The Song of Eloh Saga (77 page)

Mags turned back to me, her eyebrows raised. I winked, glad we’d had the luck to get the nice guard. I hoped Mags kept that in mind when she saw whatever Rotlar had planned for her. She wasn’t alone and soon she would have Aric with Trevin safely in his arms at our meeting point. Nothing could hurt Mags now. Our plan had to succeed.

We shielded our eyes from the glaring sun as we ascended the stairs to the platform. The king sat in a throne, but I couldn’t see around him or Mags and the guard. I craned my neck, trying to see what he had waiting for her, but my attention was pulled away when Mags began to scream.

The chills raced through my body and the flames flickered back to life. As she continued to wail, her body shook violently and the guard grabbed her arms behind her back with one hand not letting her get away. I still couldn’t see what had upset her, but I knew Mags well enough to know she wasn’t acting anymore. This was real.

“Behold your lover,” the king boomed. The crowd yelled and cheered as he swept his hand out to the side. I craned my neck, but still couldn’t see around Mags and the guard.

“What’s going on?” I yelled. But before anyone could answer, Mags fainted and crumpled to the ground.

That’s when I saw what the king had on display, Aric’s severed head on a table.

Then an explosion rocked the dais.

Chapter Twenty-One

I jumped forward and covered Mags’ head as the explosions continued. The dais rocked, but held solid. I knew this was our chance. Bryden was supposed to wait until Mags was on the block, but Aric’s death warranted a change in our plan. I’d have to think fast to keep up with Bryden.

“Mags,” I yelled in her ear, hoping she could hear me above the deafening noise of the explosions. “We have to go now.”

I tugged on her shoulders, trying to pull her up off the ground, praying she’d come to her senses quickly.

“No,” she moaned, still lying on the ground. “If they have Aric, where’s Trevin? I can’t leave without Trevin.”

I glanced around, and saw Albree on the dais, on the other side of Aric’s bloody head, holding Trevin.

“He’s alive. He’s with Albree and I’m sure he’s safe. We need to run now.”

I tugged on her again, but her limp body refused to cooperate.

“Why bother? Aric’s dead. Trevin’s in their custody. I might as well be dead too. You know I’ll never hold him again. Never get to be his mother.” Tears streamed down her face. “They’ll never allow me to see David and Matthew either.”

“You don’t know that. If you die no one can ever tell Trevin that you tried to be with him. You have to stand up now and run while Bryden makes the explosions. It’s your only chance to get away. We can figure out later how to come back and get Trevin. David and Matthew will always be cared for as long as they are still considered heirs to the throne.”

Mags’ eyes lit up. I knew she realized I was right. She needed to fight or die. She made the right choice.

She struggled to her feet, turned to Rotlar, her husband and king, and yelled, “I’ll get my son back. Never underestimate me again!”

Then she ran down the stairs and off the stage, swallowed by the confused masses. Before I could join her, I felt a hand on my arm.

“Let her go,” the guard said. “Both of you can’t get away and it’s more important that the queen is free.” His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. I swallowed hard and nodded my head. He was right, but my heart was yelling at me to run. He squeezed my arm and I knew I could take him down in one movement, but I stood still. There were too many guards and an executioner with a heavy axe. I couldn’t take them all. I couldn’t do it alone.

For the first time that day I wished Kellan was by my side, only because I needed someone to fight with me. But I didn’t see him anywhere. I didn’t even know if he knew about his father’s death.

Albree held Trevin tight in her arms as she cowered next to the throne, probably wondering when the next explosion was coming. But no more occurred, Bryden must already be gone.

“What was that?” King Rotlar bellowed and gestured wildly at his guards.

The guard let go of my arm and stepped forward. “An earthquake, sire. I don’t know what else it could have been.”

“She got away,” the king said. “How could you let this happen?”

He pounded his fist on the solid gold arm of his chair. He quavered, just like the other times he was angry. I’d seen him this way more often than I cared to admit and it never ended well.

“The boy must die then.” He glanced over at Albree crouched on the stage with Trevin in her arms.

“No!” I screamed. “You can’t kill a baby. He did nothing wrong!”

Albree stood up and rearranged Trevin so he was cuddled into her chest. I held my breath, hoping she would agree with me. That for once she would do what was right. A sneer spread across her face and she patted Trevin’s bottom.

“Where do you want me to put him?” she asked the king.

“Albree!” I screamed. “What are you doing?”

The king laughed and took the baby from Albree’s willing arms.

“Ugly little thing, aren’t you?” he asked.

The fire in my belly sprang to life and I didn’t try to control it. He’d crossed the line killing Aric, ordering Trevin’s death was beyond reproach. Why didn’t anyone else try to stand up to him? Were they all too afraid? Were they all as demented as him?

“You can’t do this,” I yelled, running toward his throne, but the guard caught me and held me back.

“I can do anything I want, Lianne,” Rotlar said, noticing me for the first time. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? If I kill this baby then my former queen will have no reason to ever show her face in my kingdom again. Problem solved. Also, I don’t know what my new queen would think about caring for a child whose blood wasn’t royal.”

“New queen?” I asked.

Albree stepped forward. She’d been huddled over Trevin and I hadn’t noticed the glimmer from her hair. The royal crown sat upon her brow. “Make her bow,” she said to the guard and pointed at me.

His hands pushed down on my shoulders, but I resisted. I would never bow to Albree. Never. But my legs buckled when he kicked the back of my knees. I fell to the platform, my head hanging down and I looked at the wooden slats under my knees. The breaks between boards dug into my legs as he continued to push down on my shoulders.

The fires burned and licked upward. Albree the new queen? It was all wrong. Mags was free, but things were worse now than before. There was no escape for any of us and the king was drunk on his own sick power.

I didn’t want the fires to stop. I wanted them to consume me, to give me the power I’d craved so much over the last week. My blood burned through my veins, feeling as if my whole body was fire.

I looked up at Albree and said, “You will never be queen.”

She laughed at me. “It’s too late, you know. Mags is gone and he’s already asked me to take her place. We consummated it last night and now he’s mine, the throne is mine, and this kingdom is mine.”

I lifted my hand off the wooden slats and aimed my palm at her. A gust of wind blew Albree close to the edge of the platform. Her screams pierced the shouts of the crowd and everyone fell silent. The guard let go of me and raced to grab Albree’s arm as she teetered on the edge of the platform. It was built high so everyone could see the executions. High enough that a fall off of it, at the wrong angle, could be deadly.

“Lianne!” Albree screamed, her arms flailing out to the side as she tried to regain her balance. I reached out, but I couldn’t use my magic to pull her to safety. She fell backward, landing with a thump on the hard dirt ground.

The guard leaned over the edge and then slowly turned to face the king. “She’s dead, your highness. Her neck is obviously broken.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. The fires coursed through my body, jumping and spiking through every limb. I was drunk on my magic, barely able to keep myself in check. I turned my eyes to Rotlar.

“You want to be next?” I yelled to the king. “Your father’s stupid plan to bleed magic from my people didn’t work, did it? I’ve regained it and I’m going to use it make you pay for what you did to Aric and Mags. Your guards can’t do a damn thing to stop me.”

I’d never seen the king cower before, but now he did. He slouched into his throne, shrinking away from me. The power grew within me every time I glimpsed any bit of fear. I didn’t care that I couldn’t douse the flames. I was done trying to do things the right way. I’d never succeed fighting against evil unless I used every skill I had.

Another guard rushed at me, but I grabbed his fist in my left hand, put my right hand under his elbow and broke his arm as I spun him to the ground next to me.

“Anyone else?” I asked. “You want to fight me in hand-to-hand combat or face my magic?”

No one made a move toward me.

“Give me Trevin.” I walked closer to him. I held out my arms to take him from the king, but he clutched Trevin in his arms. “Give him to me now.”

“No,” he said, regaining his composure. “You won’t harm me while I’m holding him.”

“You’re using a baby as a shield against a girl? Still feeling manly, sire?” I laughed. My insides burned and I felt the power gaining in strength, but I didn’t want to hurt Trevin. I tried to picture Bryden, to calm the fires, even a little, but I couldn’t. All I could see was the king holding Trevin whether my eyes were opened or closed.

My hands began to shake and I curled my fingers into fists. I had to control myself or Trevin could get hurt.

“You won’t harm me and now we’re at an impasse. Do you leave without the child or do you cooperate with my guards and go into a cell in the dungeon?”

My arms shook and I tried to contain it, but I didn’t know how long I could keep it up.

“Give him to me. Now!” I said through gritted teeth.

“No.”

The fire sparked, nearing explosion and closed my eyes. If I let it loose now, Trevin could get hurt, along with innocent people in the crowd. I tried to focus on how they’d let Mags get away. No one had grabbed her and held her for the guards. Whether from shock or fear, they’d let her escape. I couldn’t hurt Trevin or any of them.

“Having trouble controlling yourself?” the king asked. “Or does the magic control you?”

I heard his laughter, but his voice was the only one. I pried my eyes open and looked around me. Everyone else hid or cowered away from me.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer or my body might rip apart like the explosions Bryden had rained down on us earlier. I looked down into the king’s arms at Trevin’s sweet, innocent face and forced myself to contain the magic that was screaming to get out of me. My arms shook, but I held my hands, crumpled up in fists at my side, refusing to let the fire explode again. I wouldn’t hurt Trevin. I wouldn’t. I kept repeating that to myself as my vision wavered and I fainted.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Lianne,” a voice whispered. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid the light would be too bright, but I was surrounded by darkness. Tiny streams of light poked through, but I didn’t know where they came from.

“Lianne, please wake up.”

Kellan.

I rolled over on my side and looked around. The scent of straw permeated my nose and dirt covered my clothes like a light blanket. The cell, like Mags’ or maybe the same one as hers, I couldn’t tell.

The events of the morning rushed back at me in flashes. Mags’ collapse. Aric’s severed head on the table. Albree’s fall to her death. Trevin in the king’s arms. I shook my head, hoping to clear it of the images I never wanted to see again.

I felt Kellan’s hand behind my head as he helped me sit up. I didn’t want to go too fast. I had no idea how long I’d been out and I was afraid I’d be too dizzy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten food or drank water. Everything was too fuzzy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. “Didn’t you get my note?” I was too confused to filter myself. There were too many thoughts swimming through my head for any of them to make much sense.

“I didn’t, but whatever it was we can talk about it later. You’re still here and you need a friend. Mags is gone. No one can find her and believe me, they dispatched almost the entire army to search for her.”

“Trevin?”

Kellan grinned. I didn’t feel the butterflies in my stomach like I used to. He was just another person to me now.

“Trevin is just fine. He’s with one of the midwives who delivered him. The king formally disowned him and then had him removed from the castle. But, he’s alive. You saved Mags and Trevin just like you wanted.”

I snorted. “But this wasn’t quite the ending I imagined for myself.”

Kellan drew me into his arms and hugged me. I patted him on the back, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully embrace him. Too much had happened to ever go back.

Over his shoulder I glanced around the cell. The door was closed and probably locked. The high grates didn’t show anything more than flickers of candlelight. I pulled back and looked at Kellan again.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

Kellan stood up and began to pace the cell. Specks of dirt flew through the air, disturbed by his heavy boots.

“I overslept this morning and guards arrived at my door and woke me up. They arrested me immediately, accusing me of treason against the king.”

I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Kellan. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you.”

“They also accused me of using magic to help you bring down the kingdom. Why would they think we have any magic? Everyone knows it was bled from our people after the war. You can use magic just about as well as Bryden can run a race.”

“Why do you always have to put him down?” I sighed. “What did he ever do to deserve it?”

Kellan stopped pacing and knelt down on the floor next to me.

“Why are you always defending him? What’s going on between the two of you?”

“Nothing,” I muttered. It was the truth. Bryden had decided to leave without me. Since he wasn’t in the cell with us, I could only guess he’d gotten away too. Maybe he and Mags were together, helping each other. “I just don’t like it when you tease him for no reason. He can’t help that his leg was injured. It wasn’t his fault and it isn’t nice to keep reminding everyone of it.”