Part 2
The longer I spent in my cage the more I began to see it as an extension of my soul. I certainly had the time to reflect on all I had done. Not all of my thoughts were of myself, of course. Aria and the witch held equal attention. In my less morose moments, I could even convince myself that I could win back all I had lost. At such times, I would dream of slaying the witch and presenting her head before Lord Talonverial. I would be cleansed by the cries of veneration, the stain of my crime washed away by redemption. Then, my dream would change. Instead, I stood beside the witch, both of us laughing as we stood on the cliffs watching the forest below turn on the Asrai in a frenzy of blood and slaughter. Aria was beside me, holding my hand and when the last elf’s blood was spilled, she would kiss me as she had done before. Then with the taste of her still on my lips, she would shove me off the cliff.
The dream always ended the same; the witch made sure of that.
Would you like something to drink? You don’t look well. They had hauled me into the Witch’s tent the moment I had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep. No doubt she had orchestrated their cruel timing.
I must admit, she continued,
I was surprised that you so proudly announced your treachery in the great hall, not concerned, naturally, but surprised. I wish to confirm the source of your sudden selflessness. She produced a bottle of wine and poured a glass for herself. She brought the cup to her perfect lips and took a delicate sip before placing the cup in my hand. Her cool fingers lingered upon my own.
Do you find me as beautiful as she? My hand began to tremble so she held it tighter and brought the cup to my lips. I found I could not stop her. The witch was obviously pleased for after I drank she smiled and kissed me.
Did Aria kiss you like this? She whispered.
She has another now, you know. Again her lips met mine and again I could do nothing.
It would seem forgetting you took far less effort than falling in love with you. A tear ran down my cheek. The witch laughed and to both my relief and alarming displeasure, broke her enchantment and bid me to sit. I had only the strength to collapse to the floor.
Now, tell me why you would betray me? Had I not given you that which could never be yours? Her expression had become cold and dangerous, but I was finished with lies and her taunting of me had emboldened me beyond reason.
Because I know what you are, who you are. My exhaustion made my intended defiance sound quite pathetic to my ears.
And who is it you think I am? I felt a small satisfaction in managing a smile when I answered.
You are Drycha. The speed at which she moved was surreal, but the pain she inflicted upon me was very real indeed. Her grip around my throat was crushing and the tips of her fingers had become sharp shards of bark that dug painfully into my skin.
That shall be the final time you will speak that name in your perverted tongue. She tossed me to the opposite side of the tent as though I were nothing more than a fist-full of fletching feathers. When she came and stood over me her flesh and voice were soft once more.
No, Calanan, were I her, I would not have given you wine, but rather served you your own blood. I was in no condition to voice my skepticism, my head had struck the corner of a chest as I had fallen and it was throbbing terribly.
Besides, all now believe you to be a deceiver, a purveyor of untruths and corruption. Not a very original design, true, but a tried and tested one. Do you know what I find the most amusing of all? All of your life spent preaching and warning against the very weakness that would ultimately corrupt your own pitiful soul. That is how you will be remembered, that is your fate. Though, I have the utmost confidence that you will do your very best to change it. You, Calanan, will always want for the impossible. My head had begun to ache less, or perhaps my anger had been stronger than the pain.
It seems we both share that same flaw, I managed. The witch’s lips curled into a wicked grin.
And yet, the success of one woman will grant us both what we desire.
I had no idea what she had said to convince them, but the next morning I was among those riding out in chase of Aria.
Day 1
The first day of riding had not been easy. The Mage Lord commanding the small force had set a desperate pace. Had I left the camp well fed, rested and uninjured, I might have managed along with the rest, but it was all I could do just to stay on my horse. And yet, the misery I felt the first day was nothing compared to the horrors of the second and third, when the dead awoke and the sky fell.
Day 2
Cold, misery and hate, they hung in the air like a palpable malevolence. The horses’ stamped at the ground and rolled their eyes back into their heads. The giant birds of prey bit viciously at their riders, refusing to fly into the cruel sky and cutting rain. Even the wolves, creatures of the night, growled fearful warnings into the dark.
Why had Aria come to such a place? This was a place of despair, of death.
The mage, Valnafein, was the first to push onwards into the black heart of the evil. He spurred his mount forwards until he stood before a gate of twisted and cruelly wrought iron. There he stopped and turned to face us.
Brothers! Sisters! Brethren of Seth! Our Lord has bid us to find his Aria, his sun and air, our Princess! I go forward! I hunt with Kurunous! I am unafraid! Valnafein’s lion mount roared in defiance of whatever foul creatures lurked amid the mist that had somehow surrounded us. The Asrai around me took up the great beast’s call in what soon became a chorus of determined battle cries.
As if to mock our bravado, the gates opened. The dead welcomed us.
To be continued…
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