interesting.
“A magician sent me a message through the fire,” I explained. Even though I
knew Roze possessed the strongest magic in Sitia, and could bypass my mental
defenses, I didn’t want to accuse her without proof.
Before Irys could question me further, I asked, “How did the Council session
go?” I hadn’t been allowed to attend. Although the rainy weather wasn’t conducive
for walking to the Council Hall, it still rankled.
The Council wanted me well-versed in all the issues they dealt with on a daily
basis as part of my training to be a Liaison between them and the Territory of Ixia.
My training as a Soulfinder, though, remained a subject the Council hadn’t agreed
on. According to Irys’s theory, my reluctance to begin learning could be the cause
of the Council’s indecision. I thought they worried I would follow the same path as
the Soulfinder from long ago once I discovered the extent of my powers.
“The session…” Her lips twisted in a wry smile. “Good and bad. The Council
has agreed to support your training.” She paused.
I steeled myself for the next bit of news.
“Roze was…upset about the decision.”
“Upset?”
“Fiercely opposed.”
At least now I knew the motive behind my fire message.
“She still thinks you’re a threat. So the Council has agreed to let Roze train you.”
I scrambled to my feet. “No.”
“It’s the only way.”
I bit back a reply. There were other options. There had to be. I was in the
Magician’s Keep, surrounded by magicians of various skill levels. There had to be
another who could work with me. “What about you or Bain?”
“They wanted a mentor who was impartial. Out of the four Masters, that left
Roze.”
“But she’s not—”
“I know. This could be beneficial. Working with Roze, you’ll be able to convince
her you’re not out to rule the country. She’ll understand your desire to help both
Sitia and Ixia.”
My doubtful expression remained.
“She doesn’t like you, but her passion for keeping Sitia a safe and free place to
live will override any personal feelings.”
Irys handed me a scroll, stopping my sarcastic comment on Roze’s personal
feelings. “This arrived during the Council session.”
I opened the message. In tight-printed letters was an order from Moon Man. It
read, Yelena, I have found what you seek. Come.
THE MESSAGE I HELD WAS typical for Moon Man, my Sandseed Story
Weaver and friend. Cryptic and vague. I imagined he had written the note with a
devilish grin on his face. As my Story Weaver, he knew I sought many things.
Knowledge about Soulfinders and finding a balance between Sitia and Ixia resided at
the top of my list. A quiet vacation would be nice, too, but I felt certain he referred
to Ferde.
Ferde Daviian, the Soulstealer, and killer of eleven girls had escaped from the
Magician’s Keep cells with Cahil Ixia’s help. After the Council failed to recapture
him, they debated for an entire month about how to find them both.
My frustration mounted with every delay. Ferde was weak from when I had
pulled the souls—his source of magical power—from him during our fight. But all it
would take was another girl’s murder for him to regain some of his strength. So far,
no one had been reported missing, but the knowledge that he remained free clawed
at my heart.
To avoid imagining the horror Ferde might cause, I focused on the message in
my hand. Moon Man hadn’t specified to come alone, but I dismissed the notion to
tell the Council as soon as the thought formed in my mind. By the time they decided
what to do, Ferde would be long gone. I would go without informing them. Irys
would call it my rush-into-a-situation-and-hope-for-the-best method. With only a few
minor mishaps, it had worked in the past. And at this point, rushing off held more
appeal.
Irys had moved away when I unrolled the message, but, by the way she held
herself so still, I knew she was curious. I told her about the note.
“We should inform the Council,” she said.
“So they could do what? Debate every possible issue for another month? The
message invited me. If I need your help, I’ll send for you.” I sensed her resolve
softening.
“You should not go alone.”
“Fine. I’ll take Leif with me.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Irys agreed. As a Council member, she wasn’t
happy about it, but she had learned to trust my judgment.
My brother, Leif, would probably be as glad as I was to get away from both the
Keep and the Citadel. Roze Featherstone’s growing animosity toward me put Leif in
a difficult situation. Apprenticed to Roze while training at the Magician’s Keep, he
had become one of her aides upon graduation. His magical skill of sensing
someone’s emotions helped Roze determine a person’s guilt in a crime, and his
magic also aided victims in remembering details about what had happened to them.
Leif’s first reaction to my reappearance in Sitia after a fourteen-year absence had
been immediate hatred. He had convinced himself that my kidnapping to the
Territory of Ixia had been done to spite him and my return from the north had been
an Ixian plot to spy on Sitia.
“At least we should tell the Master Magicians about Moon Man’s message,” Irys
said. “I’m sure Roze would like to know when she can begin your training.”
I frowned at her, and considered telling her about Roze’s petty fire attack. No. I
would deal with Roze on my own. Unfortunately, I would have plenty of time with
her.
“We’re having a Masters meeting at the administration building this afternoon. It
will be the perfect time to inform them about your plans.”
I scowled, but she remained steadfast.
“Good. I’ll see you later,” she said.
Irys sailed out of the tower before I could voice my protest. I could still reach her
with my mind, though. Our minds always remained linked. The connection was as if
we both stood in the same room. We each had our own private thoughts, but if I
“spoke” to Irys, she would hear me. If she did probe into my deeper thoughts and
memories, it would be considered a breach in the magician’s Ethical Code.
My horse, Kiki, and I shared the same connection. A mental call to Kiki was all
that was needed for her to “hear” me. Communicating with Leif or my friend Dax
proved more difficult; I had to consciously pull power and seek them. And, once
found, they had to allow me access through their mental defenses and into their
thoughts.
Although I possessed the ability to take a shortcut to their thoughts and emotions
through their souls, the Sitians considered the skill a breach of the Ethical Code. I
had scared Roze by using it to protect myself against her. Even with all her power,
she couldn’t stop me from touching her essence.
Anxiety rolled in my stomach. My new title of Soulfinder didn’t sit well with me,
either. I shied away from that line of speculation as I wrapped my cloak around me
before leaving the tower.
On my way across the Keep’s campus, my attention returned to my musings
about mental communication. My link with Valek couldn’t be considered a magical
connection. To me, Valek’s mind was unreachable, but he had the uncanny ability to
know when I needed him and he would connect with me. He had saved my life many
times through that bond.
Turning Valek’s snake bracelet around my wrist, I pondered our relationship until
a biting wind laced with icy needles drove away all warm thoughts about him. The
cold season had descended on northern Sitia with a vengeance. I shuffled through
slushy puddles and shielded my face from the sleet. The Keep’s white marble
buildings were splattered with mud and looked gray in the weak light, reflecting the
miserable day with perfection.
Spending most of my twenty-one years in northern Ixia, I had endured this type
of weather for only a few days during the cooling season. Then the cold air would
drive the dampness away. But, according to Irys, this horrid mess was a typical
Sitian day during the cold season, and snow was a rare event that seldom lasted
more than a night.
I trudged toward the Keep’s administration building, ignoring the hostile stares
from the students who hurried between classes. One of the results of capturing
Ferde had been the immediate change in my status from an apprentice of the Keep to
a Magician’s Aide. Since Irys and I had agreed to a partnership, she offered to share
her tower. I had accepted with relief, glad to be away from the cold censure of my
fellow students.
Their scorn was nothing in comparison to Roze’s fury when I entered the
Masters’ meeting room. I braced myself for her outburst, but Irys jumped from her
seat at the long table and explained why I had come.
“…note from a Sandseed Story Weaver,” Irys said. “He may have located Ferde
and Cahil.”
The corners of Roze’s mouth pulled down with disdain. “Impossible. Crossing
the Avibian Plains to return to his clan in the Daviian Plateau would be suicide. And
it’s too obvious. Cahil is probably taking Ferde to either the Stormdance or the
Bloodgood lands. Cahil has many supporters there.”
Roze had been Cahil’s champion in the Council. Cahil had been raised by
soldiers who had fled the takeover in Ixia. They convinced Cahil that he was the
nephew of the dead King of Ixia and should inherit the throne. He had worked hard
to gain supporters and attempted to build an army to defeat the Commander of Ixia.
However, once he discovered he was really born to a common soldier, he rescued
Ferde and disappeared.
Roze had encouraged Cahil. They held the same belief that it was just a matter of
time before Commander Ambrose set his sights on conquering Sitia.
“Cahil could bypass the plains to get to the plateau,” Zitora Cowan, Third
Magician, offered. Her honey-brown eyes held concern, but as the youngest of the
four Master Magicians her suggestions tended to be ignored by the others.
“Then how would this Moon Man know? The Sandseeds don’t venture out of
the plains unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Roze said.
“That’s what they want us to believe,” Irys said. “I wouldn’t put it past them to
have a few scouts around.”
“Either way,” Bain Bloodgood, Second Magician, said, “we must consider all
options. Obvious or not, someone needs to confirm that Cahil and Ferde are not in
the plateau.” With his white hair and flowing robes, Bain’s appearance matched what
I had assumed to be a traditional magician’s uniform. Wisdom radiated from his
wrinkled face.
“I’m going,” I declared.
“We should send soldiers with her,” Zitora said.
“Leif should go,” Bain added. “As cousins of the Sandseed, Yelena and Leif will
be welcomed in the plains.”
Roze ran her slender fingers along the short white strands of her hair and
frowned, appearing to be deep in thought. With the colder temperatures, Roze had
stopped wearing the sleeveless dresses she preferred and exchanged them for
long-sleeved gowns. The deep navy hue of the garment absorbed the light and
almost matched her dark skin. Moon Man had the same skin tone, and I wondered
what color his hair would be if he hadn’t shaved it off.
“I’m not sending anyone,” Roze finally said. “It’s a waste of time and
resources.”
“I’m going. I don’t need your permission.” I stood, preparing to leave.
“You need my permission to exit the Keep,” Roze said. “This is my domain. I’m
in charge of all magicians, including you, Soulfinder.” Her hands smacked her
chair’s arms. “If I had control of the Council, you would be taken to the Keep’s
cells to await execution. No good has ever come from a Soulfinder.”
The other Masters gaped at Roze in shock. She remained incensed. “Just look at
our history. Every Soulfinder has craved power. Magical power. Political power.
Power over people’s souls. Yelena will be no different. Sure now she plays at being
a Liaison and has agreed to my training. It’s only a matter of time. Already…” Roze
gestured to the doorway. “Already she wants to run off before I can begin lesson
one.”
Her words echoed through the stunned silence. Roze glanced around at their
horrified expressions and smoothed the wrinkles from her gown. Her dislike of me