Awaken - 24. Parting

Without warning, I was awoken the next morning by pounding on the door. Talon was already up, pulling a long-sleeved tunic over his head. I saw a flash and a black butterfly knife flipped open in his hand. He opened the door and I hurried to get up as he left the room. I was dragging one of his shirts over my pants from the day before as we met Eon in the main room. Eon looked suspiciously at the door and inclined his head when his and Talon’s gazes met. I watched them both and raised my eyebrows. Why were they both on high alert? Talon’s shoulder pressed against the front door, turning his ear to it as he listened.

“It’s Nainde. Open the door freak.” Talon stepped back, rolling his eyes. He jerked the knife forward and it clacked together, the blade covered as he jammed it into his pocket.

“Are you sure you won’t need that?” Eon murmured and Talon grimaced. He yanked open the door. It was too early to see Lex’s smirking face.

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It had taken exactly zero time for Talon and Lex to get into a tense standoff. They exchanged glares and choice words as Eon and I tried to keep the peace. Or at least that’s what I was doing. Eon looked as though he was trying to find anything to busy himself so he wouldn’t have to acknowledge his old friend. He’d brought his guards with him and two other men who lacked the ornate military armor. These men wore simple, worn clothes. They were servants, but they couldn’t possibly be the king’s. He dressed even his servants better than the men in front of me. Everything reflected on the king after all.

The men were gathering the few things we’d managed to bring with us. Lex’s eyes tore from Talon’s and he seemed to notice the shirt hanging off my torso. I could see the gears in his mind turning as he noted the size, color, and how disheveled my hair was. He looked away quickly and his frown deepened as one of the servants stumbled. He couldn’t right himself and I stepped forward. Talon was closer and his reflexes faster. He caught the man before he hit the ground. His arms had been full of one of my bags and I winced as I realized he wouldn’t have been able to break his fall. Talon easily hoisted him back onto his feet. I surged forward, “Are you okay?”

The man looked at me with wide eyes. He cringed away from Talon’s touch and darted to the carriage the king had sent for us. He ignored us when he walked past again, his eyes dipping to Mallex’s now bored face. Ah, so that was who he worked for.

“So few personal things Kalian, Eon. You truly have fallen, huh?” Lex let out a quick, rough laugh. Sage green eyes drilled into Talon, who kept his face neutral through a herculean effort. His jaw tightened and he crossed his arms over his chest to keep from balling them into fists.

“Nothing to say? The little band of misfits rendered speechless?” Lex cooed. His tone of voice made me want to stab him in the foot again, repeatedly.

“Keep talking and I will forcibly render you speechless, Captain.” Talon was smiling, but the amusement had fled from his slate gaze.

“Oh yes, Kalian and I talked about how you like to silence people just yesterday. Nasty stuff. Feeling a little on edge Shadow Walker?” Lex took in the leather pants Talon had dragged on earlier, “I heard you’re leaving us. Whatever shall we do without you?” Talon flicked imaginary dust off his pant leg.

“I’ll be back before you have a chance to miss me Lexy.” Talon’s voice was a low purr, dripping with contempt.

“Fear not, I’ll make sure to keep a close eye on our little Kalian. Both eyes and maybe even my hands.” Lex leered.

“I trust Kalian will address that himself. How’s your neck? Your foot?” Talon leaned against the alley wall, smirk firmly in place, “know that when he’s done with you, though, I will thoroughly wipe whatever remains of you off the face of the earth.” The men around Lex shifted nervously, hands going to their weapons. As if they stood a chance.

“Are you two done with your pissing contest?” Eon quipped, annoyance spread across his face, “The carriage is loaded. We can leave.” Talon hissed softly as a servant walked by with the sword he’d had strapped to his back yesterday. He took it from the man’s hands and threw the straps over his shoulder.

Lex had been glowering at Talon, but upon hearing Eon’s voice, his eyes softened, “Eon, you know it’s not too late. You’ve thrown your lot in with the wrong team, but you can still choose the winning one.” I hadn’t heard Lex’s voice that soft since before all of this had started. It was a plea to his former best friend. I hesitated and then looked to Eon. His face was impassive, his fingers raising to press against the wound on his head. He looked up, sun shining over his face as he closed his eyes. His face relaxed and he nodded once as he lowered his head. Lex offered up a genuine smile as he spoke again, “Come on old friend. You know we were never meant to be on opposite sides.”

Eon paused for a moment and then looked down at me as he answered, “No. Absolutely not.”

Mallex’s face twisted into a scowl as Eon continued, “You’ve repeatedly abused my brother. Phyiscally, mentally, and emotionally. I was too stupid-too prideful-to accept it at first. My eyes are open now. You power hungry, vile, little snake. I look forward to the day that one of us ends you. I hope it’s Kal.” I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. A glance confirmed that even Talon’s eyes were wide.

“Their shit is loaded. We’re done here. The carriage driver knows where they’re going.” Lex threw over his shoulder as he stomped away.

“But Captain, Lord Anders said-“one of his guards stammered.

Mallex turned on a dime and yanked the man to him by his chest plate as he snarled, “I said we were going. Are you in charge now Feyler?” The man’s mouth closed so fast I heard his teeth clunk together. Lex glared at him for a moment and then turned and strode away from us. His lackeys cast us hesitant glances and then hustled after him.

“Well, I doubt anything will top that today. Stunning job Eon.” Talon pushed off the wall and made for the carriage. He didn’t notice the heavy breath Eon let out or the way his hands shook.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly.

“Getting there.” He assured as he turned toward the carriage himself. I followed soon after, letting loose my own breath.

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The house was gorgeous. The carriage pulled around a circular drive. The city’s layout didn’t allow for expansive lawns, but the small amount of grass was well kept and lush. There were two stories, and the exterior was a cream stucco. Windows lined the front of the property, the back of which was set into the very hill the entire kingdom was built on. Flower boxes, blue in color, lined the first floor windows, blooms in every color imaginable spilling from them. The front door rose to the full two stories and was made of frosted glass. There were waves etched into the milky surface at the base of the door. Eon was already walking up the three steps, made of tan striped sandstone slabs. The door opened for him and an old woman stood in the entry. Eon nodded to her as he stepped around her small form.

“I suppose you haven’t eaten.” She complained, the plentiful wrinkles in her face lifting as she gave me a toothy smile.

“No time. We were being forcibly rehomed.” Talon whined as he stalked up the steps, a bag slung over each shoulder. The buckles on his sword made clinking noises and she wrinkled her nose.

“Oh yes. What a punishment to live in a house as fine as this one. The House of Waves is truly a prison, child.” She emphasized child and Talon looked chastised as he mumbled an apology.

“Were rudely awakened,” He corrected as he slid past her. Her attention turned to me as I climbed the steps. She looked ancient but kind. She wore a simple, light green dress and her snow-white hair was tied back in a neat braid. As I drew near, her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and good humor. She held out her hand and I shook it, a smile springing to my lips.

“House of Waves?” I questioned, my smile growing.

“Yes, it was built long ago by a husband for a wife. Their names are probably catalogued somewhere but I haven’t bothered to check. She was born on the coast and missed it every day. The waves on the door and the light color palette were meant to remind her of home.” I smiled to myself. I could relate. I missed the ocean every day.

I nodded and she continued as we stood on the top step, “My name is Lydia. I’m the housekeeper and cook here. My husband, Murren is the groundskeeper.” She returned my smile, her small, weathered hand still gripped mine fiercely however.

“I’m Kalian. Who does the house belong to now?” Her skin was deeply tanned from the sun, freckles dotting every square inch of her.

“Yours now my lord. This home belongs to the king’s courtier.” I blinked and frowned.

“I don’t have a title. Sorry, there seems to have been a misunderstanding.” She only smiled and shook her head at my confusion.

“Perhaps not yet, but maybe the king is trying to send you a message. I’ll give you a tour. Can’t have you loitering on the doorstep of your own home.” We stepped into a foyer that was roughly 200 feet wide. The floor was honey-colored parquet that stretched across the room and continued out the large archways to my right and left. In the middle of the room, directly across from the front door was a grand staircase made of polished wood the same hue as the floors. The walls were papered in white with ochre stripes running vertically.

“We’ll start in the sitting room.” I followed Lydia to the left. A huge fireplace sat against the longest wall. It was outfitted in the same tan-striped sandstone from outside. I smiled softly to myself as I imagined the army of candles that would soon spread across it if Talon had any say. Someone had already positioned enough logs within for a hearty fire. The walls were painted a deep navy, the lower half white wainscotting. Three plush sofas were arranged around the fireplace. Their main upholstery was beige, the decorative pillows set on them were done in shades of blue. Modern sconces lit the room, their shape fluted and expensive looking. I turned to my left, towards the room’s windows. There were thick cream drapes and a little sitting area with two chairs and a small table. I could picture Eon and I having tea with honey there in the mornings. We’d never done something like that together and my heart warmed at the thought. The wall to the right was floor to ceiling built in bookshelves painted a clean white. I wondered how long it would take Talon to find it and start devouring the literature. In an alcove nearby an ornate desk sat with a grand chair behind.

“Now back the other way.” Lydia patted my cheek affectionately and we went back the way we had come. Through the archway to the right of the front door this time. A cobalt blue rug stretched underneath a table set for ten. The chargers white and the small plates set on top seafoam. White napkins were folded neatly on top, and I tried to imagine my little group ever eating in such a formal setting. The table itself was a long rectangle. It’s four legs were thick and carved into detailed flowers of every kind. It was a chestnut shade and the top was polished bright. A silver chandelier hung over the center, it’s metal also worked into flowers-tulips and roses specifically.

“Did the original owner’s wife like flowers as well?” I asked as I stared at the light fixture.

“No, much of that has been added as the house was remolded. The house itself is at least three hundred years old. Updates were needed.” I turned in a circle as I took in a buffet table arranged as a bar and the walls a white wood cladding.

“The kitchen is through there should you ever need a midnight snack.” She chuckled as she waved to the double doors across from us, “Alright! Upstairs young lord!”

 *

I was completely overwhelmed. Lydia had shown me all six bedrooms, each adorned in soft colors and more splendid woodwork. The wood flooring had switched from parquet to a herringbone pattern, but the color remained light. I was sprawled on my new bed. It was a huge four post canopy with transparent white fabric hanging between said posts. The walls were a soothing light green. A fluffy white rug spread under the bed. The blankets I laid on were frilly and delicate looking. They were done in shades of gold, white, and touches of rose. It was a bit more feminine than I was used to, but it was still the most elegant bedroom I’d ever had.

A whistle tore through the room’s quiet as Talon strolled in, “Not bad. Look at you moving back up to your rightful place in the world.” I stayed on my back, turning my head to face him. His eyes scanned over the door at the far-left corner which led to my closet. The door’s white twin was to the right and lead to a top-of-the-line bathroom.

Something like guilt crossed his face for a minute and I pushed myself up, “There was nothing wrong with where we were staying.” His gaze passed over the window seat positioned in front of my only window. He then looked to the oak vanity to the right of my bedroom door.

“Definitely not as fancy as here.” His eyes finally landed on mine, “Good. At least I know you’ll be safer in the upper levels when I…” When he left. Tomorrow. We hadn’t spoken much of it. Hadn’t had the time or the courage. I wasn’t sure. The thought of him leaving still made my chest ache, but nothing could be done. Upset or not, he would still have to go.

“Are you worried?” I asked, my fingers toying with a frill on the blanket.

He crossed the room to sit on the other side of the bed, “Of going on a mission? No.”

“Of leaving me.” The words hung between us for a few beats, the silence somehow deafening. I felt him shift on the bed. His arms went around me, our chests pressed against one another.

“Yes.” His voice was barely above a whisper, “I feel like I’m leaving as the sharks have begun circling.” I closed my eyes and his fingers rubbed up and down my spine, “But you can do this. You’re smart and strong. Plus, you have Eon and Tyren, even Athel. They’re great allies.” His voice sounded less than confident, and I wondered who he was trying to convince.

“I think…I think I need this.” I mumbled, surprising us both.

“Well damn, if you wanted me to leave that bad, you only had to ask.” Talon laughed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. From the start of this, I’ve been leaning on you too heavily. I convinced myself I couldn’t do it alone. Which is crazy. I’ve always managed alone. The only difference now is I have people who want to help. I need to stop letting them do for me, however. Lex is my problem. My family is my problem. I need to find these solutions myself. For my own peace of mind.”

“Mm, you’re hot when you monologue, Kalian.” I shuddered as his breath ghosted over my ear, his tongue tracing the shell.

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*Talon*

The morning was chilly, the skin on my arms raising into bumps as the wind ripped through me. I threw a leather coat over my shoulders, strapping my sword to my back over it. I slid the serrated blade I’d stolen from the Dlethian in the fight-that now seemed like it had been years ago-into the smaller holster on my back. It was only mere months. Things were moving so fast. The universe’s pacing seemed off. Perhaps the gods and goddesses were planning something. The sick bastards sure had twisted senses of humor. If nothing else, life had taught me that. I clicked my tongue softly as more knives found their homes strapped to my body. Sweeping my hair away from my face, I yanked it into a topknot. I rubbed my tired eyes and then rolled my shoulders.

I was smarter than this, but the lord sleeping soundly upstairs fucked brutally with my logic. There hadn’t been much sleep last night and I was worse for wear because of it. I was slow, sluggish. Great things for an assassin to be. I glanced up at the window and only saw thick curtains. He was going to be livid. I could already feel the harsh scrape down my senses that I’d felt when I’d sent Amaris to retrieve him. For someone who didn’t know much about whatever bond we had, he was already very adept at communicating his emotions pointedly through it when he wanted. I let loose a breath and double checked my leathers and weapons. I was stalling. I’d normally already have been on my way. Leaving this way made me pause. Could Kalian do this? Had we given him enough tools to navigate the obstacles that were barreling toward him? Of course, he wasn’t alone, but even with me around he was severely disadvantaged. Tyren would help, but he was of the court so past a certain point his hands were tied. I doubted he’d compromise his position any further. He needed it. Eon would stand with Kalian no matter what. He’d confirmed that yesterday. The reality was that he was still not functioning appropriately. Nothing I put together could eliminate his brain fog, or the crippling headaches he tried to hide from us. A shackled teacher, an injured brother, and a budding power that we hadn’t had the chance to finely hone. That was all that stood between Kal and an entire kingdom of enemies. I grit my teeth as my eyes stayed on that window.

Hesitating would get me nowhere. The longer I stalled, the longer I would be away. I forced my gaze away from the window. My feet crunched on the loose gravel that made up the drive as I made myself walk away. He was safer here. In this beautiful house built into the hill. A hill that held up a kingdom. A kingdom that may as well have been a nest of vipers. I cleared my throat and slipped from shadow to shadow, making quick progress through the city. One stop. One last ditch effort before I left. Perhaps, if I could secure him another ally, he’d have a better chance. The palace looked eerie in the early morning. All that white marble washed in the cold light from the moon. I slid between this world and my own private one of shadow, the guards in front of the gates never suspecting. Originally, I had hoped Amaris would swallow her pride and help Kalian out because of our history. I had greatly underestimated the depth of her feelings for me. Feelings I had never returned. In truth, I didn’t deserve her help and I’m sure she’d seen my asking as a slap in the face.
Hey, I never cared about you, but could you look after the new person I’m sleeping with?

I winced and walked out of the dark. I was in the lower levels of the palace. The dungeon was down here, cells monitored by grim-faced soldiers. I walked through it, smiling at a scowling guard after I’d startled him. He played off almost jumping out of his skin at the sight of me very well. I went lower and turned. I was deep underground now and it threw off my sense of direction at bit. Luckily, I knew the way by heart. I’d been coming here for almost my entire adult life. Finally, a door. Simple wood, reinforced with metal bands. A circle was painted in the middle, the long dead language curled inside. I knocked once and the door swung inward. The smell was always the first thing to greet any visitor. I kept my hands by my sides instead of covering my face, revulsion sliding through me at the stench.

“If you are here to complain, I’ve no time.” The steady, cold voice still sent fear rippling down my back, even after all this time.

“Good morning Wren.” Blood, blood all over the walls. There was a badly decomposed body in the far corner. Through bloat and decay, it barely looked human. A single chair sat in the center of the room and I knew it was covered in gore without being able to see it. On it sat the leader of the Verseckt. He was small and thin. I was an entire foot taller, but in his presence, I still felt like I was insignificant.

“Is it morning?” His head rolled on his shoulders, pink eyes catching the dim light from the hallway in an unsettling way.

“I need your help.” He turned his full attention to me. There was blood splattered over his alabaster skin, the worst of it around his mouth.

“Oh, well, this is a treat. You haven’t asked me for anything, ever.” The tone of his voice rattled my resolve like it always did. I wondered for the thousandth time if this was truly my only option. Was I really doing this? Any deal with Wren would surely come at a great cost. Was it worth it?

Violet eyes flashed through my mind. A smile so blinding it eclipsed the sun.

Yes. It was worth it.

He stood so fast I almost missed it. White hair was in messy tangles around his head, somehow pristine despite all the blood. Wren was…different than most Magik users. He manipulated blood in human creatures. Devastating all on its own, he had deemed his gift not enough long ago. He tampered with it to the point that he’d lost his empathy. He reveled in suffering and the old spells had turned him into a monster. It’d ripped away most of his humanity. Much like I had been close to doing. I had been on the edge of a terrifying outcome, and in my inexperience, I hadn’t even known. I could’ve ended up exactly like Wren. Food and sleep becoming useless to me. Well, food in the traditional sense. The poor sap in the corner was probably my leader’s last meal. The suffering echoed off the walls around me. I shook my head and stiffened as he approached me. Everything about him was unsettling. He didn’t move normally. It was more like a…slither.
All horribleness aside, he had an unwavering loyalty to the king and was the kingdom’s most staunch protector. How the king had managed to reel him in, I’d never known. In exchange for his services in the Verseckt, he lived down here. As a reward, enemies of the state became dinner. No one knew how long he’d served the kingdom. Generally, the only people who were aware of his existence were the members of the Verseckt, the king, and whatever poor targets he assigned himself. The guard in the dungeon didn’t even know what this room held. I shuddered at the thought of Wren going after someone personally. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, a cleanup crew was necessary. Being a traitor in this country could mean you got a visit from the small monster who was currently studying me.

“You are supposed to be on a mission.” Wren hissed, yanking me down to his level with a fist in my leather vest.

“Yes, I’m aware. I’m going to leave after this.” I ground out, the forced angle holding my neck in a weird position.

“Oh! Of course.” He clapped his hands after releasing me, “What is this Talon? You mentioned help?”

He looked like a cat who’d captured a bird, “I need you to look out for Kalian.”

“Kalian. Kalian? Mm the golden boy. The pretty one.” He looked me up and down and giggled, his tongue darting out to wet his blood-covered lower lip, “How’d you manage to get that one?”

“My endless charm and devastating good looks. Listen, I think the Oben is planning something.” I offered quietly.

“Those uptight assholes are always plotting. That’s nothing new.” Wren sighed, looking bored. He cast a look at the body in the corner.

“They’re plotting against the king. I’m sure of it. Someone is moving against Kalian and with Kalian being the king’s favorite…”

“Yes, yes. I understand the implication. Do you have any proof? That’s a heavy claim boy.” His head tilted, his tongue running over canines that were long fangs rather than regular teeth.

“Ask Anders. He’s been scurrying around behind the scenes for years.” I spat, earning a dangerous smile from the smaller man.

“I know. Nothing happens in this place without me knowing it. The whole country’s goings on are all I have to entertain me you know? None of you visit me for anything other than favors or business. What a horrendous family you are.”

“We’re not family Wren. We’re trained assassins. We don’t get things like that.” I snapped again.

“And yet, you wish to play house with a disowned lord stripped of honor.” Wren drawled, his tone of voice reminding me to remember who I was speaking to. I wanted to explode and beat the stupid look off his face. Members of the Verseckt were painfully aware of why we didn’t challenge him. Multiple people had been reminded over the years I’d been a part of our super fun club. Most of them also hadn’t resembled people after the ensuing altercation. Wren didn’t hesitate and he didn’t forgive. Mercy was a foreign concept.

“I want the boy.” Wren plopped down into his old chair and grinned up at me.

My blood chilled in my veins and I felt nausea roll over me, “What?”

“None of you visit me, so I want him. I’m lonely. I practically raised most of you and yet, you have no time for me.” He let his head fall back and looked up at the ceiling while I balked.

“You didn’t raise me. I was already a teenager when I was forced to come here. Then you tortured me into the stable adult I am now. So, my answer is no.” I watched him, the slow rise and fall of his chest. He wore a tight grey shirt with a white vest. Black pants flowed loosely from his hips and I knew without a doubt there was a knife somewhere on his person. Probably more than one.

“Torture, raise. Was the outcome different? You said I’m responsible for the adult you are. Does that not support my claim? If you won’t give me this small thing I want, get out.” His voice was even and bored. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn’t imagine exposing Kalian to Wren.

“What if I come here more?” I opened my eyes and steeled myself as that pink gaze focused on me again.

“No, you had your chance. I want him. He’s not…like us.” Wren grinned and motioned around the room, “We belong in this setting. Yes, even you. Gore and violence are second nature to us. But him? Oh no, he’s delightfully gentle and kind. He’s of the light as much as we are of the dark.”

“You want to take that from him?” I growled, balling my hands into fists.

“So bold today.” Wren had crossed the room and had me yanked down again, “Remember, boy, who you are speaking to. That’s the deal. Accept it or get out as I’ve already said. You’re supposed to be working.”

“One hour. Once a month. He gets to leave if he feels uncomfortable and I get to accompany him every time. If I can’t someone will come in my stead,” I said.

“Twice a month and he doesn’t set foot down here at all. I’ll come to you and if he doesn’t like something I say, I’ll leave.” Wren breathed into my face. His breath stank of the substance smeared over his mouth.

“For a year. That’s it.” He released his grip on me and I stood to my full height, wincing as my back strained from him yanking me down.

“Fine. Deal?” Wren extended his hand and I tried to ignore the crimson stretching up his arms from his claw-tipped fingers.

“What exactly are you going to do for him? I want to be clear.” I hesitated, withdrawing my hand.

“If he is in danger, I will remove him from it safely. If someone attempts to harm him, I will destroy them.” Wren sighed, losing interest again.

“You won’t hurt him in any way? No matter what happens?” He glared at me before nodding once. I reached forward and tried to ignore the sinking in my stomach as we shook.

“Deal Talon.” His voice slid over my skin as his hand gripped mine. Fear ran down my back and I stepped away. He released my hand before stalking back to his chair, “The boy will be protected until you’ve returned.”

I closed the door behind me, keeping my back rigid as I tried to ignore the absentminded murmur that followed me out, “You have always been my favorite. You came to me already broken. I didn’t even have to ruin you.” As soon as the door was closed, I let out a sigh of relief. Wren scared even the bravest people and I was no exception. I’d entered Kalian into a deal that I knew he would be angry about. It seemed I was racking up the offenses this morning. I walked back through the dungeon, earning another sharp look from the guard. His eyes dipped to the flakey grime on my hand, and he turned away in disgust, “Monster.”

“You have no idea.” I shot back, rubbing at the dried blood. I took a breath before slipping back into my shadows. The faster I finished this mission the better. Hopefully, Wren would never have to intervene.

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*Kalian*

I ran my fingers over the book after Tyren placed it in front of me. I frowned at the strange symbols on the page, and I ran my finger over one of them. Tyren stood in the corner of the room, searching through a bookcase. He pulled two more ancient books from it and blew the thick layer of dust off. He returned to my desk and set the books down beside me.

“I can’t read this.” I frowned up at him.

“Yes, this will be part of our focus from now on. Most spell books are written in dead languages. There are four main ones and I think you should learn them. They may come in handy, especially with Talon’s tendency to dip into things he shouldn’t.” Tyren explained.

“Some of these look like the symbols in the Levitcum!” I exclaimed, a flair of excitement sliding through me.

“Is that what Talon used to awaken your power?” Yellow gaze firmly locked on me, I tried to ignore the dismay in Tyren’s face.

“Yes.” I nodded and traced my finger over the page.

“It’s old and the spells in it can be incredibly dangerous. Talon is known for his spell and alchemy use, but I honestly wonder how much training he received.” Tyren mused, flipping through one of the books he’d brought over. It had a red cover that was worn down, the writing on the front completely gone.

“What are the four main languages?” I asked, shutting the book I’d been looking at. It had been recently rebound, the rich leather supple, the writing on the front done in bright gold.

“Zunge, Disputatio, Baatacheet, and the Parler Noir. They all are literally talk or speech in their respective languages except for the last one which is Black Talk. I believe most of what Talon’s used falls into that last category.” He set his book down in front of me. My eyes scanned over sharper symbols, written in a much heavier hand than the other book, “This is Parler Noir. It tends to manipulate things in ways that are generally…not advised. If you’ve heard anyone speak ill of spell work, they are probably referring to this. Many think that all spell work is Parler Noir and don’t care to learn that there are other kinds.”

I nodded, frowning at how aggressive the writing was on the paper. There didn’t look to be any sense to the grouping of symbols, “What are the others most used for?”

“Zunge could pair beautifully with Talon’s alchemy, which I’m sure he knows, but the outcome is less dramatic than he’s used to. It deals with changing materials and altering their composition. It’s not a spell family meant for use on other humans.” Tyren pointed to the book I’d been browsing, “That’s Zunge. You can tell because the letters are more rounded and sloped than something like Parler. The arrangement is also naturally more pleasing to the human eye.”

I glanced back at the sharp, jerky letters, “Everything about that looks like it’s something no one should be reading. How can ink on a page be…threatening?”

Tyren smiled, “The language itself and even the spells aren’t evil. Like everything else it’s how you use all of it.”

“What of Baatacheet?” I glanced at the books, wondering which held this third language.

“Baatacheet is the least known and documented language. It’s the most ancient and I must admit that there’s not much I can tell you. It’s tied closely together with nature and bending the land to your will. I think it’s been lost because of our modern farming. I don’t know that it was needed anymore. We outgrew what we thought it could offer us.”

He waved his hand before flipping to a small excerpt in the same book as the Parler Noir, he pointed to thin, delicate letters that seemed to be a collection of gentle curves and loops, “It’s beautiful.”

“Onto the one I want to become your focus, Disputatio. Its goal was healing the body and mind. Some even say the dark side could teach poisons and mind control.” I jerked my head up to look at him, his mouth pressed in a firm line. He set down the final book he’d retrieved. It was so faded I couldn’t tell what color it’d been originally. The pages were yellowed, bent, and torn on the edges. He opened to the very first page and I ran my eyes over these new letters. They were written in uniform straight lines across the page. The letter themselves were a combination of smooth lines topped with dots in some places.

“I’m going to write the letters on the board, and I want you to copy them. Then go home and practice. By the end of the week, I’d like you to have them memorized. We’re only doing Disputatio for now but eventually I’d like you to have a working knowledge in each. Talon may be helpful when we get to Parler Noir. We’ll recruit him when he comes back.” I hid the hurt miraculously well. I had tried to forget that he wouldn’t be home when I got there. He’d left before I’d even awoken. Surely afraid that an awkward goodbye would have made everything worse. As much as I disliked it, I had to admit he was probably right. I didn’t think I would’ve been able to control myself and not break into tears. I shook my head and took out paper as I noticed Tyren was starting to write on the chalk board behind his desk. He spoke the letter’s name and then made me repeat it three times. I scribbled small pronunciation guides on my paper. It occurred to me halfway through that I would have to study until my eyes bled. I’d never had to learn languages other than our country’s official one. It would be a test.

Four hours later, my eyes were tired, and my hand was cramping from writing, but I had the entire Disputatio alphabet in my bag. I had tucked it carefully in the new book Tyren had loaned me and I was oddly proud of myself. As I walked to the training grounds, I smiled as I already remembered some of what I had learned. Footsteps fell into step with me and without turning I knew who it was.

“Enjoying the house?” Lex’s voice filled me with dread, and I let out a sigh, looking around.

“Where are all your friends?” I kept walking, hurrying my pace. I had a feeling he would get braver with Talon now absent. At the thought of him I sent a tentative little pulse over the bond. I almost tripped when I felt an answer. We’d never talked this way with any distance between us. I had thought it a fool’s hope.

How far away are you?

I’m…far. I can’t really tell you where I am or where I’m going.

“Are you listening to me?” My joy was cut short by Lex’s stupid voice.

“No.” I answered aloud. I’m right in the middle of something, but I will punish you for leaving without saying goodbye later.

Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sunshine. It was as if his presence caressed my very soul and I let out a soft gasp as he seemed to press against my mental walls all at once. Then it was gone. I felt the loss and scowled as I noticed Mallex still yapping.

“I have my lesson with Athel now. I’ve no time for you.” I stepped onto the training grounds and my teacher was sizing up Lex, a glare on her face. Athel was crotchety but rarely was she as angry as she looked now.

“You not allowed here.” She announced to Lex who crossed his arms. He was standing next to me as I put my bag down and walked a few feet away to stretch.

“You not in charge of me.” I rose slowly, already feeling defensive, as Lex’s condescending tone rolled over me. I could kill him. I didn’t know how Athel felt about me, but a fierce need to protect her rose. Not that she needed my help.

“Don’t ever talk to her that way or mock her again. Lex get out of here. I have no idea what you said on the walk over because I wasn’t listening to you. I’m not in the mood. Go harass someone else. It should be clear that no one wants you here. I have training to do.” I snapped, lifting my chin as he glared at me.

“You want to train so bad, spar with me.” Lex grinned, somewhat manically.

“No. You not at the same level. Unfair.” Athel stepped between us.

“He sparred with Talon. You can’t tell me they’re on the same level. Is it only okay when the person’s fucking him?” Athel went rigid and I let out a soft hiss of frustration. I had missed enough of my lessons and I could not afford to miss any more.

“Put your jealousy away and leave. It’s not very becoming of a captain.” I squared my shoulders as I faced him, refusing to let him intimidate me ever again. He ignored me, shrugging his military jacket off. He stripped off the thin undershirt next and walked into the ring, smirking at me.

“Get in the ring, now.” He ordered and I resisted my instinct to look to Athel for an answer.

“I’ll spar with you.” I turned and frowned softly. Tyren stood near the ring, his face more serious than I had ever seen it.

“I don’t want you, teacher.” Lex scoffed.

“I’m aware but sparring with someone below your level would be a blemish on your reputation that we cannot allow honored captain.” Tyren smiled, no emotion reaching his eyes.

“What are you going to do? There’s no metal here.” Lex continued to argue, losing patience quickly.

“I always have metals on my person, Captain. Thank you for your concern.” Mallex’s eyes narrowed, and he left the ring, dipping his head to mumble into Tyren’s ear. My teacher winced and Lex began pulling his clothes back on.

“What, it’s not fun if you don’t get to beat on someone with a fraction of your training? Is that how you rose through the ranks?” I returned his glare. He held my gaze for a moment before walking away without another word. I made to go after him, hurl more insults, but Tyren gripped my arm.

“Let him go, lord. I’m sure he’ll seek you out again and you’ll have plenty of time to verbally dress him down.” Tyren sighed and rubbed his face.

“Why you out here? You hate training grounds.” Athel asked, stepping up beside us.

“Oh! Kalian I came to give you this.” He pulled out a long gold chain, a translucent orb at the end with colors spinning inside of it.

“It’s beautiful!” I gasped, running my fingers over the orb’s smooth surface.

“It detects spell use. Each family of spells is a different color, green for Bataacheet, red for Disputatio, blue for Zunge, and for Parler Noir…”

“Black.” I finished as he handed the chain to me. I quickly slipped it over my neck and smiled at him.

“Correct. Well, classes are almost over for the day, I should go check on my students.” Tyren left and I turned to Athel who seemed to be done with words for the day. She waved her hand downward, and I sunk into my stance. I still winced every time she kicked my shin or hit my stomach, but I didn’t falter. My stance held strong. She made the softest noise of approval and then had me run through the few forms she’d been teaching me. I sank onto the balls of my feet as I delivered punches as she called them out. Working on combinations like this calmed me, even if my coordination wasn’t one hundred percent. She’d grunt when a jab was sloppy, or a hook had no power. She increased the speed, and I didn’t have room for thought. I had to remember which number she’d assigned each punch as she called them out rapid-fire.

“Now, we spar. Call your light.” The circular blades formed around my hands as I panted softly, following her to the ring.

“We gonna run through opponents of different size. Your man not here so bigger opponents will be harder. Bring your brother tomorrow, he help.” I nodded and tried to convince myself not to be worried about bringing Eon. He wasn’t defenseless and me continuing to act as though he was, was infantilizing him.

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The bone deep sore was welcome for once. It meant I’d worked my ass off with Athel. I was proud of never faltering or complaining. I snorted to myself as the carriage given to us by the king rolled up in front of our house. I had set the bar so low for myself. Not complaining was an achievement? I shook my head as I hopped out and made my way up to the door. Lydia stood in the entrance and opened it for me, a smile on her face.

“Dinner in about an hour, lord.” I smiled back, stuffing down the need to correct the title. I made my way to my room after checking the sitting room and dining room. Eon was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he was taking a nap before dinner? I mentally shrugged to myself as I opened my door and set my bag down. I kicked it closed and then made my way over, sinking onto my bed. I groaned as my muscles thanked me for the rest. As I lay there, I reached out.

You couldn’t have woken me up? What if I wanted to say goodbye? The connection was empty for a long few minutes and then his voice drifted through my mind.

Neither of us would have handled that well and you know it. Leave for mission early, take care of it quickly, come home to your cute, grumpy little face.

I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. His voice was rushed, and it was almost like he was panting. What are you doing?

Running.

Why?

I have an aversion to offensive Magik and arrows.

Do you need help? I can-

Gorgeous, I’m in a different country.

I pulled the soft comforter over my head, almost wishing they hadn’t washed it today. There was no trace of his scent on the fabric. I tried to calm myself down and be rational. He was far away. I didn’t even know where.

Are you going to be able to handle whatever trouble you’re in? It was silent again for a bit and I bit my lip.

Yes. I have to go.

I nodded even though I knew he couldn’t see it. Talon had been on missions long before we’d ever met. He knew what he was doing and he was more than capable. I needed to trust him and everyone else around me. The only person who didn’t know their limitations or what they were capable of was me. I stood and dragged fingers through my hair. I walked to my bag and stooped to withdraw my notes and book. They’d all sacrificed things so I would be able to learn. It would be selfish and foolish of me to not make them proud.