Authors: Rhiannon Paille
Justice (20 page)
“You’re the Ferryman,” Kuruny said evenly.
He paused, the words caught in his throat. “I’m nothing.”
She brought herself to her feet and stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. “You can’t deny it.” She said it like she knew what she was talking about, but Krishani knew it was just another insult. He didn’t know what was worse: her knowing or her taunting him about it.
He copied her stance and stared her down. “I can and I will.” He locked eyes with her, letting her see the anger, the frustration, the grief held within him.
She broke eye contact first. “I still have no Flame to offer you.”
He uncurled his arms. “Because you let them take it. Don’t you realize how dangerous they are?”
Kuruny looked at him, her face full of regret. “I was there, remember?”
Krishani paced in a circle. His heart shattered. Not only did he need to go back to Elwen, but the Valtanyana had taken another Flame. “How am I supposed to win this war?” he muttered to himself. He thought of the Daed warrior and the threats from the night before.
“What war?” Kuruny snapped.
He realized his mistake too late. He never planned on telling her about his challenge to the Daed. He shuffled his feet and looked at his boots. “I dared them to come for me.”
Kuruny’s eyes went wild; her flat hand raked across his cheek with brilliant force. She recoiled as he rubbed his cheek and closed his eyes, an admittance of guilt.
“Are you mad?” she shrieked. “You stupid boy! You ungrateful, petulant, ignorant, selfish, shameful boy.” She hit him again with the other hand and let it sting. “How dare you.” Her eyes were cold.
“What do you want me to do? It was a mistake.” But he didn’t regret it. Not at all. It would be the war that would end him.
“Am I not allowed a peaceful death? Is no one allowed to live without your destruction ruining their lives? Could you not for a moment think of nothing but yourself and realize what you’ve done?”
Krishani hung his head. “Can you live peacefully with Crestaos as High King?”
Kuruny looked like she had been slapped. She sunk to the rug, her face full of distorted stress. She looked like she was processing what he had already come to know. No matter what anyone wanted, the Valtanyana wouldn’t stop unless someone stopped them. Nobody would have peace while they were loose.
“But you’ve caused this fray twice,” she said.
“The first time was an accident.”
“And the second time?”
“I meant it.”
“Why?”
Krishani sighed and sat on the cot. He shrugged off his tunic. “I’m the Ferryman, but with that comes … hardships. Ones you couldn’t fathom.”
Kuruny said nothing.
“I know I’ll never be with Kaliel again. And I know I would rather be dead than be a Ferryman.” He stopped and stared at her. She seemed stricken. “Unlike you I can’t die, but I can become what the Ferrymen fight.”
“I didn’t know,” Kuruny whispered. She bowed her head and closed her eyes. She looked sorry, sorry for berating him and making it harder.
“All I have left is this war.”
She nodded.
“You were right.”
She scowled, her eyes probing. “About what?”
“You were the one that told me if I took this path I would never be with her again. Turns out, the Great Oak was right all along. Kaliel was the one I had to surrender.”
“I never meant—” she began, but Krishani moved to his feet and grabbed the knapsack from the corner of the hut. He pulled the lantern out and Tiki glowed, appearing hesitant.
“This is Tiki. Kaliel told me how to find her.” He opened the chamber and pulled out the fragile orb, letting it rest on his hand. It dimmed and glowed like it was breathing.
Kuruny looked at it, mesmerized. “Wow.” She reached out to touch the Flame, but Krishani shoved Tiki into the lantern.
“Kaliel was a Flame like her. The Amethyst Flame.”
Kuruny nodded. “I know. I heard the whispers in the castle about her.”
Krishani narrowed his eyes at her. “You knew they were hunting her.”
She waved a hand in the air. “I didn’t know what I sent you to would … I can’t bear seeing you like this, though.” She set eyes on his hand and he drew back.
“Um …” He was unsure how to take her concern. He was so used to her chiding and taunting that her compassion was confusing. He turned to the lantern. “There are two others Crestaos hasn’t taken.”
“He used to be one of the most powerful of the Valtanyana,” Kuruny whispered.
Krishani grimaced. He didn’t want to know that. “One of the Flames is on Amaltheia, the other is on Nimphalls.”
Kuruny’s gaze froze when he said Nimphalls. Tears pooled in her eyes as the grief clouded her expression. “Oh.” A tear streaked down her face. “And you need to get both.”
“Yes, which means I need Elwen’s help.”
She shook her head. “No, no, you don’t need to go back there.” She gathered her skirts and fled from the hut before Krishani could say anything. He frowned and glanced at Tiki.
“You will lose.”
Krishani sighed. “I know, Tiki, I know.”
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26 - Hexes and Vortexes
Krishani waited until the three of them returned to the hut, all of them exchanging careful glances. Kazza’s ragged brown hair curled down the back of her long-sleeved white dress. She crossed her arms, sending a flurry of fabric over itself, then, glared at Krishani. Shimma’s mouth formed a straight line, her blue eyes dancing with concern.
“We have agreed to help you,” Kuruny began. She shot a glance at Kazza, who scoffed, her fingers twirling one of the beads on her necklaces.
“Only because you’re hopeless,” Kazza said.
Kuruny held up a hand and the woman crossed the hut and sat on the animal hide, elegantly tucking her legs underneath her. Kazza’s eyes pierced Krishani’s. “I want to see it first.”
Krishani glanced at Kuruny and gritted his teeth. “Tiki isn’t something you can possess.” He was so angry. They regarded Tiki the way Osvanir had. She was merely a magical tool, not a being, a person, a soul. It stung. What did they think of Kaliel?
“Show her to me, or I refuse to be a part of this,” Kazza said.
Krishani pulled the lantern out from under his cloak. Tiki was a dim orange light, barely visible. Kazza gasped and Tiki exploded, illuminating the entire hut in orange. Krishani carefully watched Kazza, and when he thought she had enough he pulled Tiki back into his cloak and covered her. Kazza sat back and went to say something, but Shimma leaned in, on her knees, reaching for Krishani’s shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” She ran her fingers along the wound.
Krishani found her fingers with his other hand and pushed her away. He gave her a meaningful glare; he didn’t need to say it. “There is no pain there.”
“Aye,” Shimma said as she withdrew.
“Will you accompany me to Castle Tavesin?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from Shimma.
“No,” Kuruny said. “We don’t need to ask for his help.”
Krishani watched as they pulled at the necklaces, diligently picking across the beads with their fingers, like they were looking for something important.
“You do know where I’m going, right?” he asked.
Kazza glanced at him. “About that …”
Kuruny stopped on the piece of a seashell and looked at Kazza, who held the other piece. Kuruny slipped her half over her head and handed it to Kazza, who slid it on and let the pieces dangle around her collarbone. “Nimphalls is dangerous.”
“And treacherous,” Kuruny murmured.
Kazza didn’t break eye contact with Krishani. “The realm is divided; the two sides are at constant war with each other. We need to know which side the Flame is on.”
Krishani closed his eyes and reached for Tiki. “Anything you can tell us?”
“He is with the dragon riders in the north plains. Underground, in the catacombs of scrolls,” Tiki said.
Krishani looked up. Kuruny was stunned. Kazza kept her face cold and emotionless, but a sly smile pricked at the corner of her mouth. Krishani repeated what Tiki had said and Kuruny crumbled.
“I can’t go there,” Kuruny whispered with disbelief.
Kazza caught her hand and pressed their palms together. “You must. The longer you avoid it, the lesser your chances of breaking the hex.”
Kuruny ripped her hand away and left the hut. Krishani heard her sitting outside in the sand, simpering.
“Should I know why?” He still didn’t care much for the daughters of Istar, but their help was welcomed. He put the lantern beside him and glanced at Shimma.
“We were given a task on Nimphalls. Unite the two sides. It seemed so simple. There are humans on either side. One side is full of dragon riders, and the other is full of weapons builders. But the dragon riders don’t believe in weapons,” Shimma said.
“And the weapons builders don’t believe in dragons,” Kazza said.
“It was the dragon riders who did this to Kuruny.”
Kazza gave her a warning look, but Shimma didn’t look at her.
“They believed her blood was like the Fountain of Youth, and it is. A drop of her blood would cure any human ailment, but they almost drained her dry.”
Krishani shuddered at the tale.
Kazza rose to her feet and cast a glance into the shadows of the hut. “I fixed the problem, dear sister. Kuruny has blood, but not longevity.”
Shimma’s eyes filled with guilt. “Kazza killed the human who did it, and replaced Kuruny’s blood with the human’s blood.”
“That explains why Istar hates you so much,” he said.
“I saved my sister.” She snarled.
“What about the hex?” He didn’t get it.
Shimma entwined her fingers together and Kazza glared at her. “That is enough. I will take Kuruny to Nimphalls and find the Flame,” Kazza said.
“And I’ll go with you to Amaltheia,” Shimma said, looking at Krishani, her eyes pleading.
He set his mouth in a taciturn line. “No.”
Shimma laughed. “You hardly have means to travel.”
“And you have an idea?” His tone was acrimonious.
Shimma sighed and moved to her feet. She left the hut for a moment and came back carrying a large contraption resembling a lantern. It had dials with various symbols on the top and bottom, eighteen in total, and an hourglass in the center. “This was on the beach. The Daed left it behind.”
Krishani shot her a look. “Am I to presume this will help?”
Shimma turned it back and forth, inspecting the dials, running her fingers over them. “It’s quite genius.” Her eyes met his. She put it between them, the metal landing on the floor with a thud. “I believe I understand it as well. The dials are based on coordinates.”
Krishani groaned. There was the prospect of help and then there was getting what he needed in a fell swoop. Somehow this was the best news he heard since he left Avristar. The only thing he was wary about was the company. The Daughter’s of Istar weren’t the most trustworthy allies. However, anything preventing him from facing Elwen and Mallorn was appreciated.
“Fine. I’ll go to Amaltheia with you,” he said.
“And we won’t talk of Nimphalls until we rendezvous at the cove,” Kuruny said as she entered the hut again. Her eyes were puffy and red. She sniffled as she crossed the hut and sat, drawing her knees to her chest.
“The human’s blood was cursed,” Shimma explained.
Kazza growled as Shimma scrambled to her feet and grabbed the lantern. “We can’t leave until I figure out the coordinates.” She left.
Krishani let out a deep breath. “Crestaos could attack at any moment, as soon as nightfall, I fear.”
Kazza looked annoyed. “What about armies?”
Krishani turned green. He hadn’t thought of that. “I hoped for a one-on-one duel.”
Kazza and Kuruny both laughed and exchanged wary glances. “You’re such a stupid boy,” Kazza said.
“I tried to warn him,” Kuruny said.
Krishani gulped. “Well? What am I to expect?”
“Everything he has,” Kuruny said.
“He’ll ruin these lands,” Kazza added, but she seemed unconcerned.
Krishani took a deep breath. “Is Elwen in danger?”
Kuruny’s and Kazza’s eyes met. “Yes,” they said in unison.
Krishani fell back onto the cot, his heart a heavy pounding in his ears. “This is impossible.”
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