

Ru snorted. “Whatever. I've spoken my truth and it doesn't matter if any of you believe it. Now,” He turned and leered at Brin, “perhaps there are others who wish to speak their own truths.”

“Ru.” This warning didn’t come in mental form from Taylin, but out loud and enhanced with the Word from Kaiel. The chronicler had finished healing Percival and had stood up. His regal bearing was marred only just a little by the powerful-smelling and filthy looking balm dripping from his fingers.

With his clean hand, he pointed at the dark mage. “Don't start.”

“Come now, Arunsteadeles. If you're fool enough to give your heart to her, you should learn why she reeks of obfuscation magic.” Ru said with a defiant gleam in his eye.

Kaiel remained dangerously calm. “I know what she obscures and I advise you to leave it be as it is none of your concern.”

“Like hell!” snapped Ru. “We've already had one traitor in our midst. Or have you forgotten how that ended? Because I haven't.”

Taylin grabbed his sleeve without looking at him. He stopped; if only in shock at the act coming from Taylin. It took a great deal of duress to convince her to touch someone on her own initiative. She raised her eyes to meet his. He didn't need the link to tell him the storm raging behind the green gaze. “Now isn't the time, Ru. As much as you argue with him, you know Kaiel is trustworthy and he says there's nothing to worry about.”

She let go of his sleeve and scrubbed her hand through her hair. “We just had a long battle and more than enough stress to go around. Please, stop picking fights.”

Ru rumbled deep in his throat, enough to equal Jaks, but subsided. “Yes, Miss Taylin.”

Percival observed that last exchange with curiosity, but decided not to pursue it. He was looking in better health and spirits already following Kaiel's treatment. “I'm inclined to agree with her. The battle has been won, but at cost. No need to waste more energy squabbling among ourselves. So, as engaging as your group's arguments may be to you—this meeting was convened to discuss Miss Taylin's transformation on the battlefield.”

Taylin shook her head. “I'm sorry, I can't tell you more. No one told me anything about where I came from or what I really am. I read some books while in Daire City that said the hailene pioneered the sciences of using magic to alter living things. I think they did something to me when I was a baby, or even before I was born.”

“Not unheard of.” said Tal Eserin. “The Kimeans are rumored to do such things.”

“But with a dragon?” asked Liytheed. “Even Kimeans at their worst couldn't capture a dragon to experiment on.”

Kaiel wiped his hand off on his pants. “The hailene fielded the mightiest aerial navy in the history of the world. If anyone could do it, they could.”

The discussion threatened to become another round of gross speculation, but the newly rejuvenated Percival waved them to silence. “I think you all misinterpret my reasons for this line of questioning. What Miss Taylin is and why is not my concern. What is,” he looked Taylin in the eye, “is that I saw everything: You were inflicted with a rage like a berserker.

“I've seen berserkers, worked in armies that fielded them. The battlerage they call up doesn't leave them once they leave the fight. Same goes for the tales I've heard of lycanthropes: the beast is always there, waiting. The berserkers had their own camp, just so that if one of them flew into a rage in the night, they only posed a danger to other berserkers.”

Percival extended a hand in Taylin's direction. “You saved my life twice over: once from my own hand when I planned to detonate my grenades and again when you kept me from bleeding out. In short, I owe you and the least I can do is to offer you the protection and hospitality of my command on the journey back to Daire City. If we manage to hold on to our charter with Solgrum's death, I would offer you a place in our ranks as well.

“However, this all hinges on this question: are you safe to have in my camp? Would we have to worry about that demonic rage igniting and being turned against us instead of our enemies?”

Taylin started to duck her head. It was the respectful, submissive response she'd been expected to give back on the ships. But she was not on the ships, and Percival was both an equal and in her debt. There was nothing for her to be submissive about. So instead, she only nodded and raised her chin.

“It doesn't usually take me over like that. I use it to keep focused and aware in a fight.” Her voice went slightly off in the middle of the sentence, becoming markedly more aggressive. Her gaze became cold. Analytical, but with a smoldering fury buried within. “But Bashurra reached in where he shouldn't and tried to use my memories. He had to
die
for that trespass.”

Beside her, Ru's eyebrow twitched. In the link, the transition, if that was even what it was, felt as if Taylin had just slipped on a strange new garment. It was still her wearing it, but it changed much about her even on the level the link operated on.

As quickly as it happened, it passed.

Not seeming to have noticed herself, Taylin relaxed and shrugged, “But it doesn't matter. Our place isn't in Daire, it's in Rivenport.”

“Rivenport?” Jaks asked, the sneer in his words expressing exactly what he thought of the place.

Kaiel stepped in, not wanting the mercenaries to see another strange outburst from his friend. “Aye. Bashurra was only part of the attack on Daire City—a distraction for another demon to take one of the
nir-lumos
children.”

“
My
child.” Rai said, her face losing all mirth as the focus of the conversation shifted.

“He's been taken to a place called Nhan Raduul near the Kimean Isles as ransom.” Kaiel studied the officers for a moment. Having sold their swords across Novrom and beyond, they were more worldly than more stable soldiers, and the Warden, Liytheed, had already displayed some knowledge of the mystical. “The ransom is something called the 'soul battery'. Even as read as I am, I've never heard of it, so we're bound for Rivenport to query the Historical Society's central library.”