Read Red Madrassa: Algardis #1 Online

Authors: Terah Edun

Tags: #Coming of Age, #fantasy, #Magic, #Action & Adventure

Red Madrassa: Algardis #1 (3 page)

Allorna’s cinnamon skin already signaled that she might be a member of the royal gardis, the elite section of the gardis descended from the royal family and loyal to them alone. As a trainee, though, she didn’t yet wear the badge at her waist to signal a gardis approaching.

As they prepared to slip out of Sidimo’s room and through the dark palace, Allorna shrugged into a long sleeve blue tunic, then donned gloves and a headscarf. This time they left through the front entrance. It was faster to skulk along the palace corridors than to twist through the maze of servant’s passageways.

The Gardis prisons were unique: located at the tops of single towers, bunched together like needles in a pincushion, with pointed tin roofs. The Gardis family was known for its affinity for lightning, and it was rumored that past rulers had taken joy in executing prisoners with lightning strikes to those towers.

As they arrived at the entrance of Maride’s prison tower, Sidimo and Allorna found guards waiting. Crouched to the right of the open doorway, Allorna could see in the flickering torchlight that one guard was seated, the other leaning against a wall with pike in hand. With a quick glance, Sidimo used mindpushes to urge thick tendrils of weariness to cloud the minds of both guards.

It would take time for them to fall asleep, but as long as Allorna and Sidimo stood out of sight, they were safe; the little undetectable spells also deadened the guards’ hearing. It was the safest way to get in and out with no fuss. Meanwhile, Allorna fiercely grabbed onto the memory of the feelings of sincerity emanating from Maride before everything had gone wrong. She trusted her instincts; sometimes they were all you had.

“I honestly believe there’s more to the story of him killing his fiancé,” she whispered to Sidimo. They bantered back and forth for a few minutes while waiting for the dreamless sleep to take effect…‌until, suddenly, Allorna looked up sharply from their conversation. Her skin tone didn’t allow it to show, but she was flushed with anger.

She could sense anguish coming from above them in the prison tower…‌anguish and anger.

Enroute to the docks:

Vedaris still remembered the first day he’d stayed at the cloister. Little Ado had been so excited! It was a small, compact, and homely place, with the orphans on one floor and the nuns, all sweethearts, on the floor below. He and Ado, who was four years younger than him, had shared quarters. Ado had been overjoyed that they had gotten to pick out a triple-room just for the two of them. It was so comfy looking, and Ado couldn’t wait to get in there.

Vedaris was not so easily taken in. At that point in his life, he’d been shuttled between neighbors for months, always on a futile quest to reunite with family. He was accepting, but wary.

Ado, who had spent the past two years on the streets, paced around with trembling hands and hopeful glances. Strung out on
kaht
, the street drug that induced a gentle temporary high, he had yet to hit bottom. Vedaris still hadn’t gotten the full story from him on why he was on the streets. When he asked Ado where his family was, the tousle-headed boy would just hunch his shoulders and frown down at the dust.

It hadn’t mattered to Vedaris. They’d just met a week before. There was a roof over his head that he wasn’t in jeopardy of losing for looking at someone the wrong way, and he had time to make inquiries about his missing sister and absent mother. He had to admit, though, that the first night in a warm bed with an actual pallet and frame had been very welcome after months on his step-aunt’s kitchen floor, and sleeping in the sawdust of his third cousin’s gryffn stable loft. Not least because gryffns really didn’t like him. Well, they didn’t like dragons in general, but they respected those who were stronger than they. Vedaris didn’t fall into that category, and the gryffns clearly knew that.

His third cousin hadn’t. Vedaris was just grateful Mattis had been too self-absorbed to ask why Vedaris never challenged the gryffns for dominance.

In truth, the stable lofts had become a refuge later in life. Running from packs of dragon brats straight into the claws of the gryffns had definitely saved his bum a time or two. He had known how to evade the attacks of the three gryffns, but his tormenters did not. What’s more, it was illegal to break the dominant trait of a gryffn without the owner’s permission first. If the brats had taken the fight with the gryffns to the next level or had transformed into their Sahelian shapes, they would have had to face a dominance battle with Mattis, who was no slouch in the ring. Owning three battle gryffns ensured that.

Every day of his life‌—‌with his family, on the streets, in the cloister, and now as he prepared to board the ship‌—‌presented a separate period of maturity. Now he would have to use all of that knowledge as he made his way in the city of Sandrin.

 

In the portalhouse:

Sitara’s people had no concept of this thing Humans called
cold
. In the ocean, it’s possible to experience lots of heat, less heat, or no heat. Depending on the depth of a dive, the no heat might drop so low as to freeze anything on exposure…‌nonetheless, there was no such thing as cold
per se
in Octupani language or culture.

Cold
was what the Humans use to describe no heat: the absence rather than the opposite of heat. This also characterized clan negotiation tactics, which the Humans described as “cold as hell.”

Soul bondage had been introduced only fifty years ago, as the first payment to the Octupani clans for access to their portalway technology. Theirs had been a dying race then, a fact guarded closely by both the Deathkeepers and the Octupani Council. The Human bonds served as a source of nourishment, in effect giving the Octupani the vitality they needed to continue.

When the first soul bonds had been created, they were initiated between Octupani clan members and Humans of the city of Sandrin, people of every social class: a test run, if you will. But times had changed. The Octupani had found a different source of vitality, no longer requiring the bonds. The breakthrough had come less than a decade after the first soul bonds, and the magical contracts which enforced a soul bond between the bond mates had been broken. Her sister had been one of those bondmates, and her husband had not been kind after the magically forged emotional ties between them had died.

Sitara smiled wryly, without humor. Humans were fickle, selfish, and cynical creatures. But she was quite sure the ruling council gave up the personal freedoms of their fellow citizens with far less reluctance upon hearing the
second
requirement for the establishment of an Octupani enclave on Human lands.

Sitara stood now in a portion of that enclave, which had been granted extraterritorial status in the midst of the chaotic Human city. At least, Sitara considered it chaotic. Humans were always rushing about with no forethought or leisure. That lack of foresight had put them in the bind they now faced. Not only was war threatening the Human city from the Northwest, but the death of the bonds meant the death of the portalways.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Let them suffer.

Chapter 3

Allorna:

There was no time left to wait. They rushed to the stairs; one landing up, a
petit
portalway glowed, set to travel from the base of the tower to its peak. Even as they rushed up the fifteen steps toward the blue arch that marked the portal, Allorna knew an alarm would be tripped, because the portal had been tuned to recognize only a select few individuals bearing certain markers.

But to get to them, the guards would first have to desert their posts in the outer ring to rush to the stricken tower. They’d probably take their time about it, since the portalway modifications acted as a one-way trip for any individuals aside from the marker-carriers. The guards would have no fear of them coming back down that way, or of Maride escaping through the blue gate. She had brought a gemstone to counteract that modification, but in their haste it might no longer be effective.

Sidimo and Allorna stumbled at a dead run straight from the portal into the tower chamber that was Maride’s cell, Allorna first. She was shocked to see that two men other than Maride were already present. One wore a long kaftan and a priest’s headwrap. The other‌—‌dressed in a tight-fitting tunic with bell sleeves, and pants with a sarife knife at his waist‌—‌was clearly an assassin.

The priest raised his hand to cast a spell, and Sidimo defended with a basic protection barrier. Maride, his back to the wall, fear pasted on his face, didn’t look like he intended to help either party.

The priest was a good seven inches taller than Allorna’s five-two, but she knew a trick that would still work. She bum-rushed him. Aiming her body for his midsection, she dove for his legs in an effort to bring him down. The distraction was sufficient that all spells were forgotten. As they tumbled to the floor, she bounced up in Maride’s corner. The assassin had yet to move. Whoever he was targeted to kill or protect clearly wasn’t in this room.

With a quick glance at Sidimo to ensure that he was keeping the stationary assassin and ruffled priest in check, Allorna shuffled to the left toward Maride. “What’s going on? Who are these people?” she demanded.

Maride, who had been crouched against the wall with clenched fists and bowed head, flicked his topaz eyes at her. With poison in his voice, he said: “I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here?”

Allorna flinched, and steel showed in her eyes. “I risked my life and my bond-mate’s for you,” she retorted.

“Let’s not get overdramatic here. You risked two week’s salary and possible censure. After all, you haven’t done anything yet, have you?” He sniffed. “I assume you came up here to do more than talk.”

With a quickness that betrayed her talent, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, ready to wring it. Maride’s bravado went out the window when he saw the look on her face. Allorna said in a tightly clenched voice, “Look: I know that something’s not right. There’s more to the story of Damian’s death.”

“Yes, but like I told you before, I don’t know what that ‘more’ might be.” He sighed. “Just move on. Please?”

At that moment, an explosion shook the tower‌—‌and they both looked up to find an unconscious priest and a missing assassin.

A grim Sidimo said, “We need to go. Now.”

Allorna looked at Maride. “Can you open a portalway to
Genur
?” She left unsaid the fact that it would be unstable and they could end up anywhere.

He stared at her like she’d asked him to open a portal to the third moon. “Why would I?”

“It’s the nearest portal unguarded by Royal Armsmen, which would mean that we could bribe…” Allorna began.

“No,” Maride snapped with a weird expression, “Why would I
want
to create a portal for or with you?”

“You’ll be accused of treason if the guards catch us up here. Do you think you can take 50 lashes?” she retorted.

Maride scowled. “Dreck you! I never asked you to come here.”

The tower shook again. Exasperated, Allorna said, “You think the gardis tribunal will believe that?” At his skeptical look, she added, “Look, if we can get you out of here, we might be able to clear your name.”

“My name? What’s a name without honor?” Maride muttered bitterly.

“Precisely.”

He looked at her. She looked at him. Then he said gruffly, “I can activate the portal…‌but I need more assurance than that. We could end up anywhere. I want your word as a gardis that you’ll follow through with your promise and help me clear my name.”

“In the name of Asch, Keeper of the Gardis, it is done,” she replied solemnly.

With a grimace, Sidimo growled, “Great. Now, if you two are done, I suggest we concentrate on getting out of here safely. After all this dreck, if I land in a volcano, there had better be an epic reason why.”

Rolling his eyes, Maride faced the north side of the tower with outstretched hands. Streaks of lightning tore from his palms straight to the wall. It began to ripple like a pool of water disturbed by a large stone.

He knew that the portal would be unstable. Opened by one trainee augmented by the power of only two more mage youths, how could it be otherwise? Concentrating, he felt for the
Genur
portalway’s specific signature. As soon as he caught it he latched onto the trace; it felt almost like a living worm, twisting and turning to escape his grasp. A frown creased his face.
What
is
this?
he thought. He was certain that, if only for a brief moment, he had felt a second
Genur
portalway.

But portalway signatures were specific. There shouldn’t be anything else even vaguely similar to
Genur
; it would be like mixing up chocolate with water toffee. Frowning inwardly as well as outwardly, he mused,
The only problem I should be having is with establishing a stable connection….not
this.

He focused outward and took a glance at the portalway that was opening. The streaky purpleness of the gate wasn’t the most reassuring sight ever.

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