Zelle Carnelian entered the Sentinels’ cave and walked over to the large, polished rock that lay in the centre. Stalagmites protruded from the ground, and stalactites jutted from the ceiling like fangs, while the rock itself exuded an aura of coldness that penetrated her skin beneath her thick fur-lined coat.
The staff in her hand spoke, its voice echoing in her mind. You’re stalling again.
Zelle frowned at the staff’s knotted dark wood. “That’s because I’m trying to decide what to ask. I’d like a straight answer this time.”
Though that might be hoping for too much. The Sentinels’ cave’s function was ostensibly to offer guidance, but the large rock before her contained a piece of the consciousness of the same deity that dwelled inside the staff in her hand, and from the nameless Shaper, straight answers were hard to come by.
Zelle’s ancestors had been the first people to settle in Zeuten’s mountains, yet even they hadn’t known that one of the original three Great Powers had been imprisoned here. Imprisoned, the Shaper had claimed, by none other than Her fellow deities themselves. Due to the Shaper’s reticence to share any more information on the subject, the details remained unknown to Zelle, but she was due to leave with Rien for the capital of Saudenne later today. She’d hoped the Shaper might offer her a little advice before she ventured away from the mountains for the first time in weeks.
“Am I making the right decision in leaving Tavine?” She extended a hand to touch the smooth surface of the rock.
At once, the cave faded from her vision, to be replaced by a large chamber with indistinct features. She had the vague impression of swooping arches overhead and flagstones beneath her feet, all wreathed in white mist. The outline of a human figure appeared etched against the mist, and as she walked closer, the person became more distinct until she recognised her own face looking back at her from a reflective surface.
Zelle studied her face as though it might turn into someone else’s if she looked hard enough. The red tints to Zelle’s brown hair were the only splashes of colour against her surroundings, while her pale face was set into a stern expression. In her hand, the wooden form of the staff glowed faintly with bluish light.
“This is new.”
Her reflection’s mouth moved as she spoke, her words echoing in the empty chamber. Whether her surroundings were conjured up from the depths of her own mind or some creation of the Shaper’s, she had absolutely no idea, but the Sentinels’ cave had never shown her this before.
Zelle lowered her gaze to the staff. “Are you going to answer my question?”
If you expect me to make your decision for you, you’re going to be waiting a long time.
She couldn’t tell if the voice came from the misty chamber or from the staff, but it sounded the same regardless. “No need for the attitude. You asked me to help deal with your wayward fellow deities, but it’s been weeks since I bound Orzen. I need to get home to my aunt’s shop. Someone in my family has to earn a living, after all.”
Then do as you like. You’ve already made your mind up, haven’t you?
Zelle supposed she had, but a knot of worry remained in her chest at the prospect of leaving her family behind.
“Even if I didn’t have to get back to the shop, Rien and I need to find out what’s happening in Aestin,” she said. “I always intended to help him with that, but I’d rather know if I’m making a mistake in going home before I’m out of reach of the cave.”
It depends if you’re planning on accompanying him back to Aestin, I imagine.
“What?” She blinked. “No, I’m not going to Aestin. I’d have to be out of my mind to set foot near the place. So would Rien, come to that.”
The two had discussed the matter and decided remaining in Saudenne would be a wiser choice. While word from the capital was that the seas had calmed in recent days, no longer torn apart by storms that prevented anyone from leaving Zeuten’s shores, that didn’t make a trip to Aestin any less treacherous.
The storms, after all, had been sent by Naxel Daimos, a rival of Rien’s family, who’d stolen his Relic and almost killed him before he’d fled over the ocean to Zeuten. Not one to let his target escape, Daimos had gone as far as to gift the deity known as Orzen with a humanlike form and sent him to slaughter Rien in person. While Zelle had bound Orzen to a new Relic and sealed it away in the mountains, Daimos himself was no doubt waiting for his target to return to Aestin so he could finish the job.
Isn’t that what he desires the most? the staff asked. To get back to his family’s house and reclaim his original Relic?
“I doubt it’ll be that easy,” said Zelle. “Daimos holds Astiva’s Relic now. He won’t give it up without a fight, especially as he no longer has Orzen doing his bidding. Besides, we don’t know how he was able to convince Orzen to obey him in the first place. Rien says Daimos’s family was outcast with no Relics at their disposal. How’d he walk out of exile with a Relic powerful enough to oust the entire Astera family?”
A question you should certainly try to learn the answer to, but not here. I might have reams of knowledge far beyond your own limitations, but I am confined to these mountains. I cannot see what is happening in Aestin—or in the realm of the Powers.
Her brow furrowed. “You knew Orzen, though.”
I know of him. As I know of many other descendants of Gaiva. There are rather a lot of them.
The Shaper’s evasive tone made Zelle’s hackles rise. Yes, Gaiva, the creator goddess and sibling of the nameless Shaper, was the only one of the three Great Powers who’d had children, grandchildren, and countless generations afterwards. Zelle didn’t need the Shaper to tell her that, but there’d been other information which might have been handy for past Sentinels to know. For instance, the existence of hidden Relics that her ancestors had brought here when they’d first settled in the mountains.
Still, that wasn’t relevant to the question she’d asked, so Zelle pushed her irritation aside and drew in a breath. “You asked me to close the doors between the two realms. Does that request contradict my plans to go to Saudenne and learn the latest news from Aestin? Simply a yes or no would do.”
You can start by demonstrating some patience. You forget I’ve been buried in these mountains for longer than humans have existed on this continent.
“I’m aware of that,” Zelle told the voice. “However, we humans have a shorter lifespan than you do. I know you can’t see what’s happening outside of the mountains, but you must know if leaving Tavine is a wise course of action. We’ve been at a standstill for days, and we need a clear goal.”
There’s only one certain way to prevent another door between the realms from opening, and it isn’t something you’re ready for yet. Until then, yes, gathering information will suffice.
“What…” She trailed off. “You mean find Daimos.”
And kill him.
Unease slid down her spine. She’d never met Daimos, but he’d killed Rien’s family and left him for dead after claiming his Relic. Zelle herself had, until a few weeks ago, never wielded any magic in her twenty-two years of life, with her sister Aurel inheriting the family’s gift instead. The staff had landed in her hands by mere chance, and regardless of its considerable powers, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered that she was the wrong choice for the job.
On the other hand, Rien had had access to magic his entire life and had still been stripped of his connection to Astiva at Daimos’s hands. When she’d first met him, he’d been as powerless as she, and it wasn’t until he’d claimed a new Relic within these very mountains that he’d begun to gain back what he’d lost. He had a lot of preparation to do before he was ready to confront Daimos, though he reacted with tight-lipped annoyance to any insinuation that he was in any way struggling to adjust to his new Relic.
Aloud, she said, “So you’re saying I should keep an eye on Daimos’s movements, but I can’t hunt him down myself.”
You’re welcome to try, but I gather you would prefer to stay in one piece.
“Hilarious,” she said. “Does he even know I exist?”
He knows Arien Astera has allies. Perhaps he suspects the Sentinels’ involvement in Orzen’s defeat too.
“But not mine.” Zelle didn’t register to Daimos as a threat, which was frankly a relief. She had enough responsibilities to handle without incurring the wrath of a vengeful Invoker.
Not yet, warned the voice. Be ready for when he does learn of the power you wield.
“You mean the power you wield.” Zelle was simply the instrument, the conduit. She was under no illusions that her bond with the Shaper was anything like Rien’s connection with his own deity, based on a mutual understanding and shared goals.
The staff hadn’t even been Zelle’s to begin with, and the notion of having to choose between leaving it behind in Tavine or else leaving Grandma Carnelian without the means of defending herself against another attack was one of the reasons she was apprehensive at best about leaving for Saudenne. With or without the staff.
The voice didn’t answer. Instead, the vision released its grip on her, to be replaced by the cool interior of the cave and the gleaming black rock beneath her palm. Zelle transferred the staff to her other hand, stretching out her cramped fingers, and turned away from the rock, facing the daylight.
When she left the cave, she found Rien standing with his back to her, a staff of crimson wood in his left hand. Thorn-covered vines rippled up its length and over the back of his hands, and the veins appeared to glow beneath his skin, resembling the vines which wrapped around the staff in his hand.
When she drew nearer to him, the thorny vines lashed towards her, striking the path at her feet. Zelle took a step back, alarmed. “Powers above, can’t you at least try to check there’s nobody behind you before you start throwing thorns everywhere?”
“It was an accident.” Rien lowered the staff. “What did the Sentinels’ cave tell you?”
“It rightly berated me for indecisiveness and then told me I’m not ready to face… him.” She didn’t mention Daimos’s name, never quite sure what reaction it would draw from Rien.
He might not yet be prepared to see Daimos again himself, but he’d changed significantly from the ragged man she’d met in a storm near the Sanctum a few weeks prior. He wore his long, dark hair loose, flowing past his shoulders in the style she’d been told was popular among Aestinian nobility. His grey eyes had lost their vacant expression, while his white shirt collar stood out crisply against his brown skin. It didn’t hurt that his fine coat and boots were the best that money could buy in a remote region like this, either. Zelle knew he didn’t like that Aurel had bought them for him, but he’d hadn’t had a single coin on him when she’d met him in the mountains, so he’d had no choice but to rely on her family’s charity.
“You knew it wasn’t likely that the cave would be able to give you any useful advice,” Rien remarked as they began to walk downhill towards the village of Tavine.
“I hoped it might give me some direction, at the very least,” she said. “Leaving Tavine might cause more problems than it solves, and it doesn’t feel right to turn my back on the Sentinels.”
“If you’re concerned for your family, then you have a good reason to stay here, don’t you?”
They’d already had that argument at least twice, and it always ended the same way. Grandma and Aurel didn’t need Zelle to stay, and frankly, she wasn’t sure how much longer the money they’d stockpiled would last. Their family’s once substantial fortune now consisted of a large number of worthless objects scavenged from the mountains, which Zelle sold in her late aunt’s shop. Before the staff had landed in her possession, that had been her life.
“I’m also concerned that we’ll run out of money,” she said. “Aurel charges a pittance for Readings and believes every sob story her clients tell her, but the lifestyle she keeps isn’t cheap.”
Her sister’s penchant for buying expensive gifts and wearing lavish jewellery as well as spending her free hours at the tavern was even more of an annoyance when she had to live in the same house as her. Zelle was looking forwards to an end to that, if nothing else.
“Doesn’t the Crown Prince owe you a payment for defending Zeuten from Orzen?” asked Rien. “If the Invokers of Aestin performed such an act of service to the nation, they would be handsomely rewarded.”
Zelle gave a faint snort of laughter. “No. It’s not as if there’s a precedent for these incidents, and I’m pretty sure the last useful thing a Sentinel did for the Crown was when my great-great-great grandfather helped create the Royal Road from the mountains to Saudenne. I think the King at the time gave him a medal, but no cash payment.”
“That seems rather unfair.”
“We aren’t a rich nation.” The vast majority of Zeutenians were farmers or craftspeople. Her family was one of the few who’d even met the Crown Prince, and that didn’t mean he had any intention of rewarding them for their trouble. Neither did his father, though the ancient monarch had been on his deathbed for close to three years now, and his son had all but taken over from him as the public face of the royal family.
Zelle and Rien reached the foot of the mountain path and began to walk along the dirt track that wound through the thick pine forest surrounding the village. She’d been meaning to bring up the question of what he intended to do for work while they were in Saudenne, but he was never happy whenever anyone reminded him that he was in a foreign country, cut off from his former resources. He disliked being dependent upon Grandma and Aurel’s hospitality, and she was certain he’d react the same to any setbacks he encountered in Saudenne.
When they neared the Reader’s house, she knew this would be her last chance to talk to him alone before they left, so she gave him a sideways look. “Do you want me to find you lodgings when we arrive in Saudenne? I can’t promise staying above the shop will be comfortable.”
He didn’t meet her eyes. “I’ve endured worse.”
Of that she had little doubt. “Ah, you don’t have to assist me in the shop itself if you don’t want to. It’s a decent source of gossip, but most of the idle chatter I hear might not be relevant to your goals. If it was, I might have heard of the happenings in Aestin sooner.”
His grip tightened on his staff. “You wouldn’t have, but I have little doubt news will have spread by now. People talk.”
If he was right, there was a chance he might be recognised in Saudenne himself. Another reason staying here would be better for his need to keep a low profile, but she knew his home nation weighed heavily on his mind, even more so than his financial state.
She fell silent as they reached the Reader’s house. Separated from the rest of the village by a wide fence surrounded by trees, the wood-frame house sat between two large oaks and behind a gate, which Rien opened. Zelle walked in behind him and unlocked the front door.
Inside, Aurel and Grandma sat in armchairs in the living room, surrounded by cabinets containing the array of curiosities that generations of her family had acquired over the centuries. These ranged from crockery to tools, and even the occasional piece of fossilised animal dung. Her family members had a long history of hoarding fragments of the original settlements their ancestors had established, but most of it was hardly worth keeping, let alone selling.
Aurel lifted her auburn head. “There you are. I was beginning to think I’d need to tell the carriage driver he needn’t have bothered leaving the Royal Road.”
“The carriage isn’t already here, is it?” asked Zelle.
“Yes,” Grandma said to her. “Which you’d know if you hadn’t gone wandering off.”
You’re one to talk. Grandma didn’t usually live at this address any more than Zelle did, but while she’d claimed she’d stayed to make sure no more deities came to meddle with the Reader, she spent most of her time meandering on long walks in the forest instead. Zelle had to admit she wouldn’t miss having to drag the old Sentinel back to the Reader’s house at least once a day, but that didn’t make her feel any less like she was being kicked out.
“I’ll get my things, then.” She made for the stairs to the guest room to collect her pack, in which she’d put her new clothes and a few pieces of ancient pottery and tools to sell in the shop. After lifting the pack, she headed downstairs to join the others.
“Thank you,” Rien was saying to Aurel, “for allowing me to stay in your house for these past weeks.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” Aurel lounged in an armchair, sipping from a glass of wine, while a faint thump drew Zelle’s eyes to the tall, lanky figure in the corner. Zelle frequently forgot that a former Changer lived here, too, since Evita was generally unobtrusive regardless of whether she was wearing the silvery cloak with the power to render her invisible. Except when she occasionally knocked things over in the cabinets while dusting, that is. Why Aurel had hired her, Zelle had no idea, unless she’d genuinely wanted a new servant to replace the ones who’d quit after being subjected to the impossibility of cleaning up after the Reader. That, or she’d felt sorry for the girl, who’d been as penniless as Rien when they’d met.
“Aurel,” Zelle addressed her sister, doing her best to ignore the flirtatious note that had entered her tone when she’d spoken to Rien. “You’ll make sure Grandma doesn’t take any more unnecessary excursions into the mountains, won’t you?”
Aurel rolled her eyes. “You think I can stop her from doing whatever she likes?”
“I’d find it easier to relax back in Saudenne if I didn’t think there might be a repeat of the incident when Grandma walked into the realm of the Powers.”
Aurel openly laughed. “If you think I can stop the Powers from hauling her away if they want to, then you’re mistaken. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Zelle. That was a joke. Lighten up.”
Zelle raised a brow at her sister’s derisive tone. “You’re drunk.”
Intoxicated or not, her sister hadn’t used that arrogant tone with her since they’d been teenagers. While she’d matured over the past few years, Aurel had been reverting to her old habits lately, like drinking expensive wine during the day instead of coming up with reasonable ways for her family to earn a living. Irritated, Zelle sought out her grandmother, who’d ducked into the Reading Room.
“Grandma, are you sure I can take the staff with me? If you need it—”
“Oh, go ahead.” Grandma gave her an impatient wave. “Frankly, it’ll be a nice break from having that voice muttering in my ear all the time.”
“If you’re certain.” When her grandmother didn’t offer her another word of encouragement, she added, “I’ll see you soon.”
Rien cleared his throat. “Thank you for your hospitality, Sentinel Verica Carnelian. It will be repaid once I have claimed my family’s estate.”
Assuming you don’t end up buried there. Zelle suppressed the comment and headed through the living room, waving at the others as she did so. “See you soon, Aurel. Bye, Evita.”
The former assassin startled to hear her own name, and she gave Zelle a jerky wave before turning back to dusting the cabinet. Meanwhile, Zelle led Rien outside, feeling rather put out.
Rien turned to her when she closed the door behind them. “Is something going on with your sister?”
“She’s jealous,” she told him in an undertone. “She’s been the Sentinel’s successor since we were children, and now she thinks I’ve taken some of that away from her.”
“You haven’t taken anything away from her, though,” said Rien. “The staff…”
“The staff is Grandma’s, I know.” She walked with him to the gate and into the village, where dirt roads ran between the simple wood-frame houses. She’d packed enough supplies for a couple of days, though the journey wouldn’t take longer than half a day unless they ran into trouble on the road. “Aurel was mostly raised by our grandmother, and you’ve seen what she’s like.”
Upon leaving the village, they followed another dirt track through the woods towards the carriage’s location. It was a miracle her grandmother had been able to arrange transport for them at all, since Tavine was a small village whose only feature of note was the Reader’s house. If not for a former King’s liking for skiing in the mountains, there would be no major roads in the region at all. Fallen branches littered the path, while rustling sounded in the trees. Zelle glanced around, lifting the staff, until she recognised the large reptilian creature crouched in the bushes, watching them.
“That’s Evita’s dragonet,” she said. “I think he came to say goodbye to us.”
Rien gave a nod to the dragonet, while Zelle lifted her hand in farewell as they made their way towards the carriage waiting to take them to Saudenne.