Wings of Nestor (25 page)

“
Now
he sprouts wings,” Emane grumbled.

“It suited my purposes.”

Kiora wasn’t listening to their banter as she made her way down the hall in the direction she knew the throne room to be. Nervous excitement wrapped around her. She was both giddy and terrified all at the same time. Everything rested on what happened next. Her eyes ran over the marble floors and pillars. It was exactly as she dreamed it.

Lomay touched her elbow. “Doing all right?” he whispered as the other three bickered behind them.

“It is just strange to be here,” she said. “I have seen it so many times before. It feels different than I thought it would.”

Lomay nodded. “Strong presences—both good and evil—leave their mark. Their essence permeates their surroundings. This was once the home of all the Creators. You can still feel their presence even after all these years.”

The hall opened up into the main throne room, silencing the three behind her. The windows she had seen Nestor look out of in her visions were now dark with the mud that surrounded the palace. The thrones were simple—more like high-backed chairs. She appreciated that. They were carved beautifully, with scrolling arms and claw feet, but a far cry from the extravagance of the throne in Meros.

She walked straight to the far end of the room. Placing her hand on the wall, she whispered an incantation Nestor had shown her. Stepping back, she watched expectantly as the wall shimmered, exposing a magnificent set of Wings.

They were taller than any of the Wings she had seen, stretching out wider as well. The feathers were as long as her arm and the gold glittered in the light with a rich intensity. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Emane’s mouth hanging open while Alcander and Drustan had both taken a knee, heads bowed in respect. Lomay placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Ready?”

She summoned the book, not willing to make any mistakes with the spell. She glanced at Lomay. “Do you want to do it?”

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “No, my child. This is yours and yours alone. The only way to learn is to do.” He jerked his head toward the Wings. “Let us see where she has hidden the Lights.”

Taking a deep breath, she opened the book as Alcander, Emane, and Drustan moved forward, forming a semicircle around the Wings. Reaching out her hand, she tentatively repeated the spell, watching her pronunciation and periodically looking to Lomay. Her nerves rose with each second. This was the turning point—everything had to go right. As she finished the final word, a glimmering web of light leaped out from her fingertips, surrounding them and the Wings.

“Hold your concentration, Kiora.” Lomay said. “Let us check the strength.” Stepping out of the blocking spell, he threw a shot of magic stronger than Kiora knew he was capable of. It roared forward and slammed into the block she created with a crack that thundered through the throne room. Kiora steeled herself as the magic rolled around the circle before dissipating into nothing.

“Very good,” Lomay said. “No matter what happens, hold it. And be aware of your magic levels. With you inside the block, you won’t be able to replenish—another reason this spell is so limited.”

“I understand.” She was about ready to ask the Wings where the Lights were when a sound from above drew their attention up. A thud, followed by a muted scraping.

“What is that?” Emane asked, his eyes darting around the ceiling.

“The diggers,” Alcander said. “They are getting closer.”

This could not be happening. After all this time, Jasmine was about to find the palace—with them locked inside it. “Show us the Lights,” Kiora demanded.

The Wings immediately responded, flaring so brightly Kiora almost lost hold of the block. The group turned their heads, throwing their arms over their eyes.

The light subsided and Kiora looked back to see the Shadow flying over the land, just as she had seen in the Wings of Tavea. They watched it slam into the sand dune, burying the Light deep within. Jasmine wrapped the Light in cords and it went out. It flared again only under Jasmine’s touch, sending power up her arm, giving her immortality.

The Wings switched to the next hiding place as a scream erupted around the throne room, black magic showering over her block. The cold seeped into her as Jasmine’s power tried to penetrate, but couldn’t get through.

The Wings showed the Shadow gliding down a street that looked familiar.

Alcander’s shocked step forward let her know where she had seen this place before. Tavea
.

The Shadow moved through the streets and around the castle to a large stone building in the back, the one Kiora had noticed from the sky with the orb sitting atop. The doors swung open before Jasmine and she disappeared inside.

“What is that?” Kiora asked.

“The royal crypt,” Alcander said, his voice shaking. The Shadow sank through a door in the floor that stood wide open. “What? That is never open!”

Kiora glanced to Alcander in confusion as another round of Jasmine’s power accosted her block.

Lomay answered everyone’s unspoken question. “The bones of the first Tavean king lie in that crypt. It is the most sacred site in Tavea and only accessible with the staff. The bones of the king and the staff are connected, allowing the kings to draw from its power if needed.”

The Shadow slid inside, wrapping another one of the Lights in cords before laying it in the glass coffin of the first Tavean king.

“How did she open that door?” Alcander demanded, louder this time.

“Alcander, no!” Kiora yelled as the Wings stuttered with his question and redirected to answer.

The Wings focused in on the hills above Tavea. Jasmine stood, free of her shadowy covering, a red silk cloak billowing behind her. In front of her stood a Tavean.

“Aimon!” Alcander hissed. His uncle, the false king of Tavea.

“The Domats have become problematic,” Jasmine said. “I need a new hiding place for one of the Lights” Her eyes strayed down the hill, coming to rest on the crypt.

Aimon evaluated her, his hair already gone dark. “I can probably convince my brother to open the door. But I want something in return” Aimon tilted his head to the side, his mouth twisting. “I want Tavea. I want to be king.”

“And your brother?”

Aimon smirked. “I will deal with my brother.”

“And those who oppose you?”

“There are many prisons under the palace.”

Alcander’s attention jerked to Lomay, his eyes wide
.

Kiora was ready to ask the Wings where the next Light was hidden when the picture switched again.

“Remember,” Aimon whispered to a small army. “Give me time to get the king before you attack. Throw any who resist in the dungeons. Dispose of the royal family. No one must survive.” Aimon waved a hand over his hair, returning it to its previous white state before running into the castle.

Aimon and Alcander’s father ran toward the crypt as the dark-haired Taveans stormed the castle. As soon as the door was open, Aimon knocked the true king across the room, taking the staff from his hands before cracking it against the side of his head. The king was dead.

“Enough!” Alcander screamed. “Stop!” His whole body was shaking.

Kiora was starting to weaken. Her magic was going out, but by virtue of the spell, none was coming in. She couldn’t hold this forever. “Where are the rest of the Lights?” she asked the Wings.

The Wings focused back on the Shadow zipping across a snow-covered land devoid of trees.

Above them, a clang sounded through the room as something metal connected with the roof of the palace.

Kiora looked up as the tool hit again, reverberating through the room. They had to get out before…She didn’t finish her thought before the palace jostled.

The Wings showed the Shadow still flowing over snow, mountain peaks coming into view in the distance
.

Kiora could feel things shifting under their feet and then she was free-falling as the entire palace dropped through the earth. Kiora started to scream before remembering the stakes. She shoved all her energy into the block.

The Wings were still replaying what she had asked as the palace jerked to a sudden stop. Everyone was knocked off their feet and sent rolling across the marble floor like toys. Emane collided with Kiora first, followed by Drustan’s head connecting with hers with a crack
.
The block failed instantly.

Seeing spots, Kiora pushed Drustan to the side, frantically trying to reestablish the spell. But it was too late. A laugh swirled in and the Wings turned black. Jasmine had done it, just as she had with the Wings of Tavea. All evidence of Jasmine and where she hid the Lights was gone, wiped from the only remaining record.

Kiora ran to the Wings. “Show me the Lights!” she demanded. Only black.

“It’s no use, Kiora. It’s gone,” Lomay said from behind her.

“No.” She slammed her hands into the Wings. “No!”

Lomay looked up to the ceiling. “That explains why Jasmine can’t get to the palace. Every time they find it, it sinks.”

“Where do we go from here?” Drustan asked gently from behind her.

Kiora’s fingers slid off the gold feathers, tears running down her cheeks. She had failed. It was her fault. They only knew where two of the Lights were, but maybe…She wiped her cheeks with the backs of her hands. “We have to get what we can. If we can get the two Lights we know about, it will weaken her. And maybe with those Lights, we can find the power to track down the rest.” She was grasping at straws, but she didn’t care. “We go to Tavea first.”

Alcander gave a deliberate, dangerous nod.

“Kiora, Tavea is a stronghold,” Drustan said.

“Yes, a stronghold that is probably holding Taveans who are on our side.” Whirling back to the Wings, she said, “Show me the dungeons of Tavea.”

Since Aimon, not the Shadow, had been the one to imprison the people, the record remained and the Wings obliged, showing a dismal world of underfed, dirty, but completely light-haired Taveans.

Alcander strode murderously toward the Wings, coming alongside Kiora. “Did you know they were there?” he demanded, turning on Lomay. “Did you?”

“No.” Lomay shook his head. “When Tavea fell, I assumed as you did—that all those left inside had turned.”

“My people will not suffer anymore,” Alcander breathed. “We will get them out.”

Lomay looked tired as he slumped forward. “And your uncle?”

“I’m going to kill him.”

The lethality in his tone made Kiora shiver.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Found

KIORA!
ARTURO’S VOICE INTERRUPTED.
The boundary is faltering—the Shadow is coming.

Get out of there, Arturo. Now!

I will lead them straight to you.

It doesn’t matter. Your thread will be exposed in a minute anyway. Get high enough that they can’t find you. Drustan will get the rest of us out.

Kiora swallowed. They were in trouble. “The Shadow is coming. We need to get out of here. Drustan, can you get us back up this tunnel? Fast?”

Drustan began shifting immediately. “I can’t take all four,” he said as his mouth elongated into a black muzzle. “We won’t fit through the tunnel on a creature that size.”

“I’ll travel myself,” Lomay said before vanishing.

What she wouldn’t give to be able to do that.

Drustan, now a large black dog, stood taller than Kiora.

“Get on,” he growled.

He galloped off, his claws clicking across the polished marble floor as they left the throne room and made a quick turn back into the tunnel that was now even steeper than before. His powerful legs slogged awkwardly through the mud. His long limbs and the extra weight he carried caused him to sink into the water-logged earth.

The sinking of the palace had sent them even closer to the water table—each of Drustan’s imprints filled immediately with brown water. The moments dragged on as he struggled until he finally scrambled up onto firmer ground and tore through the tunnel. Kiora pushed fire into her hand, holding it out as best as she could to light the path.

They are coming, Kiora. A patrol from the slave camp.

Lomay stood just to the corner of the exit, his head cocked to the side.

Kiora leaped off Drustan. “We have to hurry,” she shouted. “The patrol is almost —” Her words were abruptly cut off as she smashed into an invisible wall. She bounced backwards, her face stinging from the impact.

Lomay reached out, tapping at whatever she had just run into. “It is sealed.”

Kiora rubbed her sore nose. “You could have mentioned that a moment ago,” she snapped.

Lomay was still examining the wall. “I wasn’t expecting you to run at it,” he murmured. “My apologies.”

“We have to get out of here. We don’t have time for this!”

Lomay stepped out of the way as Kiora held out her hands, throwing a burst of magic. The wall flashed white and then returned to its previous see-through state.

“As I suspected.” Lomay smiled. “It absorbs magic. Brilliant.”

“But why would Nestor lock us in here?” Emane asked.

“For our own protection, I would imagine,” Lomay said as Tavean and Shifter slave guards began pouring into the temple room.

Kiora held her breath as the first few scanned the room before spreading out. No one seemed to notice the five of them standing a few feet away.

“They can’t see us,” Alcander said. “Why?”

Lomay shrugged. “I have never seen anything like this. Nestor placed some extraordinary feats of magic in his plan. Every step amazes me. This wall was designed to open for the Solus and only the Solus. Now it looks as if it is protecting her when danger approaches.”

The room was now packed with both Shifters and Taveans as a dark, swirling shadow slid down the stairs. Although the room was full of her followers, it was obvious none of them had seen her before. They stared at Jasmine’s shadowy covering, some with rapt awe, others with ill-hidden terror.