The Gazing Globe (26 page)

Later that day, he retrieved his battle axe from its forest resting place. He went to the clearing where he was sure he'd be seen. There, he practiced with it and every other weapon he could get his hands on. He wanted to make sure that if anyone was thinking of challenging him forAfton, they'd think twice about doing so. Lore had told him these fights were no longer to the death, but he wanted to establish his abilities publicly.

It was three in the afternoon when he had the sudden urge to either fight or run. It was like some switch inside him had been flipped to survival mode. Lore and others of the fairy faction stormed from the woods, but he knew they were coming before they ever got to his location. The doomsday feeling came back and crashed down on him like a wall. It was so overpowering he almost sank to the ground with the weight of it. This was what he'd been waiting for. The horrendous event had finally arrived. That certain evil he had sensed so many times before crawled through the forest like a disease. But as the instinct to protect flooded him, he pulled himself together and prepared to fight. He knew he could kill if he had to.

He saw the fairies were all carrying the same kinds of weapons he'd been practicing with, but this was no practice. It was real.

"Blain, come quickly," Lore called and motioned to him. "Something's happened on the far side of the forest. Pluck's been injured. We need everyone there."

Without pausing, Blain picked up his axe and followed the other fairies. Their faces were filled with trepidation They were rapidly joined by other factions of creatures, and it took all of them several hours to get to Pluck's location The growth was thick in some places and the paths were very narrow. Some of the fairies were able to use their wings and glide short distances over the most difficult parts where thickets and thorns grew He even mimicked them and was able to do so as well But centuries of never using such powers had genetically weakened them all Flying even a short distance seemed to sap the fairies' strength more than walking did, so they stuck to the earth most of the time As they moved on, he finally got up the courage to ask someone about Pluck. But no one seemed to know what had happened Lore didn't look as if he were in any mood to talk about anything. The man's face was a mask of fury and rage. Apparently, whatever had taken place wasn't an accident. Blain could have told them that. It had to do with the blackness that was now invading their forest home He only hoped friendly little Pluck was all right.

When they finally reached the other side of the woods, Blain saw the O'Malley family standing in a circle.Aftonwas on her knees beside a small figure in the grass Concern for her caused him to push his way forward.

What he saw sickened him. Kind little Pluck lay in the grass, a large, bloody gash in his chest. But the bleeding seemed to have stopped

"Pluck. Oh, Pluck,"Aftoncried.

"Did anyone see what happened?" Lore searched the faces in the growing crowd.

"Pluck was guarding the northern entrance to the forest I went to the west I heard him cry out and found him like this," Gawain explained. "I would have moved him, but he was in too much pain I thought it best to leave him where he could rest rather than risk making him worse."

"The Sorceress is here, let her pass," someone in the crowd announced.

The crowd parted, and Shayla and Hugh walked forward. Shayla knelt besideAftonand placed a hand on Pluck's chest

"He's alive. You did the right thing in letting him rest against the earth, Gawain. Remaining in contact with it renewed some of his strength and stopped the bleeding. Had you moved him when he was first injured, he would have died," Shayla explained as she gently stroked the unconscious elf's cheek.

"He's been resting for some time. Will it be safe to move him now?" Gawain asked.

"We'll have to. Something tells me he won't be secure in this place much longer. Take him to the nearest cottage." Shayla looked around the woods and pulled her cloak tightly around her body.

Gawain moved forward and lifted the small man. Blain watched him walk away, wondering what could possibly have happened to have hurt Pluck so seriously. But he knew it had something to do with the dark presence he sensed. Who could hurt a man, then move away so that a Druid couldn't have seen or heard anything? Pluck's elf powers, whatever those were, hadn't helped him avoid this injury.

Shayla pulledAftonto her. "I want you to concentrate. You're the person Pluck most cares for.

Together, you and I might be able to sense what happened."

"You know this was no ordinary mishap, Sorceress. Someone attacked him." Lore glanced around the area. Searching for any clue.

"Yes. But we must be certain before anyBlaineis assigned," Shayla warned.

Suddenly, Blain felt sick. Weakness engulfed him. It was the same feeling he'd had when he'd been hexed back inNew England. He shook his head to fight off the feeling, but it became more intense as the seconds passed. He would have said something about the sickness, but it was an impairment he didn't want to display in front of these people, particularly under the present circumstances. Pluck was hurt and that needed to be addressed before his own physical problems. He could, however, relate what he knew to be most important.

"Someone was here, Shayla. Someone with powers like those used on me back in the States," Blain said.

Everyone turned to look at him. Shayla walked to where he stood. "Tell me," she commanded.

"Whoever it was, they're still nearby. I can feel it." He knew he was connected with whoever this presence was. The others weren't. Despite his illness, they needed him to stay strong.

Without waiting another second, Shayla began to take action. "Fairies, take the northern path and search every clearing and glen. Those of the Druid factions go to the west and take Gawain with you after he has seen to Pluck. Everyone else spread out to the east and south. We meet back here when the search is complete. If anyone finds anything, relay a signal through the woods immediately. Take no chances. Hugh, you and Afton stay with me and Blain," Shayla ordered.

At her bidding, the entire assemblage moved in their assigned directions. Blain could see raw anger in their faces. That anyone would attack and hurt Pluck so grievously was inhuman. He felt angry himself.

The little man had only been guarding. Who would want to hurt him?

"I know now that Hannah Biddies wasn't the only enemy you had," Shayla told him.

"Even if that's true, how could anyone have found me here?" If the elf had been hurt because of him, then no one around him would be safe. And that includedAfton.

Shayla took Blain's arm. "Someone with the kind of black powers we're speaking of could find you anywhere if they wanted you badly enough. And, for a time, they could hide their presence from us. How do you feel? And don't try to hide anything from me."

Blain shook his head. "Like someone or something's sapping my strength again."

Aftonmoved beside him and took one of his hands in hers. He looked into her eyes and saw tears of pain for Pluck and concern for him.

"Don't worry,Afton. Whoever hurt Pluck will pay. I promise!"

"Come with us, Blain. We need to get to the center of the forest again. We're too close to the edge here. Outsiders might see us," Shayla explained.

They trudged back the length of the forest, to the large clearing. Even though hours had gone by, the feeling of weakness was increasing. He tried to shake it, but it was getting worse. The evil power attacking him was stronger and more crushing than anything he'd felt back inMaine. He tried to keep Aftonfrom knowing how bad off he was, but she wouldn't be fooled.

"Please stop, Shayla. Blain can't take much more."Aftonwrapped one arm around Blain's waist as he leaned against a tree.

"I.. .can...go on," Blain gasped.

"Don't be daft, lad, you're shivering. We'll stop here. Lass, start us a fire, will you?" Hugh asked as he tookAfton's place to support Blain. Then he took Blain's battle axe and leaned it against a nearby tree.

As Hugh helped Blain to the ground, Shayla placed a hand on his forehead and shook her head. "I've never seen any conjuring so powerful. Someone wants Blain very badly. Whoever it is injured Pluck to get past him. Unless we find them, this will continue until Blain grows so ill he won't be able to move."

"Perhaps that's what someone wants. Maybe they want us to stay put,"Aftonsuggested.

Shayla looked atAfton. "Explain."

"Maybe we should try to wait here. See what happens."

"We'll have to. Blain is almost unconscious," Hugh said, concern for his nephew thick in his voice.

Aftonturned and began to gather small stones to circle a fire and wood to fuel it. When she finished, she raised her hands and quickly had a bright blaze burning.

"She's something. Isn't she?" Blain rasped as he watchedAfton's efforts.

"Shhhh, darling. Don't talk. Just rest."Aftonknelt beside him and pulled his head against her shoulder.

She stroked his long hair away from his face and kissed him tenderly. Nothing must happen to him.

Nothing.

"Good,Afton. Stay with him. Hugh and I will search the immediate area, but we won't be more than a short distance away. If you see anything, call us."

"Be careful," she called out as they left.

"Afton, I love you. You know that don't your' Blain opened his eyes to look up at her. His voice was no more than a whisper.

"Yes, my heart. I know. I love you, too. Now, rest."Aftoncaressed his cheek and tried not to cry. He needed her to be strong

"You're so gorgeous "

"Hush, Blain. You have to sleep." He was weakening so muchAftonwasn't sure if he knew what was happening or what he was saying any more. She could hear Hugh and Shayla as they moved farther away and pushed undergrowth aside. They were searching for anything that might give them a clue as to what was happening or who was doing this. Whoever it was, they'd have to kill her before getting to Blain. And she'd destroy whoever tried.

Without warning, Blain opened his eyes and sat up. It was as though he'd been jerked into position.

She saw him reach for the battle axe, and it appeared he was using his fairy powers to order up the very last dregs of his strength.

"Get behind me,Afton!" He quickly got to his feet.

"Blain, what's happening?"

"Do it now!" Blain brought his axe up, ready to swing. His enhanced eyesight scanned the nearby tree line.

Aftondid as she was told, but only so far as to stand back and to the side of him. If something was about to happen, she'd add her strength to his. Blain wouldn't have to fight without her help.

From behind a nearby tree, a strange mist appeared. It floated toward them ominously. Blain held his axe tightly.

Aftonwatched as a fierce expression covered his face. "Shayla, Hugh," she called

"Don't waste your breath,Afton. I don't think they can hear us," Blain growled. "Besides, I know who it is now." He could sense her malevolent presence. How could he not have known?

"Recognize me do you, lover?" a voice whispered from the mist.

"Show yourself, Rhiannon. Stop playing games," Blain demanded.

"Rhiannon? What are you talking about?" Afton stared at him, convinced he'd lost his mind.

"It seems your anemic little sweetheart doesn't remember me, Blain. But then we only met for a few moments."

"Show yourself," Blain repeated.

"All right. Here I am," the voice from the mist murmured.

Blain backed away, pullingAftonwith him. From the center of the mist a shape emerged. The clear outline of a woman formed, and Rhiannon stepped forward. She was wearing a long black gown. There was a bloodied knife tucked in her belt. The smile she gave Blain was menacing. He saw her lips curl cruelly, and he wondered how he could have ever thought her beautiful. She was an evil, grotesque aberration. He could feel her depravity like a disease surrounding him. His weakness was quickly dissipating. Whether it was because she had halted her torture on his senses, or because his anger was too great, he couldn't be sure. In one hand, she held a staff which had a crystal ball mounted on the top.

Her palm gripped it until her knuckles turned white, indicating her fury. Blain watched her movements closely as he gripped the handle of his axe with equal force.

"You almost killed a friend of mine." Blain glared at her and thought of Pluck's horrible wound.

"What? That insignificant little toad?" She tapped the knife in her belt. "He was nothing. None of these rejects from a fairytale mean anything to me." She tilted her head and considered Blain in his fairy form.

"Speaking of fairytales, I see you've joined Shayla's little band of merry men and women. Those wings are quite lovely. I think I'll mount them over a fireplace in the castle."

"Don't even think about it,"Aftongrowled. "And you're going to be sorry for hurting Pluck. He didn't deserve what you did to him, you savage." She would have lunged for the woman, but Blain held her back.

"Ah, yes. I remember that night at Blain's party, and how the little white Druid showed her claws."

Rhiannon paused.

"Well, let's see how well she does fighting a woman with real power."

Rhiannon raised her staff and pointed it towardAftonA beam of white energy shot from it and struck Aftonin the chest. The force knockedAftonto her knees.

"Afton!" Blain knelt to help her.

"I'm all right. It'll take more than that to do me in," she bravely rallied.

"That was nothing compared to what I'll do to you when I'm through dealing with Blain. He's the real reason I'm here." Rhiannon circled them slowly.

"You're behind everything that happened at the farm aren't you, Rhiannon?"Aftonglared at her. "Hannah Biddies was working for you wasn't she?"

"It was actually the other way around. I worked for Hannah and actually called her Mistress. 1 tried to tell her what she was doing wouldn't work, but she was a fool. Just like him." Rhiannon motioned toward the woods, and Reverend Myers stepped forward.

From the look on the man's face, Blain could tell he was under Rhiannon's power. His eyes stared into the distance, and he moved mechanically. Myers either couldn't or wouldn't make a sound. It was as though he was in some kind of zombie-like state from which he couldn't awaken.