Fantasy Diplomatic Games

[_Annalise_]

Ann rose from her position in front of the tree and walked towards Boreas, a question in her eyes as she watched Djac stalk away.

"Djac?!" She called worriedly and started after him, but Boreas grabbed her arm, holding her rooted to the spot. Annalise whirled, her eyes narrowing. "Let go! What did you do, Boreas?"

"I wanted to know why the hell some no name from the lowly fire realms was sniffing after you when he isn't even worthy enough to look you in the eyes! And now I know!"

Her jaw dropped and without thinking, she lifted her free hand and slapped him, hard enough to make her palm sting, but at least it caught him off guard enough to drop her arm.

"Why you little bitc.."

She raised her hand to do it again, but he was more prepared this time and caught it. Still, she wasn't done with him yet, and her blue eyes sparked with rage. "He is NOT a no name and he has every right to be here just as the rest of us!"

Boreas' eyes narrowed and he tugged her forward. "Do you forget who you are and where your responsibilities lie? What hold does he have over you?"

Annalise jerked her arm free and poked him in the chest. "That's just it Boreas! He has no hold. He is the only person in this gods forsaken world that has asked me for nothing. NOTHING! The rest of you expect everything from me. Every time I turn around I have to give a part of myself...to ALL of you! But not him..."

Boreas' gasped. "You are besotted with him...."

"He has been a friend, when no one else has. Gods, are you all so greedy that you would not even give me that? I know my duty Boreas. I have never shirked it, nor do I intend to. Your meddling in this is uncalled for and disgusting." Leaning forward, she whispered menacingly. "I don't care how you do it, but get him back here."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she shoved him. "...I only have one more hour until dawn and everyone will arrive. ALL elements will need to be present. So if you caused him to leave, my failure in this is on your conscience. Not mine...and certainly not his."

They stared at each other some moments before he strode off and she walked to the little campsite to prepare. She wanted to go after Djac herself, but there wasn't much more time, and she wasn't quite sure after what Boreas pulled he would want to see her. Ann poured water from a flask and hurriedly washed the best she could. Was Boreas right? Was she besotted? Ann froze, dread filling her heart. No...no, her head shook. It was simply a strengthening friendship. She hadn't had one of those before, so the connection she felt...well...it had to be normal, right?
"Ahh, there's no time to think of this right now." patting around until she found her small satchel, she hid herself in the alcove and changed, trying to compose herself the best she could until the small group arrived.

The hour passed quickly, and Ann's heart seemed to get louder as the minutes droned on. Finally she heard footsteps behind her, but didn't turn, staying knelt before the valley with her eyes closed. Just as she felt the sun begin to crest, she rose and walked slowly out towards the tree. Her shoulders and arms were bare as were her feet, and wore no adornments other than a simple white sheath and a dagger belted at her waist. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing existed except for her and the ground where she stood. Stopping, she stared at the tree that lay barren and weeping in front of them all, and softly began to sing. A lilting cadence echoed across the valley, an apology, a mother's plea. Her tones rose and fell in a mesmerizing cadence and she started slowly moving around to form a circle some feet from the roots. Her hands cupped into a ball, the outside of her thumbs lifting to touch her lips, then...just as the palms parted a swirling ball of water formed from what she had breathed inside, suspended in the air, whites and blues circling over and over again, an infant storm that grew larger and stronger with the encouragement of its' mothers song until finally it split into four orbs. Annalise's head bowed, her fingers weaving keys of ancient runes that had long since lay dormant. A tear slid down her cheek, unnoticed as the orbs began glowing, like fire was burning within them. Faster and faster and faster it swirled, her voice rising with it, until the four burst and slammed into the ground around her, the ancient signs of the four elements shimmering in golden life, a stark contrast against the pearly white of the ground.

Her voice softened then, as she backed away until she stood over the water rune. Life, she had felt life. Like starving tentacles desperate for sustenance she felt it crawl up her legs, rooting her to her ancestral sign, and her voice became breathless, pain shooting up her spine until she wondered if she was being torn apart.

Clouds began to form overhead, darkness building and building until any sign of daylight was gone and power crackled with lightning across the sky, a rumble of thunder shaking the ground beneath them. Dead languages of all four castes escaped her song, so sure in themselves and their journey that it felt like another singing beside of her. 'Set us free...' words surrounded the audience and as Ann spread her arms in offering, the skies burst, rain hurling itself towards the ground, but stopping right before it hit.

Hovering above the ground like diamonds shimmering against black velvet, it brightened the atmosphere so that Ann could be seen again, and beside her, two golden figures, their features unnoticeable, but their lips had parted to match the fervor of her song. Water ancestors. Together the three of their voices rose and fell in haunting echoes, and then as suddenly as it began, there was a deathly silence. Suspense was heavy as Ann opened her eyes, the orbs matching the shimmering of the hovered rain around them.

One by one, called, more golden images walked from the darkness into the circle to stand behind their runes. But they did not speak and inside her mind, she heard the voice of her mother, singing gently to her. 'They must all stand trial here...'

A shaky inhale. Once, twice. The suspense felt heavy, like a wet blanket wrapping around her, as Ann opened her eyes, the orbs matching the shimmering of the hovered rain around them. Her gaze went to Terra first, nodding, a gentle call to her for encouragement and Terra, as though in a daze, left Nikolas's side and joined Annalise, stepping upon the earth rune.

Now Fire... Deep inside of herself, she registered momentary panic. What if he had not returned? But her eyes shot to his as if bidden to do so and their gazes locked. Relief. A call, just as she had done to Terra was on her lips, but she held back, not wanting to use such against him. No coercion, no tricks of power, just his own will was what mattered right now. So she remained silent, and instead, a hand lifted, palm up, eyes questioning. 'Will you come?'

There may have been a small hesitation, she couldn't be sure, but she felt herself breath again as he slowly walked forward and upon the fire rune.

One left. And the epitome of dread itself. Pulling every last bit of strength within her body, she sought connection, and called. "Air.....Come to me...I know you are there."

Silence, and then the fabric of atmosphere around them seemed to split. A blinding light opening and a tall, imposing figure stepping through. Eyes, black as midnight bore into hers as he shut the portal. And she knew, without a doubt, that she would pay for calling him. Aeolous, the air king, was never summoned. He brushed his gaze across each of them, almost bored, but stepped over the air sign. Ann knew his curiosity was the only thing that would keep him from leaving.

Almost immediately as they all were in their final places, a cone of wind, rain and fire sprang up around them in a swirling mass of contained power, hiding them from the group beyond, and the golden faceless figures pressed close, pulling them into a circle. Faster and faster it whirled, shooting up into the sky and pressing inward until all the others disappeared and she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. Her body felt as though it was being torn in all directions, and lifted from the ground. She would have screamed if she had the energy left to do so, but was helpless against all else but to go limp.

All of a sudden a terrifying sound, like an explosion rang in her ears and they were all thrown backwards towards the ground. Then as quickly as it came, it vanished.

Silence greeted her as she lay on the ground, and cracking one eye open in apprehension, she glanced around. The storm had passed, but still a soft haze remained, almost dreamlike. Gingerly she moved to sit up, rubbing the back of her head, seeing the others do the same. Looking towards the cliff, the group was no where to be found and alarm rose, a sharp bile in the back of her throat as she realized strangers surrounded them. They were not where they were, but neither had they gone anywhere. "Oh my gods..."

"Yes." Aeolus's voice was dry with disdain as he stood and brushed at his robes. "It looks like you found the string of time and pulled on it." Dark eyes narrowed. "Maybe you and I need to have a little talk about just what you think you are doing...and how you are going to get us back."

"Perhaps you might let the lady catch her breath first, and then we will all speak of it, since it looks like you have traveled far..." A voice, quiet yet commanding came from over Aeolus's shoulder, and as he stepped out of the way to see who dared to have questioned him, a man in unassuming black robes stepped forward. His face was tanned, his beard trimmed neatly, and his hair was bound beneath a turban. Upon his face, dark tattoos graced his cheeks. Fire runes. He smiled, pleasantly enough to not to be frightening, but Ann could sense there was a great deal of underlying power there. Coming from behind him, others of all the four elemental castes, and a small, pretty woman patted his shoulder, giving Ann a smile.

"Do not be afraid. My name is Saffia. You all are here because you called us..."

 

[Gray Sage]

The woods were cold in the early morning. Djac shivered, sitting on the fallen tree in the silence of the forest. In the height of his frustration, he had considered stepping into the shadows, trudging deeper and deeper into darkness to find a path that would take him back to the fire realm. He had stayed though. Something like a promise kept him.

His anger hadn’t subsided, but his humiliation and self-loathing were louder. It wasn’t as if he had had control over his subconscious. Nor had he done anything to hurt the princess, other than to embarrass her. What surprised him most though, as he sat thinking, was how unworthy he felt.

He did not seriously think he was developing feelings for Annalise. How could he? They hadn’t known each other for more than a few days. He respected her, he valued her friendship. That was all. He could never actually bring himself to… pursue her. It wouldn’t be right.

Thinking back on his dream, he felt queasy, hoping against hope that Annalise would never learn of it. She would laugh at him. It wasn’t even like he was even hoping for such a scenario! It was just momentary confusion. Everyone kept suggesting that Water and Fire should be together, planting the idea that he and Annalise were destined for each other and it was messing with his head! Boreas had no idea what he was talking about! Annalise was no different than any of the others he ever dreamt about, and he should have no reason to let it affect him this way!

He stood from his sitting perch, letting moonlight guide him back to the camp outside the mountain pass.

Strange though, he thought as he walked, how much dreams stay with us, even after we wake. The embarrassment may still have lingered, but so did Alise’s kiss.

Djac rolled his eyes at himself. Waxing poetic tonight, are we?

The camp was waking when Djac came upon it. The sky was in early twilight, but the sun had not yet risen, on time to answer Annalise’s bid to return by dawn. Djac scanned the camp, spotting his companions outside their tent.

Terra sat on the ground, Nik in front of her. They were in hushed conversation, looking deeply into the other’s eyes. It struck him though, how tenderly they touched each other; Nik’s thumb stroked Terra’s cheek, and she held his wrist in place, planting a small kiss on his knuckles. A comforting gesture, with the look of worry in their stares. A rush of warmth filled Djac as he observed them, never having noticed that the two seemed to be very much in love.

He suddenly had sympathy toward Terra too. Looking at her was like watching a mother whose child was dying. The grief was etched into her features, the anxiety plain as day. She may have been eccentric, but she clearly cared whether Annalise succeeded.

“Djac?” Nik rose from his position and started toward him. Djac snapped out of his thoughts.

“We’d better get going if we’re going to meet the princess before sunrise.” Djac interjected, hoping his staring wasn’t obvious. Nik nodded in agreement, and returned to help his wife up from her position.

“It’s a big day.” Djac gave Terra an encouraging smile. Terra didn’t attempt a smile in return. Djac placed a hand on Terra’s shoulder. “If you truly believe Annalise is who the prophecy speaks of, you need not worry. She will accomplish this and more.”

Djac’s own sensitivity surprised him. Maybe it was the lack of sleep.

“Hey Fire lord!” An irritating voice called out. Boreas approached smuggly. Djac’s jaw went tight at the sight of him, and the fire that remained in his veins begged to be released. “I’ve been looking for you. The princess wanted to make sure you hadn’t wandered too far. Seems to think you’ll be necessary for her to sing a song.”

Djac said nothing, not wanting to give Boreas any satisfaction, and started toward the passageway, toward Annalise. The walk back through the passageway was silent. A small group had followed him, all ready to bear witness to Annalise’s miracle.

They arrived just on time, the sun moments away from breaking the horizon. Annalise was kneeling toward the valley when they arrived, contemplative and silent. He dared not disturb her, even to reassure her of his presence. They waited.

Then, she began to sing. It was hypnotic and otherworldly. It did not have the same affect on him as it had back in Agnihar, but his heart began to crippled with anguish, buckling under the weight of his compassion. The words she sang were unintelligible, but he understood them well enough. It was a lament. It was a lullaby to a dying innocent. Pleading for their recovery.

Djac welled up with regret. Regret for his failures. Regret for his mistakes. Regret for his lack of empathy. His worthless life which had amounted to nothing. Hiding in the desert, ignoring the problems of others, playing his games and thinking of nothing and no one but himself. How could he have been so selfish? How could he let this world get to the point of such decay? It was his fault. All his fault.

He let the tears come freely, sick with sorrow. He had difficulty containing the sobs, wiping the tears with his thumbs. He hardly appreciated, or even noticed the incredible display of magic Annalise’s song was creating, and the implications of her movements.

The grief so consumed him, he didn’t realize that Terra had approached him until her hand gently slid into his. She too had tear streaked cheeks, though perhaps tears of a different kind. Nikolas beside her, a fierce pride and wonderment at Annalise’s display.

Terra’s hand prevented Djac from falling to his knees in despair. Her small gesture gave him unexpected courage, and the pain in his heart lessened ever so slightly. Just enough to go on. He wiped his eyes once more, and took in a deep breath.

As quickly as she appeared, she left his side, beckoned to Annalise’s side. It was then that he first noticed the markings on the ground.

Runes. Unmistakeable. Annalise turned to him, the look of the divine deep within her eyes. She was a marvel. With that look, he knew exactly what to do. He looked at the rune, briefly contemplating if he was worthy to step over it. But if not him, then who would come to Annalise’s aid?

With little confidence and much determination, he took his place beside her. As he stepped on the rune, he felt the familiar sensation of fire burning at his feet, though no flame was in sight. Unease filled his nerves. This was ancient magic. Fire that burned for thousands upon thousands of years. Deep. Powerful. Wrathful.

Voices began to whisper to him the secrets of the flame. Like candles flickering in his mind began to comprehend fire as a creed, a philosophy, dance, a mathematical formula, a mediation, an art, a weapon, a life force. Rituals, spells, practices, movements, soul crushing discipline that would unlock the power of fire manipulation, the shadow realm, and every other secret of the fire realm began to swarm his thoughts.

He felt like he barely floating above a waterline, the wisdom of the rune trying to down him when a tear in the fabric of reality tore his mind away from fire. A man seemed to step through the air itself, joining their incomplete group of elementals.

The portal closed, and Djac seemed to know who this man was without any introduction. He was much too powerful to be mistaken. Aeolus stepped on his rune, and Djac could feel the electric sting in the air, a sign that the circle was complete. An explosion of power burst forth. The elements swirled around them, and Djac became privy to the audience of golden figures who he somehow knew had been there all along.

The wave of energy ruptured, hurtling Djac and the others across the room. Djac landed hard but unharmed. His ears rang in the sudden silence, shaking his head to get a bearing on his surroundings.

Aeolus’ harsh voice was the first thing to greet Djac in his disorientation, his reprimand of Annalise already providing an uncomplimentary character for the Wind King.

But they were not alone. The man called Saffia stepped out first. Djac looked around at the group of strangers, each of them dressed in a velvety black, befitting the solemnity and nearly religious presence they presented.

Saffia with the fire runes, a blonde with razor sharp bone structure, another woman with cropped, jet black hair, a young man with a shaved head and look of wisdom well beyond his years. Each of them radiated a power unmistakable from their caste, the realm they proudly represented.

Close to a dozen others surrounded them on the cliff, but Djac stopped noticing them when his eye was caught by the view. Beyond the cliff, the late morning shone over a green and plentiful land, teaming with water and life. The wasteland was now a paradise.

 

[_Annalise_]

Annalise sat where she had landed. Her mind was a fog, her skin felt paper thin and sensitive to the currents around them. Swallowing, she crossed her arms around herself, realizing she had used all the stored power within her as she felt the burn within her throat. Aeolus's voice crept over her like a knife against rock, and her nose wrinkled against the prickles of pain that his tone caused to pierce her head. Gods but she hated his voice. His irritation wasn't a surprise to her at least, she knew exactly what would happen when she had called for him, but hadn't, for the life of her, been able to find away around it.

"Do not be afraid..."

Hysterical amusement, unbidden, tightened her chest. Fear was becoming such a common feeling she wasn't sure what separated it from normalcy anymore.

"I am called Talia. Here, drink this...it will help." The blond knelt in front of her and pulled a leather flask from her robes, pouring water into a cup. Ann accepted it with a grateful smile, eagerly putting it to her lips and drawing the cool liquid into her parched throat. Life flowed into her, cool and clear, helping to ease her aches and she touched her fingers to her chin and sweeping them outwards to the woman, a sign of thanks. She needed to save her voice.

Blue eyes, so much like her own, crinkled in gentle sympathy, signed back, and realizing she was in the presence of another water elemental, Ann's shoulders dropped in relief. Cool hands touched her cheeks and brought her face close, touching forehead to forehead, nose to nose. 'I see you. You are here. You are safe'.

Ann breathed it in, feeling the connection, the familiarity. An ancestor. Pulling back, they shared an understanding smile and Talia helped her to stand, keeping a careful grip on her elbow to steady her. Scanning her eyes around the group, she saw Tera, who looked a little dazed, but unhurt, and then Djac. A sigh of relief shook through her. It had worked. They had come through it safely.

Saffia placed a hand to his heart and then gestured around to all of them. "You all are indeed safe." He spoke, as though mirroring Ann's thoughts. "May I introduce the others? Talia," the fire element nodded to the blond, "Amaya, " the woman with the cropped hair inclined her head, exuding a kind of refined elegance, "and then Damek." The other man gave a gentle smile.

Terra, glanced around them, clearly overcome with the abundance of life they were seeing. "May I ask where we are?"

Damek stepped forward as the others looked to him. "You are neither here nor there. Not the past, nor the present. This is...." His hand swept around "This is simply what was, and what can be..." He laughed softly seeing confusion. "There is unfortunately not a clear definition of 'here'. Or...none that can be explained easily, or timely, that is."

Amaya's lips twisted in amusement. "What took place, allowed us to open a small pocket of time for you to....step through, for lack of a better word. We exist as you do...just in a different thread of space."

Across from Ann, Aeolus pressed his lips together in disdain. "Well...as interesting as all this is. Can someone please let us know why we are here and how we get back?"

Talia squeezed her arm comfortingly. "When what you seek has been found, then your time will start again."

Aeolous' features turned dark with annoyance and Annalise wondered just when he would explode.

"That can wait for a little while. For now, you all have spent a lot of energy. You need rest and sustenance. Come, sit with us. We will have a fire and convene just across the valley. Minds clear when emotions are stable again." Saffia spoke calmly.

The group began moving forward, but Aeolus caught Ann's arm, effectively stopping her and Talia. "I wish to speak with you. Alone."

Her gaze met Talia's questioning one, and Ann gave a nod. She would be alright. Aeolous surely wasn't stupid enough to try something here.

Patting her hand, the blond cast a curious look to the air king and walked away to join the others.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Djac pause, but Talia stopped to say a quiet word with him, encouraging him to continue on.

Waiting until everyone was out of earshot, she steeled herself and glanced upward, meeting Aeolus' dark glare.

"I had heard rumors that the little water princess was showing a rare rebellion, but obviously I refused to believe such rumors regarding my intended." His voice was cool. "However, much to my disappointment, I am realizing there is some truth in those words. So won't you please confirm my suspicions, my dear, and tell me just what you are planning in that little head of yours... And do not lie to me. I detest lies."

Her blood ran cold. He knew. She raised her chin. "After my many visits as diplomat to various kingdoms, and seeing just how dire circumstances have become, I think bringing back the council of four will help strengthen the elements and bring back what we are beginning to lose. There is so much death, Aeolus. Our lands are dying. Our people will die."

A myriad of emotions crossed his face. "Are you daft? That will never happen. And no bride of mine will ever even think of committing such a traitorous act. I forbid it."

Was he...was he giving her an order? Her nose wrinkled in indignation. "I am not married to you yet, my lord. Nor will I stop doing what has already been set in motion. My only regret was having to call on you to assist with this."

Aeolus gave a mirthless laugh. "You are in too deep princess. I only came when I was called, out of curiosity. To see if you are really as stupid as I was being led to believe. "

Her eyes narrowed and she stepped up to him. She remembered what it felt like, the rush of power and knowing flooding her body, and catching a tightening in his face, she gave a small smile of realization. "You came because you are scared, you know what I speak is truth."

A brow lifted. "Scared? Of you? You forget yourself, princess. I can fell you with one flick of my wrist".

"Perhaps. But it would be your last act. Even you and my father aren't exempt from the growing anger of the people."

His lips tightened menacingly. "And you would be their heroine, their martyr? Please. You aren't that powerful."

A laugh was pulled from her throat. "What you and my father do not understand, KING Aeolus...is that it has nothing to do with power. But everything to do with loyalty. The people are restless. They are tired of sitting and watching disease spread over the land. Waiting for the end to come while their Sovereigns do NOTHING but war amongst themselves in the name of greed. They will rise up to follow those who aim to save them."

He grabbed her upper arms, dipping his head until they were almost nose to nose, his words harsh. "Then they will die. As you will."

"Then so be it. At least then I will get to rest. But remember, Kings and Queens exist only because of their people. And there is only a people because of the elements thriving. I will die knowing I fought to save it. You, on the other hand, will die alone and miserable and your soul damned into eternity..."

She could tell he wanted to slap her. His jaw went rigid, dark eyes dilating and she felt his nails biting into her flesh. It took everything in her not to flinch.

"Before this is over..." his voice was hushed and ragged "I will take everything you care about from you, Annalise of Crethea, until you are on your knees begging me to stop..."

"Aeolus!"

He glared at her a moment longer before slowly turning his head to look. It was the dark haired woman Amaya, the air element.

"Come. Walk with me." Her tone was calm, but Ann could tell it wasn't a question.

His bruising grip dropped from her then, and with one more warning glance, he stepped back and walked away.

Amaya, looked her way briefly before following.

Ann stood there until they were out of sight. It washed over her then, finally, that she wouldn't live through this. Perhaps her mind had hope in the beginning, but now...now there was just resignation. And a spark of what...relief? That there would be an end to this? She turned and made her way back to where the others in her small group had disappeared too, finding them all in various forms of conversation around a gentle glowing flame. Talia brought her another glass of liquid, but seeing her face, left her alone for the time being, moving back to speak with Terra. Sinking to a pile of furs by the fire, she stared into it, wondering why the heat from it didn't touch the chill that was spreading throughout her body. Aeolus was powerful. If he made threats, he kept them. Ann knew without a doubt that if he had an inkling of anything important to her, it would cease to exist as soon as he got the chance. Her eyes lifted, touching first on Terra and then moving until she met Djac's gaze across the fire. Absently, she rubbed her arms, willing warmth. She couldn't allow herself to care. Her jaw tightened resolutely. She needed to find a way to get Djac back home. And quickly.

 

[Gray Sage]

Saffia started to lead the way toward the small base camp when the Wind King grabbed Annalise’s arm. Djac froze, eyeing the situation with a sudden urge to burn that hand which gripped the princess.

The woman Amaya intervened before he had the chance, however, and a gentle hand touched Djac’s shoulder.

“Let them sort it. I wish to speak with you.” Saffia spoke so only Djac could hear. With Amaya having pacified the situation, Djac relented, and followed Saffia toward the fire.

It was a short little hike, taking them down a winding path out of the cave and into the green valley below. A chilly but humid forest welcomed them, smelling of fresh rain. Terra sat down around the fire, a look of bewilderment in her eyes. She looked lost and afraid. Talia sat beside her and took her hand. It looked like a daughter comforting her mother.

“Come with me.” Saffia broke his concentration and gestured to a short path that led away from the camp and further into the trees. Djac obeyed, curiosity getting the better of him, though no less afeared at what Saffia intended to speak to him.

They did not walk long. Enough to be well out of earshot of Terra, Talia, and Damek, but close enough that a shout would still get their attention. Saffia turned on his heel and offered his forearm out to Djac. It was a common greeting still used in the fire realm, and Djac accepted the greeting, clutching Saffia’s arm. As soon as their arms connected, they erupted in fire, burning an enchanting teal, flickering with a bright purple.

Djac was startled but fascinated, especially since he suddenly felt a deep connection with Saffia, making him like an old friend who Djac admired and respected. It was like his sinuses cleared and his legs turned to gel. He looked at Saffia in shock.

“In this history of fire, there have been less than one hundred Fire Elements who can share their internal fire and build a pathway of connection with another.” Saffia said darkly. “I do not have much time, so listen carefully.” Saffia’s grip on Djac tightened and he pulled him closer.

“The princess may have opened up this channel to past lives in order to heal the four elements, but I am telling you, your responsibility is in repairing the Fire Realm. You are wasting your time and energy and talents with her in this foolish quest to right all the wrongs of the world. Your people need you, and you could lead them Djac.” If it was possible, Saffia’s grip got even tighter, causing pain to spasm in Djac’s muscles. “You must lead them.”

“Me? Who am I to lead those people? Why should they listen to me?”

“You will learn the words to say. And they will follow.” Saffia’s statements were so definitive, so sincere, Djac almost believed them himself. “A time is coming when the other elements will extinguish the hearth that burns within your land, the Fire Elements will go extinct, and the world will fall. A time of unbalance will grip humanity, and they will tear themselves apart. Fire. Must. Not. Fall.”

Djac’s heart beat unsteadily and his mouth went dry. Saffia’s eyebrow lifted, the intensity in his voice never wavering. “Fire must rise. It must burn brightly if the world is ever to be balanced again.” Saffia’s grip on Djac’s arm pulsed, reinforcing the connection of trust he felt with Saffia, and the words he was saying to Djac stuck with him like a scar.

“You are more rare than you may ever realize, it makes you capable of changing the world. You can do great things, Djacar Shariq-Khaled of IshFahar.” A chill ripped through Djac’s spine, so powerful it nearly hurt as Saffia relayed his full name. Until that moment, he never knew the meaning of Shariq-Khaled, but in this little pocket of time that Annalise had brought him to, he was privy to the wisdom and knowledge of his ancestors.

The Sun Eternal.

“You will do great things, my son.” Saffia dropped Djac’s arm. Djac took in a deep breath, fear constricting every muscle. Saffia turned back to the path they had just walked, and headed back toward camp.

Djac felt drained of blood, a massive burden of responsibility suddenly weighing on him like a mountain.

He walked back to the camp in a daze. Sitting in front of the fire, he stared absentmindedly into the flames. Annalise entered the campsite soon after. Distracted as he was, it was impossible not to notice her ashen white face. His anger might have turned brighter against the King Aeolus for whatever he did to make her look so sickly, but his anxiety overruled it.

Djac locked eyes with Annalise as she lay on the other side of the fire, amid a pile of furs. His heart skipped a beat at her gaze.

She shivered under her furs, her teeth even beginning to chatter. Her discomfort was suddenly a source of great irritation for him. The longer she laid there in her chill, the more annoyed he became.

He would have go back to the fire realm.

Perhaps I should make the fire bigger.

Claim this authority Saffia seemed to think he had.

Why is she so cold?

He would do right by his people.

Shouldn’t the furs have heated her a little by now?

The corrupt and wicked leaders of the fire realms would have to answer for their crimes.

Gods! Her incessant chattering teeth!

Djac jumped up from his place by the fire and stormed to the shivering Annalise. He ripped the furs off her shoulders and summoned a powerful surge of energy through his arms, down into his hands, and slammed the energy into her chest just at the base of her neck.

She gasped in shock, clutching his hands as if to try and prevent him from choking her. But her stunned eyes soon relaxed, and her gasp released in a slow sigh as her body was filled with warmth. He waited until he was sure the heat spread through her limbs, down to her toes, never taking his exasperated eyes off hers. A flush returned to her cheeks, and her shiver ceased.

He stood up and looked around at the group. “Can we discuss how we might fix the world now? I’d like to get back to where we came from.”

Saffia gave Djac a knowing look. Exactly what he knew, Djac wasn’t sure, but it put him even more on edge than he already was.

“As soon as the Wind King and Amaya return, and if Princess Annalise is feeling rested enough, then we will begin our discussion.” Talia answered, handing Terra a goblet.

“I think the Princess is more than capable of handling a conversation, and the Wind King can be caught up on everything that is said here.” Djac countered.

Talia stood, an unwavering assurance in her eyes. “Of course, the Fire Element would be the hot head of the group.”

“Excuse me?” Djac took a step closer to her.

“Talia,” Saffia warned.

“Why don’t we allow the young man to ask a few questions of us? Then we can have a proper discussion when the Wind King returns with Amaya.” Damek offered peaceably.

Talia glanced down at Annalise with concern.

“I’m fine.” Annalise put simply, though Djac did not miss her glance at him.

“Fine. Why is the earth dying?” Djac looked to Damek, the Earth Element of the group. The question obviously hurt Terra, who seemed to feel targeted by the question, though that was not Djac’s intention.

“The elements have been unbalanced for many generations now. Fire has diminished with misuse and neglect. As such, water grows too powerful, over satiating earth, which in turn causes chaos in the winds, which in its turn diminishes the fire even further.”

“So, we remove the leaders from their positions and replace them with good ones.” Djac stated obviously.

“That was not a question.” Damek said.

Djac rolled his eyes and scratched his forehead. “So, we remove the leaders from their positions and replace them with good ones?” He repeated.

“This is about so much more than politics, Djac.” Talia interjected. “The people in each of the realms have misused their elements, defiled them, and corrupted the very fabric of nature itself!”

“But the Fire Realm is the only one whose greed and evil has corrupted its element.” Djac shook his head.

“That’s not true.” Annalise shifted. “My father and his court have been like a disease to the Water Realm. There is more festering there than you might imagine.” She looked down at her hands, as if she felt partially responsible. “And I’m sure I don’t need to explain that the Wind Lords are not exactly… upstanding in their practices.”

“Well at least the Earth Realm is still faultless in all this.” Djac turned to Terra whose eyes were filled with tears, holding back sobs.

“I didn’t want to.” She quivered. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Terra?” Annalise stood, disbelief on her face. “What did you do?”

There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence as Terra continued to sob, unable to answer through the tears.

“She turned to dark magic, in the hopes of healing her lands.” Damek placed a compassionate hand on Terra’s shoulder. Despite everything, Djac felt sympathy toward Terra. He somehow understood her desperation, and didn’t want to blame her for questionable decisions. “Unfortunately, it did not work.”

“It made it worse!” Terra shouted, now fully wailing. “I couldn’t repay the price of what the sorcery asked of me, and now I’ve ruined everything!” She buried her head in her hands and wept.

Damek knelt down to her level putting his arm around her in an attempt at comfort. “You did not start the cycle of degradation, and though you contributed to it, it is time to right the wrongs done.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Aeolus’ voice entered the conversation as he and Amaya came trudging down the path and into the camp.

The ancient elementals looked around at one another. Saffia was the first to answer. “We do not know.”

Djac’s mouth fell open while Annalise started shaking her head in disbelief, and Terra’s sobbing stopped, presumably out of shock.

“I’m sorry, what?” “What are you saying, that we opened the runes for nothing?” “What can you tell us?” “Is there anything we can do?” “Is it too late?” “What sort of element masters are you?” “How can you not know what to do?” the four of them started barking all at once. Saffia held up his hands to quell their questions and silence them.

“Please! Everyone, listen!” He shouted over them. “It is true, we have no definitive answer for you. We are not all knowing beings from the past, all we can do is give you the wisdoms we have carried with us through experience and discipline.”

“And WHAT, pray tell, might this so-called wisdom be?” Aeolus demanded.

“Sources.” Amaya answered Aeolus as if rebuking a child. Everyone in the group turned to look at her. Her elegance commanding the conversation, she looked at them each individually and said: “You must return to the source. There, you may just find the answers you are looking for.”

 

[_Annalise_]

She was grateful. Grateful that Djac had assisted in warming her freezing body, but his obvious irritation nettled her, though she didn’t understand why. Did he not have every right to be frustrated? She realized though, that if she was in his shoes, and had been caught up in this, she might be feeling out of sorts as well. A hand rubbed the flesh where his hand had been earlier. Initially his quick action had alarmed her, but then…then relief as she felt the heat rush up within her again. It was strange to her, how moments before she could only thing about trying to remove his hands and now after he pulled away from her, she felt the absence acutely and almost seemed…what? Lost? Annalise slammed the door shut on those emotions. No. Not here. Definitely not now. Exhaustion was getting to her. That had to be it.

Pulling her knees up, her chin rested on them, absently following the conversation that Djac was having with the rest and answering when she was prompted. But Terra admitting to black magic had her stiffening with rage. So that’s why the little minx had lured her out here. To clean up her mess! She bore down on the need to lash out, Terra’s sobbing seemed to indicate she had punished herself enough, but Ann couldn’t help the annoyance at having been played like a bloody puppet on a string.

Aeolus’ question pulled her away from her current wave of thinking though, and as she opened her mouth to retort, she heard the ancients voice that they did not know how to fix the issue at hand.

Rising from the furs, she stood beside Djac, unable to do anything but stare at them. She wasn’t sure what she felt at the moment. Anger? Fear? Complete and utter rage? You have got to be jesting! All this for nothing? Questions poured forth from all of them, speaking over one another before silence descended once again.

“Sources.” The one called Amaya spoke. “You must return to the source. There, you may just find the answers you are looking for.”

Ann stood there, dumbfounded. That was it? This is what they came here for? Sources and possibilities?

“This….I cannot believe this…” her shocked voice was a whisper. Her eyes fell on each of the four. “I almost killed all of us to come here, and all the answer we have is to go back and seek the sources? How…How is that even an answer? Do you not think we would have found it already?”

Amaya glanced her way. “None of you were exactly looking.”

She gritted her teeth. “I’m sorry. It certainly wasn’t my choice to go gallivanting across the other realms” her voice began to rise “fixing problems that other people created with their poor choices!” Ann regretted the words as soon as she said them. Terra, across from her, began to cry again.

Sighing dejectedly, she walked over and wrapped her arms around her. “Terra, forgive me. I did not mean to blame you. I am just tired. Please stop crying. We’ll figure this out. Hmm?” Waiting until Terra lifted her face, Ann helped to dry her tears.

“So that’s it then. We each go back to our own realm, and look for these…hidden answers.” She wrapped an arm around Terra and looked around again, her eyes landing on Djac. “Separately.”

Saffia nodded. “Broken pieces are not conducive to healing a heart. You need to mend your own realms first and then…come together with the answers.”

She nodded at him, but inside, her thoughts were a mess. That wasn’t exactly going to be an easy thing to do if one had another ruler on the throne. Which meant, her and Djac had work cut out for them, if not, certain death. “Djac?” Ann waited until his gaze met hers. “What do you think?”

He gave a shrug. “What choice do we have?”

“You’re taking advice from a hot-headed peasant?” Aeolus laughed viciously.

She whirled and opened her mouth to snap back before Talia stepped between them.

“Annalise, come. Let me speak with you a moment.”

Snapping her mouth closed, she attempted to catch ahold of her frayed emotions and nodded, stepping away as Talia threaded her arm through hers and led her a little away from the group.

“You have to admit…you do seem to favor the fire lord over the others. Who is he to you?” The water element asked gently.

“He’s a….a friend…” she answered lamely. That sounded stupid even to her ears.

Talia lifted a brow, but heaved a sigh and cupped Ann’s face in her palms. “This is no time for friends, Annalise. This is a time for action.”

“For..action?” she felt irritation swirl. “What the hell do you think I have been doing?! Do you think I leave my home, my people, because I like it? I’m gauging loyalties. Trying to figure out who will help, promising songs of healing…!”

A compassionate smile lifted the other womans lips. “But to what avail? What have you accomplished? You are going around putting out small ‘fires’ for lack of a better word,” she aimed a pointed look at Djac “Using up your powers to give as much comfort as you can to bleeding wounds, while doing nothing to heal the vessel.”

Ann went rigid. “What do you expect me to do? I am doing everything I know how, to…”

“To what, Annalise? To forge alliances? Who, in their right mind will openly commit treason against another realm’s ruler, to stand behind a princess who can offer no concrete promises? Only a dream?”

It was as though she had been slapped. “I do not…I cannot…” Ann felt desperation rising in her throat. She couldn’t do this. “I am not powerful enough. I am not what you think I am.”

Talia brought her face close, touching forehead to forehead. “Then find it. You are exactly who we think you are. Did you not open the runes to meet us? That is not done by a weak water elemental Annalise.”

Behind her, she heard Aeolus laugh. “You have to be mistaken. Look at her. She was made to be ruled. Not to rule.”

Annalise froze at his words. Dark anger, foreign and unbidden filled her body, her eyes going cold, dark and unforgiving. Around them, a chill crept over the ground and the palms of her hands glowed. “I have had enough of your backwards comments, Aeolus. I am not nothing…”

He sneered, completely unfazed. “I did not say ‘nothing’, my dear. You hopefully will be good at creating heirs..”

It was the final straw. Something snapped within her, breaking, and she whirled on him, a hand lifting towards his throat. “Enough! I have had about all I can stand of your ignorance and intolerance.”

He began backing up and Ann felt a thrill rise within her. She stepped with him. “I will NOT condone it anymore. When we return, if I even catch a hint of you trying to creep within MY realm to cause more mayhem and treachery, I will not hesitate to end your miserable little existence and back up any suitable replacement. That is a promise.”

“Annalise!” Terra had come forward to touch her arm and Talia grabbed the other. “Let him be, Ann. He is not worth your morals. Come away. Step back now, release the sword.”

Gentle words reached her ears, soothing the tumultuous hold she had on her emotions and she finally lowered her eyes from Aeolus’ wary gaze. A sword? Her attention went to the hand she was holding up. Clutched tightly within her palm, a glistening hilt where ice had formed, jutting upwards to end at a sharp point, which was currently aimed at the air kings neck. Surprised, she dropped it, and it shattered into thousands of droplets of water before disappearing into the ground. Slowly, the frost dissipated along with it, until nothing told of what happened except for the ragged, furious breathing of the air king.

Stepping back, Ann gave him one more disgusted look before turning away and glanced back at the rest of the group. “Well then. I suspect it’s settled. What do I need to do to get us all back in order for us to find our…sources?”

Saffia, holding an unreadable expression, motioned to the tree. “We will hold the ceremony at the tree. Before dawn. When the veil is at it’s thinnest.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. A headache was beginning to form. They were still a few hours away from that. Though among ancients, within a land that seemed to be prospering, she felt sensitive, on guard and angry. The touch of the women on either side of her, felt unnatural and gritty, and she gently moved away from it, unable to stand it any longer.

Talia exchanged a glance with her counterparts, and they seemed to nod at some unspoken agreement. “Why don’t we….split up for a bit and talk. Annalise and Djac, if you will join myself and Saffia, and the others will convene with Amaya and Damek.

Annalise hesitated. Was splitting them up a good idea? Sure, she and Aeolus were at each others throats, but what if information was exchanged that was needed for all four of them? She didn’t want to, and she loathed herself for it, but her gaze settled on Djac with a lifted brow. He seemed to mirror her thoughts, she could see him mulling something over in his head, but he finally nodded and walked to take a seat where Talia indicated, a bit away from the fire, where on the other side, their companions were doing the same. She felt torn, and remained rooted to the spot, but as she felt eyes on her, finally heaved a sigh and moved to sit beside Djac.

He leaned towards her, whispering. “Terra will share what they speak of.”

Still feeling resentful, her nose wrinkled. “Will she? She didn’t tell us about the dark magic after all.” her voice hissed back.

His eyes widened a bit at her tone and he stared at her silently until she rubbed a hand over her face. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Talia smiled in sympathy, overhearing. “You are finding the depth of abilities. A mother tempers that throughout her female childs growing years with a kind of…mind link, for lack of a better word. As your mother died when you were young, you never received that assistance and probably pushed your power down because of the discomfort it caused to a young mind. Now, being so close to another female elder, in this place, it’s bubbling up to the surface all at once. It’s…a lot to take in all at one time.”

“How do I control it? I didn’t even realize what I had done back there…”

“An anchor, so to speak.”

Talia and Saffia glanced at each other and Ann wondered if she saw a slight softening in the fire elders face or if she was so tired, she was imagining things.

“A mother is an anchor to her daughter until the day the girl finds her mate. From then on, you will make the choice to share a link with them, or…carry the burden yourself. Which can be…tiresome at times.”

The blood drained from Ann’s face. How did she not know about this? Her head shook emphatically, the thought of sharing something so intimate with someone else made her quesy. “I’ll pass.”

The elders lips twitched secretively. “Perhaps.”

Done with the conversation, Annalise lifted her hands in defeat, changing the subject. She didn’t want to speak about it anymore. “You said we needed to return to the source to find answers. Djac and I are not rulers of our realms. Traipsing around the kingdoms looking and asking questions isn’t going to shed us in a good light. Is there nothing more? Any clue at all how to achieve this?”

Saffia leaned forward. “There is a balance in the universe. Light does not exist without darkness and darkness does not exist without light. What you both do is going to vary greatly from Terra and Aeolus. You have to figure out what is causing your element to blacken, and fix the balance. Or rekindle it. Whichever is needed.

She saw Djac roll his eyes. “That simple.”

Saffia gave a droll stare. “We’re not all seeing entities. You came, you asked, we spoke.”

Ann could tell Djac still wasn’t happy with that answer but finally nodded. She felt for him, truly. What must it feel like to be thrown into this when just a week or so ago he was living his life without all the secrecy and lies and danger. Her gaze lowered before he could see the sympathy that shown. She imagined he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Talia, Saffia, can I speak with you please?” Damek called out, and the two elders got up and left them to their own thoughts.

Blowing out a breath, she laid back on the furs and stared up at the night sky. “Are you alright?” Ann heard herself ask him, feeling somewhat anxious that their easy going friendship was changing. Her head turned and she caught his glance. He remained silent a moment, searching her face before nodding.

“I suppose. There’s just a lot to think about. My main concern is getting back to the fire realm right now.”

She nodded in understanding. “Yes. I imagine so.”

Silence descended upon the again, and they both stared upwards.

“And you?”

Ann looked over at his question.

“What happened with the Air King.”

She pushed her hand through her hair. “I shouldn’t have goaded him. I know better than that.”

His lips twitched. “But you are going to marry him…or….were going to marry him?”

Her nose wrinkled. “I…I thought that would be best for my people, for…getting my father off the throne, but, I think that’s clearly off the table now. I’ll have to figure out another way.”

Djac looked like he was going to speak again, but the elders returned and the spell was broken.

They plied them with as many more questions as they could think of, but the answer was always the same. Like an irritating riddle she was too tired to work out in her head. After awhile, the group joined together again, now that the tenseness had faded, and ate and drank what they could to conserve strength for what the next few hours would bring.

Finally, it was time.

As dawn approached, they all huddled together at the tree once again and the elders motioned them into the familiar four points.

“Annalise. I will connect the past. You concentrate on your present.” Talia spoke softly. “Follow my lead.”

Nodding, Ann took a breath and slowly let it drift out. Centering herself and clearing her mind. Nothing else existed. Nothing mattered except the connection. She felt Talia place her hand on her shoulder and closed her eyes. A whisper of a song left the ancients lips, the weaving of the runes. Annalise felt the energy collecting around her and begin to mimic the tones and words of the one behind her. Beneath their feet the earth shook, golden runes once again appearing. Wind, water, air and earth swirled around them, becoming more furious as the song got louder, more urgent, and then finally a crack. Annalise felt herself lift up and then hurtle back to the ground. So sure that she would shatter, she gritted her teeth, awaiting impact, but then everything stilled. Silence surrounded them, a heavy weight returning, and as Ann opened her eyes, she turned to see the old, dead tree behind her. They had returned.

“I should call my guard on all of you..”

She heard Aeolus’ disdainful voice and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Brushing the dirt from her tunic, she leaned against the tree and crossed her arms. “But you won’t.”

“And why, pray tell, is that?”

“Because face it. In order to remain king, you need the realms healed as much as we do, or you won’t have a people to lord over.”

He scoffed. “You know princess…I used to think you quite pleasant and biddable. Now I find that the people you surround yourself with are beginning to….stain your worth…”

She opened her mouth to retort, but snapped it close. No…it wasn’t the time, nor the place. He was trying to get a rise out of her again. Instead, she turned to Terra and Djac. “Now what? I suspect we find our way back to our respective realms?”

 

[Gray Sage]

Djac watched the cold water as it tumbled down the river. His muscles had turned dense and weak, his lungs forgetting how to breathe properly, and his hearing was plagued with a ringing.

“Djac? Djac?!” Bianca’s voice shook him out of his stupor.

“Are you sure?” Djac asked her in a hoarse whisper. Bianca’s perfectly manicured eyebrow shot up in disbelief.

“Am I sure?” She asked incredulously. There was a pause. Djac at a total loss for words.

It had been a lot to take in.

The camp had been reduced to all but a few tents by the time they returned from the cave. It was late evening, and Djac had been surprised to see snow trickling down from the sky when they emerged from the passageway. It was a harmless snow, the kind that would melt within the hour, but it had been an omen of change.

Then those who still remained at the campsite started shouting at their arrival. They began running in all directions, in a frenzy about the return of the Elementals. A number of her soldiers approached Queen Terra to kneel at her feet and kiss her hand in respect.

“We feared you were lost forever, your majesty!” One of her captains had said. “You were gone for so long, we were beginning to despair!”

“Gone for so long?” Terra had demanded, “We have hardly been gone a day!” she looked to the others for support. The captain rose and looked awkwardly at his fellow officer.

“Your majesty, you have been gone for nearly four weeks.”

The shock of the group was nearly palpable. Apparently when you play with Time, Time plays back.

Terra began to ask a series of questions about the state of things, what exactly was witnessed when Annalise had drawn the runes, and what had occurred in the time that they had been gone.

It didn’t take long for Aeolus to fly into a rage directed at Annalise. How detrimental it was for him to be away from his throne for so long. She fought back though, standing her ground and defending her actions. She rationally argued that she would not be bullied for taking action to try and save the fabric of reality; that yes, there had been a considerable cost to speaking with the elders, but that it was the price they had to pay to get the necessary information to save their realms from death.

Aeolus paused, an eerie calm coming over his face. “The necessary information?” He seethed, “The useless ramblings about returning to our sources?! Is that the necessary information of which you SPEAK?!” His hand flew through the air with his last word, colliding with Annalise’s jaw and sending her backward. “Your little experiments have COST ME-”

Aeolus’ shouting was cut short by a burst of flame that soared at his face. Djac kicked the Air King Squarely in the gut, careening him backward as Djac shot blast after blast of hot, raging flame at the Air King’s head. Caught off guard by the attack, and panicking as his face registered the full extent of its pustulating burn, Aeolus had little time to react and defend himself as the Fire Lord stormed closer and closer.

Aeolus gathered his thoughts, and sent a rushing wind toward Djac, making him stumble backward. It wasn’t a very good attack, but it gave Aeolus just enough time to pick himself up, jump high into the air, and let a wind carry him away like a sweeping river.

The king glided over the trees until he disappeared, the sound of the howling gust going with him.

Djac glared at him as he left, out of breath and furious. Djac turned back to Annalise who was holding her jaw, and watching the him wide-eyed.

“What have you done?” She whispered to Djac. He swallowed, but gave no answer. They simply stared at one another for a moment. He was aching to know what was going on in her head.

“Come with me.” Terra tugged at Annalise, “I have something that should quell the pain.” she helped Annalise toward the tents, giving Djac the look of a disapproving mother. “Send out riders to find my husband and his search party!” Terra commanded her captain, “I want this camp packed up by dusk so we can begin our journey home. We ride hard until we reach Andalese again!”

Djac watched the two of them walk away, at a loss for what to do. His thoughts turned to the Fire Realm. Saffia’s words echoed in his mind. The nausea inducing responsibility he was compelled to take on, gripped him again.

He had resolved to tell Annalise and Terra that he would have to leave, when a slender figure appeared in the corner of his vision.

“You’re alive!” Bianca had breathed. She smiled and rushed to embrace him. He returned her hold, knowing he would have to let her down easily. She deserved some closure from him. But she had taken his hand and asked to speak with him, privately. Considering he wanted to do the same, he followed her into the trees.

He had been preparing what to say to her as they walked. Rehearsing a speech in his head. It all seemed so laughable just a few moments later, after she turned to him with a stern face and had given him her news.

It was as if his blood froze. He ambled closer to the water and stared at it. Stared and stared. His face was numb.

“It’s been almost five weeks. Yes, I’m sure.” Bianca crossed her arms, tears rimming her eyes.

“I, I have to go back to the Fire Realm, I have been tasked with leading my people back to peace!” Djac all but stuttered.

“Well!” Bianca flailed her arms, “If you leave me here I am as good as dead!” Tears started spilling from her eyes. “My father has already dismissed me from his tutelage, I have no money, no prospects, and no man will ever consider me for a wife!”

Djac found himself taking her hands and bringing them to his chest, a guttural, primal gesture of comfort. He wiped away a tear from her cheek, feeling sick.

“I will take care of you. But, I cannot abandon my people. I am not exaggerating when I say, the world is at stake. My duty is there. So, if I am to care for you, you will have to come with me. But Bianca, you must understand, my Realm is at war. It will be dangerous to live there. I will protect you, and the child, but it may be just as hard living there as it would be here.” Bianca’s face turned wondering for a moment. She looked around at her surroundings, breathing heavily, considering all that leaving would imply. Then she nodded, solemnly.

Djac nodded once in return, already trying to think of how he would provide for them back in the Fire Realm. “We must leave tonight. I cannot waste any more time here, especially since I have already spent four more weeks away from home than I anticipated. Who knows what damage the Water King has done in that time.”

Bianca nodded again, a fresh wave of tears flowing. Djac released her hands, “I must go and tell the Queen that we are departing. We will have to move through the shadows. It may take us a few days to get there, if we want to travel safely, but it will be the fastest way.” Djac thought out loud. “I’ll be back.”

He turned to go, but Bianca grabbed his collar and pulled him to her lips. Her kiss tasted bitter. It was no longer the titillating, comforting kiss it had been all those days ago when they first came together. He gently pushed her away, giving her an apologetic look.

He suddenly felt how cruel it was to have used her in such a way. It felt as though all of his philandering, his promiscuity, all of the broken hearts he’d left behind had finally caught up with him.

“I’ll be back.” He promised. Once again he turned away from her and headed back toward the small camp. With every step, he felt the weight of his worries bearing down on him. A realm to save. A power to claim. A baby.

The camp was rushing around, preparing to leave for Andalese. Djac spotted the tent where Annalise stood, gearing up her horse, gathering supplies. His heart sank as he watched her. He was sick. Sick with the anticipation of leaving her. Sick with the impact of saying goodbye. With the worry of explanations and the words he didn’t think he could find. Wanting to conceal the truth from her, yet the strain of being dishonest.

“Don’t do it, Djac.” A voice said behind him as he lingered in the trees. Djac turned to see withered looking Terra.

“Do what?” He shifted. She took his hands, a maternal kindness in her eyes.

“It is best that you leave now. Don’t tell anyone where you're going, or how, or when. That includes the princess.” Terra looked forlornly at Annalise as she continued to pack her things, blissfully unaware of this conversation.

“I don’t think you’re aware of what you did today with the Air King.” Terra grimaced. “Your realm is now at war with air as well as water. You can be sure that Aeolus will return, this time with an army at his back, and when he does, you need to be as far away from Annalise as possible.”

Djac’s energy leached from his soul. How much more could his heart take? His recklessness had put her in danger. He couldn’t tell her goodbye.

He looked back at her. Her elegant blonde locks waving in tandem with her movements, light snow dancing around her. She looked strong. Assured. Beautiful.

“Do not fear, my son. A time will come for you to be together again. So says the prophecy.” Terra looked dreamily into the distance. Djac grit his teeth. For all this woman’s wisdom and insight, he was unimpressed with her attachment to fairytales. In fact, he hated it.

“I am not the Prince you are looking for.” Djac spat. “I am not bound to the destiny you have planned out for me. I will decide my future.” Djac stormed back toward the forest, determined to reach Bianca. “Tell the princess I said goodbye.” Djac called over his shoulder.

“Djac!” Terra chased after him. Djac took a begrudging stop, and waited as Terra pulled a small vial from her satchel.

“Take this. If ever you need me, drink it before you sleep, and you and I will be able to meet in your dream, if only for a short while.” Terra looked sad as she offered him the flask.

“I’ve had a dreamwalker in my head before. It isn’t an experience I’d like to repeat.” Djac scorned the little potion.

Terra chuckled. “We have bottled a very weak replica of the dream-walking phenomena of our Air Element brothers, but it is fleeting and limited. This potion can only duplicate the effect between two people for one dream. And most importantly,” She lifted his hand and set the bottle in his palm, “You never have to take it.”

Terra leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on Djac’s cheek. “Kwaheri. Mwanangu.” She spoke an ancient language, but Djac understood her well enough. It was a goodbye.

Terra walked back toward the camp. Djac looked at the potion in his hand, a tiny white flower and its stem sitting contentedly in the liquid under the cork.

He fought against his urge to look back. He demanded that his eyes stay focused on the path back toward Bianca. He fought, and lost. Over his shoulder, he glanced at her against his better judgement. The Water Princess who spoke inaudibly with the Earth Queen.

Bianca waited by the river. Her tears had dried, replaced with a look of resignation.

“Are you ready?” Djac asked as he approached.

Bianca unfolded her arms, and sighed. “I’m ready.” and she held out her hand.

Djac looked at her hand, his spirit so reluctant to take it. Djac took her grasp, and stood firmly beside her.

“In tandem, I want you to lift your foot, and step down with me. Alright?” He asked. Bianca nodded. He watched her foot rise with his, and when the two thudded against the earth, they stepped into shadow.

 

[_Annalise_]

She was cold. Still within the dredges of slumber, she curled into herself, but an incessant dripping caused her to crack open an eye. Her breath hung suspended in the air, frozen droplets that clouded her vision before she could make out the damp stone walls that surrounded her.

Disoriented she slowly sat up, trying to discern just where she was. Something scurrying over her foot had her leaping up, her body pressing back. It was a cell. Trying not to panic, Ann turned to place her hand on the wall and made her way across the small room, reaching an old wooden door. She waited a moment, there, listening, but heard no one, no footsteps, no whispers of others in the cells beside her own, it was absolutely silent. Drawing in a breath, her hand dropped to the latch and she pushed. There was a creaking noise, but it swung open without much force needed.

“What in the four realms…” Her voice sounded foreign to her, as she creeped down the corridor, leading to the stairwell that brought her up to a dark foyer, where empty chairs and hooks with numerous keys hung. No doors were outwardly noticeable, but fighting to remain calm, she slid her hands over the stones, walking around and around the room until her fingers touched upon one that stuck out beyond the rest. Putting one palm over the other, she pushed it inward, feeling it give, and another door swung open to reveal a second flight of stairs.

At least this one was a bit less formidable than the others, wider as it was and a brighter, as several sconces were lit to lead the way. Finally, she stepped through a massive iron and oak door that revealed what she realized were the prison guards quarters. Sparsely furnished and once again, absent of people. “Where is everyone?” Brows furrowed, she stepped from the building into a small courtyard. And one that was alarmingly familiar.

“Crethea…” The sound of crashing waves against the massive cliff that the castle jutted up from almost brought her to her knees. “Home…” She was running before she realized it, though she wasn’t sure if it was from fear of being caught or the joy of being home, that was, until she found herself in the main common room and saw her reflection. “Mother?” It took a moment before understanding that it wasn’t that her mother was there with her, but she ‘was’ her mother. Hands lifted to touch the cheeks, the hair, the skin of the woman she only knew from the castle portraits. Ann had thought at times she remembered her mothers voice, singing to her at night, but as she had been but one at the time of the Queens death, she had chalked it up to wishful thinking.

Almost as if by their own accord, her feet began moving towards the back balcony. Something was happening, something that seemed almost from an old memory. The great tiled balcony opened up to look across the sea, and down upon the craggy shores that was visible while the tide was out. It was there, upon the sand that a group of soldiers and sentinels had crowded. Ann squinted to better see and almost immediately wished she hadn’t. A man, dark headed and obviously haven been severely beaten, was being tied to a crossed stake that had been planted in the sand, his arms spread out to either side. Before she could get a grasp of what they were doing, someone called for a mallet, and started back towards him, nails in hand.

“No!” Her voice echoed around her, horrified by the sudden knowledge of what was about to happen, and began running down one of the winding staircases that led her to the group below.

“Stop it! What are you doing!”

Sentinels grabbed her arms. “Bring her to me!” And as they drug her forward, she came face to face with her father…or…what was going to be the father she knew. He was younger, but the manical glint to his eye was oh so familiar. “Come to watch your lover die, my dear?”

Annalise felt bile rise to her throat and could only shake her head wildly. Lover? What?! “No! You are mistaken. He is an innocent man. You are going to kill an innocent man! Let him go!”

The water king laughed. “I detest liars. You promised me you would never lie!” He screamed.

Panic was bubbling in her chest, and she felt words burst forth, that were surely not her own, but those of whose body she now was inhabiting. “I have never lied to you! I have taken no lovers. I have played your game, given you what you asked…”

“You gave me a girl!” He roared, slapping her across the cheek, and Ann felt the heat of it lick up her face as she fell back into the sand.

“Stop it! Let her alone!” The man at the post yelled, furious, and looking over at him, she knew without a doubt that he was of the fire realm. “Thyra, get up. Get the hell out of here!”

“You dare, speak to my Queen in a familiar tone? Nail his hands!”

“No!” Her voice screamed again, and with a sharp sweep of her hands, she called upon the tides. Annalise felt great power wash over her, capable and surprisingly strong. Suddenly, waves barreled towards them, crashing into the group of people and pushing them off their feet and while they were caught off guard, her arms lifted, pulling funnels upwards, sending them swirling around the scattered groups. As chaos ensued, she lifted her skirts and frantically moved towards the fire element.

“You have to go. You should never have come.” Fingers pulled at his ties. “Why aren’t you fighting? Why are you letting them do this to you?” Her sentences were coming in sobs, and as he dropped from the pole, he embraced her.

“I had to conserve energy until I found you. We have to leave now!” He pulled at her arm, but she resisted, her weeping growing heavier.

“I cannot. It is not in my destiny. My daughter…”

“Sweetling, he will not let this go!” He grabbed her cheeks in his palm. “Do not be a martyr for your child, you know he will kill you. Come, let me protect you until you can come back for her.”

Shaking her head, she pulled his face down to her own. “I have to make sure Annalise is safe. And you…you have your own life to fulfill. Remember what the seer said.”

“To hell with the seer!”

She covered his mouth, and glanced behind them frantically, she wouldn’t be able to hold the men at bay much longer, but she did feel a momentary since of pride that she had gotten the best of them this time. Looking up at him, she pulled his lips to her own in one final embrace. “I love you. I will always love you. In this time, and in the next.” She whispered, before stepping back. As his arms swept forward to latch on to her, realization dawning, a funnel swept him up and away from her, a strong current whisking him towards the horizon. Almost immediately a hand clamped around her neck.

“You bitch!” her father, husband, hell Ann’s mind was in such a whirlwind at the moment, she didn’t know who she was, much less the people around her, hissed.

Dragging her backwards, she kicked her feet inward, trying to find purchase without success, and resorted to clawing at his arm, gasping. “I..cannot..br..”

“You will regret this day, woman…”

Those were his last words to her, before her world began growing dark, and she thought, through the dimming light, that she saw a wall of flames hit the coast. Gods let her beloved live….



Coming awake with a start, she gasped, fighting for the breath that no longer was impeded, and stumbling from the bed, she fell to her knees in front of the porcelain bowl that she had used for her hip bath the night before and promptly retched. Her mother. Her poor mother. And who in hell was that man?

“Gods…” She croaked, sitting back in a slump. A hand pushing her hair from her damp face. “A dream…it was only a dream.” Her voice sounded uncertain even to her own ears. There had never been such vividness to them before. Had Aeolus invaded her sleep, was he trying to toy with her mind, or….her mind scrambled through theories. A sound at the window turned her attention, and she watched with a heaviness settling over her body as a crow landed, staring at her intently. ‘ An omen perhaps, or a warning…that the fates are waiting for them all’.

She dressed carefully, knowing that this day she would travel to the coast whether Terra was ready or not. It had been three full days now since their return. Sliding on a pair of deer skin trousers, she pulled a long, blue, split tunic over her head and sat before the mirror. Three days since she had seen Djac last.

Fingers deftly smoothed her hair back, beginning to form two separate plaits on each side of her head, like the vision of her mother she had seen.

When she had questioned Terra about it, the woman had, as was her usual practice, spoke around it, never giving Ann an absolute answer. So all she knew was that Djac had left, with the healer woman, without saying goodbye. Securing the braids within her hair, to keep it from impeding her sight, her hand picked up a stick of kohl, outlining her eyes.

After feeling a bout of hurt for a day or so, she had to admit it was probably for the best. Especially now, after what she had seen in the dream. It was better for her not to be particularly close to anyone during this tumultuous time. She needed to focus. It was a good possibility that Djac would now consider her his enemy, depending on what damage her father had already done.

Pushing back, she pulled on her boots, and fastened a leather ring belt around her waist. Clipping her leather bracers around her forearms, she finally stared at her image in the mirror, her lips quirking into a humorless smile. Her vision was everything her father hated and had fought to destroy after her mothers death. He valued grandeur and power, while her mother and their people had been bred of tradition and truth. He had stepped off the path of their ancestors and had single handedly began the destruction of everything they represented. Annalise would stand for it no longer.

Grabbing a sword, it was carefully sheathed at her side before making her way down the steps and towards the throne room, where Terra and her privy council met. They stood as she entered, quieting, and she inclined her head towards the earth queen. “I am leaving for the coast.” She remarked. Ann thought that Terra opened her mouth to speak but there was no room for argument, as she strode out as soon as the remark was made. The time for talking was over.

Nikolas found her sometime later saddling a mare. “Terra is gathering the troops. If you’ll wait…”

“I am done waiting, Nik. I’ve waited long enough. It’s time for me to get back to my Kingdom, especially at this critical point.”

His brows furrowed. “But there hasn’t been enough time for our message to your personal guard to have been received and them to be on their way.”

Tightening the girth, she secured the saddle bags she had stored there the night before and led the horse from the stable. “Then I will wait for them there.” As he began to protest, she set a hand upon his shoulder. “Nik. I feel Aeolus will play his card soon and show up. Even if it’s just to see if Djac is here, he will want some sort of retribution for us seeming to have taken sides. If that happens, I need to be near the sea. I am almost useless here.”

He stared at her a moment, before calling to have his own horse saddled.

“What are you doing?” Her lips frowned.

“Regardless of whom I am married too, I made a vow to your mother long ago. And as a water element, I will not allow her daughter to forge on alone, not knowing what awaits her.”

Ann mounted and nudged her horse forward as he followed suit. “We may not survive this…” her words were quiet.

He attempted a smile as he pushed his horse even with hers. “Then the sea will welcome us home and we will dine with our fallen brethren before us.”

Staring at him a moment, she finally nodded. “May the sea guide us.”

It was a hard ride to the coast, Ann only allowing them to rest long enough for the horses to recover and them to nourish themselves. On the eve of that fourth night, with their steeds foaming at the mouth, she finally heard the welcome sound of waves crashing against the shoreline. Nik scouted the area they chose for their camp, in a wooded area just before the rise of a sand dune that helped keep them out of sight, while she cared for the animals and set up bedding. Supper was a solemn affair, not daring a fire, they shared dried meat, bread and some fruit. They spoke a little, Ann asking about her mother and Niks life in Crethea, hoping by chance, she would get some answers for what she had seen in her dream, but alas, it was of no avail, as a moment later she heard gentle snores coming from his humble pallet.

Alone, she played with her dagger, spinning the hilt and staring at the ancient engravings as though she might find some answers there. The prophecy hung heavy over her heart, and she found herself repeating it, over and over again within her head until she drifted off herself, her head falling slack against the tree trunk behind her.

She awoke sometime later, again not by of her own accord, but from the feel of sand whipping up from a gust of wind and lashing against her face. Instinctively she lifted her forearm to brace against its onslaught and stood, squinting towards the dune in front of them. Dawn was just cresting over the earth, and in the distance a sound that filled her heart with dread.

Moving as carefully as she could, she climbed the dune and shielded her eyes with a hand, turning her gaze to the sky. “And on the morning of the fifth day…the tides shall turn red….” She whispered, staring at the dark cloud that was approaching.

“Princess? What is it?” she heard Nik call from below.

“I hope Terra isn’t far behind us..”

“Why? What do you see?”

She turned then to stare down at him from the dune, her face grim. “The air realm approaches.”

 

[Gray Sage]

Wedding unions are ordinarily joyous affairs. Djac’s mother had tried her best to create a celebratory occasion, but no one was in a festive mood. With the war raging, the familial tension surrounding Djac’s return, and the obvious lack of enthusiasm from the groom, it was quite possibly the worst nuptials any one had ever attended.

Djac watched his bride sit solemnly in her chair, the guests dancing out of obligation. Guilt brewed in his gut like rancid water. Nothing about this wedding seemed right. If he hadn’t married Bianca, things would have become very dangerous for her as his narrow minded countrymen took to their swords to teach her a lesson about unwed women conceiving.

“Where will you live?” Haresh’s voice sounded behind him, discovering his little hiding place in the hall leading to the courtyard where the festivities took place.

Djac lifted the goblet to his lips and gave a shrug. “Bianca will stay here with ima. She’ll be safe here.”

“You mean you’re not staying?” Haresh asked in disbelief. It had been ten days since Djac’s return, and in that time Haresh had not said a single word to him. Djac knew he blamed him for what happened to Kasim.

If he was honest, Djac did feel responsible for Kasim’s capture. In the aftermath of his disappearance from Agnihar, ships came. King Einar had had his armada ready, and he was eager to strike. When the city was attacked, Kasim ordered Haresh to save whomever he could, and retreat safely to their home in IshFahar. Kasim had stayed to fight. It was whispered that many of the Fire Realm’s leaders had been taken captive to serve as Einar’s personal amusements. It was unlikely that Kasim was still alive, but they had no way of knowing.

If Djac hadn’t spent so much time away, he might have been able to prevent it.

Djac swirled around the spiced wine in his goblet. “I have too much to do elsewhere. This war will not stand.”

“This war is already lost, Djac.” Haresh shook his head, an irritating defeat in his voice. “The water king has had his eye on the Fire Realm for a while. He was looking for any excuse to attack here.”

“And yet,” Djac turned to look at his brother full on, “You and Kasim were willing to get into bed with him.” Djac’s accusation hung in the air. “Isn’t that right, brother? Have old Djac sleep with the princess, corrupt any sort of influence she might have had in building treaties with the clans by impugning her honor. All the while, keeping me occupied while the grown-ups dealt with the important issues at hand.”

Haresh gave a dark chuckle and glanced at Djac’s new bride. “Is that really your best guess as to why you were supposed to seduce Annalise?” Djac shifted uncomfortably. He hadn’t really considered any other options.

“You weren’t just meant to sleep with the princess, you were supposed to impregnate her.” Djac’s stomach turned sour. “King Einar would have forced you to marry her, making a treaty between the Water and Fire Realms inevitable, not just theoretical. With his strength behind our family, Kasim would have been installed as the new Sheik, and we might have started to see a difference being made in this realm.”

Djac stood frozen as he digested what Haresh told him. “And King Einar was in on this plan?” Djac’s voice sounded hoarse.

Haresh waited a moment, taking a disinterested sip from his own goblet. “Kasim had been talking with his liaison from the Water Realm for almost two years to set it up. It was practically his plan. Now, looking back, I believe the king simply wanted an excuse to disown his daughter and attack the Fire Realm in retribution. But you gave him a reason anyway by stealing her away.” Haresh stood from leaning against the wall, and walked into the festivities which were dying out like old embers.

Djac thought of Annalise, an old familiar guilt gnawing at him for trying to use her so hatefully. He supposed she would consider him her enemy now. Did she have any idea the extent of her father’s treachery? What would she do when she got back to her home? Did she hate him for leaving the way he did or did she not give it a second thought?

Djac looked at Bianca who sat at a table in her wedding garments, her chin propped up in her hand. Instinctively, he stepped forward into the middle of the room.

“Everyone!” He called out over the music, clinking his goblet to get their attention. Everyone stopped their conversations and dancing to look at him as the music ceased. “I want to thank you all for coming, and wishing my bride and myself your best wishes. But, in honor of those taken by this unspeakable war, I wish to end the party early.” Djac looked at Bianca who had no discernible objection on her face. “It doesn’t feel right to celebrate at such a time. Bianca and I will bid you all goodnight.”

Djac walked up to Bianca and offered her his hand, which she took and stood from her chair. He escorted her from the courtyard and through the villa he called home, leading her to a room they would share.

As soon as he shut the door, his apprehensions were realized when Bianca threw herself at him, kissing him with fervor.

“I’m so glad you called things off when you did,” she said tugging at the laces of his trousers, “I could hardly wait any longer either.”

Djac gently pushed her away, wondering how it was that he ever felt anything from her touch. She looked annoyed, but more so hurt.

“Bianca, we should not pretend that this is anything other than what it is. I used you abominably in the Earth Realm. I wanted to feel something other than confusion and the aching in my head. You were there and I used you to cover that up. Now I’ve put you into a terrible position and I will forever be sorry for that. I have married you to protect you from my kinsman. That is all. Our child will have a father, but I cannot be a husband to you. Not in the way you would wish me to.”

Bianca took a step away from him, looking tragically beautiful in her wedding chiton and veil. “You didn’t use me. I wanted you, just as you wanted me. There was something between us, and there still is!” She took his cheeks in her hands, “You’re just confused and you bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let me help you. I am here for you.” She leaned in to kiss him again, but he snatched her wrists and shoved harshly, if only to prove his point.

They stared at each other for a long, heavy moment. “I am leaving in the morning. There is much for me to accomplish. My mother will keep you safe here. She is a talented fire element. I will be back as often as I can, but the gods have made it clear where my responsibilities lie.”

It was not the first time Djac had expressed his plans to her, but the look on her face was shock all the same. Djac turned to exit, needing to finalize his plans around the estate before the morning came.

“It’s because of her isn’t it?!” Bianca shouted. Djac glanced back at her, tears rimming her eyes. Djac let the question hang in the air, knowing exactly to what and whom she referred.

“I have no idea what you mean.” Djac lied through his teeth, and left the room before she had a chance to respond.

Year 2

The muddled sounds of crumbling rock rattled through Djac’s bones. The wax that sat cradled in his ears had something of a dizzying effect as the sounds of the battle raged around him. But it had been worth it.

He and all the men of the city had their ears plugged with melted wax. It was a better alternative to being taken captive by those alluring voices. The people of the Fire Realm had started calling them the MalAchím. Archangels. But they weren’t angels. Djac knew better. They were sirens. Gifted by the water for generations. King Einar’s prized warriors, and the reason he was able to win Agnihar so quickly. The women of the Water Realm who were most talented with their songs were put at the front lines, singing over the people to surrender quickly until all the weapons could be seized and the city invaded with water elements.

The wax wasn’t completely soundproof, but it did dim the hypnosis of the MalAchíms’ voices. Djac ran down an alley, leaping over a fallen barrel and empty chicken crate. He halted right at the edge of the building, peering around the corner into the main courtyard.

He turned to his four companions, each desperate and exhausted, holding weapons of their own and waiting for Djac’s signal.

Using the hand signs they had practiced earlier that week, Djac laid out his plan.

Abel, take the one on the left. Daley, on the right. Paavo, you’re the fastest, you take out their guards. Wade, you’re with me, we’re going after the elder. Remember, use fire only to injure. Never to kill.

The four men nodded in unison and Djac recentered to lead the charge. He clenched down on his sabres, and dug his feet into the gravel before shooting from his position toward the three robed figures who stood in the courtyard.

The three women wove their hands through the air and streams of water ran away from them and snaked through the city, like a disease. Even the little bits of their voices that did reach Djac’s mind begged him to halt. Halt and listen.

He focused instead of the vibrations that ran through his feet and urged him onward. His eyes fixed on the eldest woman who stood in the middle. Just as he was about twenty feet away from his target, their guards spotted the oncoming entourage, and unsheathed their weapons, three of the six drawing bows to shoot.

Djac was prepared for this, and as the first arrow was released, he dug his feet into the gravel and spun to narrowly avoid impact. Using the momentum, he hurled forward toward his target, throwing one of his two sabres directly at a guard. A hit. The guard sank to his knees, feebly dropping his own sword in the process.

Djac leapt up onto the cobbled platform where they stood, just in time for the elder to turn and face him, her steely blue eyes catching his. There was a cold hollowness to the air as she stopped singing, even with his ear protections. She pulled out a dagger from her cloak, a horrible rage in her eyes, the lust of war, the kind of look this grandmother should never have born.

He didn’t have time to react, only to plunge his remaining sabre into her chest, the blade slicing through her warm skin too easily. The songs of the other MalAchíms ceased shortly after as his brothers took their lives. Turning to help them fight the remaining two guards, each of them utilizing heat to spoil the air around them and disorient their enemies. An arrow pierced the back of one, the sword took the life of the second, then all six guards and their three mistresses were dead.

Djac looked at the bodies of the girls, their blonde curls stained with blood, their silk blue robes soiled with ash and mud. He couldn’t look at them long, swiping the sweat and dust off his brow. Looking around him, Abel and Paavo lay lifeless next to their enemies. Djac swallowed back some bile.

Their largest threat to the city had been neutralized, but the streets were still swarming with Einar’s soldiers. With the three MalAchím dead, they now stood a chance of holding the city and driving out the forces that would overtake them, but it was going to be a long night.

Year 3

The sound of the ocean rocked in the distance. Djac decided he liked the sound of the ocean. The sweet tang of salt teased the air, and the sun was rising with twists of color on the horizon. He was waiting. Eagerly. Something was behind him that he was loathed to look back upon. But, in the distance, walking down the shore, a figure stalked toward him.

He wanted to go greet her, but he was rooted to the spot. All he could do was watch. Watch as her face came into focus. She was soaked through, her beige kaftan clinging to her skin as she walked though the rushing tide. Her hair was dripping too, almost like she’d just walked out of the sea. Her eyes, those icy blue crystals, stayed transfixed as she approached him.

She was sure of herself. Confident. And she looked free. The closer she came to him, the more a knowing smile played upon her lips.

She closed the distance between them, pulling Djac into a kiss. His chest swelled. He threw his arms around her and took her in. It was the perfect opposite of the pain he had endured in the last year and a half. It clouded his senses. It filled his lungs with air he hadn’t realized he needed. It pacified and ignited. Then, like a master of torture, she pulled away, placing her lips on his ear and whispered “Djac…”

Djac woke.

The darkness of the room at the villa greeted him coldly. He rubbed his eyes. These pesky visions were becoming quite the habit. As if his mind couldn’t possibly find anything else to dream about. Because apparently his subconscious thought he needed even more to worry and distract him.

Djac looked across the room at the slumbering Bianca. He had insisted upon a separate bed the first time he returned to IshFahar. This being his third return since their wedding, she had probably come to expect his distance.

Djac pulled the sheets away, and left their room for the kitchen. The house was asleep, but he secretly hoped for one person to still be awake.

He creeped down the stone steps, catching the sight of his mother at the table, busy with some cheese she was wrapping.

“Ima.” He said carefully so as not to startle her. She didn’t even blink. She was silent for a moment, then nodded toward a seat next to hers.

The two fell into work, knotting the goat cheese in muslin, throwing the little packages into a large bowl, and starting the process over again.

“She’s restless.” his mother offered. Djac knew the conversation would inevitably turn to Bianca, but had hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.

“I’m sure she is.” Djac tied the cloth closed. She gave Djac a look but said nothing.

“I’ve given her a perfectly good opportunity to help me. She knows how to make healing potions, the soldiers fighting to defend their homes and tribes could desperately use a resource like that, but she won’t do it.” Djac said, having had this conversation for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Not unless you take her with you, I know.” she shrugged. “I believe you are right not to tote her around with you in the middle of a war. No matter how much she may want to go with you.”

“She’s safer here. With you.” There was an awkward pause, and Vania moved to cut a new batch of the curd.

“I’d swear she loves you. The way she pines for you when you’re gone, looking out of her window into the horizon for days. She doesn’t eat, I don’t believe she sleeps. She can’t bring herself to do her chores… but then…” Vania dropped her work to look at her son. “When you’re together its as if there is no life between you. You can’t stand the sight of each other.”

Djac said nothing, nudging the cheese into a square. “You don’t… blame her…. for–” Djac’s eyes snapped up to his mother.

“Of course don’t blame her for that! How could I?” The implication hur, but he understood why she asked. It wasn’t as if Djac had been very understanding. He sighed. Vania stroked her son’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“You have too good of a heart for something so cruel. Forgive me for considering it.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, ima.” Djac mumbled, suddenly feeling very tired. “Ima, I wonder if you could…” Djac looked to Vania’s warm gray eyes. “I’m having…. Nightmares.” Djac lied. “Could you make me a sleeping draught I could take at night to banish dreams? I can’t ask Bianca.”

Vania looked down at her work as if thinking it over. “I do not relish the thought of you keeping secrets from your wife. Not to mention any potion she made would be one hundred times more potent than mine. But I cannot abide you reliving moments of this war in your sleep. So, I will show you how to make one.” She wiped her hands on a cloth, and set to work in the pantry.

Year 4

“I need some milk over here!” Djac shouted as he picked up the tiny boy from the mat he laid on. The poor child’s breathing was labored and his eyes were exhausted with hunger. Djac looked around at the girls who were all busied with their own patients. “Mujhe yahaan kuchh doodh chaahie!!” Djac tried again in their own language. One of the aids abandoned the bandage she was tying and looked through a supply cart. She rushed a small urn to Djac before turning to the next refugee.

Djac took the boy in his arms and cradled him, lifting the urn to his lips. The little boy’s green eyes looked into Djac’s, delirious with his malnutrition, searching for reasons to be afraid. The little boy drank, slowly.

Djac found himself rocking the boy back and forth on the floor of the infirmary, whispering reassuring nothings to him as the chaos around them was no doubt frightening. He was a beautiful little boy, despite the dirt that adorned his hair and face. Djac’s heart tightened as he fed him, wondering if any of his family had made it into the city with him.

“Djac?!” Ravi called over the din of the street where the refugees were scattered. Djac looked at his friend over the crowd of the dispossessed. Ravi beckoned him closer, but Djac only shook his head. He was busy.

Ravi stepped through the crowd, laying on their mats, some of them crying, others groaning in pain from their injuries, others silent with shock.

“Our resources are strained as it is! We cannot keep accepting every stray that wanders in from the wilderness!” Ravi shouted. Djac looked down at the tiny boy in his arms, who had fallen asleep. Djac gently lowered him back onto the mat, satisfied that the urn was empty.

Without a word, Djac made his way to the supply cart to look for bandages for the next patient.

“Djac? Djac are you even listening to me?” Ravi shouted.

“Look around, Ravi! These are people. OUR people. Not strays.” Djac stepped carefully in the walking paths of the makeshift infirmary. Kneeling down to a woman with a dried gash in her forehead. “They will not be abandoned in the desert for Einar and his men to terrorize.” He set to work dressing the wound.

“I’m already having a hard enough time convincing my cleric to surrender our grain supplies! We were not built to–”

“You need more resources? Put the uninjured to work!” Djac bent down, pulling a throw down over a man’s chilled feet. “Divide them into fit and unfit, then skilled and unskilled.”

“Djacar!” One of the aids called over to him, “Is ghaav ko bharane mein mujhe aapakee madad chaahie!”

“She needs me to cauterize a wound.” Djac started toward her.

“I heard what she said...” Ravi mumbled in tow. Djac made quick work of the man’s festering leg. He was the only fire element in the city who could burn away the infection, sear the flesh closed, and cause very little to no pain in the process.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” Ravi’s head fell into his hand.

“All those years of shirking your studies coming back to haunt you?” Djac meant it as a jest, but Ravi’s eyes turned hard.

“If I recall correctly, you were there shirking right along with me! I can’t tell you how many times my father tanned my hide because you suggested we go out and meet some pretty girls!”

Djac nodded, fully aware of his past failures. “Those days are behind me now.”

“Since when?” Ravi spat.

“Since–look it doesn’t matter. What matters is, I’m here now and I’m going to help you.” Djac put his hand on Ravi’s shoulder. “With your father gone, this is your tribe now. Your city. Prandeep is one of the last strongholds in the south, and like it or not it is now a refuge state for the nomads of this realm. People are depending on you.”

“But, I have already given away–”

“So stop giving it! Lead these people into a strong community. Delegate the responsibilities, use your men to help guide them. This city could be thriving, and when Einar comes to attack it,” Djac gave Ravi a pointed look, “And Einar will come to attack… You’ll be ready, with something of an army on your hands.”

Ravi contemplated Djac’s words. Fear and doubt still lurked in his eyes, but he gave a determined nod. “I still don’t know what I’m doing.” Ravi whispered.

“I will stay and help you for as long as I can. But other regions need my help too. I cannot stay for long. I would start with organizing the new wave of people. Then I’d work on organizing your resources. Fish, livestock, grain...”

Year 5

The stars in the desert were so beautiful when one took the time to appreciate them. Djac brought the leaf to his lips to take in a long drag.

“I swear! She had red hair!” Ali chuckled.

“Lies!” One of the other men called out, throwing his empty bone at Ali for his tall tale.

“Djac, help me out here! You’ve known the most water elements of all of us. Please tell these ignorant fools that some people in the water realm have red locks.” Ali held out his hands. Djac let the question hang for a moment, holding them all in anticipation.

These stolen moments were restorative. Almost peaceful. In between the fighting. The heartache. The exhaustion. The death. On nights in between travels when he and his small group of men had dinner around a fire, and talked about silly things that made them forget the war. He was their leader, and he loved them.

Djac cracked a smile. “It’s true.” The group of eight men moaned and guffawed, still apprehensive about the claim.

“Ha! I told you!” Ali began pointing at each of his companions in triumph. “And she was almost a beautiful woman. If water elements can even be called such a thing.” Ali and a couple of the other men spit over their shoulders to ward off bad luck for such a comment. However much he admired his men, they had little to no respect for their enemy.

“What color did the water princess have?” Uriah asked. “I’ve heard she’s beautiful. Some say the fairest of the water elements.” The question caught Djac totally off guard as all the men again looked to Djac in expectation. Each of them knew he had spent time with the princess, but he had never shared the details of his time in the Earth Realm. In fact, he avoided thinking about it at all.

Djac scratched his beard, suddenly hesitant to answer. “Blonde.” He put simply, taking in another puff.

“I’ve heard she’s one of the most talented water elements the realm has ever known.” Zarich added.

“She’d be no match for Djac if she ever came up against him!” Elil shoved Djac’s shoulder and the group chortled. Djac gave a bemused smile, totally unconvinced of such a sentiment. He had seen the princess’ power first hand. His own abilities had grown considerably in number and strength over the past five years. He could only imagine the lengths to which hers had developed.

“I think I heard she’s led a campaign against the Air Realm for a number of years now. There’s even talk about her building an army out of mercenaries and defectors from her father’s reserve.” said Yasuf.

“She’s supposedly switched tactics and is going to pay the Fire Realm a visit.” Hamid scoffed. Djac sat upright from his reclined position. “I suppose we should be honored.” Hamid flourished his hand in a fake bow.

“Where did you hear that?” Djac found himself asking. The whole group’s eyes looked quizzically at Djac’s sudden urgency.

“It was just a rumor, sir. There are dozens of them out there. People make them up to help the Water Realm seem more intimidating. I heard she was coming to the Fire Realm and I think the same day it was said that she was imprisoned in ice by her father in the coldest reaches of the North.”

“That she’s taken a vow of chastity and elected to live among the Voiceless Elders of the Old Order.”

“Or that she’s in hiding because she was too outspoken against her father’s war.”

“People say she’s bridled the seas, she has the voice to quiet a nation, that she’s the champion of the waters and that she’s going to journey here to douse the Abiding Flame.” Ali laughed.

“Who knows what she’s actually up to.” Uriah shrugged, poking the fire and releasing its sparks.

“Well, one thing’s certain, nothing awaits her in the Fire Realm but death!” Elil raised his canteen as if to toast the prospect and the rest of the group followed suit.

“That’s enough!” Djac barked. A hush came over them men. “She is not your concern. There should be no room for idle speculation about your enemy.” Enemy. The word felt sour on his tongue.

“But she isn’t a threat, is she? What’s her name, Annalise?”

An unbidden memory flashed through Djac’s mind at the mention of her name. A princess, singing at a banquet. It felt like a lifetime ago. Two lifetimes. Her voice raising the water in the fountain into beautiful shapes and patterns, the entire assembly entranced, and Djac’s mind being utterly taken by Annalise’s sound.

“Do not underestimate your opponent. Ever.” Djac looked around at his men. “That’s what got us into so much trouble over the years. Now, let’s get some sleep. We have a long day in the shadow realm tomorrow, I should hate for any of you to fall behind.”

Djac slumped down in his pack, trying to get comfortable for sleep. The rest of the men silently started preparing their own beds, and drifted off one by one.

Long after he heard the soft snoring of eight men, Djac was wide awake. He wondered with great irritation how much stock there was in any of those rumors. It was clear though, if Annalise did step foot in Fire Realm, he would have to assume they were enemies. He would never do her the dishonor of equating her to her father, but it had been so many years since he’d last known her, and it seems she had been at war with Aeolus. She must have changed in that time. Gods knew he had.

He stared up at the stars, willing sleep to come, and he found that he was tightly clutching the amulet that still adorned his neck.

 

[_Annalise_]

Terra knelt before her, beside the ornate burial boat. Its shallow hull was filled with offerings to follow Nikolas, consort of Queen Terra, into the afterlife. Ann watched her stroke his hair, the now familiar numbness within her chest welcome at least, her emotions lying dormant beneath it.

The Queen had come to her the day after his death, asking for him to be buried in the way of the water realm. Surprise ebbed her grief, and she had cautiously pressed Terra as to why. Did she not want her husband to be near to her and her people?

Terra had simply given a sad smile, her eyes filled with a depth of pain that Ann couldn’t begin to fathom and quite frankly, hoped she never would. The water realm, the seas, were still his home, she had replied. Their love knew no kingdom, and she wouldn’t need to see a visible sign of his body beneath the earth to remember him. No, his soul belonged to the waters, and that’s where she wished his final visage to be.

And so, Ann had instructed on the ways of their dead. The preparation of the boat and Nik’s body beginning immediately. In honor of his and Terra’s devotion to each other, the vessel had been filled with rich soil that had surrounded their home. A thin slab of pearly granite would serve as his bed and branches that blossomed with white petals were placed to surround his prone form.

The people of the earth realm had been traveling there all day to honor him. Silently adding their gifts to help him on his journey. Grain, jewels, baskets of meats and jugs of wine lay nearby. And dyed fabrics of the softest silk covered him and the gold that had been carefully placed in his hands.

Finally, as the sun made its peace with the world and the stars shown brightly in the sky, Ann stepped forward holding a small bowl. Kneeling beside her fallen friend, she dipped her fingers within the contents and placed them over Nik’s eyes and nose, pulling them downwards until the red mark of the warrior lined his face. Not needing to signal her, it seemed Terra already knew it was time. Her own bronzed hands placed a crown upon her husband’s head, bent to kiss his brow and stood, stepping back and giving Ann a nod.

As Ann handed the bowl off, she stepped within the waters, her voice lifting in a haunting lament. A call to the seas to come and take their son home.

Hours later found Ann still sitting on the beach, staring out at the ocean. She had gone over what had happened time and time again within her mind. It had been over almost as soon as it had begun. She had uttered the warning of the wind walkers just as they heard the eerie whistling of spears being thrown. She and Nikolas had fought the best they could, but there had been too many. In the end, he had stepped in front of a spear to save her, right as Terra’s army arrived and the Crethean vessel that Nikolas had sent word for was seen on the horizon. The walkers had disappeared then, just as quickly and as silently as they had arrived.

It had been a preliminary attack. The air king was testing the readiness of the earth realm. He was anything but rash, in most cases, that was. He had effectively had them scurrying now, grieving the loss of their king, while probably using this time to prepare another attack. But that was his mistake.

Standing, she brushed the sand from her garments and turned to make her way to Terra’s tent, where her friend was waiting for her. As she entered, she saw the Queen rise from her desk to face her and Ann had to suck in a breath as their gazes met. There was no more grief in this widows’ eyes. No. It had now turned into pure rage.

Mother Earth was calling for war.

Year 2

A small band of Crethean soldiers milled around the road leading to the fishing village of Ravenharbor. Ann studied them, taking note of their age, weapons and demeanors. It was close to dusk and it was clear by their annoyed conversations that they were ready to find themselves some warmth from the howling winds. Shifting, she glanced at Turisas with nod who in turn signaled behind them to the silent group that were waiting for the go ahead to attack.

After Nikolas’s death, Terra’s resolve to remain fairly neutral had crumbled. Since then, they had organized small, strategic attacks upon Aelous’s patrols that were now commonly seen in the earth mothers realm. It had been enough to keep his attention there, and hopefully away from joining Einar and his war upon the fire realm. But he was growing angry, and the damage he was inflicting was starting to add up. Aeolus now had a price on Ann and Terra’s head and his soldiers were more than happy to oblige it seemed, doing whatever it took to find them. Having safely gotten Terra into hiding, using the birth of the new earth Princess as leverage, Ann had left with a small group of willing ‘rebels’, as they were being called, to find help from those left within the water realm.

She hated it. Even knowing there was no choice, she absolutely could not get used to killing. But yet, she found she was growing disgustingly good at it. Her power was growing stronger every day that passed, and her skill in creating weapons and using them was even starting to challenge the sentinel that trained her. Turi seemed proud of her while she just couldn’t help but try to wash away the feeling of blood upon her hands.

Sighing, she nudged Turisas. “Te.” Yes. It was time. They crawled through the brush on their bellies, Ann using the shadows as much as she could, and wishing, as she did often, that she had Djac’s ability to cover them with it. Stamping down the pang that was still all too fresh, the group moved to surround the soldiers in a half moon position.

Steadying her body, she held out a palm, droplets of water collecting in a tight weave, crystalizing upwards until a gleaming short sword was formed. Turning her head, her eyes met Turisas. A breath was taken, then two. Her chin dipped into a nod. There was no cover for them on the road, so it would be a sprint to reach them before an alert was given and someone escaped. She pushed off the ground and took off into a run, Turisas and the rest right behind.

There were yells of surprise, and a desperate scrambling of the band of soldiers. One rushed towards her and was thrown backwards as Turisas barreled into him, but there wasn’t time to check on him before another took his place, raising his sword to clash with her own. Even after dozens of skirmishes, she still wasn’t quite used to that first meeting of weapons, and she steeled herself against the harshness of the bone jarring clash. Strength not being her strong point, she sidestepped, letting her sword slide downwards, and pulling a dagger from her belt, whirled, swiping the blade against his side to meet flesh. He bellowed at the pain and like an animal who faced death, his fight became more ferocious. Diving at her, she threw herself to the side and kicked out a leg to meet his momentum forward. And he stumbled past her, Ann dropped the sword and shot upwards, jumping on his back and plunging the dagger into his neck. Her free hand covered his mouth, stifling the scream as he crumpled to the ground, holding it there until he finally succumbed.

“Gods forgive me.” She whispered, turning to notice that the rest of group they had targeted had been successfully taken care of. It had been quick. Just as they had suspected. Getting the confirmation that all was well from Turisas, they made quick work of moving the bodies from the road and hiding them. The few supplies the soldiers had with them was picked over carefully, collecting anything they may need to continue their journey and leaving the rest.

Ann pushed back the familiar nausea at the sight of blood and used her canteen to wash away the sight of it the best she could before they continued on into the village. Gods she hoped Oliver had been right and coming all this way to see this man, Goran, would be worth it. Apparently he had sway over a so called thieves guild which there were several of all over the water realm, and if they could garner his support, they may have a shot of pushing Aeolus’s army back.

An hour or so later, leaving their companions behind, Ann and Turisas found themselves at the Inn that Oliver had suggested was a frequent of the guild. Several patrons were lingering outside, obviously drunk and throwing around comments that Ann hadn’t heard before in her life. Unable to help it, she felt her cheeks heat. Beside her, Turisas grumbled in disdain and glanced at her with a questioning brow. “Her highness is….wanting to go through with this?”

Did they have a choice? Hands pulled her fur trimmed cloak tighter about her shoulders and just gave the tiniest of nods. “It…It isn’t so bad.” As Turisas was about to open the door, a man flew out of it, landing face first in the mud, and a bout of raucous laughter from inside followed him.

Her sentinel looked at the man and back at her, narrowing his eyes. “For the record, Turisas does not recommend this.”

“Noted…” She muttered before squaring her shoulders and walking inside. Smoke and loud conversation immediately assaulted her, and the smell of cooking meat had her stomach growling. Gods, when was the last time she actually sat down inside and ate a meal? Fighting back the longing of such a memory, she pushed back the hood of her cloak and froze, registering that the room had grown silent.

Well then, so much for being discreet.

“Can we help you, mistress?” A woman at the bar asked, suspicion and distrust apparent in her tone.

Ann raised her chin and nodded. “I am looking for the one called Goran. Is he here?” Her blue eyes swept the room.

“He might be.” A dark man, partially hidden at a back table, called back.

“Or he may not be.” Another retorted with a laugh.

She pushed her irritation back. “We have extremely important information to discuss with him. Is he or isn’t he here?”

She heard a chair scrape backwards and saw someone stand near the one who had spoken first. As he moved forward, or stalked really, she stood her ground, even as he loomed over her. Intimidation tactics did nothing except royally piss her off these days.

“I might be him. What is it that m’lady wants?”

Staring at him quietly a moment, trying to decide who he actually was, Ann spoke. “If you are Goran, I’ve need to speak with you.”

“About?”

Her lips pressed into a frown. “It really isn’t a matter to say in public. Is there somewhere a bit more…private?” She realized her mistake as his lips quirked into a seductive smile.

“Ah, my reputation with the ladies proceeds me!” His voice boomed across the room with a laugh that had the rest cackling in response like a mass of hens.

Her jaw dropped at the audacity, and she wrinkled her nose in obvious disgust. If they weren’t desperate for help, she would have left.

Noticing her look, he quieted his amusement and spread his arms around. “These are my most trusted friends, MY ladyship,“ he emphasized in a mocking way. “You can tell me now, here, or not at all.”

Clenching and unclenching her fists, she glanced at Turisas who looked as though he wanted to rip the man’s throat from his body. Fine. So be it. What did they have to lose at this point.

“We are looking to gather an army. Assistance for a noble cause.” She paused for a moment, gauging his reaction, but as no indication of his thoughts crossed his face, Ann continued. “We seek fellows who will help us fight for the realms. To rid them of tyranny and bring the four back to a more cohesive union with each other.”

“And what…my dear lady, would you be able to promise, if we join your…er… army?” He stepped close to her, a hand reaching out to play with a lock of her hair.

“What do you want?” A brow rose as she found herself staring up at his features. Two sides of his shaved scalp were tattooed with intricate designs and his remaining hair was fashioned into a thick plait down the middle. She supposed she could understand why some of the women spoke about him in swooning voices. He was rather enigmatic, if you liked that sort, that is.

His lips curved upwards in a surprisingly boyish grin and a brow lifted as he glanced her up and down suggestively. “I have some ideas…”

She might be naïve in many ways, but she understood his meaning. “You are out of your damnable mind.” Her words hissed through her lips.

“Ohhh, and you have quite a mouth on you. I wonder what else those lips are capable of.” Before she could register what he was about to do, he grabbed her arms and pulled her forwards, slanting his mouth over hers.

It took her half a moment before the haze of shock began to dissipate. Then her body stiffened with an immediate feeling of repulsion and rage. Without thinking, she brought her knee up between his legs forcefully, and as he jerked upwards in pained surprise, she brought her fist up, connecting her knuckles to the side of his nose. It connected with a satisfying crunch and he fell to the ground doubled over with a groan. “You disgusting, filthy pig of a man! How dare you touch me!”

Whirling on her heel, she made her way to the door, but his men moved to stop her, blocking the exit, and she narrowed her eyes. She saw Turisas move quickly to flank her while pulling out a sword and she scowled, hating the feeling of being trapped and despising the fact that these no good morons were making her panic. She felt her emotions pulling moisture from the air and slammed her right foot on the ground while pushing her hands forward. Ice scrambled forth like a break in a dam, sweeping across the floor and up the walls. Around them, the men began slipping, struggling to stay upright and Ann used this moment to plant herself back to back with the sentinel, facing Goran, a silvery sword and half shield forming in her palms. “Call your men back. Now.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on!” Goran laughed from his kneeling position on the floor where he was staunching a bloody nose. Rising, surprisingly unfazed at the ice, he aimed a nauseatingly sweet smile in her direction. “What a show!” His clapped his hands slowly, pointedly, as though she was a performer for his own personal amusement. “So…you’re Einar’s daughter. I thought you looked familiar …And it seems you’re a rather talented Siren to boot.” Tapping his chin, he watched her with a shrewd eye before shrugging. “Alas….madam Queeny, though I’m willing to let you go, because, I have to say, that was quite a sight to behold...” His gaze narrowed, his demeanor suddenly becoming dark. “ ..I hate to tell you that you won’t find any supporters here. You should just go back to whatever tower you were holed up in. Treason or not, the first chance I ever get at taking down the mad king or his crazy admirer Aeolus, im taking.”

She straightened, her eyes cold as she stared him down. “It’s Princess, you idiot. And I am not here to recruit for Einar or Aeolus. I’m here to get help to kill them.”



Year 3

In the distance, she could hear a baby crying. It echoed throughout the caverns where the people of the earth realm took refuge now.

They had arrived just this morning, several of their army’s having pulled back to heal wounded, bury dead and rest as much as they could. For the past several months, the air realm had been particularly nasty with their counter assaults, and she couldn’t help but to feel that they weren’t gaining any headway anymore.

Something needed to be done.

“Princess.” She heard a woman call, and looking up, saw one of Terra’s ladies motioning her inside a large cavern where the Queen was currently residing. Moving forward, she entered, helpless to do anything but smile as she saw her friend on the floor playing with her young child.

Terra waved at her apologetically. “Sorry about that. Nicolette is quite adamant these days that I am present to play at specific hours.”



Ann grinned, shaking her head. “As she should be.” Kneeling beside them, she winked at the little girl. “Your father was very persuasive too. It is good to see you again Princess Colette.” Accepting a hug from her goddaughter who squealed with glee, she watched as Terra deftly coerced her into going with her nanny to visit young foundlings within another area.

Helping the earth mother to stand after Nicolette’s departure, Ann forced herself not to shy backwards as Terra took her face in her hands, peering into her eyes. Kind touches weren’t something she was used to these days. In fact, she remained wary of almost everyone.

“You look tired. You haven’t been dreaming, have you?” the question was sharp with concern. When they had started battling the air realm, they had quickly realized that their enemies were using dreams to get to them. After more than a few horrifying and bloody deaths, Terra had successfully crafted a concoction that they took every day. It had kept them from dreaming, but it also, unfortunately kept them from achieving a deep sleep, which was taking its toll.

“No.” Ann answered quickly, seeing relief wash over the others face.

“Good. We have much to discuss. But first…” the earth mother leaned forward and discreetly sniffed her. “A bath…”

It felt good to laugh. “Yes. That would be nice.”

But before anything else could be said, there was a commotion at the entrance and the stiffened as Goran and Oliver stepped forward, assisting a haggard looking man between them.

Her eyes widened, recognition hitting her like a punch to the gut. “Ramos?!” her voice sounded strangled as she rushed to him, embracing her childhood friend. After a moment, she felt his arms come around her, and they stood that way for some moments, deriving comfort from each other. Pulling back, Ann reached up to cup his cheeks, studying his face. He was so much thinner than when she last saw him, and his dark eyes were haunted. “I was afraid you were dead.”

“Sometimes I wish I were.” He murmured, sitting heavily when they motioned him to some nearby furs. “While Oliver was out looking for you, I was instructed to take command of my fleet of ships and embark to the fire realm.” He accepted a cup of warm tea that Terra brought him, staring at it dully.

Ann sank beside him and patted his arm.

Next to her, Oliver crouched, frantically searching his face. “Iris. Have you seen Iris?” The king, once declaring war, had secured Crethea, locking the gates. Oliver had been outside them. And Iris within. He hadn’t seen nor heard from his wife in over three years.

Ramos seemed to grow even more withdrawn, and glanced over at Oliver bleakly. “I did. The king commanded all sirens to accompany the soldiers.”

Her heart stopped and she watched Oliver’s face turn white. “Is she alive?!” He yelled, grabbing at the sea captain and shaking him like a mad man.

“Oliver!” Ann and Terra reached for Ramos as Goran grabbed the duke, pulling him back.

To her surprise and horror, she watched Miguel Ramos, Captain of the infamous Crethean fleet, as his eyes filled with emotion. “He ordered them to the front lines.” His voice whispered. “It’s the last I saw of them.”

She wanted to cover her ears as Oliver’s grief overcame him, his guttural howls echoing off the walls. Her arms found their way around him, and she held him as tightly as she could, rocking back and forth as though he was a child. Ramos joined them, the three childhood friends attempting to console each others grief, knowing that in the end, it would never be the same again.

After awhile, spent, Oliver simply went silent, and as she called for Goran and Turisas to assist him somewhere to rest, Ramos gently stopped her from following them out, by placing a hand on her arm.

“One more thing….” He stared up at her tiredly. “King Einar is leaving to join the soldiers at Agnihar.”

She frowned, confused. “Why would he do that?”

“They took the city awhile back. And he wants to be there when they execute some of the leaders they have been keeping for leverage.”



Year 4

Her eyes stared up at the ceiling of the tavern they had taken over. They had spent the better part of the year within the water realm once again, desperately trying to gain as much ground as possible while Einar was out of the picture. They were succeeding, but Ann couldn’t shake feeling of bleakness that followed her around from morning until night.

So desperate for a respite from it, she had joined Goran for dinner and had felt herself curious as to whether his comfort would ease it from her. Now, within this room and upon a bed with him, it just seemed to deepen the darkness that swirled within her belly, and as he rose above her to kiss her mouth, she began to panic, struggling to draw in a breath.

“Wait…stop…stop. I can’t do this.” Her hands pushed at Goran’s chest, and to his credit, he sat up immediately, looking at her with concern. “I’m sorry…I, I can’t..” Making to get up from the bed they were upon, he grabbed her hand.

“Whoa, hold on then. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Pulling her unwilling body back to him, he peered at her, cupping her cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, feeling sick. “No..no, it isn’t you…it’s..”

“Oh I’ve heard that line before…surprisingly not by any of my lovers though..” He barked a laugh.

Blinking, she stared at him before her face turned red. Gods, how did she think she was ready for this. “I didn’t mean…”

His lips twisted in a wry grin and he cradled her, stroking her hair. “Shh, then. It’s alright. I’m only jesting. Is it…someone else?”

Her sudden horrified silence just seemed to brighten his smile. What was wrong with him?

“Ohhh, it is isn’t it! Tell me about him. I must know who has stolen the heart of my beautiful Queen.” Reaching over, he poured them both a glass of strong smelling spirits, and handed her one.

Watching him warily, she took a sip, and almost regretted it as the pungent liquid hit her tongue. “Princess. And you are a very peculiar man.”

“I learned long ago not to take things too seriously. Or get too attached. As someone with my er…skills, I cannot afford it. But you….you could change that, I think.”

Her nose wrinkled. “I doubt that.” She remarked dryly. How had she gotten into this position? In bed, unclothed, with a criminal nonetheless, talking about..about him? Gods, how the years had changed her. The hidden memory of Djac had her downing the drink in hand, and with a small cough, she held the chalice out. She was such a fool. “More please.” she croaked, sucking in a breath at the fire that ran down her throat and into her stomach.

With a knowing look, he poured her another. “You seem to be avoiding the question.” Handing back her drink, he covered her hands with his own, holding on until her startled eyes met his again. “Tell me.”

Her head canted. “Why? Why is it so important for you to know?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps I want to see if I can steal your heart back.”

“No one has my heart.” Ann snapped.

“Ohhh feisty. I love that in a woman.”

“How did I not remember how utterly annoying you are?”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me, or I start shouting to the rooftop how much I adore having her beautiful Queenship in my bed, and how we shall get married and have five chil…”

Horrified at the rising tone of his voice, she slapped a hand over his mouth, but he just moved it and began yelling. “OH YOUR MAJES”

“ALRIGHT! Alright fine! But there is nothing to tell!”

He stopped yelling and looked at her smugly. “But there was a man, yes?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I suppose…” she answered cautiously.

“Were you lovers for long?”

“We weren’t lovers at all!”

A brow lifted in disbelief. “You love someone you have only kissed?”

She growled. “I didn’t kiss him, and I never said I was in love. You did!”

“Pffft. Then why this…this hesitation? You are a beautiful woman…I am a beautiful man…” He ignored her scoff. “Are you betrothed to him?”

“No. I am not betrothed either.” Gods, it was sounding idiotic to even her now. “It was just…just someone I admired. He was kind to me. And, well…it was nice having someone around that didn’t press me for favors, or songs, or anything else I could give to him because of my station.” She shrugged. “Besides, it doesn’t even matter now. He left. And I probably won’t see him again. If I do…I seriously doubt it will be on good terms. If he isn’t already dead.” Her stomach rolled at the thought that Djac had been one of the ones executed.

She could tell by the way he was looking at her that he wanted to press for further details. But before he could open his mouth, she put down her glass and shifted to lie down. Ann had said enough, and she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She wanted to push the thoughts back down to where they belonged. Out of mind.

“You never know. It could have been love. It is a mysterious thing. People die for it, and will do anything at times to achieve it.”

Ann shook her head, refusing to look at him. “I do not think I should like it.”

“Sometimes you do not get a choice, lovely.” He took a long drink and looked at her curiously. ‘What was his name?”

Feeling something break within her at the question she pretended to be asleep, not trusting her words at this point.

The bed shifted as he set his own chalice down and pulled the furs over her. The pad of his thumb wiped away the wetness that she hadn’t realized had spilled from her eyes. “Keep your secrets then, Princess. For tonight.”



Year 5

There was an icy rain pummeling them the night they stormed Crethea and took the castle from the remaining guards and noblemen. Einar had yet to return from leaving to gleefully watch his rumored success in the fire realm. He was getting cocky. Crethea had been left painfully undermanned, and Annalise had taken advantage of the weakened kingdom.

“I want those gates closed!” She yelled to Miguel and turned to Goran and Oliver. “We need to take any resisters to the dungeons. Those that can be swayed, put them to work. Oliver, make sure the walls are manned. Keep watch for any ships or wind walkers on the horizon.” Leaving them to their orders, she marched up the steps, Turisas waiting for her at the door. “Let’s move any remaining citizens to the castle, and set up the throne room for our wounded. I want everyone close in case of an attack.”

Making her way to her fathers war room, she unclasped her ebony cloak and threw it aside, shaking the water from her hair before beginning to search the room for information.

She was seated at the table scanning through several mounds of parchments when Goran stalked in.

“I think you might want to see this.” He said, his voice solemn.

At his tone, she lifted her eyes and rose. “Goran, what is it?”

Motioning to her to follow him, he walked to the throne room, stepping carefully around the maze of people that were setting up pallets for the injured that were pouring in. Moving to an antichamber behind the dais, he stopped and pointed.

Following his gaze, her eyes lit upon two of his men that were carefully laying a thin, sickly looking man upon a pile of blankets.

“We pulled him from the dungeon. Looks like he has been there awhile and smells like death, but I think he’s from the fire realm. I had to convince him that we weren’t there to kill him too. Idiot tried to take a swing at me and almost passed out. Anyway, I thought it best to try and keep him from the rest for now.“

Alarmed, she impatiently waited until the men had made the prisoner as comfortable as possible. As they stepped away and they caught sight of each others faces, she gasped.

“Hello, Princess.”

“Lord Kasim.” She breathed.

“Sounds like you two know each other.” Goran lifted a brow. “Is this…..?”

“No!” she snapped, aiming a warning glance his way.

“YOU!” A bellow was heard behind them, and she turned just as Oliver tried to fly past to Kasim, that is until Goran caught him.

“Watch yourself…” he warned.

Oliver pushed himself away and pointed at Kasim. “This is all your fault! Your plan went wrong and now my wife is dead and the whole bloody world is burning!”

Ann watched Kasim’s sunken eyes narrow. “My fault?” he croaked. “I don’t seem to recall you being unwilling to the plan.”

Oliver sputtered. “None of that matters anymore! Your failing at it, got my wife killed!”

“Oliver…” she said sternly, taking his shoulders in her hands and turning him to face her. “Listen to me. You have been on about the fire realm since Ramos told us about the sirens. It is not their fault.”

“They killed her!” he roared.

“If they did, it was in self-defense, and you know it.”

“She was kind, and gentle. She would have never…”

“I know exactly who she was, Oliver! My gods, we grew up in the same nursery!” Ann yelled, trying to reason with him. “Yes, she was a sweet, lovely woman, but that doesn’t negate the fact that she was a skilled siren underneath that exterior. And she would have done whatever she had to do in order to protect you. To protect all of us. We have no idea what Einar told her and the others.”

He scowled, nonplussed at her reasoning and aimed another hard look at Kasim. “When I find your brother…”

“You’ll do what…” Kasim shot back.

“Enough.” Ann held up her hands, effectively silencing them. “This is not the time. Oliver, go cool off. Goran, have someone fetch Lord Kasim some water and bread, have him checked over by a healer, then, and only THEN, we will discuss what has happened between the two of you.”

It was information she ended up regretting pulling from them later that evening.

Goran put a hand on her shoulder as she sat shaking in a chair, her narrowed eyes upon both Kasim and Oliver. “You are telling me, that the both of you, along with my fathers blessing, planned to get me with child in order to force a marriage and gain the rule of the fire realm?” She half rose, ignoring the tightening of the palm upon her. “Are you both out of your bloody minds!?” Ann half yelled.

Oliver at least had the decency to look ashamed, but Kasim watched her with a steady eye. As he opened his mouth to speak, she interrupted. “Not a word from you.” The tone was warning, and he snapped his mouth closed. “I can’t believe this.” Rising fully, she began to pace. “Not only was the plan a stupid one, but you actually trusted my father to honor his pledge?” Pausing, she stared at them coldly. “The mad king?!” letting loose a half hysterical laugh, she pushed a hand through her hair. “How could you have been so stupid?”

It hurt. Gods did it hurt that she had been misled. Djac had played his part so damned well. Emotions swirled within her, and it took all she had to control the fury that tingled within the palms of her hands to be released. Falling into the chair again, she attempted calm and swept her gaze to Oliver.

“You have known me all my life. You know that I hold nothing above my duty to my kingdom and the rest of the realms. I have always known that I would marry for continued alliances. You of all people know that I have never once balked at such. And yet you…you never once thought to discuss the fire realms issues with me? It never made you wonder why my father didn’t just arrange a marriage?” Her voice shook. “He was playing a game with you!”

She turned her attention to the both of them. “I can forgive the fact that desperate times call for desperate measures. And after visiting the fire realm, I can understand the desperation to do anything in your power, Lord Kasim, to change the tides there. But what I cannot forgive, is the fact that you both tried to take the one thing I have ever had to myself. My dignity.” Swallowing, she shook her head. “I would have willingly helped you!” Her palm slammed down on the arm of the chair and ice shot down it, spreading across the wood and down to the floor. Ann watched it a moment, trying to catch her breath. Was she hurt because she had been apart of the scheme? Or was she hurt because it had all been a lie with Djac?

Before she could speak more, someone rushed into the room. He bowed to her. “Forgive my intrusion your highness. But I have a message from Queen Terra.” She inclined her head and accepted the letter he extended to her. Opening, she scanned its contents and immediately paled. “One of the spies has let her know that Aeolus is preparing to join Einar. I guess they are growing bored and want to play something new.” Crumpling the message in her hand, she tried to fight back the overwhelming exhaustion that suddenly consumed her. The occupants in the room were silent, watching and waiting for her words. There was no help for it then. Rising, she called out to Ramos. “Start getting your ships ready and send word to Terra. We will make our way to the fire realm. Goran, can you help Turisas prepare the soldiers?” As they all nodded and left to go about their duties, she turned her attention to Oliver. “Despite what has transpired, I still need you with me. There are piles of parchments within the war room, go through them and try to figure out anything that might help us.”

Oliver nodded, and with a pointed look at Kasim, he left. She stood there a moment, waiting until all was silent, before her gaze went once more to the leader of IshFahar. “You may accompany us back to your realm.” At his grateful look she began walking to the door, but paused in the threshold as he spoke.

“I am sorry that my brother took you wherever he did. That wasn’t in the plan.”

Her body stiffened and she slowly turned back to him, a brow lifting in disdain. “Your…brother…saved my life. Bowen, my fathers advisor found us as he was giving me a tour of the city and attempted to kill us. He was the reason your plan went awry. Not Djac.” Ann watched him as surprise flashed across his haggard features. She wasn’t sure what made her say what she did next, perhaps she hadn’t quite adjusted herself to the fact of Djac’s betrayal yet, but the words slipped passed her lips before she could stop them. “For what it’s worth, as much as it pains me to say…if it hadn’t been for Bowen….your brother would have succeeded in your little mission. He loves his realm, and is loyal to his family. I suppose that is what made him so convincing…” She studied him, her face carefully blank of emotions. “When we reach your kingdom, and if we are successful in this, then once the council of four has been set in place, and all of the realms have been healed….I never want to see you ever again. ‘Any’ of you.” Ann finished pointedly before walking out, closing the door with finality behind her.

 

[Gray Sage]

Dusk greeted the party when Djac and his men stepped out of the shadows. The town, Yem Salif, in which they came to was quiet as it prepared for the night. His eight companions stumbled out of the shadows, out of breath and sweating.

Djac had never found it difficult to remain so long in the shadow realm. He seemed to be quite talented at it. Though his natural abilities gave him more endurance than the others, even he had to admit, traveling through the desert where shadows were scarce, took a lot of concentration.

They had managed to travel almost five hundred miles in just under eight hours. It would have been more prudent to travel at night, as most fire elements would have, but Djac had a strategy in arriving at Yem Salif so late in the day. They had the cover of darkness in their scouting.

Djac took in his surroundings. His men laid on the ground, catching their breath and resting their bodies and minds. Looking past the town, a stretch of wilderness bowed before a giant mountain. Mount Edan. Despite himself, Djac felt a shiver down his spine as he gazed at the holy edifice, knowing it housed the Abiding Flame.

He had traveled there once before, as all youth did at their coming of age. He had witnessed the Flame burning slowly and steadily, feeling the great kinship with fire.

Yem Salif was a small settlement that housed the travelers who came through on their pilgrimage of the mountain, but recently it had become something else. Djac had heard reports. A man claiming to be the White Flame had set up residency here, and now had something of an impassioned following under his feet.

The entire town had been relegated to deranged disciples, driving out anyone who disagreed with their philosophies, and killing those who resisted. This man, the “White Flame” as he called himself, had convinced his followers that they were the chosen people of the gods, meant to overthrow the Water King and smite down the water realm. As ridiculous a notion as that was, this leader was gathering an army of impassioned people who tired of the war and desperate for a brighter future.

“So… Let me get this straight.” Ali panted. “This imposter claims to be the White Flame, stealing all of your credibility and hard work that you’ve done for the people of this realm…. for the past however long, displaces hundreds of people, murders dozens more, and you don’t want to kill him?” Ali lifted his head from his reclined position to look at Djac.

Djac fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was true, he had developed a reputation for being a savior type with the people of the Fire Realm, so they had given him a nickname. It was a misguided attempt at flattery. Supposedly, he had created a legend for himself, simply by helping to win a few battles and creating safe harbors for his people. Yet, the war wasn’t won. How could anyone feel honored in the midst of that?
“Death is not something to be handed out so easily, Ali. That goes for the rest of you too.” Djac looked at the faces of his exhausted men. Some of them groaned, not in the mood for a lecture while their limbs felt like sludge.

“I am headed into the city. Stay here and catch your breath, but be ready when I clear an opening for you.”

He took off jogging toward the city wall, hearing Elil behind him muttering, “How does he have the energy for this?”

Djac lifted his mask until just his eyes were showing. His plan for anonymity had backfired since it was exactly that mystery which had dubbed him the White Flame, but it also meant protection for IshFahar. If Einar knew the true identity of the White Flame, he would likely send a legion of soldiers to his home that very hour.

Djac shot an arrow toward the top of the city wall, lodging it deeply in the stone’s mortar. He climbed the rope that dangled before him, silently landing on the wall’s overlook. Stepping into shadows for further concealment was difficult as the walls were lined with torches. He wouldn’t be completely invisible to his adversaries, but it would give him an edge.

Soon enough he came across a few sentinels. He had learned a little trick, however. Years ago, he had the instinct to surge a wave of heat into a shivering lady’s body. He had never done such a thing before until that moment. As it turned out, that was not something most fire elementals were familiar with. Regardless, he had managed to expand this ability… and soon enough there were three sentinels on the ground, passed out from heatstroke.

He made his way down the city streets, slipping back into shadow when he needed concealment, but things were quiet. Too quiet. As Djac scouted the area, the brightness from the town square caught his eye.

The temple in the center of the city was swarmed with dozens of torches, lighting nearly every inch of its structure. Djac had visited the temple before to pay respect to the gods on his journey to the Abiding Flame, but the torches were a new addition. He knew he should be circling back to open the gate for his men, but his curiosity brought him to the temple steps, and in through the open archway.

He knew the torches were a device to keep out fire elements who would use the shadow realm for a surprise attack, but he wasn’t there to attack, nor did he care if he was spotted.

The temple was grand and haunting. Eerie, with how the walls would whisper and the paintings that adorned it spoke of the past. Djac’s own past seemed to burn in his mind as he revisited the halls he had walked through in his youth. As if by instinct, his path led him to the great sanctuary, where you would light a candle for the gods, and say a prayer. But the sanctuary was not empty. A young man in white robes, maybe a few year’s Djac’s junior, stood at the altar, his hands lifted in worship.

“You may come in, my son. I have been expecting you.” He said, turning around. It was odd to be called a son by someone who was younger than him, but Djac’s only response was to walk further down the marble floor.

The young man moved to a table that had been set up at the side of the room, holding a tray of goblets and a bottle of wine.

“May I offer you a drink?” He asked, pouring some of the magenta into the golden chalice.

Djac remained silent for a moment while he held out the offering.

“There is not meant to be food or drink within the Dargah.” The young man shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the wine himself.

“You’re also not supposed to wear your shoes in the holy sanctorum, but I see you have no problem exempting yourself from that rule.”

“I am not here to offer a sacrifice nor to pray.” Djac corrected, disliking this boy more by the second.

“Well, when you are able to interpret the will of the gods, perhaps they will overlook you offering wine in their presence.”

“So.” Djac continued, beginning to amble about the room. “You interpret the will of the gods. I am assuming you’re the one they call the White Flame?” Djac looked over at the man from the corner of his eye.

He smiled at Djac. “That is the honorific the gods have bestowed on me. I can hardly help it if the people of this world wish to follow in their example.”

Djac turned away to roll his eyes. “Tell me, White Flame, what wisdom have the gods shared with you?”

“I will be able to answer all of your questions, and more, but first,” The imposter set his goblet down on the table and approached Djac with an outstretched hand. Djac’s own hand flew to his weapon, but the young man stopped in his tracks in righteous indignation.

“I merely wish to connect with you on a spiritual level, my son. I give you my word, I will not harm you.”

“No, thank you.” Djac replied. The young man chuckled darkly, giving the impression he was wiser than he was.

“You have much to learn, Djac. Chiefly, that there are forces in this world far beyond your control.”

“How do you know my name?” Djac’s hand tightened on his weapon.

“I know many things. Things that would make you shudder. I am burdened with knowledge. The gods have blessed me with a curse, that I can see the world as it really is.”

“You have officially run out my patience. You are nothing but a charlatan, and a dangerous one at that. You have taken innocent lives, and your reign in this city has come to an end.”

Just as he finished, two armed men sounded at the entrance of the sanctorum, one of them nodding toward their young master. “They’re all apprehended, sir.” Djac turned around to look at the young man, but just as his eyes fell on him, something struck him in the face, a black powder puffing in a cloud, and burning up his nose.

Disoriented, Djac stumbled, looking at the weapon that the man held. It was nothing back a small black pouch, filled with some kind of dust substance.

“Perhaps one day you will come to acknowledge that I am much more than I appear.” He said, wrapping the pouch back around his belt.

Djac summoned fire to his finger tips, but just as he did a horrible sensation tore at his nose, his throat, his eyes, and deep in his lungs, like breathing in tiny bits of broken glass. He was choking, gasping, rubbing his eyes raw, willing them to see.

“But for now, I would like to give you time to see our greater vision for the future.” strong hands seized Djac’s arms as he hacked for clean air. The more he tried to summon his fire to defend himself, the hotter his lungs, lips, and face burned. Even his fingertips started to sting. Whatever this powder was, it was powerful.

“Hold him still!” their leader commanded. Djac did little to make their job easier as he thrashed and fought against their stronghold. Nonetheless, he felt a hand close in around his neck.

A flame burst out from the leader’s palm. White and dazzling. Without a doubt, Djac felt in his innermost being, the pathway opening to connect with him. Like tripping into a sudden dip in the road, Djac fell into a link with this man, and a blue flame erupted from around his neck, swirling with the white flame he had spawned.

His name was Ramas. He was naive and arrogant. He had a hatred that left a putrid itch in Djac’s mind. Ramas’ ambition was disturbing, his self assurance unnatural.

Djac had shared his inner fire once before with a man named Saffia, and it had been empathetic and unitive. Connecting with Ramas was an entirely different kind of intimacy. It was like seeing a man with leprosy take off his clothes. What might have been a bonding experience made Djac all too familiar with the perversion of Ramas’ character.

Djac looked into Ramas’ eyes, an unbridled fear in his gaze as he looked back. Saffia had told Djac that sharing internal fire was an extremely rare gift, and it was clear Ramas never expected to ever find another fire element who bore the same talent. One who could read his soul right back.

“You have been exploiting the inner fire of all your subjects!” Djac grunted, “You peer into their hearts and minds, taking whatever information you need to manipulate them!”

“Take him away!” Ramas snatched his hand back from around Djac’s neck. The guards dragged Djac out of the sanctorum, as he flailed and kicked to escape.

Djac was taken to a different building, which was equipped with a dungeon. Thrown into a cell, he caught his breath and began to assess his ailments. His eyes and face still stung, but it flared up to unbearable heights when he tried to summon fire for defense.

“What is this?” He whispered to himself.

“Sir? Djac, is that you?” Djac recognized the voice right away, and rushed to the bars to see into the other cell.

“Don’t touch the–” Ali warned just as Djac’s hand rested on the metal. It was covered in the black substance Ramas had hit him with. It cut like glass, grinding into his skin, leaving him with a burning palm.

“Damn it!” Djac shouted, wishing the cells afforded better light to look at his injury.

“And don’t try stepping into the shadow realm either. It hurts like hell.” Ali called out.

“Are you alright? Is anyone else with you?” Djac asked.

“Zarich and Elil. They’re both out cold, but they’re alright. I think they took the others to cells on a different level. We were ambushed, we had no idea they were coming until they were on us. And they knew to hit us with this black substance, we were defenseless! I’m sorry, sir.”

“No I’m sorry. I should have let you into the city when I had the chance… Don’t worry about that now. As long as no one was hurt. This leader is a tyrant, but he’s cunning. He obviously has some well planned strategies for subduing his enemies.” Djac said, looking at his hands.

“Can you imagine if Einar got ahold of such a weapon?” Ali whispered, the fear evident in his voice.

“Or an earth element for that matter.” Djac mumbled, shuddering at the potions they could create with it. He shook his head in the darkness. He could not account for it. What substance would render a fire element’s abilities so painful? How could he have never heard of such a substance?

“I don’t believe this White Flame has any intention of aiding Einar. He probably wants to keep this weapon a secret. And I don’t believe he has a great deal of it at his disposal. His guards didn’t keep it on their person. Only he had a small pouch of it tied at his belt.”

“You met him?”

“Yes. Pray you do not get the pleasure.”

“But what does he want? Why not just kill us?”

“If I had to guess, he has a morbid curiosity toward your inner minds. He may want to judge you to see if you’re worthy of becoming a follower.” Djac started to look around his cell, following along the walls to learn its dimensions.

“Our inner minds? What is he, an oracle?” Ali scoffed. Then it hit him. This vile black substance had not caused him pain when he connected with Ramas’ fire. It limited some fire element abilities, but not all of them.

“Do not disturb me now, I’ll need all of my concentration.” Djac sat down on the floor, crossing his legs and taking a deep breath of the dank air.

“What are you doing?” Ali asked.

“There’s an ability that I’ve been developing. I’m not even sure it’s real yet. I’ll let you know if I have something.”

Ali didn’t respond, and Djac focused on clearing his mind. It felt futile. But if he could slowly turn a leaf to ash with his mind a few years ago, without setting it on fire, who was to say he couldn’t do it with a steel bar now? Practically the same thing.

Setting all of his attention on the cold bars that kept him prisoner, he imagined a thin flake of the steel falling to the ground like ash, and willing it to do so. His thoughts scraped the bars like fingernails, concentrating a searing heat into the metal, breaking down its structural integrity like long exposure to the sun.

He opened his eyes to look at the door. Through the thick darkness, he swore a small fleck floated to the ground. It’s possible it was just more of that black dust, but it was all the encouragement he needed.

 

[_Annalise_]

Ann stood at the helm of the ship, beside Ramos, speaking quietly before he nodded and she made her way down and towards the bow. After speaking extensively with her captain and Kasim, she had made the decision, albeit reluctantly, to dock and set up a temporary base on the southwest side of the fire realm. IshFahar. It was the best area, of course, and it made the most sense, but gods did it make her queasy with unease.

In the two months it took to prepare, she had barely spoken to anyone except to answer questions and give orders. She purposefully avoided Oliver and Kasim, and only allowed Turisas near, since the Sentinel wasn’t prone to speaking much anyway. But now, they were here. And as much as she had tried to separate herself from them by remaining in her cabin as much as possible, she was needed to make decisions, and now found herself surrounded by the very people she least wanted to see.

A shadow fell over her, and she cut her eyes to Kasim, who joined her. He managed a stiff bow, and she found herself watching him to make sure he didn’t fall over. Djac’s brother looked better than he had that first night, but he was still alarmingly sick, and Ann just hoped being back on his own lands would help heal him completely.

“You have a lot left unsaid, Princess. It would be good to get it out now.”

Turning, she leaned back against the rail and raised a brow. “I’ll pass.”

“Do you wish for me to say I am sorry for the plan…”

“No. I do not.” She said, cutting him off. At his questioning look, she sighed. “Because you are not sorry. But…after much thought, I can understand somewhat of why you thought you had too. That is why I do not think you could ever by truly sorry. You were doing what you thought best for your realm.”

Turning, she waved over Goran, Turisas and Ramos. “I want us to scout the area before we begin unloading the ships. Ramos, you’ll stay. At the first sign of trouble I want you to turn these ships around immediately.”

“There will not be any issues here. My brothers..” Kasim began.

“With all due respect, Lord Kasim, we have been battling the air realm for years now. Aeolus will be actively seeking retribution for something your brother did to him, and you have not been here.” She ignored his wince and continued. “Though I pray that what you speak is truth and your brothers have defended your home, I will not endanger my soldiers to save time. Understood?”

“Then at least let me come with you.”

“I don’t think..” Ann began before he cut her off.

“I haven’t felt my homes earth beneath my feet in some time.” His voice was soft, and as Ann glanced to him, she noticed his dark eyes were almost pleading. “Please…”

After all she had learned of him, she still felt sympathy stir. And despite her better judgement, she found herself relenting. “Very well.”

After coordinating the plan, a small band of them descended the ship, which was still some quite a bit aways from the shoreline. Ann centered herself, grasping at the tumultuous strings of her power, and dropped from the rope to the sea below. As her toes hit the waves, the water solidified into ice, spreading out a small distance around her. Her palms hovered open at her sides, holding it, as the group followed suit. Her scouts had grown somewhat nimble at walking the ice now, and some wore a spike contraption tied onto their boots, that could be easily removed, to assist in traction. They flanked her in a tight v formation, with Kasim in the middle, trotting towards the shoreline silently.

In the predawn light, they hit the small beach and crept over the terrain until they reached the mouth of the river that connected to the sea. Crouching, Ann slipped a hand in and closed her eyes, reaching to connect and speak to the memory that flowed within its cool depths.

There was pain there. Pain and death and anger. Furrowing her brows, her fingers swirled softly, asking. Droplets ran up her arms as a child reaching to their mother and she murmured soothingly, listening to what it had to tell her before she rose.

“It’s calm here.” She whispered to Goran, and he turned, waving a hand in a circular motion. Earth elementals quickly darted away from the group, heading upriver and deeper into the area. They were very well adapted at concealment and nimble of foot, so they would move ahead of the water elements who had weapons drawn in case the signal was given for trouble. Glancing backwards, she watched with a raised brow as Kasim fell to his knees, his eyes closed and his hands borrowing themselves into the ground of his homeland. She had kept her promise. He was home.

Hours later, and nearing dusk, camps were being set up. The scouts had reported several homes and a town further down the river, and Ann had chosen to move a little more inland, but not quite so far as to disturb any citizens yet, though she was sure that there were probably reports of their arrival already. Ann stood silently, her arms crossed as she watched tents being secured. Kasim had insisted, over and over again that this would be the best place, to the point where she had consented just to shut him up. Still she couldn’t bring herself to relax just yet.

“Why the brooding face, beautiful lady?” Goran walked up, followed by Oliver and Miguel, and handed her a drink.

She aimed an irritable look in his direction but took the offering. “I am not brooding.”

“You are.”

“I am not.” Her nose wrinkled.

“She’s so pretty when she’s angry.” He announced gaily and elbowed Oliver in the ribs.

The duke choked on his drink and leveled a dark look in his direction. “I hardly think that appropriate speech about a lady princess.”

“Oh, I bet the ladies adore having you in bed.” Goran rolled his eyes as Miguel snickered.

“We need to get Kasim home.” Ann interrupted, more to stop the brewing argument than anything.

Oliver lifted a brow. “You think it wise since he knows our location?” He was obviously still put out that they were here.

Ann crouched and glanced over to the man in question who was now resting some distance away from them. “I think…we’ll have to put a little faith in him, in order to survive this.” Her words were quiet.

Miguel rubbed his chin, a thoughtful glint in his eye. “You are expecting trouble so soon?”

“Without completely knowing the whereabouts of Einar and Aeolus, we are going to have to make excursions deeper in the fire realm. And I seriously doubt we’ll be looked fondly upon. The people here won’t know right off that we are not here to harm them. Besides, if IshFahar is still standing, it means they aren’t stupid. There are probably already news of our arrival and I would rather meet it head on than get attacked in the middle of the night because they think we are with my father.”

“And getting Kasim home will help with that?”

She shrugged. “That’s what I hope. He’s the eldest of his brothers. The leader here. I have no doubt that he wants this war to end and his people to be safe. And in order to do that, he’ll need us just as much as we will need the fire realm’s assistance.”

Goran peered at her. “But you are still hesitant?”

A sigh left her. How did she tell them that she worried Kasim and his brothers may have a vendetta against her since her realm had reneged on his plan? How did she know he wouldn’t use her to garner some leverage against her father? Lifting a hand to her neck, she rotated her head to try and alleviate some of the tension there. “No. I am simply tired and I want to make sure I do right by all of you.” Her lips attempted a smile.

Her companions still looked dubious at her explanation but nodded without comment. They wouldn’t press her more.

“When do you want to do this?” Miguel asked.

“As soon as Kasim is up to it. After we get some sustenance in him and assign a watch rotation. I’ll take Turisas and one of the foundlings. The less of us that go the better.”

Oliver looked surprised. “You think it wise to go yourself?”

Her eyes cut to him. “It will help me gauge my next decisions.” She didn’t want too. But if Djac was there, better to get this first meeting over with than have it on the battlefield. He’d be lucky if she didn’t take a swing at him.

Goran was watching her silently, an unreadable expression on his face. “I will be going too.”

“What? No. That’s not necessary.”

His look darkened and he took her by the arm, leading her away a few steps. “If you think I am letting you go without me, you’re mistaken, Queeny.”

She scowled at him. “Absolutely not. And stop calling me that!”

“It wasn’t a question, my lady. You’ve been as tense as a beached shark since we got here. I don’t know if it’s because this is where your….’friend’...is…” he emphasized the word with a pointed tug on her arm, “but your loyal attendants won’t question any decisions you make based on your current state of emotion. I will.”

Ann pulled her arm away from him and glared. “I would never endanger….”she hissed, but he interrupted, bringing his face down close to hers.

“Not intentionally. No. I don’t believe you would. However, you have been through and learned a lot these past couple of months. I am not leaving you to deal with any fire realm idiots that betrayed you. Or Oliver for that matter.”

She gritted her teeth, seething, trying to find the words to dismiss his concerns, but truthfully, she wasn’t as sure of herself after learning the extent of the treachery she had been apart of and that hurt worse than anything.

Reaching up to pat her cheek, he winked at her. “Good girl.” He whispered and walked away before she could retort at his insolence. Growling, she stalked back towards the group, where the three remaining had varying expressions on their faces and each looking as though they wanted to say something.

“Not a damned word from any of you.” Ann pointed a finger at them. “Turisas, would you mind to please make sure Kasim is ready for the trip.” Glaring at them all, she stalked off to her tent.

As they made do with a small dinner of leftover dried fish and bread, she glanced over the maps before they left, trying to absorb everything Kasim was telling her about the terrain. Soldiers were scattered around the area, those that weren’t on guard duty in various states of rest. The sounds of eating, soft conversations and laughter did much to help alleviate some of her nerves, but as Gowans voice filled the air, she glanced up, distracted.

‘There once was a maiden oh so fair,

Who took up a shield to battle wind and air,

She stole my heart and cut my hair,

And drove my co…’

“You bloody disgusting animal!” she heard Oliver interrupt before Goran could finish his song, much to the amusement of the nearby men who filled their air with laughter.

Ann pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a moment before standing. Kasim followed suit, looking just a little amused. “You and your men do not act like the ones we faced in Agnihar. Cutting her eyes to him, she raised a brow, but remained silent for a moment, unsure if his statement required a response.

“Come.” She said. “Let’s get you home.”

In the end, they decided it would be best for just Turisas and Goran to accompany her and Kasim. The least amount of people the better, and the town would already be suspicious enough without throwing in an odd looking foundling in the mix.

They walked in pairs. She and Goran taking the lead, with Turisas and Kasim trailing behind. It was a slow go, as they stopped numerous times for Kasim to rest, leading Ann to wonder if Bowan had gotten ahold of him. If so, he was only the second person she had ever known to have survived such an attack. Avoiding homes was proving to be difficult the closer they came to the village, and they finally had to allow Kasim to instruct them, trusting that if they came in contact with anyone that he would vouch for them. Still, her heart was thundering in her chest with nerves as the sun began to crest. They should have left earlier, stopping so many times had wasted the night away. Her eyes lifted upwards and she adjusted the head covering that hid her pale locks. She could hear muffled sounds of inhabitants beginning to stir within their homes, beginning their day, and Ann could swear there were eyes already watching them. Gods please don’t make her have to defend them. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to stomach hurting any of these people after all that they had been through.

“There.” Kasim stopped, his voice strangled as he pointed, and Ann came up beside him.

A brow lifted. It was lovely. Despite her misgivings, she managed a smile. The villa, though quite larger and more ornate than the homes they had passed, had an earthiness to it, as though it was a part of the land rather than a ruler of it. It was a home that should be filled with the laughter of children and the smells of food and soil and fire. She could see Djac here with his family, perhaps sparing with his own offspring upon the sprawling yard. As soon as the thought popped in her head she stiffened, her features going blank. “Let’s get this over with.” She muttered, and Gowan touched her shoulder before they began moving again.

As they approached, they could see an older woman already working, beating rugs that were hanging upon lines. She stopped as they came closer, suspicion and mistrust obvious within eyes that seemed to hold a great depth of wisdom, but as the dark orbs fell upon Kasim, they cleared with surprise. “My son?”

“Ima. It’s me.” Kasim stepped forward with a smile, walking forward to embrace his mother.

There was a sharp pang in her chest at their reunion, and Ann found herself wondering what it would be like, to have someone waiting for her like that. Her father certainly had never rejoiced at her returning from long journeys. A sudden wind had her hair covering falling back, and as she grasped at it without success, she heard a gasp and glanced back towards the villa.

Haresh had stepped out the door at the commotion, followed closely by a smaller woman, and as their eyes met, instant recognition had both of them freezing. She knew there was a possibility of her being here, and knew it was bound to be awkward. But what she hadn’t expected was the instant feeling of dark hatred that was evident in the other woman’s eyes. Feeling suddenly wary, she took a step back and felt Gowan stiffen behind her, his own body going alert at her movement.

“YOU.” Bianca pointed a shaky finger at her. “You are NOT welcome here…”

“Want to tell me what she has against you?” Goran whispered as he stared wild eyed at the angry woman that was coming towards them.

“Your guess is as good as mine. “ She retorted and held out a placating hand. “Bianca, I’m here to help…”

No sooner did she get the words out, than Bianca silenced her with a furious screech.

“I don’t think she likes you.” Ann’s companion pointed out.

“Thanks, Goran. I couldn’t tell.” She spared a glare at him.

Ahead, Kasim stepped in front of Bianca. “And who are you to tell these people they are not welcome in ‘my’ family’s home?” His voice was terse.

Haresh touched his arm, still seeming surprised that his brother was there, alive. “Djac’s wife.”

“Ahhh, so the plot thickens…” Goran said, almost cheerfully, grunting as Ann elbowed him in the ribs.

Bianca sidestepped Kasim, who was standing there stunned, and continued to stalk towards Ann. “I will not let you take him. He is mine and mine alone. Leave!”

As Bianca’s hand lifted to push her back, Ann felt a wave of anger surge, and her blue eyes snapped. Grabbing the healer’s shoulders, her fingers dug into the skin there, and she leveled her cool gaze upon her face until Bianca’s angry orbs met her own. “Heed my words woman, and heed them well.” The woman froze as Ann’s tone softened, her voice flooding forward to connect within the others mind, holding her captive.

“I am not here to harm you or your family.” She paused until Bianca repeated what she said, staring off as though in another word.

“I am not here to take your husband. Nor…do I want too.” Her lilt deepened and lifted in a hypnotic wave.

Beyond them, Haresh and Vania stepped forward to intervene, but Kasim stopped them. Ann filed that away in her mind as she continued to speak softly, so that only Bianca could hear.

“We are simply here to help, and then we will leave. If you intervene with that, I will consider you an enemy and you will be dealt with accordingly. Do you understand?”

As Bianca nodded blankly, Ann pushed her towards the house and severed the connection. She took a moment, steadying her breathing, pulling the anger away from her so that she gain control again, and her eyes lifted to met Vania’s who had stepped forward, watching her with a calm, unreadable expression.

Ann wasn’t sure why the elders attention made her feel sorry for what she had done, but she placed a hand over her heart and bowed. “I am…”

“I know who you are, Annalise, Princess of the water realms.” The woman stated softly, her voice as clear and cool as the river than ran beside their home.

Straightening, they regarded each other for a few silent moments before Ann spoke. “Then please know my intent here is to help this realm. And I will not do what I just did to the lady Bianca again, unless there is no other choice.”

Unsure if her words reassured the woman or if mistrust still lingered, she was nonetheless surprised when Vania finally gave a faint nod. “Come inside. It seems we all have much to discuss then.” And as the sun rose high in the sky, Ann, along with her companions entered the Nassar abode. A place she had once thought to avoid at all costs.

 

[Gray Sage]

The light of morning was beginning to illuminate the halls of the jail. Djac was exhausted, his mind twitching from the hours of concentration, which had been preceded by hours in the shadow realm, which had been preceded by hours of fighting insurgents in the north.

Still, his mind grated at the metal bars which held him prisoner. Faithful to his command, Djac had not heard a peep from his men all night, but that was most likely because Ali had decided to fall asleep.

Djac opened his tired eyes, looking at the bars for the first time in hours. A rush of joy filled his chest when they looked more like a rusted sponge than anything resembling steel. He scrambled to his feet and rushed to examine his work. So much of it was degraded that he had no doubt he could kick it through with a few tries, but it would mean a lot of noise.

Irritated, desperate, and rash, Djac’s foot collided with the bars, a chunk of his captive walls crumbling to the ground. Djac sucked in a deep breath, hoping he wouldn’t breath in any of the black powder that still lingered on the bars. A second kick, and more of the prison collapsed. A third, a fourth kick. A fifth. A few more and he could crawl out.

“Djac, what are you doing?” Ali’s voice called out. Djac didn’t answer, his kicks against the bars becoming more desperate. He could hear guards voices down the halls, yelling for more men to come help with whatever the commotion was.

Finally, keeping in his breath, the hole he’d kicked through was just wide enough to allow him through. Careful not to let anything touch his skin, he ran down the hall in the opposite directions of where the guards were coming from.

He let out his held breath and tried to slow his panting, rounding a corner to hide behind just as he heard the guards approach and examine his escape.

“Send for the Master!” One called out. You! Search the lower levels, he couldn’t have gotten far.

“You’re wrong.” Ali called out, interrupting them. “He stepped into the shadow realm! He’s long gone by now, and you’ll never find him!” Ali chuckled. Djac made a mental note of just how natural a liar his friend was.

“Impossible!” A younger voice snapped back. “Not with the Onyx in his system!”

“That’s enough!” His superior chastised him for betraying the information.

Onyx. Djac had never heard of it, but he was sure to find out.

He heard the guards leave, and he abandoned his hiding place to approach Ali’s cell. Zarich and Elil were awake too from all the excitement.

“What’s the plan?” Ali asked.

“Uhhh….” Djac stumbled.

“You don’t have a plan!?” Ali yelled in a whisper.

“I’m improvising!”

“Ok, fine! Just find a way to get us out of here! We need to find the others.”

Djac nodded, taking off for the exit. He weaved up steps, through hallways, and out a backdoor until he was embraced by the orange tint of the brilliant morning sun, its rays giving him strength.

He moved through the streets, unsure of where he was going, but with the intention of getting away from the guards. As he ran, he could hear the footsteps of the soldiers, running around the quiet city, looking for him.

He came to a house, completely shocked when he found the door was not locked. Stepping inside, he was faced with an older man and who he assumed were his wife and teenage daughter at the breakfast table.

“I assure you sir, I mean you no harm!” Djac panted.

“Who are you?” The man rose from his seat and walked in front of the ladies.

“My name is Djacar, I need a place to hide.” Djac glanced out the window, watching a troupe of guards pass by a street over.

“Get out of my house!” the old man yelled, approaching Djac with shooing hands.

“I cannot.” Djac stood his ground.

“Help! Help! Guards!” The old man shoved Djac’s chest, but Djac snatched his wrist, and a flame burst out of his hand, connecting Djac to his internal fire.

He was scared, and he felt immense shame and guilt. He loved the two girls behind him with everything he had in him, and he felt he had let them down. So too, he felt hatred for the man Ramas, the supposed White Flame who had duped him into a false piety.

“I am not your enemy!” Djac half shouted, half whispered. “I know you know Ramas is a liar. He has conned you and you, your family, your neighbors, and now you’re trapped in this city like rats!”

The poor man’s shocked eyes were so full of fear and dread that Djac felt a great pity for him. Djac had backed the man into a chair where he sat down with a defeated whimper.

“He… He knew so much about us. About all of us. How could he not be the White Flame?” The man looked back at his wife and daughter who had similar looks of fear and dismay.

Djac sighed and kneeled down to look at the man from a humble position. “I know you’ve been hurt. That was why I came to this city in the first place, me and my men. We wanted to help…” Djac trailed off, wondering where things went so wrong.

“Who are you?” the man asked. Djac considered the question. He thought about claiming the title of White Flame. He thought about telling him his identity outright, and being honest about who he was for once. For some reason, it even occurred to him to say he was the Fire Prince, here to save the realm from corruption.

“I am just a man who loves his people, and wants to protect them from harm.”

***

Dusk was settling in the sky, and Djac was restlessly pacing the small room, listening intently to the streets. Waiting. He was so tired. He prayed to the gods for the strength he would need to perform this task.

It had taken them all day to spread the word around the city. Just before sunset, everyone was to gather in the city square. The old man and his family had rounded up everyone they could think of, and then some. If all went according to plan, it should happen at any moment.

Then he heard it. Voices, hundreds of them, singing in unison. A haunting melody that flowed through the streets. It was an old hymn to the gods of fire, a praise for life.

Avah and Shelom we sing Ish Tbarach, Cha Sheh
Vetu and Kachmir we sing Ish Tbarach, Cha Sheh
Elim and Baktu we sing Ish Tbarach
Cha Sheh to the flame. Cha Sheh to the sun.
Cha Sheh to Abiding, Cha Sheh to the gods.

The handful of verses began to repeat, which was Djac’s queue to leave the hovel. He slipped through the door and crept down the streets, back toward the building where his friends were being held.

The chorus that flooded the streets made Djac’s spine shiver. Hundreds of the people of the city were putting themselves in danger to cause a distraction. Hopefully Ramas’ anger over the gathering wouldn’t be too severe, or that he would never learn of the gathering’s true purpose: to distract the city’s guards.

Djac had to duck for cover a number of times while soldiers rushed toward the crowd that had gathered to sing. It was working, and soon enough he was back at the compound where his friends were held.

The guard posted outside the building was comically easy to take out, Djac almost felt bad for him. He was a young man who clearly had no idea what he was doing, with enough distraction to render him useless. Djac took his weapon and shield and ran to the dungeons.

“Ali! Ali!” Djac called, nearing his cell.

“Djac is that you?” Zarich called back.

“I’m here!” Djac answered,

“What took you so long?”

“Where are the others?” He looked into the cell which was empty but for Zarich.

“They took both of them less than an hour after you left! I hate to think where they’ve taken them.”

Djac nodded. “Alright, stand back, and hold your breath.” Djac slammed the shield down on the lock. It took him a few knocks, but the cages were not built to withstand such an assault, and the door broke free.

Zarich wasted no time in running in step with Djac, and the two of them ran through the halls of the building in search of the others.

Just as Djac was getting anxious for how much time the singing crowd could buy them, they found another hallway, guarded by two soldiers. All of Djac’s men were accomplished fighters and fire elements, and Zarich had made a study of the nerve points within the body that responded best to pressure. After a quick scuffle, the guards lay unconscious on the ground.

“This White Flame really has quite the army, doesn’t he?” Zarich scoffed at the limp bodies.

“He has the numbers and the devotion. What have I told you about underestimating your opponent?”

“Yes sir.” Zarich nodded.

“Djac? Zarich?” A voice shouted from down the hall. Djac and Zarich ran toward the voice, finding another corridor of cells which housed the rest of Djac’s men. Almost.

“Is anyone missing?” Djaj asked counting them each in their separate cells.

“Elil, Uriah, and Ali.” One of them answered.

“We think Elil and Ali are together.” Zarich answered, “But where is Uriah then?”

“I’m going to see if I can’t find them! Zarich, get them out!” Djac tossed him the shield. “I’m headed for the dargah first. And hurry, we don’t have much time left!”

Djac took off in a sprint, running back up the stairs and toward the temple.

The sky had already gotten so much darker by the time he reemerged, and the choral voices coming from the town center had ceased, leaving the evening with an eerie silence. He ran into the dargah, right toward the sanctorum, where two of his men, his faithful friends, were stretched out on tables, bound and gagged with massive burn marks over the skin of their bare torsos. The third, stood in a corner, watching the scene calmly, his eyes falling on Djac as he approached.

“Uriah?” Djac asked, but as soon as he did, he understood everything. How Ramas was prepared with the Onyx, how his soldiers were able to get the upper hand and capture them all, why they were put in separate cell blocks, so no one would notice one of them was missing.

Uriah’s face was unapologetic. Assured, even.

Djac was silent for a moment, taking in the betrayal, when Ramas stepped out of the shadows, a tin of smoking oil in his hands.

“Well,” Ramas said, “I supposed we can stop questioning them as to where you wandered off to.” Ramas set the oil down, taking the glove off his hand with it.

“Uriah, you were such a smart man.” Djac shook his head with a dark humor, fury slowly building in his chest as he looked at the mangled torsos of Elil and Ali.

“I will not be lectured by you another moment in my life, you infidel!” Uriah threw an accusing finger in Djac’s direction.

“No, no my son. He is just trying to bait you. Do not let your anger get the better of you.” Ramas placed a hand on Uriah’s shoulder.

Uriah nodded, encouraged. “I do not serve you, Djacar. I have come to the light.”

“You serve this, this child?! A petulant child who pretends to be a prophet yet defies the wishes of the gods?!”

“Speak not against him!” Uriah’s accusing hand flew out again, taking a step toward Djac with every word “You, who cowers in the desert, with your self righteous quests,” He was more than halfway across the space between them, “pretending to help this realm while the water king just takes and takes and takes!” just a little closer… “Lord Ramas speaks of a true victory! He sees visions from the gods themselves! What do you have?!”

“Uriah! Don’t get so close to him!” Ramas warned.

“Why not? He has the Onyx in him, doesn't he?”

“Yes, but–”

“But what!?” Uriah yelled desperately.

“But you should never underestimate your enemy!” Djac had taken Uriah’s momentary distraction for all it was worth and closed the remaining space between them, wrapping his hands around Uriah’s neck. The connecting flame burst out, and Djac saw exactly who Uriah was. A coward. Confused. Lonely. And so deeply loyal to his religion, that he was willing to sacrifice everything for Ramas.

“You’re nothing but a snake!” Djac spat. “Your parents never should have put you in training to become a monk!” Uriah’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh, did you think Ramas was the only one with this gift?” Djac mocked. Djac twisted Uriah’s arm until he was pinned beneath Djac’s strength.

Ramas had fallen into a defensive stance, just as Djac heard footsteps outside the sanctorum. Djac looked around at the entrance, relieved to see the faces of his men.

“Djac, we must go! Now!” Yasuf shouted, a bloodied sword in his hand, the shouting voices of guards echoing down the halls.

Djac turned to Ramas who was running toward a back door, reactively, Djac reached for the dagger at Uriah’s side, flinging it toward the back of the false prophet. His white robes stained with crimson, and Ramas’ body fell with a loud thud.

Uriah screamed out in sorrow, twisting against Djac's hold, ramming his elbow into Djac’s stomach. Djac lurched as the wind was knocked from his lungs. Uriah shot flames from his hands, engulfing Djac’s face with fire.

Djac had never known such pain. All at once he understood what it was to be a victim of burning. The rage of heat boiling against his skin, seeping into his blood. Djac shrieked in torment, stumbling backwards as he covered his face.

The rest of his men were upon Uriah in an instant, using their stolen weapons to defend their leader. Djac opened his eyes, expecting to be blind from the ordeal, but finding his eyes perfectly intact, his skin free from burns.

Relieved, but still feeling the pain of his attack, he did his best to stand and made his way toward the unconscious Elil and Ali. While Uriah fought with the others, Djac untied their bonds, pulling them toward one another.

“Leave him!” Djac heaved, the soldiers finally approaching the sanctorum. The men abandoned their target, rushing immediately toward Djac, each of them joining hands.

“On my count!” Djac took the hands of Elil and Ali, who were beginning to stir from their stupor. “One! Two!”

“No!” Uriah cried out as he realized what was happening. Djac did his best to brace himself against the pain he knew would come.

“Three!” Each of the men stepped in unison as Djac’s magic took them to the shadow realm.

It was unsteady and chaotic, and Djac felt like his body might tear in half. The Onyx burned him like thousands and thousands of needles stabbing and re-stabbing. The shadows were like scorpions devouring him from the inside out. Djac stumbled through the darkness, carrying the weight of seven extra men with him. Frenzied and hectic as the shadows were, he knew they were getting away. Just a little longer. He tried breathing but it was no use, his lungs were charred flesh, his throat raw with festering boils. His thoughts were beginning to muddle, and he thought they might get lost in the darkness forever.

When he couldn’t take another second of it, he stepped again, desperate for some relief, and the eight of them fell back into the moonlight cascaded on sand.

They had landed on a beach, each of them hacking and moaning from the effects of the Onyx with the shadows. The sand was a blessed haven; a bed of cool, soft relief.

All of them laid there for a long time, not saying a word, each of them feeling the lingering effects of the Onyx, and the sting of betrayal. However weary Djac was, he forced himself onto his elbows and take in his surroundings.

They were still in the fire realm. The moon overhead was in the west, putting the water in the east. His best guess was that they had landed next to the Mindless Strait. At their backs was a long stretch of forest; tropical, moist, wild jungle. This meant they had landed south of Yem Salif, far enough from the city to be safe. For a while.

Djac collapsed back down onto the sand.

“Sir,” Hamid said. Djac gave a grunt of acknowledgement. “Sir, we need to find refuge soon. Elil and Ali need medical attention.”

Djac looked over at the two men. His heart wrenched at the sight of their wounds. Ramas had poured hot oil over their skin. Curse him. It was a common torture technique that water elementals had adopted when they discovered fire elements were not immune to all types of heat. Djac himself had been burned a few times by boiling tallow, but never to this extent.

Their blisters somehow gave Djac the strength to stand. His men were hurt, and he needed to get them help. Those who were strong enough took the first shift in helping Elil and Ali to walk, and they started down the beach toward what they hoped was civilization.

With every painful, limping step, Djac felt a strange pull toward the water just to his left. It was like it called him with the promise of cool strokes against his skin. Desperate for some relief, he conceded to let his feet walk in the rushing tide.

Removing his sandals, he stepped into the tiny waves, and his knees buckled.

He collapsed with sheer relief, and his muscles gave in to the perfect alleviation it brought, and he fell more and more into the tide.

“Djac?! Are you alright?” His men halted, rushing to his side. It didn’t take them long to realize why he had collapsed. As soon as they touched the water, many of them went silent as the water no doubt brought them the same healing.

Djac pulled himself a little further out into the waves, letting the water take him. Blessed peace. Once he dipped his head under the water he understood, and smiled under the quiet, soothing currents of the sea.

The water had washed away the Onyx from their skin.

 

[_Annalise_]

Ann walked in silence, leading one of the horses that Kasim had given the three of them.

“I’ll have more delivered to your camp as soon as I can.” He had promised.

It was a nice gesture. One that she hoped would go far in reaching a kind of trust between the two elemental realms.

“What are you thinking?” Goran interrupted her thoughts.

She knew he would hold his opinion until she voiced her own. It had always been such with him. He followed her without question, blindly. Sometimes she was grateful for it, but there was a part of her that wished she didn’t have to carry the extra weight of someone else’s wellbeing.

Shrugging, she patted the nose of the animal that followed her. “Obviously there is some hesitation. There are going to be many that will refuse to trust us. We’ll have to put some faith in Kasim to weed those out of anyone that chooses to join us.”

The meeting in the Nassar home had been, awkward to say the least. Bianca hadn’t been present, thank the gods, but Djac’s mother had simply watched and listened silently for the most part. Ann hadn’t seen any bitterness or blame in the way the woman had looked at her, but she was damn sure there hadn’t been any welcomeness either. Haresh hadn’t been a ray of sunshine either.

“Why should we trust you? Any of you? How do we know this isn’t some elaborate plan to infiltrate IshFahar and bring us down from within?” He had asked.

“Haresh, they took Einar’s castle and saved my life.” Kasim growled.

“Did it occur to you that it might have been a set up? That they did it to find us?”

“If I may interrupt, “ Ann spoke quietly, her voice soft. “If that had been our intention, why not kill your brother once we landed?” Especially after she had learned of their little plan regarding her…falling from grace. Staring at him until he shifted uncomfortably, she leaned forward canting her head. “All I’ve ever wanted is this war to end and the health of the realms restored.”

Vania finally spoke then, a brow lifted. “Why?” the question was simple, and without emotion.

Sitting back, Ann had regarded her quietly a moment. “Because my soul yearns for peace. I am not yet blessed to be a mother, but I have a goddaughter, and I have had the privilege of meeting children from all realms. They are our future and I do not want this war to pass to them. I want them to know peace and all of our peoples to thrive. To live and to love. My followers and I have been working towards the council of four to be brought back and the complete power of the kings and queens dismantled. It is time for our people to have a say in their lives.”

“And you are prepared to die for that? For the slight promise of the comfort it will bring to others? To possibly have to give up your crown should you succeed?” the other woman countered, looking curious.

Her head dipped in affirmation. “Absolutely.”

They had stared at each other then, before Vania nodded, going silent once more.

As the discussion wanned and she couldn’t stand being in their home a moment more, Ann had formed a small sphere in her palm. Her lips pressed against it and the ball hardened, the stark whiteness of it etched with tiny runes. Setting it upon the table, she stood. “Should you have need of me set the ball afloat in whatever water you are near. But should you need to find me, whisper the words and it shall lead you like the current within the river.”

She supposed it could have gone much much worse. Well, except for the meeting with Bianca. Shuddering, Ann attempted to push the memory of it out of her mind. Gods she never wanted to experience that again. Silently, she added another mark on the list she was building against Djac.

Hearing steps coming towards them at a fast pace, she tensed and the men beside her drew their swords. Two earth elementals stepped from the bush, and Ann walked forward to meet them. “What is it?”

“My lady, an air realm scouting party, a few miles northeast of here.” One spoke quickly. The centaurs were barely winded, but their dark eyes showed concern.

“How many?” she asked.

“No more than five, but they are dressed in full battle gear.”

That was curious. Typically Aeolus’s scouting parties at least attempted to blend in to their surroundings. Their battle armor was bright and heavy, made to blind and disorient opponents using light. Nodding to him, she glanced to Turisas and Goran. They could handle the five easily, but she had a feeling of hesitation in her gut. Still…she didn’t need them coming any closer to their camp. Not until they were ready. “Go back to the others. Have Ramos send the archers and shields. The rest of us will start that way.”

The one that had spoken nodded and cantered off to do her bidding as Ann motioned for her companions to mount the horses to follow the other scout. Thank the gods Kasim had had the forethought to go ahead and send them with the steeds.

A few hours of hard riding later, their guide threw up a hand to stop. The terrain here was so vastly different from home and everchanging the further they rode. If it had been another time, she would have relished the ability to explore. Alas…duty called. Dismounting, she strode up to him. “Over the ridge?” she whispered.

“Yes, m’lady.”

“Keep an eye out for our soldiers. I want a perimeter established with four groups at least a mile away. Be ready for an ambush.” Aeolus loved those. Sadistic moron. Turning, she motioned Turisas and Goran forward. “Let’s see what we are up against.”

Approaching the ridge, they fell to their bellies and started crawling up until they could see into the shallow canyon below. There they stood, the 5 air soldiers the centaur had spoke of. Ann narrowed her eyes, squinting against the setting sun. They were milling around, like they were contemplating making camp, but they weren’t actually doing anything. Not speaking, not setting up bed rolls, or eating. They were simply acting as though they were waiting. But for what?

She and Turisas exchanged a look. Something didn’t feel right.

“What are we waiting for? We’ve got them easy!” Goran exclaimed.

“No! Wait!” Ann tried to catch Goran’s hand as he rose and starting running down to meet the air soldiers. His sword raised with a battle cry.”

‘Damn it!” Scrambling up, she and Turisas sprinted after him just as portals began to form above their heads. “Watch out!” she screamed, sword and shield forming in her hands.

Those were the last words she uttered before chaos ensued and hands wrapped around her from behind, pulling her upwards and into one of the portals.

___

Ann had never been through a portal before. The wind lord brothers had always teased her about it, but she had never actually been brave enough to try. And now she knew why. It felt as though they were falling and the very fiber of her being was being pulled in every direction. When she thought she couldn’t take another second of it, her feet finally touched ground again and she fell to her knees sucking deep breaths of air into her lungs to try and keep from retching.

“Ah, my poor dove doesn’t like her wings, it seems…” the familiar laugh had the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and as she lifted her eyes, her gaze met the very last person she wanted to see. Aeolus.

A hand gripped her elbow and helped her to stand. “It figures…” She attempted to sound flippant. “Why don’t you meet us on the battlefield and see how well you fair, rather than risk a cowardly ambush.”

His smile chilled her. Stepping forward, long fingers reached out to caress her chin, bring her eyes up to his face. A face that was devastatingly beautiful on one side and hidden by a white mask on the other. She knew what was under it. And the thought eased her mind a little. Ann concentrated on that, remembering that at one point he had been brought down. It could be done again.

“There are no rules in war, my love.”

Jerking her face away, she scowled at him. “So this is it then, you win.” She pulled her arm away from the one that had brought her here and approached. “You realize my father will never allow you to be his equal, right? He craves absolute power. There is no sharing in it for him.”

Aeolus’s amused laugh rang through the stark room and with a start, she realized she was in the air realm. Not good. Not good at all.

“Your father’s actions do not concern me. For now.” He cajoled, stepping back to lounge upon his throne, a silent servant bringing him a chalice. “You see…the world is in chaos. Your father is doing all the work, while I sit here and wait. Eventually, the realms will surrender, and that’s when I will step in. When I kill him, the realms will view me as their savior.”

Ann simply stared at him in shock. How long had he been working on this? How utterly mad could someone be to not realize that the fall of the other realms meant that the world they knew would simply cease to exist? “You are out of your mind..” she whispered.

His lips curved into a slow smile, his eyes glinting in fevered excitement. “You’ll learn to appreciate my ways soon enough, Annalise.” The chalice was lifted and he took a long drink. “Everything is going according to plan.”

She felt a dark fury rise up in her and before she could stop herself, she smirked. “Was your face included in that plan?”

They stared at each other, and Ann could feel the brutal energy building within him. She shouldn’t have said what she did, but if these were her last hours, then she was going to enjoy torturing him the best she could. Straightening, she eyed him with amusement. “That’s why you are wearing that silly mask, isn’t it? Because you are no longer perfect. You’re damaged goods. No woman in her right mind…”

He moved so quickly that she had barely enough time to suck in a breath before he was upon her. His fingers snaked around her neck and he lifted her until she was eye to eye with him, staring into those furious depths. His grip tightened, slowly, painfully closing on that delicate windpipe. He was going to kill her! Her hands slammed into his palms, nails digging into the flesh as she struggled to breathe, her booted feet kicking out without success. And then, just as her world was beginning to dim, he threw her to the ground. Twisting to her belly, she tried to lift herself onto her hands and knees, gasping, fighting against the darkness that threatened to claim her into unconsciousness.

“Stand her up.” She heard him speak in an eerily calm voice before hands reached beneath her arms and hauled her to a standing position.

“There is one thing admirable about the fire realm…” Forcing her eyes open, she watched blearily as he walked towards a massive fire place, where cheerful flames warmed the room they were in. That hadn’t been there earlier had it? Her gaze watched him warily, unable to reply to his words.

He stroked the iron handle of a rod that jutted out from the flames. “They do offer some interesting ideas about torture…”

As he pulled it from the fire, the bright red end had her face paling. Was that…a branding iron? Her fears were confirmed as the hands holding her tightened.

“Brother…you can’t be serious. She’s the water princess…”

A familiar voice pulled her attention to the left of her. So, Aeolus had his brothers doing his dirty work. Boreas and Notus stood beside her. Bloody cowards. She made sure they saw the anger within her eyes.

“Hold her, NOW!” Aeolus screamed, loosing his cool composure at their insolence, and she was sure all of them flinched as the air king’s voice rose to a maniacal level. Aeolus walked closer, until she could feel the heat of the iron before her. Nearing panic, she pulled on her arms, but it was to no avail. Apparently, the wind lord brothers, though voicing their thoughts on this, would still not disobey their Kings orders.

His hand reached forward and with lazy tugs, began pulling away the ties of the leathers that shielded her chest, and at the fabric beneath. Catching ahold of the soft cloth, he tugged until one side of her lay bare.

Her struggling became more frantic now, eyes wide, realizing what he was about to do. She tried to voice reason with him, but her throat was so damaged it simply came out as incoherent croaks.

He leaned close, and she held back a sob as his lips touched hers. “Where is he to save you now?” he whispered after pulling back, his gaze almost kind. The iron lifted.

Shaking her head, her stomach rolled as she understood immediately who he was speaking of. This wasn’t about the war anymore. This was about revenge. As it touched her flesh, an inhuman scream left her body. Ann thrashed around like a mad woman, desperate to recoil from the object that was searing into her flesh and straight down into her soul. The smell of burning skin had her gagging, tears blinding her vision until the iron lifted away, thrown back towards the fire.

They allowed her to collapse to her knees, sobbing quietly as Aeolus knelt with her, a finger touching the damaged skin. “Beautiful.” He whispered, in awe, staring lustfully at the red, bleeding sores that formed the sacred rune of the air realm. Pulling her head towards him, he whispered into her ear. “Now you’ll always see me when you undress…”

Rising, he motioned to two other guards nearby. ‘Take her to my rooms. Make sure she is secured.” He waited until they nodded their understanding before looking at his brothers. “Do not question my authority again.” Aeolus stared at them darkly and turned away to follow her.

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Ann wasn’t sure how many days had passed as she awoke, for what seemed like the thousandth time, staring listlessly at the closed door before her. Again, she tested her restraints, cringing at the protest her bruised wrists and ankles gave her. Glancing over across the room, she shuddered as her eyes fell upon the coffin like box that lay in the floor. At least she hadn’t awoken in that again.

Shame filled her. He had told her she would beg and she had vehemently denied it. At least, that was before he had nailed her into a tiny box. Ann had almost hyperventilated in the enclosed space. His torture had worked perfectly, and she had ended up being a perfect little puppet to him in the end. Unlike her father who instilled fear by brute strength, Aeolus enjoyed mind games, jerking his victims back and forth through his little tricks of torture until they were eating out of his palm just to keep themselves from falling into madness. Ann hadn’t been an exception.

Attempting to shift into a more comfortable position, she tried to pull herself back from despondency. It was a difficult thing to do. A siren, a true siren could have escaped this. Simple ropes tied to posts would be nothing. But though she felt the power within her, just like many times before, she couldn’t quite seem to focus where she needed it. Especially when her emotions were frayed. Ann had thought at one time she was learning, growing, getting stronger, but the last time she had felt that way was years ago, when she had called upon the ancients. Something had grounded her then, allowing her to mold it to her will, but it had left her soon after. Just like…. Squeezing her eyes shut, she worked at clearing her mind. Wouldn’t help to think of any of it now.

In that space between awake and sleep, she heard a voice. It whispered incessantly to her, annoyingly so, even as she tried to ignore it. All she wanted was to sleep again, to forget where she was and what was going to continue to happen. ‘Wake up and focus…’ it seemed to say, over and over again until her eyes popped open in growing anger. Didn’t the voice know she was trapped? That it was over? That… Ann gasped. The feeling of coldness had her exclaiming in surprise and she glanced up, seeing the ropes turning white from ice. Hope, painful and sharp, balled into her belly and she tried to calm herself, working at the holds that bound her. ‘Focus…’ It whispered again. Latching on to the thread of power within her, she worked on pushing it outwards. The sound of ice building and cracking spurring her on. Just a bit more…a little more…. Please… Her short breaths hung in the air in icy crystals, until finally she heard a snap and the ropes broke.

Disbelief filled her as she stared at them. Free? Was she free? ‘Get out!’ the voice seemed to roar in her head and she jumped up, catching ahold of the white silken robe Aeolus let her wear when she was allowed up, and belted it swiftly as she made it to the door and quietly pulled on it. Unlocked! Almost crying with relief, she poked her head out. The hall was empty. The air king undoubtedly was so confident in his mind control, that he hadn’t a thought about securing her with guards. Not sparing a moment more, she ran, her bare feet padding lightly over the pristine halls, searching frantically for a way out.

The sound of steps reached her ears, coming from each direction. Did they already know of her escape? Panicking she jumped upwards, catching ahold of a stone embrasure and pulling herself up on the open ledge. Glancing out of it, her heart jumped into her throat. Was that clouds? Where in bloody hell was the ground? Why wasn’t there ground?? About to jump back in the hall, she caught sigh of Aeolus’s face just as he spotted her.

No. No, no, no, no. She wasn’t going back. Swallowing, she stood up upon the seal and leaned outwards.

“Wait!” He yelled. “Just wait.”

Ann paused, her heart pounding.

“Let us talk about this dearest. I’ll have some tea brought up, some sweets…and we’ll…just talk…”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. He was trying to placate her. Another game. Her body tensed as he slowly approached, a hand outstretched.

“Come now…don’t be silly.”

‘Jump, Anna. Trust me and jump.’ The words rang in her mind again. She wasn’t sure where they were coming from. Perhaps she had gone crazy, but listening to them didn’t seem to cause her fear. Her lips curved into a smile as she looked at Aeolus. ‘You’ve lost this time.’ She attempted to convey to him.

He seemed so sure of himself at first, but at the sight of her smile, she saw the beginning of rage take hold. Ahhh, there it is. “Get her!!!” He screamed, frantically.

But as the guards started running, her arms crossed over her chest, and she pushed backwards, falling from the window. Death would be a welcome relief to his company, may the gods keep her. Staring upwards at the castle that was quickly disappearing, accepting her fate, she started as she felt something slide over her arm and then catch ahold of her arm.

Alarmed, she almost punched out, thinking somehow Aeolus was following her, but Boreas came into view, pulling her into an embrace. “Hold tight! And pray for a miracle!” Ann heard him yell before they both tore into a quickly closing portal under them.

Once again she found herself in a disorienting spin, but she was too tired to fight it. Over and over they tumbled, until her companion seemed to find his bearings and jerked her to the right. A moment later, the ground crashed up to meet them and they landed in a heap, her breath leaving her body and having her once again gasping for air. This was happening far to often for her liking.

Ann groaned, her fingers searching and a hoarse sound of giddiness escaped her throat. Nails bit into dirt and she relished the feeling, resting her cheek upon the coolness of sandy earth. Safe. Surely she was safe now.

“Are you alright?” She heard Boreas ask, feeling his presence as he gingerly nudged her over until he could assess that she was breathing.

Unable to voice it, she simply nodded, and they stayed that way, resting for a few precious, relief filled moments until alarmed voices alerted them to the presence of others.

Boreas cursed and stumbled to a rising position, drawing a weapon, but Ann grabbed his ankle to stay him, registering the familiarity of the tones.

Goran’s enraged face came into view, and as she pushed herself into a sitting position, holding a hand up to slow his movement, her gaze caught site of Turisas, Ramos and the majority of her army, all shouting confirmation of her appearance, and all dressed for battle. Arms pulled her up, cradling her body, and shielding her from view. Grateful to whomever it was, all she could do was wind her arms around their neck and close her eyes for a few blissful moments, gathering her strength for what she was sure was about to befall upon all of them.

 

[Gray Sage]

Udmari was the sort of village no one had ever heard of, kept hidden by the rainforest. It was filled with natives who lived off the land, and their seclusion had left them relatively untouched by the war. They had no riches, few possessions, and were perfectly contented with their obscurity.

Djac and his men had walked for almost two days before they came across it. They had made camp a few times, scavenging meager meals, and finding little rest. Elil and Ali were too weak to go back into the shadow realm, and the rest of the men were still recovering from their last experience in the darkness.

Udmari was a godsend when they finally discovered it, nestled not far from the coast line, made up of bungalows connected by swinging bridges and jetties over a marsh.

The people had been more welcoming than Djac could have hoped for. Their leader, Chandri, had not allowed for any misgivings about the strangers, and urged that her people treat them with hospitality.

“My men need a healer!” Djac said as they stumbled further into the village, Elil leaning heavily on his shoulders.

“Juniper! I’ll take you to her!” Chandri responded, ushering the eight men further into the community of huts. If Djac wasn’t so worried about the state of his men, he would have been fascinated by the infrastructure of such a remote settlement.

It was so tight, the pathways worn with years of use, yet it seemed to work so snuggly for the inhabitants. They walked down the jetties, moved up and down stairs, through docks, over front porches, until they came to a rounded bungalow in the center of a compound.

“Juniper!” Chandri called out to the bungalow. A young woman emerged from the hut at the urgency of Chandri’s voice. She was very pretty, and possessed an earthy quality that reminded Djac of his wife. Her hair cascaded in tiny ringlets, her eyes a striking green, and her skin was the color of mocha.

Juniper assessed the situation quickly, asking no questions about the strangers, but offering a hand into the bungalow.

Djac watched Juniper work and she cleared a makeshift table to allow Ali to lay down beside Elil. She looked over their wounds and flitted about her crowded workspace, pulling vials and bottles, boxes, and herbs down from shelves. She threw the ingredients into a mortar and pestle and began grinding her ingredients.

“Someone, please, boil that water?” Juniper pointed to the tiny fireplace, over which sat a cauldron. Without even taking his eyes off Juniper, Djac commanded the hearth to blaze brightly.

Juniper had to stop what she was doing to stare curiously at the fire. She looked around the room at the faces of the fire elementals, trying to decide which one was responsible.

Djac took Ali’s hand as he started to moan. They were exhausted, and their burns had become infected. If they didn’t get treatment soon, their deaths would be slow and unpleasant. He really hoped this young woman knew what she was doing.

When Juniper poured the contents of the mortar into the cauldron, she placed her hands over the steaming mess. She had no need to utter any incantation over the potion, her magic spoke for itself. The cauldron’s contents lit up a prettyish yellow, and she stepped away from the fire.

“Now, we must wait for it to cool before it can be effective on the burns.” Juniper nodded.

Djac’s mind reined in the fire, taking with it its life giving heat. He took and took and took back the heat, until there was nothing left for him to feel.

“Try it now.” Djac told the healer. Juniper looked at him quizzically, but gingerly touched the side of the cauldron. He knew it was cool even without her saying so.

She pulled the potion from the fire, and began to ladle the its contents onto the burns. The smell of charred flesh began to fill the space, and a number of his men left the bungalow from the stench. Djac stayed, his hand holding onto Ali’s as he squirmed under the pain of it.

Juniper had dressed the burn marks, cleaned around the areas, and declared that the patients needed rest.

Chandri brought the men to a bathing house, her volunteers bringing them new clothes while the old ones were washed. They were given shears to cut their hair and beards, and their sandals were restrapped with fine leather.

The next few days passed somewhat in a blurr. Djac slept for most of it, finally finding rest after days of pushing himself. The pleasantness and security they found in Udmari was almost too good to make plans to leave. Djac admired the slow pace found in the little community. They fished. They built. They honed their crafts. They mended their nets. They worshiped. They talked about their families, going back generations. In the company of strangers, Djac and his men began to mend. They were all too happy to help with a few projects around the village, lending their strengths and talents as fire elements. The feeling of gratitude in their arrival was mutual.

Juniper’s skill at healing was astounding. Elil and Ali were both flushed with color, and back to their talkative selves within a day of her treatment. She gave them prescriptions of sunlight, daily swims, and a few extra doses of her potion. By the fourth day, the seared scars of the oil burns looked like they were years old.

By the time the fifth day came about, Djac and his companions had decided it was time to leave.

Chandri had ordered a feast prepared for their guests, mango chutney served over fish, rice with herbs, spiced silkworm, curried duck, and a bubbling drink the locals adored, apparently invented by their very own physician.

Djac sat next to Juniper at the feast, a talented singer serenading the group as they ate. Djac watched Juniper with interest. He leaned in.

“What brought you to the Fire Realm?”

Juniper looked back at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Am I so obvious?” She whispered back.

“Using earth magic to make a healing potion was a bit of a give away.” Djac smirked.

Juniper gave a coy smile. “Have you ever heard of the Knysira Zule?” Djac shook his head.

“My tribe. From the southernmost part of the Earth Realm. We serve the goddess Zini, who values charity, goodness, and abnegation. It is the right of almost every new adult to leave the Earth Realm for a time, and devote their skills to a world in need.”

“And you chose the Fire Realm?” Djac chuckled.

Juniper glanced back at him. “What place could be more in need than a people at war?”

“And what found you in Udmari?” Djac asked, but the song ended, cutting her answer short with applause. The group began to get up from floor to applaud the performance, before helpers came in to clear the area of the food and utensils.

“My guests!” Chandri declared. “You must not lift a finger in cleaning, but I invite you to retire as soon as you wish. We know you have a long journey ahead of you tomorrow, and we wish you good rest for your strength.” Chandri put her hands together and bowed toward Djac’s group. They repeated the gesture in respect, and began to leave toward their beds.

As Djac was the last to exit behind his brothers, he felt a hand close around his.

“Walk me to my house.” Juniper hummed. She looked so lovely in the moonlight, and her request was so sincere, he had a hard time refusing, and strode with her to where she lived, the night bugs singing a chorus to usher in sleep.

Approaching her door, Juniper turned and looked at Djac with suggestive eyes. Even before she moved, he knew it was coming when she stood on her toes to place a kiss on his lips.

She was attractive, and the thought had crossed his mind. Back at the feast, he might have even been instigating it. It was not the first time he had been tempted to temper the sting of loneliness with a beautiful woman, but he had never been with a woman since Bianca.

He gently pushed her away. “I’m sorry. We can’t.”

Juniper shrugged and smiled. “You’re leaving in the morning, I don’t expect any commitments from you. And I can’t conceive, so there’s no question of your leaving a bastard behind.” He had to admit, they were good arguments, and made the prospect even more appealing. But he had used someone for pleasure before, and it had left him empty.

He looked into her startling green eyes. She would never be more to him than common attraction. And it was no longer enough to entice him. He needed more.

“Goodnight, Juniper. I thank you for all you’ve done.” He gave her hands a squeeze and turned to walk to his bungalow.

“She's a lucky woman.” Juniper called after him. Djac looked back at her in the moonlight, a kind and genuine smile on her lips. “Goodnight, Djac.” And with seemingly no resentment, she entered her house.

The following morning, Djac and his men were up early, and so was most of the village to wish them off. They threw flower petals, and put garlands around their necks, offered a parting naan, and prayed over the travelers.

Djac was overwhelmed with gratitude, and deeply moved by the generosity of Udmari.

“My friends, if we ever can find a way to repay you for your kindness, we will.” Djac promised, looking at Chandri.

“Where will you go?” Chandri asked.

“Home.” Djac said. “I think it’s time we regroup. Figure out where to go next.”

Chandri smiled and tilted her head from side to side, “Āguna āpanāra patha ālōkita karatē pārē.” She blessed them.

Djac looked at his men with a nod, and giving one last look to the people of Udmari, she saw Juniper gaze back at him with a look of goodwill, and she bowed her head, just as Djac and his men stepped down in unison.

He had been nervous to reenter the shadow realm, but it felt totally natural to navigate the darkness like he had once done. He knew exactly where he was going, so did his men, and it didn’t cause any pain. Whatever the Onyx did to them, it was well and truly out of their system.

Hours passed, and the traveling was getting tiresome. The long stretches of silence made Djac think about what had transpired in just a week. They had lost Uriah to a fate worse than death. And he felt a strange fear for the people of Udmari. However secluded they were in the jungle, they would not be safe from Einar if he ruled after this war. It was almost as if Djac had needed reminding of just how many people would be lost if the Water Realm took over.

In their last stretch of darkness, Djac was beginning to feel the weight of the shadows, which meant his men were exhausted. He pushed them just a little further, until he knew they would step out at least along the outskirts of IshFahar, not far from his home.

It was well past sunset, and the moon and stars were brilliant, as if shining to welcome Djac back home. The familiar sites of his village embraced Djac like a hug. He had not realized how much he had missed it while being away. It had been months. Too long. He greatly anticipated seeing his mother again, and began to brace himself for the argument he would inevitably have with Bianca. And Haresh, for that matter.

Djac’s men were all quite breathless as they started to walk the streets toward Djac’s home, where they would all stay while they remained in IshFahar. There were still a few people awake, talking around fires, or closing up their house in preparation for the night.

“Djac?! Djac, is that you?” A young voice called out.

“Achmed! My boy! How are you?” Djac greeted his young friend as he ran through the street from his house,

“Djac! Something is wrong. There are water elements in your home! We don’t know who they are, but there is an encampment to the south filled with them! The people are beginning to think they’ve taken over the city!” Achmed’s young voice quivered on the edge of tears.

Djac looked back at his men, wishing he hadn’t exhausted them. “Achmed, go back into your house. I will take care of everything.” He ushered the boy away, fear gripping at his heart. Had he truly been away so long that a full scale invasion had taken over his home?

“What do you need us to do?” Yasuf asked. Djac was touched by their loyalty, even in the face of their fatigue.

“Yasuf, take Elil, Jamal, and Hamid and go get a look at this encampment. Do not attack. I just want their numbers and their layout.” Djac nodded to dismiss them, and the four took off toward the south of the city. “Zarich, Ali, Mohsen, you’re with me. We are going to figure out who is in my house. Zarich, your primary concern is Vania. Ali, find Bianca, and make sure they’re safe. Mohsen, walk the parameter and incapacitate anyone who tries to come into my house that isn’t from IshFahar.” Mohsen nodded in obedience.

The four of them approached the villa, which was still alight with a number of candles. Djac walked cautiously, careful not to make any noise with his feet. He came to the main entrance, which stood ajar, waiting for just anyone to walk in or out.

And someone did.

A man with half of his head tattooed, trotted out of his home like he owned the place. A water element. A soldier. He would have to approach with caution.

Too late.

Mohsen let out a battle cry and flew toward the stranger in a rage. The stranger was quick, and expertly turned on his attacker in a defensive stance. Mohsen brought down his sword against the man but he was ready, drawing his own weapon and bracing against the impact.

Whether out of habit or caution, Djac brought up the mask around his face that he used to conceal his identity from threats. Unsure of what good it did now, he rushed to aid Mohsen as he fought against the intruder.

Djac came in at an angle, but the man countered, spewing unexpected water in Djac’s direction. It caught him off guard, and made him slip, but he used the momentum to slide and collide his foot right into the stranger’s ankle. The man cried out and stumbled a few feet, but recovered quickly, swinging around to continue to parry with Mohsen.

“Goran!” A voice cried out.

A second stranger emerged from his home, and Djac whipped around to take her on. But she was prepared. Her hands slammed down onto the ground, covering it in a carpet of ice. Djac slipped and landed squarely on his back, knocking the sword out of his grip.

He twisted around, utilizing the slickness of the ice, and hurled fire out of his palms at the assailant. She threw up her hands with a grunt, lifting a wall of water to block the oncoming flames. Djac punched into the ground, willing it to heat up with as much energy as he could muster where she stood, but his opponent was too quick, blasting another floor of ice to her right, and using it to skate out of the way.

Djac pushed himself closer to this siren, wanting to knock her out before her very impressive power choked him out with freezing water. He blasted heat into the ice, making it melt before him, giving him a steady grip, and he reached for the girl’s arm, hoping to flood her temperature until she passed out.

She twisted out of his reach, and brought down another blast of ice onto his ankle, locking him in place. He cried out against the pain clutching his foot, but fire fumed out of his skin, melting his shackle, just as he shot another line of fire at his enemy. She dodged it, but he kept shooting, trying his best simply to incapacitate her.

For every bolt of blazing fire he sent toward her, she answered it with a shield of water, the two of them colliding and exploding on impact. She was amazing, with abilities that rivaled even the most capable water element he had encountered.

He stepped into the shadow realm, amazed at how sure he was of his next step, how acute his senses as he navigated the shadows. He landed back in the light, on the other side of his opponent. He whipped more attacks at her, going in and out of the shadow realm to disorient her and continually change his position.

His mind reached for some embers that were burning nearby, and he commanded them to fly through the air at this opponent, taking the heat out of them as they descended on her until they struck her as cooled rocks.

Never done that before. He surprised himself. I am on fire!

Then she opened her mouth.

As soon as her song touched his ear he was done for. All she had to do was hum, and he was captivated. All the fight was taken out of him. All the rage was gone. What was it that he needed to protect again?

His knees went weak at the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, and he sank to the ground. There, ice crawled up his form until he was imprisoned in heap of frozen water.

Her humming stopped, which felt like someone had sliced his ears off. He was in a daze, desperate to hear the music again, his eyes pleading toward his attacker as she ran toward him with her fist clenched.

Just before the moment of impact, her face finally came into view. It couldn't be...

“Annalise?” Djac muttered, and his world went dark.

 

[_Annalise_]

She had slept most of the way back. Held firmly in Goran’s arms, he had mounted a horse and taken off back to IshFahar like the hounds of hell were after him. Stirring only when she felt the horse being pulled up and people’s voices growing, she cracked open her eyes, her lids widening as growing realization occurred of just where he had taken her. Stiffening, she would have surely fell from the saddle if Goran hadn’t caught her.

“Easy now.”

“Why in hell are we here?” her voice squeaked.

“Taking you to the Nassar house. Haresh said Bianca was a healer.”

Oh no. No. No. No. No. “You are out of your mind if you think for one second I am going in there.”

“Oh you are most definitely going.”

Attempting to shove off him, he merely raised a brow. “What was that? Felt like a kitten tapping me with it’s tail.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.” Dismounting, he pulled her along with him, cradling her like she was a newborn babe.

“Oh yes I do. I swear to the gods, Goran…if you do not take me back to our encampment right this second…”

His bright blue eyes glanced down at her. “Listen, my lady. You were gone for nigh a week. All of us are worried. Just let the women look you over and we’ll go back.”

“But Goran, nothing is wrong with me.”

“Then why did you come back with these?” He drew up her hand and rubbed a finger over the bruises. “And that…” As a thumb moved to trace the top of the brand that was visible above the collar of the robe, she swatted his hand away and drew the robe up to her neck.

“Did you even fight?” He whispered as her eyes flashed back to his face, her cheeks reddening with shame. “You’ve been depending more and more on physical skills rather than your abilities. What has happened?...”

“Fine. Ill let them look me over. But just look!” she conceded more to end where the conversation was going than anything. His questioning had reminded her of her dwindling abilities to control and manage what she was capable of. And it was getting worse. How could she ever lead people into battle if she didn’t know whether she would fail them by being unable to call forth the waters, or, if she caused something catastrophic with them because she couldn’t reign them in.

He didn’t even knock. Annalise wanted to hide her face in embarrassment as both Haresh and Kasim stood, moving swiftly into fighting stances until they saw her. ‘Gods take me now.’ She muttered when Goran placed her gingerly within a chair.

At the commotion, Vania entered, took one look at Annalise and deftly quieted the men, ushering them into another room. Her attention now fully upon the princess that sat before her, she held out a hand.

“Come.” The word was simple and quiet.

Ann thought for half a second of refusing the request, but at another glance of the small, yet formidable seeming woman in front of her, and she thought better of it. Rising from the chair, she followed her through several rooms until they entered a bathing chamber, where a large square indent within the ground held steaming water. She had never seen a bath house so exquisite and was so utterly entranced by the vision in front of her and the soothing incense that filled the room, that she was oblivious to the fact that Vania was pulling the robe off her until the dirty silk fell to the floor.

Forcing herself not to flinch, after all, the woman’s mannerisms spoke nothing of feeling the awkwardness of what was happening, she turned to face her at the gentle tug on her arm.

Vania looked her over swiftly with a discerning eye, touching upon the bruises and the rune that had been branded above her chest, she finally rested an unreadable gaze upon Ann’s face again. “Do you need assistance bathing?

Ann shook her head. “No.”

The woman nodded. “I will get you clothes and ointment to help heal the burn. Take as long as you like.” And with that, she turned and left.

It looked too utterly decadent to pass up. She felt dirty, and all she wanted was to disappear beneath the soothing waters. Stepping gingerly down into it, a moan escaped her lips. How long had it been since she had had a real bath? Bathing in creeks and rivers were fine and efficient, but oh how she had missed the soothing feel of heated waters.

Doing as Vania had bid, she did take her time, using some scented soap to wash her hair and body, scrubbing away the feel of Aeolus until her skin was almost a bright red. Afterwards, delighted and relieved that Djac’s mother had lived up to her word, she used the cream that had been left at the doorway liberally and dressed in the simple katan. Not quite better, but at least a bit more human feeling… she thought to herself, brushing her fingers through her tresses and reluctantly leaving to join the rest back in the main room.

The men stood as she entered, and she inclined her head to them. “My apologies for our abrupt arrival. We won’t take up anymore of your time…” Her gaze swept the room, noticing Vania and Bianca serving plates of food in the background. Yes, the sooner they left the better.

Goran, seeming to realize he needed to get on better terms with his princess quickly, stood. “Ill get the horses together.” He nodded, walking to the door as Vania pressed what looked like an oddly shaped piece of bread and a cup of steaming dark liquid in her hands.

Murmuring her thanks, she barely had taken a drink before the commotion outside had her setting the items down and running to the door. “Goran!” Alarm filled her voice as she saw him scuffling with two strangers outside.

As she caught one’s attention he turned, and it was though time slowed for a moment. She felt the energy within her rise, swirling like a raging storm, and she allowed it to flood through her. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder about its sudden appearance. It just felt natural. Her lips quirked upwards. She wouldn’t lose this time.

It was as though she knew every move before he made it. Ice, fire, water, heat. An orchestrated dance of abilities that just seemed to energize her more instead of tiring her out. If a fight could be considered beautiful. This would be it.

He faded out of sight and back in, and she realized he was using the shadow realm to throw her off balance. Her lips almost curved into a smile. Challenge accepted. Over and over again, he countered her defensive moves, disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. Her mind connected with the waters deep within the earth and she listened for the small shift as his foot stepped down. He was enjoying this, she could swear almost gleefully, but…so was she?

And then the bastard hurled rocks at her. “Why you little…” She stilled a moment, a devilish glint in her eye and opened her mouth. There. There it was. Pure and magical and filled with power. The first time she had truly sung since Nikolas’s death. She aimed it’s tonal threads in his direction, swirling around him, pulling him in. As his eyes went slack, she twisted a finger, ice dancing up him until he was right where she needed to be. ‘Now, to finish it.’ Raising her fist, allowing the rage of the past week to fill her, she ran at him. And as her aim was true, and she felt the slide of skin against knuckle, she heard a familiar voice and cast her surprised gaze to eyes that she had once turned to in friendship.

“Annalise?”

It was too late to draw back though, and his head snapped backwards at the force of her hand, his eyes closing immediately. She stood there, frozen, before trembling hands reached forward to pull down the fabric that covered the lower half of his face. The sight of it had her knees almost buckling.

“Djac?” ‘Oh the gods are really having a laugh at my expense now.’ Making a sound of distress, she touched the ice that surrounded him and it evaporated, his form crumpling to the ground.

“Help! It’s Djac!” she called to the house. Shaking his shoulder, a hand moved up to pat his cheeks, and she almost staggered in relief as she heard a groan. Unable to help herself, she bent to whisper. “I’m glad I didn’t kill you. But I refuse to be sorry for the punch.” Kasim and Haresh ran out, followed by Vania and Bianca. Standing, she moved out of the way as they converged around him, the brothers picking up to hall him inside. Kasim paused long enough to yell harshly at Mohsen, who looked shocked to see his face, and barely missed a hit from Goran.

“Goran, that’s enough. They aren’t enemies.” She called as she followed the group just to the doorway, where she peeked inside, watching the family ease Djac into a sitting position. He seemed to be coming to just fine, and that’s just what she couldn’t wait around for.

Turning around, she strode to where Goran was waiting, catching his breath, and without question, he followed her to the horses.



The next morning, Ann dressed and folded the kaftan carefully on the chair beside her makeshift bed. She would have someone return it as soon as she could. There was no way she could return there now, even as kind as Vania had been. Could you imagine the screeching Bianca would do then? The thought made her wince. Sitting at a small table, she brought a cup of tea to her lips, barely starting at the sound of her tent flap moving aside. She knew who it was. It was simply surprising that it took him this long to come in. Ann would be lucky if she got any privacy from now on after everything that had happened.

“What is wrong?”

Annalise cast her gaze towards him, as he bent to sit before her, his eyes earnest. “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m simply thinking.”

His brow furrowed. “You’re lying.” He pressed.

Feeling a stir of annoyance her retort was terse. “Why do you need to know so badly?”

“So that I can make you happy again, of course.” He seemed affronted that she had to ask.

“It isn’t your duty to make sure I am happy.”

The man let out a snort. “Of course it is.”

A rap was heard at the entrance of her tent and they heard the guard outside speak. “Your highness, we have visitors and your presence has been requested.”

“I am coming.” Her answer was immediate even as lips pressed into a scowl at her companion. Standing, she added, “And no, it isn’t, Goran and you know it.”

He was nonplussed at her obvious irritation and stood with her. She went rigid as he reached out, noticing the darkening of her gaze, but he simply adjusted her garb so that her mark would be hidden. “Gods I love when you get angry.” His whisper caressed her ear.

If her eyes could roll any further in the back of her head, they would and she swatted at his hands. “Funny, I despise when you are being annoying.”

He grinned and slung an arm around her shoulders in obvious affection. “You know, it would be so much easier for you if you would make up your mind to love me back.” Moving in tandem to the tent flap, Goran pulled it open, escorting her out to greet her visitors.

“Goran…” she started softly, concern etched across her face, but a discreet clearing of a throat had their attention turning to the ones in front of them. Ann could have died right there on the spot.

“Djac.” She greeted him, obviously horrified at his appearance and she hoped her voice hadn’t cracked as much as she thought it had.

His eyes shifted from her to Goran and back again, and a brow lifted. “I hope I am not disturbing anything?”

Goran watched the interaction with an unreadable expression, but it was with a gayness in his voice that he butted in. “As a matter of fact, you…”

“..were not.” Ann elbowed him in the side and stepped out from under his arm. “We were simply going through the past days events.”

“I see.” Djac answered slowly, and Ann got the distinct impression that he hadn’t been fooled.

Clearing her throat, she motioned to the main tent in the middle of the camp. Large and open, they had created a massive makeshift table that was lined with maps. Starting towards it, she glanced at him as he strode beside her. “What are you doing here, Djac? I would have thought you would have wanted to spend time with your wife and family after so long away.”

“I thought we should talk.”

She halted in her steps and he followed suit. “Goran…will you excuse us for a moment?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, my queen? I mean…he did ‘try’ to cause harm to us last eve. Though…” the large man made a show of leaning forward and peering at Djac’s face. “I suppose that bruise is a fair indicator of you having superior skill…”

Ann watched Djac’s eyes darken, unamused, and she quickly stepped in front of him. “Goran…” she warned.

He sighed dramatically and threw his hands up in the air. “Fine…but I’m making note of you never letting me have any fun.” A large finger pointed warningly at the fire element’s face. “Mind your manners…” His voice went uncharacteristically flat before he walked off whistling.

Rubbing the nape of her neck to ease the tension there, she turned back to finish the conversation. “I don’t really think there is anything to talk about.” Ann tried to temper any shakiness in her voice. The problem was, she very much wanted to talk. To him. To tell him what was going on. To get his thoughts and opinions and hear his usual quiet way of speaking through things. At least, that’s what she remembered being drawn too. Before she found out…everything. That must have been staged too, she realized.

“I personally think there is a lot to talk about. For example, why you are here, and what you think your plan is going to be.”

Ann frowned, drawing herself from her inner thoughts. “There’s a war. You know my stance on it. My army and I came to help hold your realm intact since it seems Aeolus has his sight on causing his own trouble. If we are successful, we’ll leave. If we are not…well…no need to worry about what happens after. Anything else?”

Noticing they were garnering more attention than she wanted, Ann stepped backwards, but Djac took her by the arm and led her behind one of the tents, closer to the tree line.

“Let go, Djac.” She pulled away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. Ann wanted, no needed him to go away. The ice she had pulled around herself was thawing, and with the heat came memories that she didn’t want to think about.

“What happened with Aeolus?”

Her head shook stubbornly. “Nothing worth discussing. It’s over. Done. End of story.”

His eyes seemed to fairly crack with inner irritation at her sidestepping the conversation. “Obviously not the end of the story if you were gone for nearly a week according to Kasim.”

Oh he was irritated, was he? Stepping toe to toe with him, she glanced upwards to meet his eyes, the blue orbs cool with disdain, however feigned it was. “But I returned, did I not? Not that it’s of any concern of yours.” Her power seemed to surge within her like cresting waves, and she wondered at it a moment, why it had suddenly come to life after being dormant.

“What happens in this realm is of every concern to me, no matter who it involves!” His retort was swift.

“Oh?” A brow lifted and she managed a humorless laugh. “Don’t fret, Djac. Aeolus’s intention was the same as yours was all those years ago. The only difference between the two of you is that you would have at least tried to ensure that I was a willing participant.” She thought she saw his face pale. “Am I right?”

“Annalise…” he began, but his next words were cut off as her name was called from the camp.

“What now…” Taking off for the tent, Djac close on her heels, she came to a halt as Boreas met her halfway. His gaze flicked to Djac and back to hers questioningly.

Following his gaze, she withheld a sigh and turned back to the wind lord. “Speak freely. We all have the same goal in mind here.”

“I just spoke with Notus while I slept. He and my other brothers are in hiding as Aeolus has a fairly hefty price on their heads now. They are trying to find a way here, but I am unsure if they will make it out.”

Watching the tenseness of his face, Ann touched his arm, her face softening with sympathy. “We will pray to the gods that they stay safe. They may find sanctuary in the earth realm if they can get there. It should be easier to get themselves there than here.”

He nodded and added, “Before we woke, he said to brace ourselves. Aeolus is on the warpath and is wasting no time getting here. He’s got quite the vendetta against you and Djac.” Boreas glanced them both. “And he is bloodthirsty.”

Her blood turned cold at his words and she rubbed her arms automatically. “How long do we have?”

Boreas shrugged. “I am unsure. But it will be by ship, so at least a few weeks. All of us used the last of our energy up with the portals, so he’ll want to make sure he can at least store up enough to harness the wind. Even as strong as Aeolus is, he won’t be able to create another portal for a long while. The last time he did that was almost six years ago, and he wasn’t to terribly happy about being called to use it. We’ve at least got that going for us.”

Her eyes met Djac’s and she could tell he was thinking the same thing. They needed to somehow figure out where Aeolus was going to end up, and try to draw him away from villages that were already suffering from Einar’s attacks. Unable to use the full extent of his powers or not, he would still be able to do a lot of damage.

“Looks like we’re going to be working together whether we like it or not.”

 

[Gray Sage]

The Giant Pines of the Earth Realm were an absolute wonder. They scraped the skies, the clouds weaving in and out of their tips. The needles were as long as his hand. His hand which currently held hers.

They walked along the cliffside, gazing at the marvels, talking about nothing. They sat under a tree, his cheek resting on her head as she leaned against his chest, eating their lunch and trying to name the exotic birds of Terra’s home. There was nothing wrong with the world. Nothing could touch them. And he was happy.

Djac woke up again as the sound of his bedroom door opened. Vania.

It took him a moment to remember where he was. Vania set about pulling clean clothes for him, dropping his sandals by his bed, and pouring him some water. Her potion to rid his mind of these dreams had long since stopped working, and Annalise would often pester his mind while he slept.

Annalise.

Djac jumped out of bed and grabbed his pants.

“You’ll at least stay for breakfast?” Vania groaned, knowing her son’s mind.

“I have things I need to discuss with the Water Princess. I’m assuming she’s gone back to her camp in the south?”

Vania nodded with an annoyed look on her face. “You could at least say hello to your wife.”

Djac glanced at Vania. “I will. I’ll have lunch with her.”

He rushed for the door, planting a kiss on Vania’s cheek. “Djac!” Vania’s stern voice still gave him pause. He turned, slightly annoyed that she was holding him up. “We need to talk about your brother.”

Djac sighed. “What did he do this time? Is he sick? Indebted? Inept?”

“Alive.” Vania’s tone made it clear that she was not speaking about Haresh. Djac’s face went white.

“What?”

“He’s downstairs. Asleep. I’ll thank you not to wake him just yet. He needs his rest. He is unwell.”

“What… when did he? How?”

“The Water Princess rescued him from Einar’s dungeons on the Water Realm, and in exchange he offered her protection in his homeland. Or at least that is what I’ve gathered. Kasim never was much of a sharer.”

“But he’s alright?” Djac was surprised how much he wanted to go wake his brother and see him alive for himself. Vania’s silence made Djac’s stomach sink.

“He’s recovering. But I don’t know that he’ll ever be the same.” She sighed and made her way to the door. “Go and speak with the princess. But I expect you to come back in a timely manner. We need you here too.” Vania touched her son’s cheek gently and left the room.

He followed her out, making his way down the opposite hall. He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror. A great dark patch surrounded his left eye, purple and humiliating.

It actually made him chuckle. He had fought her, and he had lost. He wasn’t embarrassed. He was proud. Her abilities had grown in their time apart, just as he predicted.

He turned the corner to come face to face with Ali and Zarich.

“We thought you might be headed out.” Ali raised an eyebrow.

“We’ll join you.” Zarich added with a bland smile.

“There should be no need, gentleman. I’ll be perfectly safe.” Djac pulled his shirt over his head, walking through them.

“Your face might suggest otherwise.” Ali and Zarich turned on their heels, following him.

“A misunderstanding. She pulled me into the house when she realized, didn’t she?”

“All the same!” Zarich snatched Djac’s arm, stopping his stride. “You are headed into enemy territory.”

“The Princess is not your enemy.” Djac said.

“She’s the Water Realm! We are at war with them!” Ali hissed.

“We are at war with her father!” Djac yanked his arm back, “She may just be the key to ending this conflict!”

“Or making it worse!” Ali argued. “If she’s against her father it could lead him right to IshFahar, and now Kasim says she’s incurred the wrath of the Air Kin-”

“Kasim? When did you speak to Kasim?” Djac interrupted.

“Last night, while you were out cold.” Zarich crossed his arms.

“He said that woman was taken prisoner by the Air King for a week. Now she’s miraculously escaped with the help one of Aeolus’ brothers? That means she could be working with the Air King, and we just let two enemies into our midst.” Ali growled.

“Or, her version of events could be true.” Djac chastised. “What did she say happened?”

“Nothing. Just that she was a prisoner and that she escaped. It all sounds highly suspect.” Zarich implored.

“You have never met the Air King, Zarich. You have no idea what he is capable of. Now,” Djac turned again to leave, “I’ve wasted enough time arguing with you two. Come with me, if you must, but you will show no disrespect toward her or her men.”

As they made their way through the village toward the south, Djac’s mind began to fret. He was nervous. He started to come up with what he might say to her, but it all sounded flat. He had not really imagined that they would ever meet again, nor in such strange circumstances.

He tracked down an official looking man and declared he needed to see the princess.

“And who do you think you are then?” The man’s accent was almost indiscernible, and Ali sliced out his dagger, placing the blade at the man’s throat.

“You will not speak in such a manner toward the lord of this land!” Djac whacked Ali’s arm out from under the man.

“What did I tell you about disrespecting the people here?” Djac looked apologetically toward the soldier. “A thousand apologies. Please let the princess know she had visitors, if she is unable to receive us we will come at another time.”

Djac almost regretted the offer, somewhat afraid that she would be too busy. He wanted to see her now. There was too much at stake.

The soldier reluctantly nodded his head, leading them through the camp. He rapped on the flap of one of the tents, and declared that the princess had company.

Djac stood completely still, though his mind was racing. As she came out, the stranger who Mohsen had attacked kept her tight under his arm. Djac’s stomach twisted for some reason. Who was this oaf?

Annalise’s face turned serious when she saw him. Not the reception he would have hoped for, but at least she stepped out from under that brute’s arm. She was thin, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked pale, almost sickly, like she hadn’t had a decent nights sleep in years. Yet, she had gained something too. Experience? Authority? Whatever it was, it made her look assured. And regal.

After the formalities of greeting, Annalise started leading them toward another yurt.

“There’s a war.” She continued the conversation, “You know my stance on it. My army and I came to help hold your realm intact since it seems Aeolus has his sight on causing his own trouble. If we are successful, we’ll leave. If we are not…well…no need to worry about what happens after. Anything else?”

Something snapped in Djac’s mind. For whatever reason, he had expected honesty from her, even after all this time. They had saved one another lives, after all. Some trust would have been appreciated, even if he had abandoned her in the Earth Realm.

Still, his irritation made him snatch up her arm to lead her away to a more private location. It was perhaps harsher than he intended, and her knee jerk reaction made him regret being so forceful. He noticed a sudden chill in the air, or perhaps it was the icy stare of her blue eyes. They were bluer than he remembered. And they held a new pain.

“What happened with Aeolus?” Djac asked. It wasn’t out of curiosity, or even a need to see the whole picture, but for some reason he needed to know what she had been through.

That assuredness lifted her head like a lioness. Her skin radiated contempt for his very presence, and part of him wanted to cower at her anger.

A ringing started in his ear as she spoke, reminding him of a humiliating failure of his so many years ago. So she knew. Shame spoiled his stomach, and fury shredded his mind as he understood her meaning concerning the Air King. The bruises that hadn’t yet healed on her arms. The scabs that littered her skin.

If ever he encountered the Air King again, it would be that worm's death. He swore it. He couldn't help but look at Annalise differently. He had underestimated what she had endured. She was stronger than he gave her credit for, and it broke his heart that that strength was tested in such a way.

As for her accusation of him, he was ashamed. To his memory, he had abandoned his brothers' scheme of bedding her quite early on, but it didn't mean he had never had the intention of succeeding. The idea of using her in such a way made him squirm, and he thanked the gods he had never gotten close to success.

“Annalise...” he shook his head, at a loss for words. She was called away before he could say more, not that he had anything to follow it up with. He forced himself away from his stupor to follow her, catching sight of an older, heavier Boreas. As if he needed any more reasons to worry.

The two of them eyed each other, and Djac had no doubt Boreas remembered his threat to burn off his skin, should he ever cross him.

“Aeolus is on the warpath and is wasting no time getting here. He’s got quite the vendetta against you and Djac.”

Despite himself, Djac had to hide a smile at the memory of melting that bastard's face. He only wished he had been able to incinerate the whole thing. Still, the news of Einar’s imminent attack only added to Djac’s already superb day. He began forming strategies in his mind about how to proceed, when he caught Annalise’s eye.

“Looks like we’re going to be working together whether we like it or not.” Annalise looked Djac up and down before finally reaching the yurt.

The tent was already hot with the mid morning sun. The tables were laid out with maps that held great detail of the Fire Realm’s geography. What ensued was a heated, drawn-out, competitive argument about where the army's efforts were best focused.

Djac remained silent, Ali and Zarich on either side of him, watching the room quarrel, observing Annalise. She had always had a commanding presence, but she had lost some of her diplomacy. He supposed war would do that to a person. She didn’t tolerate the men in her room talking across her. She didn’t tolerate bad suggestions. She wouldn’t be interrupted, and she wouldn’t be talked down to.

Boreas suggested they would have the advantage if they met Aeolus on the water. After all, it was Annalise’s element. But they lacked an armada at their disposal, unlike Aeolus who no doubt had a fleet in tow.

The tattooed oaf, Goran, whom Djac had privately nicknamed Moron, thought word should be sent to the Earth Realm for reinforcements. They were too outnumbered with both Aeolus’ and Einar’s troops to contend with. They needed to gather what remnants of an army were left in the Fire Realm if they were going to stand a chance.

A third man, one of Annalise’s Earth Realm captains thought they ought to use the remaining time to launch a discreet attack on Einar using the shadow realm. Djac had to admit, this was his favorite plan, though it wasn’t without its problems. He began to daydream about sneaking up on the Water King and putting a knife in his throat. It would hardly make up for the atrocities the mad king had cursed his land with, but it would be a start.

“Djac?” Annalise took him out of his thoughts. It was the first time in the nearly two hours the princess had even acknowledged his presence. “Do you have anything you’d care to contribute?” Her voice was exasperated, like she wasn’t sure why he was there if he was just going to remain silent. The heat of the tent was messing with his head, and he wasn’t exactly in a charitable mood.

“It’s hot. Why don’t we all take a break? Get some food and water?” Djac suggested. Annalise stared at him incredulously.

“I think that’s a fine idea.” The captain grumbled, heading for the tent’s entrance.

“Fine.” Moron said, obviously fed up with not being taken more seriously. “It’s not as if time is of the essence, right?” he looked over at Djac spitefully, which only gave Djac some twisted sense of satisfaction. Boreas followed him out along with a few other soldiers who had been in the mix. Annalise stayed in place, returning Djac’s stare.

“Ali, Zarich. Piss off, would you?” Djac reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled leaf. He could almost hear the eyeroll between the two of them, but they obeyed, leaving Djac alone with Annalise.

He approached the table of maps, looking over the battle figurines placed on top of them. He snapped his finger, igniting a small flame on his thumb and bringing it to the cigarette.

“I would appreciate if you didn’t smoke in here.” Annalise cooed. Djac only looked at her, her cold eyes making him audacious. He brought the leaf to his lips and sucked in a long breath, never leaving her gaze.

For some reason, his awareness was heightened though. His chest got warm, and his mind filtered the air in his lungs, commanding the smoke to disappear. It did as he bid. Somehow. And he let out a clean breath, free of cloud.

They stared at each other for a moment as he twisted the cigarette in his fingers.

“Is there any reason you’re here?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“I have just as much stake in this war as you do. I thought we’d established.”

“You don’t seem to be very invested.” She did not back down her gaze. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down from her temple to her chin.

Djac took another drag, repeating his mysterious trick of cleansing the air. “You have no idea what I’ve done in this war, princess. Things that would shock you. I think you know exactly what to do about Aeolus, deep down. But you’re afraid. So you sit here and try to appease Earth and Air and Water, listening to all their plans and opinions.”

“I have yet to hear Fire offer a suggestion.” She bit.

“Then here it is! Sing to them! Take their water! Freeze their hearts out! You’ve been holding back! I can’t imagine why, but the way I saw you fight last night should have ended this war years ago! Embrace who you are, damn it! Drown them all! Terra saw this power in you years ago, and you’ve been recruiting mercenaries in that time? Gods Annalise I saw you bend time! Didn’t you return to your sources like the elders told you? What happened to you!?”

Annalise’s eyes were disbelieving. Furious. If he was not mistaken, she was even shaking. She walked around him and toward the tent’s doorway, stopping just before she left, turning to look at him.

“Do not make the mistake of thinking we are friends. As of this moment, we are barely allies.” She left.

Djac’s reckless words caught up with him as she did so. He had practically accused her of doing nothing for her people-her realm-in the last five years. Of course she was afraid. She was a leader. Hadn’t he experienced the same doubt and fear time and time again? Why hadn’t he brought a swift end to the war with his abilities? Who was he to suggest she was denying herself? And why, for the love of the gods, did he suddenly have such a problem with being sensible with her? He was a practical person! How was it that he had lost all trace of sensitivity and reason?

He crushed the cigarette between his two fingers, taking a step back and folding into the shadows. Ali and Zarich could find their own way home.

He emerged in the courtyard, Vania hanging towels over the line. She looked at him, reading him like a book.

“Bianca is in the kitchen. I believe she made goya.”

Fuming, and wanting with every ounce of his will to avoid this lunch, he marched to the scullery.

 

[_Annalise_]

The waves rushed over her trousered leg, spraying up her body with a cooling mist that drenched her. But she didn’t care in that moment. The heat had become unbearable, and she had clawed at her leathers as she ran like a coward after leaving Djac in the tent, desperation to shed herself of the confining straps almost making it hard to breath. They lay scattered on the beach along with her boots, all but forgotten when she stepped foot into the waters.

Her eyes closed, face lifting to the sky. ‘What happened to you?’ Djac had asked her. She had heard it, the disappointment in his voice, the barely contained anger, and it had cut her, far deeper than even Aeolus’s physical wounds had. Why though? He didn’t owe her anything. Common sense told her that she had only brought up his and his brothers scheme out of what, pettiness? It had happened a lifetime ago and Ann had to even agree that had she been in the same position where there was a possibility of forging an alliance with a powerful kingdom and preventing a war, she would have done so too. Had she not said such to Kasim? Then why did she have such a knee jerk reaction in seeing Djac stand outside her tent?

It had been almost six years. Six years since she had last seen his face and come to terms with how he had left. A strangled laugh escaped her throat at the memory. How he had left. ‘You are pathetic, Annalise.’ She pressed further into the waves.

‘My princess is not planning on drowning herself is she?”

Stiffening, she turned. Had it been any other person, she probably would have cursed, but she could only soften with affection at the sight of Turisas. With a self-deprecating smile, she steered away from her course and made her way back to the beach where he stood. “No. Not today, at least.”

He cocked a brow but said nothing, instead bidding her to sit so that he could hand her a plate of bread and fish.

Ann picked at it, not really feeling an appetite, but knowing her body needed sustenance to continue healing. Her loyal guard did not speak to her as she forced herself to eat, and she relished the silent companionship for awhile. Only when the clean plate had been placed aside and she had drained the small canteen of fresh water he had handed her, did she lean back on her elbows and speak.

“My emotions are getting the best of me.”

The sentinel remained crouched beside her like a waiting predator, his eyes vigilant. “Sirens are typically ruled my emotions. It is the way of their essence.”

“But I am not a siren.” The words were whispered. Her mother had died when she was too young to start training. They had never gone through the bonding ceremony, and because of such, Annalise had never completed the sacred training needed to hold the title of siren.

“No. I suppose not.” He was quiet a moment before glancing over at her. “Though the princess still reminds Turisas of her mother with the power of those emotions.”

Glancing over at him at his mention of Thyra, she pushed herself back up to a sitting position. “That’s just it, Turi. I am not like her.” Fingers dug into the sand in humiliation. “Even with my emotions, I have felt my powers dwindle considerably these past few years. I couldn’t even…” the words ended on a strangled note, unable to speak the words. “Have you ever known a siren to lose their powers?”

He stilled a moment, thinking, before shaking his head. “But the princess won against the fire element called Djac, last eve.”

Her shoulders heaved with a sigh. “That’s just it. I stepped outside, saw the scuffle with Goran, and…it’s as though I knew exactly what to do. I ‘felt’ the power ignite again and grow. Stronger than I’ve ever felt it before.” Brows furrowed, watching him. “How can that be and why couldn’t I use them against Aeolus?”

The sentinels head shook, looking alarmingly perplexed. She had never known him to look unsure about anything. “Turisas has also never seen an unbonded siren either. They are either bonded to their mothers or their chosen mates.” He said thoughtfully.

Ann tried not to cringe at his use of that word. “Their husbands, you mean?”

He simply continued looking at her, nonplussed at her obvious disdain for some of his language.

“But didn’t my mother and father choose not to bond? She never lost control, did she?” Surely such would have been spoken about. Queen Thyra had only ever been known as a powerful siren. There was no known instances of being powerless. She watched as Turisas stiffened and pressed his lips closed. What was he hiding? “Turi?” she pressed. “You are not telling me something.”

“Some things are better left unsaid.”

“Not if they are helpful to what is currently happening.”

A scoff left his lips. “The princess does not know that it would be.”

“Turisas!” she admonished, shocked that he would refuse her. Leaning over, her hand reached for his and squeezed. “Please…” the words were unashamedly pleading. “I feel like I am losing myself…” He turned towards her again, and she thought she saw a shadow pass across his face as his eyes lit across the brand that was now visible. Seconds ticked by until she was sure he wasn’t going to admit to anything. Feeling defeated, she began to pull her hand away until he squeezed back and began speaking.

“It was not a matter of choosing.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. “It was a matter of couldn’t.”

Ann canted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand…”

His chest heaved as he drew in a great breath. “Her majesty was already bonded to someone else before the marriage to the King.”

What? She was helpless to anything but to stare at him, dumbfounded. Thyra had bound herself to someone other than her father? How…how could that even be possible? “But…but to who?!”

“To whom does not matter.” A hand lifted to stop her before she pressed him. “My queen had Turisas swear. I will not dishonor her memory by speaking his name. Should Einar ever find out, he will be hunted.”

She wanted to know. She wanted to yell and scream and pester him until he relented. But part of her respected his loyalty to his former queen. And she could only hope she could inspire the same one day. No wonder her father had hated her mother. She had revoked his claim to her very essence. It was a very deep slight, and one a mad king would not be able to forgive. “Why did she not marry the one she had bonded too then?”

“Her majesty did not have a choice. It was a betrothal that was set up at her birth. But Queen Thyra was smart. Most intelligent. And she knew of Einar’s madness before she wed him. So though she could not give herself wholly to the mate of her choosing, she could at least give her mind and keep herself from becoming the King’s puppet.”

Ann stared out at the sea, wild eyed. What bravery that had to take. Her mother had to have known that Einar would have been enraged. A shudder passed through her, remembering a dream she once had. One of her mother scrambling to release a lover from her husbands clutches. Had that been a vision?

Rising, Turisas took her plate and canteen. “The princess has much to think about. But it is a start. Turisas does not know much of the ceremonies of the sirens, but perhaps your essence is seeking a connection. Perhaps…it came alive again because it felt a worthy link with another.”

Her eyes blinked. “That cannot be. I have not suddenly encountered another water element that I haven’t already been around for years.”

The sentinel reached down to pat her head, and Ann had to smile at the gentleness of it. “Has the princess ever read anything that said it had to be another water element?”

Well that certainly made the smile fall from her face. “Are you…are you suggesting it’s someone of the fire realm?” The blood drained from her cheeks. “You cannot be serious!”

He smirked. “It was not so long ago when we were all connected.”

The sentinel walked away then, leaving her alone with her thoughts. ‘The gods must hate me.’ Standing, she wiped the sand from her pants and glanced up at the sun, gaging the time. She still had a few minutes before she needed to return to continue discussions. Sliding on her boots and retrieving her leathers, she walked slowly down the beach. No, there would absolutely be no way she would ever choose to be bound to anyone. To be linked in mind and spirit…well…she could only think of it as suffocating. Not comforting at all.

Following the river back towards camp, a pair of squabbling voices reached her and curious as to what was happening, she made her way through the foliage until she came upon a young boy wielding a wooden sword and a girl, not much younger, glaring at him with contempt.

“Hello there.” Her words were soft so as not to startle them.

They stared at her wide eyed before the boy pushed the younger girl behind him. “We aren’t supposed to talk to water elements.”

“Oh, I see…” Nodding, she clasped her hands behind her and rocked back on her heels. “I can understand that. They have done your realm a great disservice. I am sorry for that.”

Peeking out from behind her brother, the girl glanced up at her. “You do not look or sound like one of the MalAchim’s in the stories…”

“The MalAchim?” Her head tilted curious as to what the word meant and she crouched so that they would not have to crane their necks upwards. They seemed curious, and Ann hoped she could make them trust her, if just but a little. “I…do not understand that word.”

The boy turned to glare at her sister, but she ignored him, stepping out from behind his back, and jutting her chin out in stubborn defiance. “Yes. They use their voices to lure people to their deaths.”

Oh. OH! Ann blanched as she realized they were talking about sirens, but she had to applaude the girls tenacity. Especially if they were facing someone that they probably believed was a monster. “In my realm, they are called sirens.” She schooled her voice to show nothing but a mild interest. “I am not a siren.”

She tilted her head, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, ignoring her brothers tug on her arm. “You look like one.” Her words were flat.

Ann hid a smile. Such bravery in this one. “Yes. I suppose I do.” The words admitted. “But in my defense, do not all of us look much alike?”

The girl studied her a moment before nodding. “Yes…yes they do.” She smiled then, and Ann once again found herself admiring the fierce beauty of these people, much like she did once so long ago.

“Are you two practicing?” Her head nodded to the sword the boy carried.

Dark hair bounced as the young girl whirled, glaring at the boy. “Well….I wanted too, but Kamran said that girls cannot fight.”

Her brother glowered down at her. “They can’t, Elaheh!” Shifting, he glanced at Annalise. “Tell her that girls don’t fight!”

A brow lifted as she let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I cannot lie though.” A palm lifted upwards, a ball of water forming before her fingers and lengthening upwards until a small, gleaming short sword was formed. Rising, she whirled and jutted it forwards in a fluid movement. “You see…many maidens of the water realm are also warriors. And our people depend on them. They wield shields and swords and go into battle along with our men.” Crouching, she extended the sword, handle first, to the girl.

They looked at her, wild eyed, before the boy spoke in a disbelieving voice. “But they aren’t as strong as the men!”

Ann barely contained a laugh. “Well…no…not always. But that’s why they must move like water. Fluid and quick. Calm when needed and ferocious when tried.” Her head dipped in encouragement as the girl inched forward to take the offering. “Now, I am entrusting you with this. But you must promise to never wield it unless training. Do you agree?” She kept her fingers on the blunt weapon, ensuring all edges were dull, but her eyes bore into the young one, waiting for her acquiescence.

“I promise” she breathed, wonderment in her eyes.

Giving it up, she ruffled the girls hair, her chest warming at the giggle that ensued. “Well then, shield maiden Elaheh, I leave it to you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the boy inch forward, knowing what he sought. “And for you, warrior Kamran…” Cupping her hands, she lifted them to her lips and blew gently. Motioning to him, her hand extended and opened, revealing an oval pendant, the size of a stone. He glanced at it and back up to her, questioning. “Not everything is what it seems. Warriors must also use their minds. Brute strength does not win wars. Keep this pendant close and watch it give you truth. When someone is lying, or has bad intentions, it will glow red. If someone is speaking truthfully, it will shine a bright blue.” Dropping it into his palm, she gently curved his fingers over it. “Remember to never underestimate anyone who stands before you. Be it man, or woman.”

The boy smiled, clutching the gift. “Djac says that too. When he lets me train with him.” His chest puffed out proudly.

“Oh?” A brow lifted, curiously pleased. “Then you must be sure to listen to him.”

They both nodded. “You aren’t like the other water man that we saw earlier. He wasn’t nice at all.”

Alarm bells rang through her, and she did her best to keep a neutral expression on her face. “There was one like me? Here? What did he look like?”

Even with the children speaking over each other, Ann pieced together who it was and it did nothing to ease the panic that was rising in her chest.

“He was muttering, walking in the river, and got one of our small boats that father uses for fishing. I told him that it was ours and he said that Lord Kasim said it was ok.”

Ann would bet her life on the fact that that was a lie. “You were very brave in telling me that. Now you must both do me a favor.”

The two nodded, their faces suddenly grave.

“I know that we are friends now, but you must promise me to never speak to another person you are unfamiliar with unless your parents, or Djac, tell you that it is alright. Can I trust you with that?”

“Yes lady.” They both pipped up.

Satisfied, she bowed her head to them. “Then I take my leave, warriors.”

“Will we see you again?” the girl asked, reaching forward to touch her hand.

Warm affection flared within her, and she was helpless to do anything but smile. Was this what it was like to have a child? Having ones hopes and dreams walk outside of ones body? Ann said a quick prayer to the gods for their continued wellbeing. “I hope so…” her voice whispered.

Entering camp again, she hurriedly tracked down Miguel. “We might have an issue…” she said, taking his arm and leading him a bit away.

He immediately went solemn at her words.

“Have you seen Oliver?”

Brushing fingers across his chin thoughtfully, he shook his head. “Not since our morning meal. Is something amiss?”

“I hope not…but I need him found, immediately. I have to meet with the lords again, so I need you to do this for me. If he is not in the vicinity, let me know as quickly as possible. No matter where, or who I am with.” She knew that Miguel would understand her urgency. Oliver had grown up with them. With the supposed death of Iris, he had not been quite the same since. As the sea captain took off to do her bidding, she made her way back to the tent where people were gathering again. The appearance of the two fire elements that had attended Djac earlier assured her that he would be attending and she knew, despite the sick feeling in her gut, she would have to let him in on her concerns regarding the duke. Especially if it put his people at a risk. Taking her position at the head of the table, she started at the feel of fingers sliding across her neck.

“You look tense. Everything alright?” Goran bent to whisper in her ear.

Ann nodded, tense at his touch. For some reason, she was reluctant to let Goran in on her suspicion, instinctively knowing it would give him reason to stick even closer to her. Rubbing a hand idly over her the mark that burned upon her chest, her eyes flicked up at him. “Yes. Just ready to get these talks over with.”

He nodded in agreement just as she knew he would. Her loyal guardian hated these things probably more than she did. He was more of a jump into action and talk later type of man, and though Ann admired that in him sometimes, it wasn’t always what was needed.

She saw Djac enter then, and though a mix of emotions threatened to burst within her at the sight of him, she forced herself to incline her head in greeting. They would need to get on better terms, somehow, though the knowledge of that didn’t lessen her feeling of wanting to spar with him again. At least he wouldn’t be one to let up on her like Goran and the rest. Since her return, they had been watching her like one would a wounded dog, cautious and sad. It was infuriating. Feeling a nudge from Goran, she became aware of everyone watching her silently. A breath whooshed out of her. Well that did nothing to help things. Djac had a brow cocked, watching her curiously. Hell.

Clearing her throat, she attempted to turn her attention back to the present. “Captains, Warriors, Lords…” Her eyes landed on each of them, forcing her voice into a calm cadence. “Before our respite, many of you brought forth ideas. And each one held their own merit.” Fingers idly swept over the top of the table, skimming over the maps, her gaze tilted down at them a moment thoughtfully. “I think we are all in agreement that we do not have the forces to meet Aeolus at sea. We are a mixed elemental army, and without more ships, I do not feel comfortable taking that risk.” She paused as the group confirmed this.

“More reinforcements would be ideal.” Ann’s eyes lit upon the one at her shoulder again. “However, there are some worries with that as well. First, by the time we get word there, and they are sent, Aeolus will more than likely have already struck the fire realm. Secondly, with us running Aeolus from those lands, it remains the final stronghold that we may have to depend on if things go wrong here. If we must send refugees there, then we will need to make sure there are enough forces left to protect them.” Her eyes scanned their faces. “Do not forget that my goddaughter, the Princess Nicolette, is also to be protected at all costs. In the event of my fall, she has been named my heir.”

“But…she is not of the water realm..” A captain in the group said, shock etched across his face. Murmurs of agreement rang through the tent and Ann held up a hand, her voice growing cool.

“She is half water element. You forget.” Her blue eyes snapped to the one who had spoken. “It is imperative that whatever happens in this war, that Einar’s legacy will one day die with him. Nikolas, the princess’s father, was one of my mother’s most trusted advisors. And he was loyal to me until the day he gave his life up for my safety.” Her hands braced herself on the table, nails digging into the wood, trying to push the continued grief of his loss aside. At the sound of ice slowly spreading across the floor like eerie tendrils attempting to find the source of their mothers displeasure, she straightened, taking a deep breath. “Please do not forget that the children…the children of ALL realms…are our future. Our goal is not just to defeat Einar and Aeolus, it is to put in place the council of four, so that all of our people have a voice in who is leading them and how they are leading them. We can no longer afford for power to be shouldered by one alone. History shows us that we are prone to greed, and our generation is a prime example of the repercussions of that. I had thought I had once made myself clear on those goals.” Her hands clasped behind her back. “Therefore, here is your reminder. Should you find yourself no longer agreeing with this plan, then I give you permission to leave. Now. I will personally ensure that one of the ships take you back to the water realm.” She waited for a few moments, watching all of them without any judgement upon her features. This was not something she would be swayed on, and she would do everything in her power to make sure of that, no matter how long this war waged on.

As the seconds ticked by and no one moved, she spoke again. “Then I am under the impression that we are all back in agreement to my prior words?” At their words of confirmation, she relaxed. “Very well then, let’s get on with it. Now,” Ann signaled to the earth captain nearby, “You mentioned strategic attacks upon Einar’s soldiers while we have the time. I do think that something worthwhile to discuss. We’ve no way of knowing yet if Aeolus plans on joining him at his arrival or has his own agenda in mind. Taking out some of my father’s soldiers might help us pull back some of the fire realm that has fallen. With that in mind, there is one voice I pray we all take a moment to consider.” Lifting her eyes they met Djac’s unreadable ones. It occurred to her then, studying his demeanor and no longer overcome with surprise at his appearance, how much he had changed since she had last seen him. Gone was the charismatic young man she had once known. The one who had challenged her to leave a diplomatic gathering to sneak away into his city. His eyes no longer seemed to burn with impetuous fire that had caused him to act without thought, she remembered his lasting impression upon Aeolus with half of a smile, deserving as it was, but now he seemed more assured, more…commanding.

Ann realized that such presence was probably the effect of the past years of war, the loss of friends and loved ones. Suddenly she was sorry that she had spoken of Nikolas without telling him first. It occurred to her that she had been so overcome by being used as a pawn, that she had neglected to realize she was not the only one grieving, and the loss of trusted friends, no matter how short of a time they were in their lives, affected them all.

“Lord Djac. “ she inclined her head towards him, ignoring the way Goran stiffened beside her. Ann could practically feel the ire coming off him in waves, and she was sure she would get a mouthful later on what he thought of bringing the fire lord into all of this. “You and your men have been fighting here to protect your lands and your people for years. I think you should have a say for what we do in the upcoming weeks before Aeolus’s arrival. Would you care to speak on it?”

 

[Gray Sage]

Bianca stared into the wooden bowl that held her goya and rice. Djac had emptied his own bowl in the empty pauses of their conversation. They talked about how they had been, what they had been doing; but Bianca had no ambitions in her daily life and Djac’s operations were all but secret. There wasn’t much to discuss.

Djac swallowed the rest of his water.

“I have to get back.” He said gently, touching her hand. She drew away from him, not taking her eyes off her bowl.

“Yes. Go back to her.” She mumbled. Djac sighed.

“Why do you say such things?” Djac whispered.

“Why do you deny such things?” Bianca hissed, her eyes like a snake. Djac didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to comfort her.

“We are all part of a larger army, and we’re trying to find peace. Together.” Djac pleaded.

Bianca scraped her chair away from the table, snatching up the bowls and storming to the wash bin. She threw the bowls in with a splash, then froze, as if pondering. He watched her back for a moment, waiting for her to speak, then she turned slowly to look at him with contempt.

“It was supposed to be me.” Her finger jabbed into her chest as she took one deliberate step after another, coming closer to him. “I should have been the one at your side, facing the enemy, helping you to become the Fire Prince! It should have been ME! I could have been so useful to you! To your men! To your people! I was one of the foremost physicians in my land! But you were content to let me rot here! Acting as if I were a plague! Treating me as if I never meant anything to you!” Her hand flew to slap him. He could have stopped it, but he let it happen. He waited a moment, and let out a breath.

“Bianca. You never did mean anything to me. Not in that way. First you were a distraction. Then you were the mother of my child. Then you were someone to protect. But you never held any part of my heart. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be who you wanted me to be.” Djac shook his head.

Bianca turned on her heel and left the room without another word. Djac rubbed his bearded chin. Had she continued, it only would have rehashed the same argument they had every time he was home. How he would not bring her into the war and put her in danger. How he wasn’t punishing her. How his lack of love for her didn’t somehow negate her value. How sorry he was for dragging her into this. It was always the same words, and it always ended with her in tears.

He suspected she had grown tired of crying, and was rung out of bickering. Still, she had thrown a new piece into the mix of their little game, and invoked Annalise’s name. Her very presence had caused something of a stir in his family.

A while later, Djac knocked on Kasim’s old room. He half expected no one to answer, still not totally convinced it was inhabited. An attendant came to the door, opening it to reveal Kasim in a corner chair, lifting a weight in his hand for exercise.

Djac sighed. His brother was a ghost, a fraction of the confident, brazen power he once was. He hardly recognized the man before him, but it was overwhelming to see him all the same.

“Leave us.” Kasim nodded to the attendant.

Djac came through the door, and went to embrace his brother. Kasim stood with a weary look, and threw his arms around Djac’s shoulders.

“You look well.” Kasim said, pulling back to look into Djac’s eyes.

“I wish I could say the same.” Djac chuckled.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kasim eased back into the chair, “I’m a beacon of health!” Kasim managed an unconvincing smile. “Ima has me on all sorts of potions and regimens.” Kasim’s voice fell, shaking his head. “But I don’t know that it will be enough.”

Djac stared at his brother in disbelief. “What… What do you mean?”

Kasim looked at Djac with pity. He gave a brief summary of the torture he had endured at the hands of Einar’s forces. Five years of starvation, sleep deprivation, beatings, experimental water torment, and sicknesses from the conditions where he lived. It was no wonder Kasim had doubts about his prospects.

Djac took a seat across from Kasim as he took it all in. “Have you told Haresh?” Djac steadied his voice, hiding its tremors. Kasim shook his head.

“Only you. I haven’t been home long, but I can see how things have changed. Haresh is… Well, he’s content to keep his head in the sand.”

Djac’s stomach churned as he looked at his dying brother. “We just got you back only to lose you again.” Djac whispered hoarsely.

“You seemed to manage fine without me. Better even. I’m the one that landed us all in this predicament to begin with. I deserve what’s coming.”

“That’s not true, Kasim. We love you. You are our leader. You wanted to give this realm a brighter future. You just put your trust in the wrong person.”

Kasim shrugged. “I wanted that. But I also wanted a crown. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect over these things, brother, and the conclusion did not end in my favor.”

Kasim got up from his chair and walked over to where Djac sat, offering his hand.

“I believe you are a better man than I ever was. You have gotten us closer to peace than I ever did, and you’ve done it selflessly. I have total faith in you.”

Djac looked up at his brother, the tears getting harder and harder to fight off. Djac stood and hugged Kasim again, rejecting his handshake.

“Now. I think you have put your faith in the right person. I believe you should go back to the camp and see what you can accomplish there.” Kasim gave Djac’s shoulders an encouraging shake, and he returned to his weights. "Perhaps, when you're done there, you can tell me of your five years. Over dinner. Hearing about the Earth Realm from Haresh and Bianca has not been very enlightening." Kasim cocked an eyebrow.

"I'd like that." Djac smiled in return.

Djac’s mind pondered that conversation, while he stood in Annalise’s war tent again, grieving the fact that he would not be able to spend Kasim’s last… however long he had, with him at IshFahar. No matter how these meetings with the war council went, he would inevitably be called away. He wondered how Vania would take it. Again.

His attention was drawn to Annalise as the tent grew silent and everyone waited expectantly for her to start.

He was surprised to learn much of the information she conveyed. Nikolas was dead. He supposed he shouldn’t be shocked. He had seen many friends die over the years. He should have known it was a possibility. Yet, even with that knowledge, the all too familiar pain pressured his heart. Nikolas, however, had left behind a precious legacy, and it lessened that pain; and to bear his name, no less.

Learning about Annalise’s goddaughter Djac found himself wanting to congratulate Terra, even though the child was likely born years ago. A child is such a perfect gift, and he already thought how much he would give to protect the young Nicolette, even more so as Annalise had announced her as her heir.

When Annalise turned the conversation to him, he let the room hang in silence for a moment, a plan effortlessly forming in his mind, as if he had known what to suggest all along.

“We are an army of diverse talents and elements. Every realm is represented here, and that alone makes this a historic meeting. We should draw on those strengths, and hit our enemy with the full force of nature. I suggest, a group of elite elements travels through shadows to Agnihar, where Einar has all but declared himself the official ruler. We attack discreetly, utilizing each of our abilities in the process. In stealth, we catch the mad king unawares. We end his life, and his hold on this land.”

Djac looked into Annalise’s eyes at his last words, making sure she fully understood and agreed with what he was saying. She looked back at him, calm and sure.

“Agnihar is not going to be the same city that you remember, and Einar will have set up ingenious defenses to protect against fire elements using the shadow realm to get near him. That place will be crawling with Water Elements, each more talented than the last, and you expect to, what? Waltz up, knock on the door and hope the king will answer?” Moron scoffed.

Djac simply stared at Goran humorlessly, drawing out an uncomfortable silence, until his mocking smile dissipated to righteous indignation.

“How do you propose we accomplish such an impossible plan then?” Goran flourished his hand.

“We send out messengers to each of the remaining clans to secretly prepare for repercussions. Many of the major cities are already occupied by Einar’s soldiers, and if we are successful, the soldiers will likely retaliate. The most talented elements among us will be chosen to travel by shadow realm to Agnihar. Maybe a dozen or so. Using disguises, we penetrate the city’s defenses by simply walking in. In different corners of the city, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air will set off attacks incognito, something to catch the attention of the guard, and make it look like the city is under attack by larger forces. It will rally the soldiers and draw them away from wherever Einar is held up. Then, Princess Annalise, and one or two companions of her choosing, will track down the king, and kill him. Each team will find their own way out of the city, hopefully with the aid of a fire element and the shadow realm, but with the full knowledge that many of us might not make it out.”

“And what do you propose when Aeolus shows up and picks up right where Einar left off?” This time it was Boreas that spoke, clearly seeing Aeolus as a bigger threat than Einar.

“One threat is going to be better than two combined threats. Whether Aeolus has plans to stand at Einar’s side or not, their determination to ruin the Fire Realm is mutual, and if we can incapacitate one before the other gets here, we stand a much better chance of defending against the second.”

“What are the nature of these attacks meant to lure the soldiers?” the earth captain asked.

“That will have to be left up to the individual teams. I would have no idea where to begin instructing any of you how to best conduct your element for a massive distraction.”

“And what about these perfect disguises that are going to somehow get us into the city undetected? How do you propose we come up with those?” Goran spoke again, crossing his arms.

“That I believe we must rely on the Earth Realm for. There must be something in your arsenal of potions that could help us achieve the look of another, if only for a few hours.” Djac looked hopefully at the captain who appeared doubtful, but contemplative.

“I will work with the physician apprentices and alchemists who volunteered for the war effort. Perhaps they can begin to work on something."

“Djac, doesn’t your wife have experience with potion making?” Annalise jumped in, a hopeful glint in her eye.

Djac shifted uncomfortably. “It has been many years since she has practiced, your highness. I am not sure she could produce anything fruitful.” It was a lie. Djac had tried to get Bianca to make potions for him in the past, answered by an emphatic "No." Her reason being, if he was just going to keep her at home, she refused be of use to him there. It was to prove a point or something. It was a trade off he could live with.

“Ann, you’re not seriously considering this?” Goran fumed. “There are far too many variables to make it a viable pla-”

She held up her hand to stop him. Djac watched the wheels turn in her head, going over the plan, trying to come up with every possibility of what could go wrong.

“Lord Djac’s plan may not be the final version of events, we may have to change and modify it, but so far it seems to be the most reasonable course of action. We will convene here again in a few hours. Those of you who are in this council will be the leader of your element teams, and I want to hear each realm’s proposals for how best to execute their part of the mission. Who will be joining, and what they will contribute. I would like to undertake this plan with all speed. Aeolus gets closer every day.”

 

[_Annalise_]

As everyone began filing out of the tent again, her eyes met Djac’s over their heads and she lifted her brows, conveying her wish to speak with him. At his imperceptible nod, she turned to Goran, who remained at her side, a tic working his jaw.

Ann released a breath. ‘Here we go…’ Turning, she canted her head at him, trying to keep the impatience from her voice. “Goran is there someth…”

“Regicide? Really?” He interrupted, planting his body in front of hers and stepping forward so that she had no other place to look but up at his face. “It’s one thing to plan the assassination of your father, the king, but quite another to do the deed yourself, don’t you think?”

“Goran…” she once again started, but he continued speaking, making her narrow her eyes in growing consternation.

“I do not want you doing this!”

To her ears, his tone sounded quite imperious and she felt a fissure of anger crack her composure. “Well it’s a damn good thing I don’t answer to you then, isn’t it?”

His hands gripped her upper arms and shook her a little. “Wake up, Ann. He’s still your father. Let someone else do it. Myself, Turisas…Mi..”

“Do you truly think I go for some type of glory? Don’t be stupid, Goran. I have no other choice. If there are sirens still alive then you will not get past them, and you know it…”

“Then let me be the one to escort you…”

“I need you to lead another team. Please, listen…”

“Damn it, your highness, I am trying to protect you!”

She went rigid at that, and tried to work through the mounting fury that was coursing through her body. “Enough!” Jabbing her finger into his chest, she glared up at him. “It’s ridiculous that after all of these years, you suddenly doubt my ability.” At his mouth opening to protest, she shook her head. “Oh no you don’t, you gigantic buffoon, you listen to me. If you truly think you can best me, then challenge me tomorrow. If you win, then I will accept that there is someone better suited for this task. But if I win, you will keep your big mouth shut and let me do what I need to do. No more of these…these…tirades you have been on lately. It’s exhausting!”

Narrowed eyes stared at her silently a few moments, before he grinned and bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “I adore it when you’re angry, queeny…and I’m going to love it even more when I best you and have you flat on your back in the morning. Right where I want you.”

Shoving him away, she aimed a glower at his face. “You are utterly impossible and immensely infuriating. Don’t you have some other woman you need to be bothering? Namely the ones that are willing to put up with you?”

His laughter boomed across the tent and he began retreating. “Ah yes, but Goran has enough love to spread around, never you fear!”

Her eyes rolled as she watched him strut out of the tent, pausing to aim a side wink at Djac.

“Out, Goran.”

“Im going, I’m going.”

Walking behind him, she paused by the fire elemental and crossed her arms as they both watched the mercenary lord head down the hill towards his awaiting group. The ascending silence was like a cool balm and she relished it for a moment before current worries pressed down on her again. There was never any real respite from it. Reaching up, she began to loosen the leather stays from the collar of the overvest she wore. She knew Djac was waiting for her to speak, but her body was fairly shaking with unspent energy and quite frankly she was growing tired of words.

“Want to spar?” She slid a glance his way and started walking towards the river without waiting for an answer. He would either follow or not, but she suspected he would. Their last exchange had left a sour taste in her mouth and whereas she was still angry with him, there was something niggling at the back of her mind as he spoke earlier. He was hiding his own secrets.

It took awhile to get far enough down the river to ensure privacy, and a moment more to find an open clearing big enough. “Rules are simple.” She spoke up as she pulled the vest off, dropping it to the side. “Don’t kill each other.” Turning, she gave him a cool smile, her eyes alight with faint humor. “But I thought we could add an interesting element to our training session.” Waiting until he lifted a brow she stepped forward. “A question for each personal win. Are we in agreement?” She let the offer hang in the air a moment before sticking out a hand.

Ann thought his eyes narrowed with a bit of suspicion, but when his hand slipped into her own to shake, her grin widened in dark mischief. No time like the present. Tightening her fingers, she tugged him forward while kicking out a leg. As his form was thrown off balance and headed towards the ground, she pulled his arm behind him and followed him down. “The years must be slowing you down. First mark is mine!” With a knee to his back she bent her head to his ear. “Now tell me why you are lying about Bianca.”

Djac let out a gust of air from the impact of her attack to the ground. “I genuinely have no idea what you mean.” Djac sent fire, hot and rabid to his hands, so Annalise pushed herself off her opponent to avoid getting burned by his skin, tripping in the process. He rolled over, swiping the dagger from his belt, and holding it to the princess’ throat. She froze.

“Second mark, mine.” He cocked his eyebrow, daringly. “Tell me you’re not actually in a relationship with that pig.” Djac jerked his head back toward the camp. He had no idea why he had made such an inconsequential thing his first question, but it was what had first come to his mind.

Caught off guard, she stared at him a moment, before a frown pulled at her lips. Surely her ears had deceived her. The idiot did ‘not’ just ask that question. Lifting a hand up, she shifted and grabbed the blade, her palm and fingers glistening with ice that couldn’t be pierced. Her teeth ground together as she struggled to push it away from her neck and once she got the momentum needed, she used her other fist to slam against his cheek. A booted foot kicked against his body and she scrambled away, stumbling to a stand.

“First…I’m the daughter of a siren. A damned truth seeker.” She pointed a finger at him, a brow lifting in haughty superiority. “You cannot expect me to seriously believe that Bianca, by all accounts a promising young physician, just up and decided to stop using her talents. You think me a fool?” Sweeping her arm low and forward, ice shot up from the earth and headed for him in a jagged line.

“And secondly…” she scowled as he jumped out of the way and her form dropped into a crouch, an orb forming in her palms. “assuming the man you are calling ‘pig’ is Goran, he has been nothing but a faithful and devoted companion for the last 5 years, which you would know nothing about!” The question had incensed her for some reason and she hurled the orb at his face. Swirling in the air, it broke into three pieces and shattered, throwing shards of ice in his direction.

In the minute or so that they had been throwing attacks at one another, Djac found himself distracted from the conversation in favor of the invigorating exercise. She was more than his equal, and dodging the ice was a challenge he strangely relished.

Her answer to his question had been just as infuriating as his own no doubt had been. A companion? Faithful? Devoted? That could mean any number of things and only fueled his vigor.

“Ok, I may have stretched the truth about why she is not practicing anymore, but the truth remains, she will not be an asset to this mission!” He thrust his fist into her side, not holding back, landing the blow between her hip and rib.

She grunted, elbowing his face in return. He whipped around, throwing another punch her way, but she grabbed his fist as it sailed toward her, and the two of them blast fire and ice out of their hands. It was a strange sensation, both hot and cold colliding between them, water dripping from their grasp onto the dirt below them.

“Interesting…” Djac looked at their hands, fascinated. Annalise’s fist collided with his jaw, feeling like she had trashed him with a block of ice. The pain shocked through his face, angering him more than he thought possible.

He shot fire down at her feet, and if she hadn’t leapt up just in time, he surely would have left her crippled.

Landing on her feet, she shot him an accusatory glare. “You could have maimed me!” When he smirked, Ann could only gape at him. “Why you little…” Leaping at him, her hands wrapped around his neck and they went tumbling backwards. She felt a part of her crack open, power stretching outwards and testing its reaches. Down the edge of the bank their bodies slid, fire and water blasting upwards into a funnel that encompassed them. “An asset to the mission?” Her laugh was mocking. “Your ‘wife’…” she bit out the last word, “wanted to maim me the eve I brought your brother home.” The memory still pissed her off, though she’d die before she admitted it. What right had the woman to hate her?

His fingers around her wrist seemed to ignite, making her feel like she had stuck in hand straight into a cooking fire. Letting out a yelp, she shoved off of him and they went careening down the river that was now frozen solid. Lights cracking above distracted her and she glanced upwards, sucking in large mouthfuls of air to relieve her strained muscles before her next move. Above their heads a dome of green flame and blue water covered them, swirling in tangent with each other.

Forcing herself to her hands and knees she glanced over at him. “Can you swim?” she grinned before slamming her fist into the ice, dissipating it and pulling them both into the river.

The ice broke under Djac’s feet before he had the chance to recognize what she had done. This was getting out of hand. Great slabs of ice rushed past him with the current, and he kicked himself toward the surface, his lungs bursting at the surface for air.

He tread on the surface, circling around for the princess, when he had a plan. He felt the cool water softly flow across his skin, and a smile came to his lips. He sank beneath the surface, and concentrated on the water. Every drop of it. Warming it up. Radiating heat like he was the sun, that iridescent shimmer of hot water issuing from him like rays.

The river began to sting, like a bath that was too hot. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable to him, but not nearly as uncomfortable as it would to someone who was not a fire element.

There was a loud sound of pounding water, and Djac shot to the surface once more to see what her latest counter measure was.

She towered above the river’s surface, standing at the top of a geyser, her hands in a locked position to hold the water steady. It was remarkable. She drove the column of water back to the river bank, and soon enough, he felt a wave pushing him to the side so as to join her.

Soaking, and panting, the two of them landed on the grassy knoll, tired, but each with a deadly look in their eye.

“My wife” Djac said, mocking Annalise’s disdain, “Has been through a lot. She has suffered too, and I will not ask her to join in this fight.” Djac explained.

Annalise scrambled to her feet and flipped her arms in a maneuver to throw a spear of ice right in Djac’s direction. He responded swiftly, thrusting his palm upward to collide with the tip, melting it with enough heat to crack a rock.

He dug his feet into the ground, and took off toward her with a sprint. He rammed into her, one arm around her torso, one hand around her neck.

Either in the heat of the moment, a strange instinct, or pure accident, Djac’s internal flame, his life-force, and the embodiment of his abilities, erupted from the hand that clutched her neck and poured over Annalise’s skin.

A cosmic wave of energy shot through Djac’s spirit. It was exhilarating, life-giving, soul-quenching water. He was lost in an immortal ocean. He was drowning. And it felt so good.

It was like his innermost being had been a raging, hateful, destructive fire his entire life and he had never known peace until doused by the cool, healing properties that he was now consumed by. Desperate, deadly thirst parched his mind, and he was tasting water for the first time.

Djac sucked in a breath of air, coming back to reality on the banks of the river.

He was spent. All of his energy zapped from his body, and his mind still reeling from such its out of body high.

He was on top of Annalise. The two had collapsed to the ground. She looked dazed but highly alert, her panting as exhaustive as his.

He looked into her blues eyes, unsettling his already spent nerves, like remembering a powerful nightmare.

She stared back at him with a stunned expression.

How could one feel completely exhausted and awoken all at the same time? Blinking, she stared up at him. “Please tell me that there is a good explanation as to why I suddenly feel like fire is running through my veins?”

“I don’t….” Djac breathed, pushing off of her to roll onto his back. “I have no idea what that was…”

She watched as the dome above them disintegrated and she sat up, holding a hand out to catch one of the lingering droplets. “That’s comforting.” she remarked dryly, turning her head to stare at him.



Djac chuckled, still unable to find the energy to sit up. “I find…” he swallowed, “There’s a lot I never realized I could do… before you showed up again.” He stared at the sky a moment, a little apprehensive of her response, before curiosity got the better of him and he met her eyes.

Ann couldn’t help but wince a little. “Well….that makes two of us…” she admitted. “You asked why I couldn’t do anything, to beat Aeolus.” A breath left her body and her fingers pulled at the dirt beneath them. “It’s because I couldn’t. I started losing my abilities almost six years ago, after you left. It’s only since we landed here that I’ve felt them again.”



Djac sat up, resting his arms on his knees. He wiped the droplets of water from his face, at a loss for words. “What is this, Annalise? I mean, what are we to each other? You can’t believe this is a coincidence.”

Her stomach rolled and her thoughts lingered on the discussion she and Turisas had earlier about bonding. Uncomfortable, she glanced away, brows furrowing. “I…would love to say I have an answer for that, being as all knowing as I am…” A teasing smile was attempted to lighten the mood a little. “I suppose it depends on who you ask. You already know what Terra thinks.”

Djac scoffed. “If I didn’t have such respect for that woman, I’d call her delusional. Prophecies and legends.” He shook his head. “It all feels rather childish. This war…” He trailed off, not entirely sure why he brought up the war, other than an unusual desire to talk to her. To tell her about his failures and his victories, his pain and his struggles. He wanted to know about her too, but it felt inappropriate to ask. Maybe she’d share when she was ready.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” Djac picked awkwardly at his fingernail. “I didn’t believe for a moment that you had been standing idly by all this time while your father was here. I guess my frustration got the better of me.”

Stretching her legs out, she stared at the water for a few quiet moments. His apology pressed down on her and she tried to work out what to say. The ease in which they resumed their effortless companionship with each other both comforted and frightened her. There was so much to say, so much she wanted to say, but she wrestled with it, getting close again when she knew she shouldn’t. “I should apologize too. I suppose I was still harboring some resentment, but that gives me no right to bring your wife into our argument. You were right, I’ve no idea what either of you have gone through.”



Hesitating, she glanced at him. “It’s simply….” a breath was drawn in before she rushed through the rest of what she wanted to get out. “You left. Without saying goodbye. And, truth be told, it did hurt a bit. I was so damned young and naive back then.” a hollow laugh escaped. “I fathomed us as…friends.” Her cheeks reddened, shoulders lifting in a shrug. “So I just threw myself into the war effort after that. After Nik died. The things I have done….to my own people…” swallowing, she let the words trail off. Perhaps they could revisit their nightmares another time. “Then when I found Kasim, and he and Oliver came out with the truth, it wasn’t the thought of being a pawn that was the worst, I’ve been one since the day I was born, but it was that I realized the friendship had been one-sided” Oh gods why couldn’t she shut up? “Stupid, really. We had only known each other such a short time.” She was rambling. Djac was going to think her mind was as scattered as Terra’s now. The corners of her lip turned into a sheepish smile. “That was a lot.”



“We were! Friends, I mean… I didn’t want to leave like that. I was convinced…” He thought better of bringing Terra into the conversation. To this day he was still fairly certain her assessment of his leaving was correct. If he had given a proper farewell to the lady, who knows what might have come up.

“I was a pawn too. It may have been my goal to use you, but I didn’t know why. I was as much in the dark about my brothers’ schemes as you were, and I was so desperate to prove my worth to them, to gain their approval that I was willing to…” He looked at her, embarrassed.

“For whatever it’s worth, I hadn’t known you long before I knew I could never do that to you. I carried around that deception with me the entire time we were in the Earth Realm, and even after I left, for all these years. But you must believe, I respected you, I trusted you, I believed in you, ever since we emerged from the shadow realm into Terra’s kingdom. I may not have been a worthy friend, but I was sincere.”

Djac was surprised at himself. He hadn’t trusted himself to find the right words, but he found he couldn’t stop them from rushing out.

Bringing her knees up to her chest, she rested her chin upon them, staring at him. The truth in his words were unmistakable and unbidden her demeanor softened. “It seems we were both victims of circumstance back then.” A finger lifted to push back her damp curls. “If that makes you unworthy…then I suppose we both were. I had my own secrets…”

Why did he put her stomach in such knots? She could lead an army of mercenaries across the seas without issue, but put this one fire element in front of her and Ann felt herself turn into a bumbling idiot. Could they be friends again? Would he think it appropriate? The man had a wife. Brows furrowed with indecisiveness. If they were seriously heading towards their doom, would it even matter? In a deep, dark recess of her mind that she tried to push back, she was helpless to wonder though, even in agreement, would it be enough for her? “Where does that leave us moving forward? Are we to remain adversaries in the end?”

“I’m not so sure we were ever adversaries. Did we misunderstand one another? Yes. Have different objectives?” He nodded. “But perhaps we agree, moving forward, that we trust each other. And we accept that there’s…. something” he looked at her hand, “between our two magics that somehow makes us stronger together.”

“Your highness.”

At the familiar voice, Ann glanced up to see Ramos striding quickly towards them, his face looking pained. Rising, she steeled herself for what he was about to say.

“Turisas and I found Oliver.” His voice was flat.

“Where was he?”

“Several miles North. Heading away from IshFahar. When I realized he was taking care to hide his tracks, I sent for Turisas to assist.”

She nodded, swallowing down the bile that threatened, and schooled her features into a cool mask. “He is to be guarded at all times. Gather all water elementals and the captains of the earth realms. We will have to hold a trial.”

At his nod, she reached out to touch his shoulder. “We cannot allow our friendship to cloud judgement of any findings.”

They stared at each other a moment, the sea captains face grim but in agreement. “Yes, princess.” Patting her hand, he turned swiftly and began making his way back.

She felt rather than heard, Djac step up behind her, and almost wished their prior relationship back. At least then her emotions were frozen. Now, with everything changing, she felt like the young girl stepping off the ship onto foreign soil all those years ago, unsure and worried. “You should gather some of your leaders. This will involve the fire elements as well and you should have a say in the outcome.” There was no need to speak of the trial that was about to happen. Djac wasn’t an idiot. He would have been able to ascertain that Oliver left without permission and what that would mean.

He moved before her then, silent but questioning. Ann realized then, how much she could read his unspoken thoughts now, and wondered if it had anything to do with what had transpired between them this afternoon. There was a reluctance within her now, to leave. To break from the spell that had encompassed them for a few blissful hours. But duty was duty, and she knew that they both needed to face what was about to come. Attempting a reassuring smile, her head dipped into a nod. “I’ll be fine. Go, check on your family, gather your men. I’ll see you in a little while.”

Later that evening, Ann almost wished Djac had been successful in turning her into ash. They had convened upon the beach, a testament to who the judge was, and a half circle had been formed around the accused who stood mute, his eyes upon her. Dressed in a white sheath, Ann’s face had been marked with three slashes of red. Gold arm bands rested upon pale flesh, her fingers grazing upon the hilt of the sword belted at her side.

Shield maidens flanked her in a v formation, their faces marked in black, while Turisas and Miguel stood behind Oliver.

“We gather this evening, in a show of unity. Four realms united for one cause…” Her voice rang out. “..the future of our people. ALL of our people. So that our children may never know what it is like not to be free. In order to do that, we wage war against tyranny. Against those that bring death to our people and our lands.” Blue eyes scanned the crowd. “I made a promise many years ago. That I will do whatever I have to do, to ensure the success of this mission. And when I landed here, that promise extended to protect the people of the fire realm, who have been under attack for no reason other than greed.”

Stepping forward, her eyes rested upon the man that waited before her. “Oliver, Duke of Augustine, servant of the water realm, you stand accused of transpiring against us. And for that reason, you face trial.” She held out her hands, focusing upon him, and after a moment, he placed his palms upon her own. Casting all thoughts of everyone around her from her mind, Ann focused upon him, her tone lowering into a gentle hum, a thread of compulsion entering her voice and sharpening his gaze upon her. “Do you understand why you are here?”

“Yes.” His words were soft, immediate, truthful.

“Tell us why you left camp this morning…” she spoke as though to a child, encouraging compliance.

“I sought King Einar.”

“Why?”

“To join him.”

Ignoring the murmur of the crowd around them, she tightened her hold.

“And you did this knowing it was an act of treason against the one you pledged yourself too?”

“Yes.”

It was easy pulling the truth from him and it shattered her heart. “Did you go with the intent of sharing our location, and the location of this villages inhabitants to King Einar?”

“Yes.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Miguel’s eyes close against the despair that washed over him. “Why did you do this, Oliver?”

His gaze seemed to flicker with inner fury, and Ann deepened her hum to calm him. “Because these people killed my wife.”

“Einar killed your wife, Oliver.”

Blond hair shook as he unconsciously denied her words. “You would not understand. You are not bonded. And you will never understand feeling their thoughts and fears and pain. My soul felt her last moments, and I will never forgive them for that. Any of them.”

If her features could have paled more than they already were, they would have. His words stung, but she realized the truth in them, which made this all the more difficult. Dropping his hands, she stepped back. There was no need to question further. To do so would just be insulting to them both. “Thank you for your truth, Duke Augustine.”

Lifting her chin, her voice rose. “This man is accused of treason, per his own admittance. Not only did he admit to seeking to expose our mission, but he put all of IshFahar’s innocent people in danger. That is not something I can willingly let by. As per our bylaws, treason is subject to death by unanimous agreement from the realms leaders. As this is a new era, all elements are present and have a vote.” Her gaze scanned them. “What say you? Those who find him guilty, raise a hand.”

For every palm that rose, her heart seemed to thump louder in her chest, until she was sure everyone could hear. It was a dawning moment, and one that almost brought her to her knees. And yet, there was no turning back just because Oliver had been her friend. To do so, would be to lose any foothold they had gained with the other elements. All people fighting for this side would have to be subject to punishment for crimes no matter what realm they hailed from. It was the only way. Looking around, all hands were raised save one. Djac. Meeting his eyes, she gave an imperceptible nod. It was alright. As his hand lifted, she steeled her shoulders.

“Oliver, Duke of Augustine, in sight of the gods, you have been found guilty and are hereby sentenced to death. As you have been a devoted servant, I give you choice of how you will die.”

His chin lifted, his eyes remaining steady on hers. “I choose beheading, your highness.”

Inclining her head in consent, Ann shook her head at Turisas who made a move to come forward. No. She had put him to trial, she had voiced his deceit and guilt, and she would have to be the one to carry out the sentence. Ann owed him that at least. Fighting against the trembling of her fingers, she pulled the sword from it’s sheath and stepped forward. The maidens behind her fanned out, forming a circle, bringing their shields up and holding their swords diagonally across the wood and steel frame.

After helping Oliver to his knees, Ramos and Turisas stepped from the circle. The Duke bent his head and Ann lifted her sword high. “May you dine before the gods tonight with your wife by your side” ‘And may my aim be true.’ Ann whispered those last words to herself before she brought the blade down.

 

[Gray Sage]

Djac watched the princess as she crossed the sands of the beach, a defeated look on her face, holding her head up, bloodied sword in hand. She looked majestic and heartbreaking.

Djac bowed his head as she passed, the shield maidens following her. There was a part of him that wanted to follow, to make sure she was alright, and to attempt to comfort her in the wake of such an unsettling act. But he knew there was little he could do, and sometimes one needed to process things alone. He looked back at the decapitated body on the sand, the appointed members already clearing away the remains.

“I can’t believe they conduct a trial in such a way.” Zarich mumbled from behind him.

“I know. Who could be certain what she just divulged was the truth, and not what she wanted everyone to hear?” Ali whispered back.

“It doesn’t work that way.” Djac grit his teeth.

“How would you know?” Haresh asked. Djac turned to look at Annalise and her entourage, heading back toward the camp.

“Did you find what I asked for?” Djac looked at Zarich and Ali, beginning to move down the shore back toward town.

“We poured over the Nassar library, sir. We could not find anything relating to Onyx.”

“Onyx?” Haresh asked.

“It’s of no concern, Haresh. Only an element I wish to study. I’ll go through some of the older volumes myself. We still have a few days before we leave for Agnihar, and I’m sure there’s still much of the library left to look through.”

“Keep your secrets then. The all wise Djaccar who cannot trust his own family.” He spat the last word and trudged off at a faster pace down the beach.

Djac watched him go, half of him feeling convicted by Haresh’s words, the other half indignant that his trust in Haresh had not been shattered for no good reason.

Ali and Zarich started walking again. Djac stopped walking and gazed out over the sea. “My brothers.” He stopped them. “I have thought long about this mission to Agnihar. I am the leader of the Fire Elements, and I am to recruit my own team. I want you both at my side, if you would follow me.”

Ali scoffed. “We’d planned to come whether you recruited us or not.”

“It will take more than a suicide mission to scare us off, Djac.” Zarich held out his forearm, clutching Djac’s in fraternity. A weight lifted off his chest as he looked at them. Proud.

“I am going to walk awhile. If you’d like to return to the house, you have my leave.”

Ali and Zarich nodded, and Djac walked along the beach as the sun sank ever lower into the horizon, the water lapping at his feet.

Deep in the night, Djac stared at the ceiling, his thoughts unable to settle.

His mind kept thinking back to his duel with Annalise. In particular, when his fire had felt her innermost being.

He wanted to know what it meant. He wanted it to be a fluke mishap. He wanted so badly to prove Terra wrong. He wanted to do it again.

Djac sat up in frustration, wringing his hands.

All you would have to do is slip into the shadows, and you could be in her tent in seconds…

Djac ripped off his sheets, and left the room. He needed to find a distraction from these ridiculous ideas.

Still in his night robe, having thrown on his sandals, Djac walked down the silent streets toward the Nassar library. He would continue his research into Onyx until his eyes were heavy, hopefully affording him a deeper, dreamless, sleep.

As he approached the library, he could see the rooms inside were already glowing with a dim light. Sitting at a table, stacks of books piled in front of him, sat Ali, reading by candlelight.

“Ali?” Djac said softly.

He looked up from the book and snapped it shut.

“My lord, I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d try again to find some information on Onyx.”

Djac tried to hide his smile. “I had the same idea.”

“It occurred to me that it might have been called by a different name, so I was going back through these volumes on minerals and trying to find some similarities.”

Djac nodded, looking over the book titles. “Perhaps, there’s something in the ancient scrolls too. I’ll pull some out of the vaults.”

The two read through pages and pages of material, trying to find any sort of inkling on the dark substance, but found nothing. The candle Ali had lit was down to a nubbin, and Djac guessed the early hours of morning were approaching.

“How is it, that a nobody from Yem Salif could get his hands on a weapon as powerful as Onyx, yet no one else has ever heard of it?” Ali tossed a book in frustration.

“Ramas wasn’t from Yem Salif. He was from Agnihar.” Djac said absent mindedly as he tried to translate the scroll he was holding.

“What?” Ali leaned forward. “How do you know that?” Djac looked up from his work, not sure how he knew.

“When I…” Djac thought about when he had connected with Ramas and saw who he was. He had just gotten the sense that Agnihar was his homeland.

Djac looked at Ali. It wasn’t that Djac didn’t trust Ali with the knowledge of the Inner Flame. But something gave him pause. He had used this gift in front of Yasuf, and a few of the other men, but Djac seriously doubted that they had comprehended what was happening. His gift of producing his Inner Flame was still a secret. The only people who knew about it were Uriah, and since that afternoon, Annalise. He decided that sort of power over someone should not be made public, even to his closest friends. Not yet, anyway.

“When I spoke with him, I heard it in his accent. I just knew that’s where he was from.”

Ali leaned back in his chair, a look of understanding coming over his features.

“That must be it.” Ali whispered.

“What must be?” Djac leaned in.

“When Elil and I were captured, when he…” he trailed off, obviously reliving the moments of his torture, “I heard him talking with someone about his education, and how he knew how to torment a body without destroying it too fast. That cock wouldn’t stop droning on about knowledge, how knowledge and wisdom were power. He spoke about the importance of reading!”

“I don’t follow. He wasn’t a physician. When we spoke, it sounded like he had more knowledge about the temple and the order of the monks.”

“But that’s my point! He was a very educated man! One who easily could have been a scholar. How is it that no one else knows about Onyx?” Ali asked, his enthusiasm growing.

“It’s a dangerous substance, likely something the Fire Realm has always wanted to keep hidden.”

“Exactly! If there is information on this weapon, it would be forbidden, in the deepest vaults of Agnihar’s library! Only a select few would have access to such knowledge.”

“When we spoke, he told me he was burdened with knowledge.” Djac’s eyes widened.

“It would make perfect sense if Ramas had been such a person,” slammed his hand down on a stack, “a keeper of books!”

Djac shot up from his chair. “He learned about Onyx in Agnihar’s archives.”

“What it does, how to use it, where it can be found!” Ali jumped up too.

“And we’re going to Agnihar!” Djac was breathless, starting to pace, already wondering how he could fit a quick trip to the library in with his plans to slay the water king.

“It would have to be in some restricted area. Probably guarded with all sorts of torches to prevent access through the shadow realm.” Ali tripped over his words saying them so fast.

“Ali.” Djac stopped pacing. “We must get into those vaults.”

“Yes sir.” Ali’s eyes were emphatic.

“Only tell Zarich. We will come up with a plan to…” Djac trailed off, already realizing how difficult such a task would be, in addition to helping Annalise get to her father. Was getting the information on Onyx really such an important distraction?

“The water princess will be able to handle her mission on her own.” Ali muttered.

Djac tilted his head at Ali’s insinuation.

“You’re wondering if this will compromise killing the water king.” Ali asserted, an edge of understanding in his eyes. “You don’t want to leave her to do the job herself.”

“That is our main objective in going to Agnihar, Ali.”

“But it’s more than that. I’d like to think I know you fairly well, my friend. And I am not blind.”

Djac let the words singe the silence for a moment, not wanting to confirm any of Ali’s suspicions.

“You are delusional if you think I am only joining this mission to hold the princess’ hand through her task. If the water king does not die, the Fire Realm is lost. If that happens, the world will fall. It will not matter what we learn about Onyx if that happens.”

“That is true. But we will face the same results if our enemies learn about this weapon. If she learns about it, who’s to say she won’t immediately use it to subdue the Fire Realm and take her father’s place?!”

Djac lunged at Ali and snatched his collar, “You will not speak Her Highness in such a way! She has done more for this Realm than you will ever know!”

Ali grabbed Djac’s wrists and shoved them off his chest. “Delusional, am I?” Ali walked across the room to leave.

“You will lose all respect if you choose her. Choose her over your people, over your Realm, over your element, over yourself! When all of this is done, if we’ve survived, she will scurry back to the North and forget all about how she used the Fire Realm as a means to an end! We will be left to pick up the pieces of our land after her filthy bloodline has ravaged us! She will leave us, and she will leave you and we will be better for it!” Ali stormed out of the library and into the night.

Djac could have gone after him in anger, but his blood had run cold at Ali’s words. He was right. If they won this war, Annalise was the heir apparent to her father’s throne. They would be distant allies, and he would go back to thinking about her every few years until their paths happened to cross again. If they ever crossed again.

The night was suddenly very cold, and his body very tired. And the candle that Ali had lit, finally fizzled out.

 

[_Annalise_]

Revulsion. Disgust. Bone weary exhaustion. As the body crumpled before her, those emotions rocked her body. She sucked a breath in through her teeth to settle her queasy stomach. Through her glazed vision, members of the water realm looked satisfied. Proud even at the decisions of their leader. This was a normal occurrence for them. Natural. They weren’t disgusted with Oliver. They were warriors. He had simply chosen a side they were not on and lost. The duke had still died with honor in their way of thinking. She didn’t know if she could do this.

Bringing her sword to her side, she ignored the humming in her ears and turned to walk silently away. The others of her realm knew the protocol, there was no need for her to make sure it was done correctly. Her duty had been done. And as she entered her tent, she dismissed her maidens, choosing instead to wash herself, scrubbing her hands fiercely to rid herself of the feeling of blood and betrayal.

The Duke of Augustine. Her friend. His body would be respected as it was sent back to the heart of the sea to dance with their ancestors that night. Did that ease her conscience any? Sighing, she sunk down onto her bed and pressed her fingers into her head. No. But it was the way of things. She didn’t want this…

In the distance, she could hear sounds of the procession. Her people would send Oliver off with occasion as one of their brothers. Drink and food would be passed around honoring him. This was just another part of war. This was their lives.

As the festivities droned on, she found herself on the sandy beach. The bloodied sword she carried was laid reverently in the water to wash it clean, returning any remaining essence to whence it had been born. “May your reunion with Iris be swift.” she whispered.

“May I join you?”

Her eyes flickered up, unsurprised as Boreas appeared at her side. “I do not think I should be very good company at the moment.” the words were murmured.

Ignoring her, he sat. Ann resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Did his kind ever take a hint?

“Frankly, I am a little astonished to see you alone.”

A brow rose. “What is that supposed to mean?”

The man shrugged, leaning back on his elbows. “Only that your…paramour…has been seen dogging your heels quite a bit.”

“Watch your tongue, Boreas.” Her words bit. “He is a friend. Nothing more. And as a leader of this realm, he has every right to be in council with the rest of us.”

“In council with you, you mean. I’ve not seen him spend that amount of time with anyone else.”

Her eyes caught his, narrowing. Cold. Of all the ignorant… “You are overstepping.”

Unconcerned with the chill that surrounded her, he sat up, leaning closer. “Will you give up your own people for one man?”

Shock had her stiffening. Is that what was thought? A hand rubbed at her chest to ease the ache that was spreading. She felt her head shake in denial.. “He has a wife, Boreas…and his own destiny to fulfill.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she worked on preventing herself from becoming shrill. “I am also getting a little tired of this conversation topic.”

The air lord shrugged. “You speak as though marriage is something that is binding.”

Disgusting man. “Maybe not for you…”

“You forget that I have stepped in both of your dreams.” He interrupted. A lazy smile played across his lips and he caught her wrist as she went to slap him, waggling a free finger in her face in admonishment. “Manners, your highness..”

“I hate you.”

“You cannot hate me for simply being observant.”

Disbelief crossed her face. “You got into my head without permission!”

“Eh…” Palms faced outward in unrepentant. “Let’s just say I was doing my research.” Humor faded away though as silence descended upon them for a few moments. “I do not speak these words to annoy you…I am simply…concerned. There is no hope for this to work in the end if you are not going to see it through.”

Ha! Did air elementals ever not want to annoy? She resisted the urge to snort, instead studying the hilt of the sword that lay in her lap, her eyes tracing the intricate carvings.

Boreas touched her shoulder. “Believe what you may, but I ask these questions as someone who is concerned about you and your future. You cannot avoid the answers forever.”

A sigh rattled through her body. He was right. “It does not matter how I feel.” Wait, what?

“Doesn’t it?”

Her head shook again. “In the end, Djac and I are two vastly different people. It would never work anyways.” That was correct at least. Wasn’t it? Why did her head feel odd?

“Because of your elements?” Boreas asked, curiosity tainting his voice.

“No…not necessarily.” She glanced at him. “I am a vastly different person without the crown. I never wanted it. I still do not. It is a cage for me. Gilded or not. I will accept it, because it is my duty. Believe what you may, but I love my people. And I will finish this, gods willing, and give them the life they deserve.”

“And Djac?”

A soft smile played across her features. “Djac is a flame no matter where he is. Whereas my role is duty, his…his is passion for his people, for his element, for this land. He has been unshackled from his chains…he is fulfilling his destiny. A crown does not change him and who he is.”

Waves lapped against the beach, and in the distance they could hear the revelry begin to die down as people found their beds and, for many, comforts of the flesh. Did she envy that? The freedom of abandoning oneself to pleasure in whatever that may be? Her head tilted. Perhaps. But it was something she must not ever succumb to. Could not.

“If we succeed,” Ann continued, “He will be faced in rebuilding the entirety of his realms structure. It has been neglected and abused by other realms and their own hierarchy for a long long time. He will need someone beside him who can put the whole of their energy in it with him.”

“You really think he is the chosen one for the fire realm?”

With all certainty. “The fire realm will not move forward without him.”

“And you are not that person to stand beside him?” Boreas asked gently.

“No.” the word was whispered. Despite what happened earlier in the day. Despite feeling connected with him and this land. She could never be that person.

“I would drown his flame. Snuff it out without meaning too. But alas…that is the nature of things. We are what we are. There is no changing that.” Gods why couldn’t she shut up?

If she survived, she would need to immediately go back to her kingdom. There would need to be new bylaws, an advising panel would need to be voted on. She would be called to marry someone of suitable stature and breeding….and her duty, amongst others, would be to bear heirs…to produce the next generation of sirens and…a future ruler. Djac was meant for more than to just stand beside her. And she would never be allowed to abandon her duty. Would she?

“I am sorry, Annalise.”

Surprised at the uncharacteristic show of empathy from him, she gave a small laugh to break the emotion. She must have had to much to drink. Somewhere. “We all are facing unpleasant things. Mine are no more than anyone elses…” Wait…had she had time to drink anything?

They stood together and he took her elbow to escort her back. She needed to sleep. That was it. The day had just stressed out her mind. “Our goal, my only goal, is to get through this and set the council of four back in motion. I swear to you.”

He paused, looking down at her. “I hope you are right.” Bending his head, he touched his forehead to hers. “Now…It’s time to wake up.”

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Sitting straight up, Ann sucked in a breath, looking wildly about her. She was abed. Her clothes on the floor beside her where she had dropped them and fell within the blankets, probably asleep before her head hit.

Realization was a cold bowl of water that hit her in the face, and she felt her cheeks heat with emotion. “Why that conniving little bastard!....” Scrambling up, she dressed with haste and exited her tent. Where was he? She was done with the air elementals using their abilities to make a fool out of her.

She should have known. Never would she have been so bloody vocal about her thoughts with someone. Ah…there. Her darkened blue eyes landed upon the offender, leaning casually against a post. Like he was innocent. Like he had no care in the world. Ann’s world narrowed, and, she would admit later, all reason probably left her. But then again, water elementals weren’t known for forgetting and moving on.

Marching up to him, her fist lifted and slammed forcefully into his face. Contents of the cup he was drinking from littered the air and his form went sprawling in a satisfying heap. Standing over him, she was sure rage burned within her expression.

“Annalise?” Feeling a hand upon her shoulder she whirled, ready to swing, but came up short as she saw Djac standing there, his hands moving upwards in a placating gesture and his own expression a mixture of concern and perplexity. It was only made worse by Goran strolling up behind Djac.

“What is this?” he asked. “A lovers quarrel perhaps?”

Her murderous gaze fell upon him, effectively shutting him up before she turned back to Boreas, who was now sitting up, rubbing his cheek with an infuriating grin on his face. “I am done with the antics of your kind, Boreas. Stay out of my head or I will show you just what I am capable of.”

Completely unrepentant, the air lord stood, brushing himself off. “Oh, as you did with Aeolus?”

Everything within her went still. Once again, she felt herself in that room, the smell of her burning flesh flooding her nostrils. She wanted to gag. She wanted to kill him where he stood.

Boreas shook his head as Goran took a threatening step in his direction. “I am not the one who needs to be questioned about their motives. I am just making sure that the Princess here is going to go through with her promises. Especially after betraying my brother to save her.”

“I have given up everything to see that this plan succeeds…”

Boreas raised a brow, giving a short bark of laughter. “Everything…perhaps. But what about everyone?” His eyes swung to Djac pointedly who seemed to immediately stiffen.

Was this what everyone thought? Was this, whatever it was, really hindering what she had been working to put in place? She stepped forward until she was toe to toe with him. Her voice shook as she spoke, her tone hushed with suppressed emotion. “You have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t I though? You seem to defer to him every time he is here. When the time comes, are you going to do whatever is best for all of us, even if it means leaving hi..”

“Enough Boreas.” she interrupted. “Our goal here is to put in place, the council of four. That means a head of each realm that confers, “civilly,” with each other to make decisions based on bettering our elements. It means putting the well-being of our people above all else. That has not changed. And if you hinder that by continuing to make baseless accusations, then…”

“Then what, Annalise? You’ll put me on trial like you did your “friend”?”

He knew exactly where to hit her. It would take only a second to strangle him, Ann was sure of it. Her eyes narrowed. “No, Boreas, water elementals don’t give trials to outsiders. I’ll simply kill you.” And she would too. Ann knew that without a doubt. The only thing that nagged at her was if she would do it because the air lord was impeding their plans or if it would be a guise against her defending Djac’s name. Either way, she was effectively disturbed by her own changing behavior. Was this why her people were known as almost savage in their nature?

Stepping away, she became aware that they had been joined by a few others. Well this would definitely be a topic of conversation for the next few days. Clearing her throat, she avoided meeting Djac’s eyes and spoke to all of them.

“Today we pick our teams. We will meet and discuss as soon as this happens. I think we can all agree that we need to leave within a couple days time. The sooner we finish this, the better. Turning, she called to Goran as she made her way to the makeshift training grounds. “You wanted a spar this morning, didn’t you? Hurry up.” She didn’t really want to spar with him. What she wanted was to fight with Djac. To feel that connection again. That sense of belonging. The momentary feeling of belonging. But that couldn’t happen again. She couldn’t allow it.
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The next few days were almost frantic in their pace. Which suited Ann just fine. She sought her bed each night, so exhausted from training that there was no room to dream. Each morning, they woke up and did it all over again.

Their teams were chosen, plans were made, hashed out, argued over, and made again. Meanwhile, she was careful to not be caught alone with Djac again. They had to work together, of course, showing others how they might best use their elements together, but somehow, by unknown agreement, they were careful to not show the extent of what they now knew they were capable of when together. If someone found that out, it might be detrimental to them both.

 

[Gray Sage]

The morning was practically threatening to come up in the sky when Djac left the library. His research had taken all night, and his argument with Ali had left him more restless than ever.

He walked in the direction of home, his thoughts still whirring with Ali’s accusations. Was he truly so obvious in his feelings for her? And what exactly were his feelings?

Respect. Admiration. Trust. Curiosity?

He was desperate to know what force was between them that amplified their gifts. His puzzling over the mysteries of the four elements frustrated him to a near madness. And that power between them was going to steal more than one night of sleep, of that he was certain.

So go learn more about it. That intrusive thought sounded in his head.

Djac stopped in the middle of the street. The sky was beginning to glow a dull purple with the early promises of a sunrise.

It will be easier while the sun is still low. He thought to himself. His heart pounded and he grit his teeth.

“Allaena!” He cursed under his breath, and took a step backward, fading into the shadows.

He was at her tent in a mere moment. She had two torches on either side of the entrance. It lit up the flap of the tent, making entry through the shadow realm impossible. A crooked smile played on his lips. She was impressively cunning.

Djac lingered. He was a little surprised at himself that he might have gone in without permission, if he had been able to. He just wanted to talk with her. About their connection, about the plan, about anything really. But it was pointless, and fatigue was beginning to gnaw at him.

As soon as he decided to return home, the tent entrance flew open, and Annalise emerged with a murderous glint in her eyes. She stormed across the camp, weaving through tents, and Djac’s curiosity got the better of him.

He followed her until she came face to face with Boreas, who’s casual appearance gave no clues as to why Annalise threw her fist into his face. Her impressive right hook sent Boreas careening to the ground, and Djac’s shock made him reach for her to hold her back.

The Moron was close at hand, as he always was, and began chiding Annalise which felt in very poor taste.

Boreas’ callous comments about Annalise’s time with Aeolus gave Djac the idea of charring the flesh across his mouth. That would teach him to be more cautious about his foul words. But the princess could defend herself, and Djac stayed his hand.

“Everything…perhaps. But what about everyone?” The argument continued. Djac’s stomach lurched as Boreas’ eyes fell on him. He looked to Annalise whose fury seemed to be radiating off her skin.

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” She seethed.

“Don’t I though? You seem to defer to him every time he is here. When the time comes, are you going to do whatever is best for all of us, even if it means leaving hi..”

“Enough Boreas.”

Djac hadn’t wanted it to be so openly acknowledged. What did everyone think? He and Annalise hadn’t had time to be anything but strategic allies! There was no proof of anything between them, and he was getting heartily sick of the implications.

“No, Boreas,” Annalise’s voice had become a lilting, almost soothing sound. “Water elementals don’t give trials to outsiders. I’ll simply kill you.” The calm assurance in her words was more unsettling than if she had shouted them. Djac believed her. And he understood firsthand the violation of his dreams being trespassed.

A sharp memory flashed in his mind of when Boreas had stepped into his subconscious. Even so many years later, an embarrassment crept up his neck at the recollection of what he had been doing, and the things he would have done if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“You wanted a spar this morning, didn’t you? Hurry up.” Her motion to Goran made his thoughts return to the present. The present. Which needed his full attention.

Djac threw himself into preparation with Ali and Zarich. The three of them sparred at the edges of the camp. Even two against one, Djac had the upper hand. He hadn’t faced a real challenge since his fight with Annalise. But she was busy, and he refused to distract to her. He had to.

The meetings to plan their attack droned on for hours. He tried his best to only offer useful and constructive comments to the discussions, nothing snide or sarcastic, however tempted he might be.

Try as he may, he couldn’t keep his gaze off Annalise the whole day. But he never saw her looking back. He didn’t instigate any conversations. He had nothing important to say. All he wanted was to get to the bottom of their connection, and it seemed a dangerous territory to be stepping into.

Finally, the evening before their departure for Shiloh arrived. Djac was confident with the plan they’d formulated. He and a few of the other fire elements would guide the other chosen teams through the shadow realm to make travel faster. They would break their journey in Shiloh, where Jethro would no doubt host them for the night with welcome.

Shiloh had been hit hard by the war, but Jethro was a good and wise man. He had no doubt stayed as stubborn as a root, and continued to grow back no matter how many times the Einar’s men had ransacked the city.

Jethro, Einar, Bianca, Onyx, his men, Alise. Djac mused over these things as he walked the streets of IshFahar, the home he had grown up. The home he loved.

“Djac! Djac!” a little voice squealed. Djac looked up from his path to see a group of six children jump up from the circle where they sat, evidently just finishing dinner. They all ran up to Djac, crowding him in the street. He passed hugs around, asking how they all were and laughing at how they doted on him.

“Djac come play with us!” One pleaded

“Or do your tricks!” another shouted.

“Djac look! I lost another tooth!”

“Djac, is it true you’re going away again?” One voice shouted above the rest.

Djac’s merriment paused for a moment. “Yes, I do have to go again, but I won’t stay away for long!” I hope… He added to himself.

“When you come back next time, will you stay longer? One of the little girls asked.

Djac’s heart fell a little. “I hope so. And I hope things will be better when I return.” He gave her chin a little nudge, realizing that the childlike promise actually held so much meaning.

“Djac, won’t you do a trick for us?” One of the younger girls tugged on his hand. The three younger ones joined in a chorus of pleas, and while the older ones didn’t join, they still had anticipation hiding in their eyes.

Djac pretended to contemplate, as if it were a big decision. In fact, it was the easiest decision he’d made all day.

He sat down on the street, cross legged, and danced his hands through the air in dramatic fashion.

The children bounced with glee and giggles, waiting for the magic.

Djac let the moment linger, like an archer ready to release a bow, then blew out a flourished breath, and hundreds of little sparks lit up the air.

The sparks flew everywhere, beautiful and twinkling, dancing little fireflies on the street. The children cried out with utter joy as they began to chase the tiny lights which swirled every which way.

“Oh! There goes another one!” Djac called out, sending another wave of them off to his left, “but look! Over there!” He trilled, sending more off to the right. The children were mesmerized and ecstatic. Probably the most fun they had had in recent memory. He continued to send up fresh sparks for them to catch, blissfully letting the stress of today and the worries of tomorrow disappear for a moment.

Then, he caught a face hiding in the shadows.

Annalise watched him with a mysterious expression. What she was doing there he couldn’t imagine, but he stared back at her, realizing it was the first time in almost five days that they were near one another without any prying eyes to scrutinize them.

Djac stood up from his position, and sent up a huge wave of harmless sparks flying through the air, enough to keep the children distracted while he slipped away.

He went toward the alley where Annalise was standing, but she left her position, retreating further into the shadows.

“No! Wait, wait!” Djac half shouted half whispered after her as he watched her speed away. He chased after her anyway.

“Let me speak with you! Please!” His voice was more forceful than he’d wanted, but she kept moving, only exasperating him more. With his next footfall, he stepped into the shadows, moving with ease and floating through the buildings with all speed.

He left the shadows and stood directly in front of her path. She jumped a little in surprise at his sudden appearance, but her expression quickly morphed to annoyance.

“I don’t have time for this. I just came into the city to find some food.” She said in a low voice, though the alley was deserted.

“We need to talk.” Djac stalked closer to her, a little out of breath from chasing her.

“About what? We’ve been talking a lot the last few days. I believe the plan is solid, we–”

“We have not been talking. We’ve been speaking in close proximity, but it’s not the same.” Djac took another step.

“Very well.” She sighed, closing her eyes as if bracing herself. “Say what you have to say.”

Djac let a long painful silence draw out, trying to think of the right words.

“Let me do it again.” He whispered. His heart raced at his own words, his breath still quick.

Annalise sneered, “Do what?” she feigned ignorance.

“You know what.” His words had become imperceptibly soft, and his eyes drifted to her wrist, her exposed skin.

She huffed, but with no conviction. “I don’t have time for this.” She repeated, her words growing almost as soft as his.

Djac glanced behind Annalise, making sure no one was near. His hand reached out for her wrist, slowly, like he didn’t want to frighten her away. Just as his finger tips grazed her skin, she pulled away. He looked at her eyes, but she looked lost, scared, almost ashamed.

Then, she pushed her hand into his. It was all the permission he needed.

Their fingers interlocked, and a flame engulfed their hands.

It was like staring into the sun. Energy seized him, gripping him with a brilliant, glorious ferocity. Water flooded his mind, his muscles, his heart. Water was the essence of life. It was the lord of all creation. How had he existed apart from it? How could he continue to exist without it? Life, destiny, fire. It all meant nothing without the bountiful ocean that consumed him. What was anger? What was passion? Everything he had ever cared about was at rest. All of it was swept away with the tide and the currents. This was where he was at peace. This was how everything made sense. This was where he belonged.

Like a band snapping back, his mind came crashing back down to earth, in the little alleyway.

They had managed to fall against the wall to the left. On their knees, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, his breaths falling ragged into her hair.

They were both panting, seemingly dazed.

“What is this?” she lamented. “What is this?” She repeated, anger in her words.

He pulled away from her, those icy eyes unnerving him once more. She stared back and began shaking her head. She scrambled to her feet.

“Stay away from me, Djac. Please.” She stumbled away, still weakened from the encounter.

“Alise!” He called after her on his feet. She stopped cold and turned to look at him.

“What did you call me?” she scowled. He realized he had shortened her name in his mind for quite some time, but he had never called her that aloud. He looked at her, at a loss for words. She turned once more, and left him alone in the alley.

 

[_Annalise_]

She didn’t know what had brought her to the alley. Perhaps she thought her mind hadn’t already had enough. But there she was, hiding in the shadows like a common thief, or a damned voyeur. All because she wanted to watch him once more before the stress of their plan was in motion.

The fact that he was playing…actually playing, with children somehow made it worse. Her imagination seemed to laugh gaily, sending her mental images of him playing with another child, this one with dark hair and icy blue eyes. Her hand lifted to pinch the bridge of her nose, seeking pain to erase the idiotic thoughts. ‘Ah, what a complete and utter fool I am.’ Even her inner monologue was full of contempt for herself. Why would she even fathom such things? It wasn’t as though that had ever been an offer on the table. Of course not. There had been a plan in place for her since the day of her birth. That plan had not included her killing her father, but…well, one could only deviate so much. Besides, Djac made her reckless for some reason. Which, by all accounts, was absurd. She wasn’t reckless by nature. According to all of her tutors and ladies, she was, by all accounts, a very reasonable, level headed….

Ann never meant for him to see her. She never meant to be near him, much less speak to him. But then he was there, and he was adamantly calling her name, and… gods! Didn’t he realize how hard this was?!

But he wanted to feel it again. And her soul be damned, so did she. A moment. Just a moment of time more. Before it all ended. Before they had to say a final goodbye. Just once more.

Against her better judgment, she felt herself reach for his hand.

It hadn’t been calming for her. It had been everything she was not. But everything a hidden part of her might have longed to be. Dreams she kept carefully locked away spilled open and her black and white world exploded into dazzling color and warmth that she felt all the way through her icy layers. She had never been warm before now. The waters within her lifted and swirled and danced, opening locked doors and heating stagnate behaviors that had been carefully tucked away. Nothing mattered except this. Not her duty, not her crown, not her stuffy sense of decorum. This..this was beauty and happiness and passion. Everything she was not, but so desperately sought in her dreams. This. She could have this. Ask him. Tell him. Beg him. Some dim part of her sensibility that remained was horrified, and as a fissure of fear at what she was condoning, and what this could do ran through her, she wavered on her feet, breaking free from the trance and sliding to the ground with him.

Awareness was slow to come back to her. And once she realized it, she still rested against him as long as she dared. A lingering rebellious part of her recognized that it felt too good there, too natural, too familiar. Like a life that had been lived and was still missed. Closing her eyes she breathed in his scent, the warmth and comfort of it. It wasn’t fair. The fates weren’t being fair! He had life. And it was life that she was continuously interfering with. What right had she? The dose of reality sent a shockwave through her system and awakened her out of her haze. What was she doing?

“What is this?” she heard herself repeating. Turning to anger instead of the grief she so desperately wanted to fall into. Why now? Why this lifetime? Had she not given up enough?

She felt him pull back and stared up at him. Pushing down the words she wanted to say and scrambling to stand, forcing her legs to move. “Stay away from me, Djac. Please.” Please. While she still had resolve to leave. To do what was right.

“Alise!”
It was as if time stood still for a moment. Her steps faltered. Something clicked in her brain. Some distant memory that she was unable to recall. But it’s familiarity brought an automatic sense of warmth….which frightened her all the more. What was happening?

“What did you call me?” she breathed, both wanting to hear it again and mentally pleading with him to not speak it again. At his continued silence, she could only walk away. Willing herself to not look back.


Later, as time was drawing closer to when they were to leave, Ann finished packing her small satchel and drew her canteen over her torso. After leaving Djac, she had sought Turi once more and his words hadn’t left her feeling any easier about things.

“You have to tell me, Turi.”

Explaining, what had happened earlier, what had been happening for that matter, in as few words as she had dared, the Sentinel, her mothers dearest friend and guard, just stared at her silently, his familiar stubbornness apparent across weathered features. Instead of bringing comfort this time though, she was growing annoyed, and desperate.

“I feel as though I am breaking in two. Please….” Perhaps insanity was hereditary. Perhaps her mother went through it as well, and simply jumped off a cliff to rid herself of mental conflict. At the moment, the idea was rather appealing.

Finally, her companion heaved a sigh and knelt next to her. “You are just like your mother.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Not helping…” the words were flat.

His large shoulders lifted in a shrug, unrepentant. She thought he would end it there, but to her surprise, he began speaking again.

“Turi cannot tell all, because he is not all knowing. But, he will speak on what he knows. The queen spoke to me of her soul. That it was borrowed and not only hers to keep. A sirens soul, pieces of it, escapes its capsule at times. Going where it is called, connecting its host to beings and places that it is pulled towards.”

She didn’t know where this was going. Sure, their souls were considered different, it was how they were able to connect with others. To seek truth, to manipulate compliance and healing and weave power within runes.

“...That is why Sirens are given a soul stone at birth. To help focus their souls energy.”

Her body stiffened, her hand instinctively rising to the place on her chest where the amulet had last rested so many years before. ‘Oh gods…”

“...And why they are typically given to a Siren’s chosen life partner at the bonding ceremony. As a token of trust, and as a way for both to stay connected to each other…”

Ann thought she was going to be sick. Dropping her head to her knees, she sucked in deep breaths of air. “That is not what I was told.” she wheezed. “I was told the stone could be used to save another, but part of the user’s soul would be given up.”

Turisas turned his head to look at her. “Yes.”

Wild eyed, she snapped her head up at him. “That wasn’t an answer, Turi! Can it be reversed? What if….just what if….I had…might have given the amulet to….to someone.”

A shake of his head was given. “As Turi said, his princess is overthinking.” Seeing her narrow her eyes in consternation, he continued. “One does not just give the stone away. One is called…pulled to give it away. Else it would not have happened.”

“So you are telling me….that someone made me do it.”

“Not someone. The Princess. Her soul. It connected, and it sought to save that in which it was connected to. When the Princess’s stone was given, it was given freely, and the soul was pulled with it. Why would that need to be reversed?”

“Because….because…” oh my gods, how much more screwed up could this get. Djac was going to kill her. Wait…did he even still have the amulet? Now she was really going to throw up.

As though he could read her thoughts, Turisas reached over to place his hand on her head. “It could not have been helped. The princess’s path was written a lifetime ago. In the waters, before the waves ever heard you cry, it had connected your soul with another. Not many get that chance. Love is common. It can be built. But a soul mate…that was written within the elements.”

Oh for all of….now he was sounding like Terra. Djac was really going to explode if she told him this…this…theory? Truth? All she could do now was hope she would find another Siren alive so she could get to the bottom of this. To see if the stone really had something to do with everything that was happening between them. At least it was more plausible that what Terra was saying. Wasn’t it? Seeing a flash of something around his neck, Ann reached for it without thinking and before he could move to hide it, she wrapped her fingers around it. An amulet. A soul stone. Stumbling to stand, she stared at him open mouthed. ‘Turi?” Who…surely not…Her mother?

Rising with her, the sentinel merely shook his head. “Another time perhaps. When you return.” And with that, he walked away.

Ann tried to push back the memory as she adjusted the veil over her hair. After some deliberation, they had decided it might be safer to temporarily alter a bit of her appearance. She was dressed as a woman of the realm, and her hair had been dyed as dark a brown as the earth physicians were able to get it. Her eyes were another matter. After several attempts at covering them with much exasperation, they had to make due with a potion that would dull the blue a few shades, but only for a short while. Until there was no other choice but to take it, she would just have to keep her head down as much as possible.

Stepping out of her tent, she met with Goran and Boreas who had both been chosen for her own personal team. Goran for….reasons, and Boreas because he would be needed to send messages back to IshFahar in the event that they were unsuccessful.

For that reason, both Turisas and Ramos were staying behind. They would need to evacuate those who were willing to the boats, and get them to the earth realm as quickly as possible. Turisas’ duties would then be extended to Ann’s goddaughter.

“Dark hair…mysterious. I like it! Goran teased as he took her satchel and shouldered it. Ann noticed Boreas rolling his eyes and starting without them which suited her just fine. Their relationship was still on the rocky side since the incident a week ago, and though the air lord was minding himself, he apparently thought it prudent to keep distant while he could. Smart man.

Falling in step with him as they made their way towards the Nassar abode. She hadn’t been thrilled with the location, but then sticking by Goran and his offputting demeanor should take the attention away from her for a little while.

She didn’t immediately see Djac, or Bianca, thank the gods, but she did see Kasim, and made her way towards him. As he slowly tilted his head up in her directly, it took everything bit of training in her not to falter at his appearance. It had been awhile since their last visit, and he had obviously declined further since then. Every bone in his face seemed to jut out, and their were deep shadows that spoke of sleepless nights under his eyes.

Kneeling beside his chair, she took his hands and raised them to her bowed forehead. A respect she felt, oddly enough, she needed to give. “Lord Kassim. You are looking well…” Her lips curved in a faint smile.

A bit of humor crossed his features. “I thought your kind couldn’t lie?”

“Who said I was lying. You are looking well. For a fire element.” she teased gently.

He chuckled and then his eyes turned serious. “I am sor…”

Ann stopped him and shook her head. “We are past that now.”

Kassim nodded gently. “He trusts you. That’s good enough for us.”

Unspoken words hung between them a moment, but Ann understood all the same. ‘I promise to do everything I can to make sure he comes back.” Standing, she hesitated before bending to drop a sisterly kiss upon his head. “I wish you well. I wish you health. Stay fighting…for him.” the words were whispered before she walked away.

So many goodbyes. Weaving through the small crowd that had gathered, she saw the teams beginning to separate. Ann met up with Goran and Boreas who were speaking quietly to Turisas and Ramos. Her sentinel glanced at her, and before she thought better of it, she found herself hugging him tightly. She couldn’t say why, but there was a feeling that she wouldn’t see him again, and the thought almost had her dizzy with grief. He had been more of a father to her than anyone else.

After a moment, she felt him pull back, and drop his forehead to hers. Nose to nose. Breath to breath. “Vaer alltid trygg.” The same was offered to her Captain as well until Goran gently pulled her away to where Djac and the other fire elements were splitting to accompany various pairs through the shadow realm.

Ann swallowed down the uneasy feeling that rose up into her throat.

“Haven’t you done this before? ” Goran asked.

A shudder went through her as she fought the feeling of claustrophobia the memory brought up. “It wasn’t exactly a pleasant first time.” she muttered and then elbowed Goran as he snickered, obviously having his head in gutter.

Voices seemed to dim in her hearing, and as her inner awareness rose, her attention left Goran, lifting to meet Djac’s unreadable one. Her chin lifted. Time to get this over with. “We’re ready.”

 

[Gray Sage]

The sun moved up over IshFahar in grace, painting the horizon in pink and orange. Djac closed his eyes to breathe in the morning air. He crushed the eucalyptus in his hand and let it singe in his hand, building an intoxicating, cleansing aroma. He inhaled deeply, letting the purifying incense wash over him.

It had been a restless night. Plagued with dreams. Potent, perilous, wonderful dreams. His mind was a prison that only sought to torment him. Distract him. But he wouldn’t - couldn’t be distracted. Not today. He wanted nothing more than to see this war end. Nothing. And no one. Too many had died, too much had been lost, too much could fall to ruin if they failed.

So he restored his aura with the sacred leaves and took in the morning, trying to shake the agitation from his mind. He dressed and gathered his pack, mentally preparing for the day ahead.

“Were you going to say goodbye?” Bianca’s voice murmured from her bed. Djac only looked at her. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he would have woken her. She got up from her sheets, looking quite pretty in the morning light. She ambled around, twisting a ring on her finger as if anxious to speak.

“If I asked for your forgiveness, would you give it to me?” She took a step toward him. The question shocked him. He adjusted his pack as he watched her.

“What offense?” He shook his head. Bianca shugged one shoulder, and her chin wobbled.

“I’ve only been thinking a lot since you got back. I’m not… proud of myself, Djac. How I’ve acted all these years. You have protected me and provided for me.” A tear spilled out from her eye. “And I haven’t been… Well I know I haven’t been the wife you deserved.”

“Bianca I -”

“No please, let me finish.” She held up her hands before swiping at another tear. “I know whatever this mission is that it will be dangerous, and I have to say this before you go.” Djac watched her with unease, wondering where this was going. “When you return, when” she emphasized “maybe we can try again. Perhaps we’ll never be lovers like we once were. But we could at least be allies. If you’re successful and the war is over, you can come home and govern IshFahar. I will support you however I can. And maybe… maybe we don’t have to live in this misery?” two more tears slipped down her cheeks and she rang her hands as she waited for his reply.

He was moved. Nothing could have prepared him for such a speech, and a strange guilt gnawed at his heart. He had pushed her into a corner when he brought her to the fire realm. Nothing was as it should have been. There should have been a child that united them. There should have been mutual respect between them. He had no regard for her, and he did nothing to hide it or comfort her. Over the years, he had let her waste away, and every time he had returned to IshFahar she had made attempts to work her way back into his heart, into his bed, into his life. He began to see that she had been trying for all these years to be his wife, and Djac had given her nothing in return.

He sighed and closed the space between them, pulling her in his arms.

“You do not need to ask for my forgiveness. And I believe we can find peace together. Whatever the end of this war brings, I will take care of you.” The hug was strained, but comforting. She hiccuped and pulled back, a sad smile playing on her features.

“Go then. And come home safely.” Bianca leaned in and he almost pulled away, but he let her place a soft and tender kiss on his lips. He returned it, willing himself to try, to feel something. Anything. A tiny morsel of affection. He owed her that.

But her kiss was hollow and cold, and his heart was as silent as the grave.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m proud of you.” She touched his cheek, and turned to go to the balcony.

“Bianca.” He called after her. She turned around, her tears still lingering on her cheeks.

“I never… I never asked for your forgiveness. For the child.” Djac’s breath nearly hitched, but he cleared his throat. He shook his head and steadied his breath. “I should have -”

“We can’t know that it was because of the shadow realm, Djac. You mustn’t blame yourself.”

“It’s the only explanation, and I have carried that guilt with me for years.” He confessed, the remorse he had tamped down so well coming back to the surface again.

“You are not to blame.” Bianca shook her head softly. “Maybe traveling through the shadows contributed, but sometimes, there is no explanation for miscarrying. Sometimes, a life was never meant to begin.”

Djac considered these words, but it did nothing to ease his conscience.

“All the same. Forgive me?” Djac bowed his head, looking to the floor. Bianca let the silence draw out for a long moment, and he looked at her to see a fresh wave of tears falling down her face. She began to nod slowly, and when she spoke, her voice was shaky and heartbroken.

“I forgive you.” She walked back to him, pulling him into another embrace. She placed a few more kisses on his cheek, and said “Please come home again.”



The assembly outside the house looked sober and deadly. They all watched Djac as he made his way from the house toward the front of the group. Vania, Kasim, and Haresh were there, waiting for him. He embraced each of them, a strange fear on his mind that this would be different from all his other departures. Then he turned to the group at his back.

“Listen, all of you.” He raised his voice. “The shadow realm is a dangerous place. Traveling by day will require all the concentration my men have, but we are less likely to get lost than we would be at night. Each of you has a guide who can carry up to three men at a time. You will not distract them while you are in the shadows. Do not speak to them unless it is absolutely necessary. You may see creatures in the shadows, but do not be alarmed by them. It is very unlikely they will pursue us.

“And this is most important. Do not let go-” Djac interrupted himself as his eyes fell on Alise, only it wasn’t her. Her hair and eyes had become dark and alluring. It was undeniably her, but so different. She looked like a fire element. She looked irritatingly good. “Of your guide’s hand.” He recovered. “If your hand is cramping, or sweating, or going numb, keep holding on anyway. If you let go, you will fall behind, and a death in the shadow realm is a terrible death.”

Djac continued to explain how the travel would work, and fielded a few questions, but quickly enough, everyone had fallen into their groups with their respective guides.

Alise, Goran, and one of the air elements were with Djac. Ali, Zarich, and Hamid, and were the other guides, each with their own members of the team.

“Each of you, break at midday.” Djac commanded his men.

“Yes sir!” They responded in unison, filling Djac with pride. Djac turned to his team, looking at Alise’s hand. His fingers twitched. He knew what temptation awaited him if he touched that hand again, and he wouldn’t subject himself to that distraction. Instead he held out his hand for Goran. As bad as it was to touch Goran, it was nothing compared to the torment of touching her. He grabbed the air element’s hand before Alise could notice, and watched as Alise’s finger’s interlocked with Goran’s.

Djac grit his teeth, but shook his head to clear it. Carrying this many people would not be as easy. “Everyone ready?”

He heard three yeses from his companions, and listened to his other men count down for their groups.

“On my count. Three, two, one.”



Moving through the shadows was like wading in deep water. It was a dark and cold realm with a night sky that stretched all around them, from above their heads to fathoms below their feet. Sparse stars lay in every direction, only they weren’t stars, they were portal points. As they walked, they passed by buildings, items, landmarks, trees, patches of land, parts of structures that stood solitary and incomplete.

As Djac navigated each step, he carefully tread in the direction of Shiloh. Only instinct was his guide, but he was never wrong. All fire elements had this sense of direction in the shadows. They were born with it. They knew where to go, how to step, what to avoid. Still, these decisions weighed on the mind. It took a great amount of willpower and concentration to keep his thoughts in the right spot. Many men who had spent too long exposed to the shadows would let their thoughts wander in the darkness. When they did, the portal points would disappear all together, and black nothingness was all that was left. If you were lucky enough to stumble across another portal, there was no telling where it would leave you, or how long the darkness had kept you. Sometimes, it never let you go, and the creatures that haunted the shadows were left to consume you.

They passed under a grove, the trees looking gaunt and wild. In the distance a deep rumble resounded, followed by a high pitched howl. Djac’s eyes followed the sound to see one of the countless creatures that inhabited the darkness. It looked like a great sea beast, far, far off in the distance. It moved slowly, like its gargantuan size made it lag. It emerged from the darkness, only to burrow into it again. A chill ran down his neck at the sight of such terrible magnificence. He looked back down at his path, willing himself in the right direction.

On and on they went, the shadows growing sticky and cumbersome, like the invisible water was now up to their shoulders weighing them down. One area might be simple to wade through, and the next would be starkly taxing. The lights in the distance would shift and morph, different exit portals coming and going as they moved through the space in between. The air felt so muffled, yet echoes of blasts, roars, rumbles, screeches, and crashes permeated the silence. His hands, which still clung to his companions, were crying out for relief. Walking through the shadows was one thing, but carrying three extra people was taking its toll.

When Djac had determined they had walked long enough, he approached a patch of land, which looked like a shadow under a tree, only the shadow was inverted to brightness, and willingly stepped into the light.

The four of them emerged at an oasis, and the three people behind him collapsed onto the dirt, their legs no doubt feeling like butter.

Djac watched the three of them, panting like they’d just run all that way.

“It will pass. Just take steadying breaths.” Djac nodded to them, and took in their surroundings. They were in the middle of the wilderness, clearly very far from IshFahar. The sun was directly overhead, indicating they had been traveling for four, maybe five hours. He had been right, and their exit portal had taken them directly beneath a sycamore tree, protecting them from the garish sun. A stream gurgled nearby, and Djac smiled at the fresh water available to them. He couldn’t have chosen a better spot to rest.

“I think going back in there might kill me.” The air element heaved, though his words weren’t serious. Djac approached the stream and cupped a handful of water over his face. Delightful cool streams slid down his neck, refreshing him after so much time in the darkness. He had not realized how sweaty he’d become, and the urge to take off his tunic was almost overwhelming.

He pulled off the cloth and ran handfuls of water down his arms, over his chest, and around his neck. Cooled and revived, hunger gnawed at him, but as he turned around to grab his pack, Alise stood behind him, watching him.

“Are you alright?” He asked her, but her eyes were on his chest, staring. She didn’t respond, her gaze alarmed and focused. He followed her line of sight to his bare torso, finally understanding what she was looking at.

Her amulet hung at his sternum, glistening its royal blue, twisted in its elegant design. He looked back up at her, her eyes still wide and speechless.

“What? Did you think I’d get rid of it?” He grinned a devilish smile and huffed out a laugh, passing her with a good natured push to her shoulder.

He sat beneath the shade of the sycamore, biting into the pita and looked over the two others who were beginning their lunch. But Alise, Djac noticed, was still by the water, still as stone and looking straight ahead of her.

Perhaps she wanted the amulet back and didn’t know how to ask him. The thought sent a tidal wave of possession through him. The covetous feeling that suddenly gripped his mind was shocking. He didn’t want to give it away. It was his! She had gifted it to him!

Reason began to quell his rebellious greed. No. It was hers, and if she wanted it back… he would be able to give it to her. Right?

He took another bite of his food and looked back to Alise. She had emerged from her trance and had knelt down by the water. To his chagrin, that feeling of possession and avarice didn’t completely go away.

 

[_Annalise_]

Her hands dipped into the water in front of her, the cooling of her skin sending immediate relief through her psyche. She had seemed to fare a little better than her non fire elemental companions, but her stomach still felt a bit like it was on a ship during stormy weather. Of course, some of that had come after seeing the soul stone hanging around Djac’s neck, flashing around for all to see. Bringing back unwanted memories of prior conversations.

Patting her face with the liquid, Ann hoped it would assist in alleviating her rush of emotions. It was hard to tell whether it was panic at the thought that what Turi had said was true, or horrifyingly enough, a sense of gleeful pleasure that he still wore it. Her fingers splayed over her eyes, her chest heaving with a sigh, disappointed with herself. With her traitorous soul.

Goran chose that moment to drop beside her, dunking his head into the water and then slurping at it like a man dying of thirst.

“Um….are you alright?” A finger tentatively touched his shoulder. Good lord he was lapping at it like a dog. “Stop gulping it like that, you’ll be ill!”

Falling back onto the ground with an annoyingly loud groan, he threw an arm over his face. “It feels like I had a night of drinking, but without any of the memories of pleasure…”

His voice was uncharacteristically whiny, and Ann fought the urge to roll her eyes. “It was not that bad, Goran.”

The arm moved just enough so that he was able to mulishly peek up at her. “Why don’t you look any worse for wear like the both of us?” Another hand lazily motioned to their other companion who, bless him, was still doubled over. She thought to rise and check on him, but Djac beat her to it, and she watched as he knelt to pass him a leather full of water.

Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, answering Goran. “You forget, I’ve done this once before…” A long time ago though. And she didn’t mention that her soul may very well be tied to this place…or…to someone for that matter. Which may have helped. So much for not thinking about it. Sighing, she wondered if maybe she needed to have a lie down as well.

She ended up choosing the tree, feeling grounded with the bark against her back, and rummaged absently through her pack for some sustenance. Like the rest of them, she was mainly silent as they rested except for the occasional nod or comment about what the rest of the journey might look like.

All too soon though, it was Djac rousing them to continue. They were solemn, all of them as they packed back up, even Goran. That was a surprise. Perhaps it was finally settling in how very precarious even traveling was. So different from their own lands, from their own elements. But still, she was grateful it was Djac that led him. Had it been another, she may not have reached out to take Goran’s hand in a show of confidence, steeling herself as they stepped back into the shadows.

After the third, or 4th, time entering and exiting the shadow realm though she began to lose track of existence, much less anything else. Her concentration remained solely on clutching the hand she held, squeezing it every few moments to make sure they stayed aware.

After their last entrance into the foreign realm she began to realize that perhaps they should have called it a day during the prior break. Ann could tell Djac was tiring by the way the darkness felt like it was closing in on them. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, the feeling of an electrical current pulling at the flesh and she struggled with a sense of claustrophobia.

Minutes passed…or it could have been hours…or even days by the way her body was beginning to feel, and all she could do was concentrate on her hold and moving one foot in front of the other. She had tried counting steps for a while, but had lost the number she was on after reaching some odd thousand. Desperate to ask how much longer, she could only grit her teeth against the urge. Trust, she would have to trust.

Suddenly the line of them jerked as the air elemental stumbled. Alarm radiated through her, his movement downward caught in her peripheral vision and she swore she could almost feel Djac’s attention begin to waver. That was definitely the last thing that they needed here.

“Ann?!” Goran’s call was lined with panic, feeling her lunge forward.

She could see what he could not though, an undercurrent that was yanking the other man to his knees, catastrophe waiting to happen if it made their grip on each other loosen. Driving herself forward she waited until the last moment that she could before letting go of Goran.

It felt as though she was falling off a cliff. It could very well have made her hesitate, missing her mark had she not prepared for something of the sort to happen. So quick in reality, yet so long did it take in her mind, that Ann began to think that she had made a mistake and this was as far into the journey as she would go. Regret was a bitter bile rising in her throat.

And then the warmth of flesh. Thank the gods. She felt her fingers slide into Djac’s just as the air elemental let go, and her other hand snaked out to catch a hold of the other’s wrist. Nails grappled and dug in forcing her to be yanked downwards as she followed him to maintain contact.

“No! I’ve got him!” Her words were hurried, almost shrill, as she felt Djac begin to turn. And it was as though the world around them began to crumble.

“Focus…just focus…I’ll get him.” She reassured him.

Whispers and yells weaved their way around them, screams of figures not seen searing within their minds. Djac’s hand on her tightened to the point of pain, shaking slightly with effort, but she ignored it, willing him to stand fast as she adjusted her body and grip to try and pull their companion up, beyond the current that had attempted to fell him.

The stagnant air around them was heavy, and so very hard to breathe, and Ann was suddenly struck with confidence that the realm relished their presence and sought to keep it, feeling it pull and suck at them, wanting them to separate, to get lost in the darkness that covered them like thick blankets.

“Get up!” she heard her words ordered. Her legs screamed at her, trembling with the added weight on an already tired physical form until finally, thank the gods finally, they were standing again. Sweating and panting, but alive at least.

Forms she had only seen in the distance pressed close. Did they too want them to fail or were they simply curious. She hoped it was the latter. “Go…go…” A gentle squeeze, and Djac began pulling them forward again, though she felt the exertion it took. Soon. They needed to get out of here soon. There was a moment, just one, where Ann thought about reaching out to their connection to see if it would help, but worried that neither of them knew enough about it yet to know if it would work here.

Gods but it was tempting. As it was, they had almost slowed to a crawl. Every few moments she caught Djac pausing, perhaps to ‘feel’ where he was, or however he was able to tell their location. And finally, at the exact moment where she was about to tell him to find a place or they were all going to drop dead, there was a fervent pull forward and they once more stepped into the light.

All of them were helpless to do anything but crumple. Even Djac sat and pulled his knees up, resting his head upon his forearms and drawing in deep mouthfuls of air.

“Are we dead?” Goran wheezed behind her.

“If we are, we are in hell.” the other replied.

Ann rolled to her back in relief as she heard the voice. Still alive. And still annoying. Her eyes stared upwards at a dimming sky. They had gotten out of there none too soon, it seemed. It began to dawn on her then, how utterly dangerous this was. Of course she knew there was death in war. She had cut her teeth on talk of such. But this…this was different. It wasn’t just death. If you lost, it meant also the loss of your element, your essence, your soul. This wasn’t going to be at all easy. And there was oh so much riding on their ability to succeed.

With her shoulders protesting, she slowly sat up, rubbing at her neck. In the distance, she could hear faint voices over the rise. A village perhaps? How far did they come?

“Shiloh” She heard Djac say, as though reading her mind, and glanced over to see a faint smile on his face. “We made it to Shiloh.”

He seemed happy with it, and she could only deduce that they had made it even further than he had initially planned. She was going to have to have a little talk with him about keeping that fact to himself. Were they pushed too far? Was this the only choice? Were the rest of them really not up to traveling within the shadows? That was going to present a very real problem moving forward and it had her worrying about the fate of the rest of the teams.

“Djac…”

“We will discuss it after we rest and eat.”

There he went again, seeming to read her mind. Her eyes narrowed pointedly, but she remained silent. Unwilling to argue. Besides, his attention seemed elsewhere at the moment, rising to help them up.

As Goran took over helping the weakened member of the team, she and Djac shouldered their packs and started forward. Shiloh. Why did that name sound familiar? Ah…

“Jethro…doesn’t he govern Shiloh?”

Djac looked back at her, a brow lifting with surprise. “You remember?”

She couldn’t help but to take slight offense. “Of course I do.”

“It ‘was’ a while ago.”

“Not that many years have passed, Djac.” She couldn’t help her dry tone and thought she saw his lips twitch with humor.

“Is he still…”

There was a breath of hesitation on his part as they both took in her meaning. Sad that it had come to that. “Alive?...Yes, he is, so far that I know. And knowing him, we will be welcomed with plenty of food and drink for the night.”

“You have a lot of faith in the forgiving nature of your people, Djac. People that my own have massacred.”

“You didn’t. Your companions didn’t.”

“But they do not know that.”

He stopped and turned to look at her. “Then you’ll have to show them.”

“Are you always so unwaveringly optimistic?” Her lip curled.

Another smirk. He was lucky she was too tired to smack that off his face.

“Does that annoy you?”

“At the moment…yes.” She muttered without hesitation.

The other two took that moment to trudge past them.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just toting around Lord graceful here, no need to help or anything…” Goran sang out.

“Have some compassion, man! I wasn’t prepared!”

Ann had half a mind to trip them. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she glanced sideways at Djac as they began walking again. “Do I have time to change teams?”

He laughed.

And as they entered the village, she hung back with the others as Djac moved ahead to meet with a small group of men that had come forward.

It struck her, perhaps for the first time really, how he interacted with people. There was no regal formalities, or forced admiration. On either part. Djac met them openly, and with an easy mannerism that couldn’t be taught, but was just part of a person’s natural born charisma. And it wasn’t just an act on his part either. Ann could tell when the men recognized who they were approaching, the wary demeanors completely vanished, replaced by welcome looks and words of camaraderie that could only speak of years of respect and friendship.

He was like that with everyone, she realized. He spoke to those that sought him like they were the only ones in the world that mattered. Adults and children alike. Whether they were of low class, or high, she had never noticed anything different from him. And they adored him. All of them.

She watched as Djac turned, motioning towards them and their small group began to walk forward. He was too good for all of them. Too good for her.

Perhaps she needed a drink more than Goran this night.