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Inito. I'm super excited!! As one last push to get you nearly as excited as I am, here is the first chapter of the book. After all, I can throw my writing at you all day, but if you don't think it's good, then what's the point, right? Also, since I know it's a little much to ask of new readers to jump into a second book without having read the first, my publisher has agreed to lower
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So enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE
The witch of light is born with three fundamental abilities:
The gift of healing, the gift of tongues, and the gift of connection. She can
heal any wound she can physically touch, understand any written or spoken
language, and connect to emotions in such a way that she persuades those around
her. These are the foundation of her abilities, contained by the boundaries of
fate. But if an evolution were to take place, if the nature of this magic
changed altogether, the boundaries would cease to exist. It would be Inito.
“Wynn.”
Gethin's voice seemed to hook
onto my drifting soul, connecting it like a tether back to the world of the
living. In one moment—a timeless moment that could have been minutes or years—I
was between death and life. In the next, his voice called out to me, commanding
my soul to return to him. I held onto that tether with all my energy.
I did not hear his voice
again, but I knew in some way that I was leaving the darkness. It changed,
shifting from an oppressive space in time to a more physical state of
unconsciousness. I began to feel again. I felt emotion, which had not been in
my time apart from life, then hope, and finally some impatience in my desire to
see Gethin again. I gradually became aware of a rocking motion as I woke. I
knew that I was warm, and felt arms holding me safely.
I felt my lungs expand with
air before they let out a contented sigh.
The rocking stopped, and that
voice said my name again. “Wynn?” Gethin asked.
I opened my heavy eyelids.
Bright sunlight blurred my vision for a moment, but I could tell I was still in
the forest near the elven border.
Gethin hugged me closer to
him, and I felt the soft tickle of fur blankets under my chin. “Fates,” he
breathed in relief, kissing the top of my head. “You're awake.”
The forest began to come into
focus, and I saw then that I was high off the ground. A horse shifted under me,
and I became aware of the hardness of a saddle beneath me. Gethin had me
cradled against him with my legs draped over his right one and my torso
supported by his arms. A cocoon of dark fur blankets wound from my neck down
over my feet.
I wiggled my arms
experimentally. Other than being trapped by the blankets, I knew I could move
easily. I felt strong.
“How do you feel?” Gethin
asked.
I licked dry lips and tried my
voice. “Good,” I said clearly. I smiled and craned my neck to look at his face at
last. It felt like years had separated us.
His dark brown eyes, nearly as
black as his tousled hair, gazed down at me with relief. With my eyes, I traced
the strong outline of his face down to his angled jaw, covered with a black
shadow of beard growth. Two slightly bowed lips smiled slowly. “Welcome back.”
I struggled to free my arms,
and with amusement Gethin helped me push the blankets down. I flung my arms
tightly around his neck, raising my body so I could bury my face in the crook
of his neck. “You saved me.”
His embrace locked me tight to
him. “Only just. Thank you for coming back.”
I inhaled the smell of pine
from his skin and reveled in the fact that I could touch him. I wasn't sure I
could let go.
But then Gethin loosened his
hold, and I could sense he wanted to talk, so I pulled away from him and
settled back into the blankets. The air was refreshingly cold, at least
compared to the void of feeling I had just come from.
The warlock spoke as he
arranged the blankets back over me. “I am sure you have some questions, but
first I want you to know that Alexandria is gone.”
“I know,” I replied softly.
He tucked a strand of my blond
hair behind my ear. “I could not be sure you had heard before you...” He
faltered.
“Left,” I helped. “Although I
do not think I died.”
He grimaced. “Someday, after I
have gotten over the shock of you being here again, I am going to be angry at
you for that.”
“That's fair,” I conceded.
“For now, I am just glad you
are whole. I would have waited in the cabin for you to wake, but we needed keep
moving. I suspected Alexandria had more soldiers not far away. They would have
seen that flash of light.”
I remembered the small cottage
Queen Alexandria had lived in, waiting for me to come to her with the lunula,
to bring her ultimate power and control. The building had been tucked between
two giant trees in a forest, and several guards surrounded it. “Did you kill
the other soldiers?”
“Aias did before I even got to
you.”
I peered around his shoulder
to look behind the horse, and saw a small train following us. Aias, an elf and
friend to Gethin, sat astride a black horse. He led two other mounts that
pulled a wooden cart stacked with provisions.
“Are we going to meet with
your men, then?” I asked Gethin.
“If they are still there,” he
replied. “They were low on provisions.”
I waved to Aias, and he
inclined his head in return. The elf had long, white hair, a slender build, and
green eyes the color of spring.
Turning back to Gethin, I
queried, “And what then?”
“Then things get complicated.
First, we must find them.”
Gethin was in control of a
detachment of about one hundred men, brought from his kingdom of Dristol to my
kingdom, Irador. The two lands had been separated for many years by fear and
hatred. Irador had command of Dristol, and only recently had I learned of the
oppression Gethin's people suffered because of it. Now that Queen Alexandria,
former ruler of Irador (and complete lunatic), was gone there would surely be
changes.
Gethin started the horse
forward. “There is another thing we must talk about before anything else.
Something extraordinary happened when you gave your aura to me.”
I had somehow forgotten about
my own magical abilities, even though it was at the root of all that had
happened to us just hours before. I was born as a witch of light and Gethin a
warlock of darkness. We were meant to be each other's counterpart and mortal
enemy. Only one of each is born every one hundred years, and historically the
warlock always sought out the witch in order to steal her power. It had never
ended well.
But somehow, with us, fate
changed. Brought together by chance and the dangerous plot of my former queen,
we had found solace in one another in place of fear or power lust. In each
other we saw only companionship. Unfortunately, Alexandria succeeded in
obtaining great power from an artifact called the lunula. In order to defeat
her, I had known Gethin would need the addition of my magic. I was already
wounded and dying, so instead of forcing him to kill me and take the power, as
had been done in the past, I gave it to him.
I knew something extraordinary
had happened just before my death. I felt our auras combine, and saw a bright
flash of light that ended Alexandria's life. The question now remained: Was I
powerless? I closed my eyes and searched for the light that ordinarily thrummed
within me. Rather than seeing that light, I could almost sense it, and in some
of my darkest moments that warmth had brought me irreplaceable comfort.
My eyes flew open. “It's still
there,” I said in awe.
“Look again,” Gethin
suggested.
I did, and this time I could
sense the power that pushed to be released. Before my magic had manifested
itself as a white glow. Now, a gray essence seemed to coil and writhe from one
source, striking like lightning with long-reaching tendrils. Rather than one
spot of warmth, I sensed a power that coursed through my whole body with every
beat of my heart.
I opened my eyes again, this
time frowning in thought. “What is it?”
Gethin paused, before
admitting,“I am not sure.”
I leaned my head against his
shoulder, feeling the pull of his muscles as he supported my weight. “What
happened after they joined together?”
I felt his voice low in his
chest as he answered. “From what I could tell, the merging of light and dark
was a violent reaction. There were two waves of light after they came together,
one white and the other black. My theory is that they were aftershocks of power
that were a result of the force we created. The first one, according to Aias,
burned Alexandria to death in an instant. The second dissipated without any
lasting effect.”
“Why did the light burn her
and the dark not?”
I felt him shrug. “Aias
believes it had something to do with the lunula, that perhaps that magic was
drawn to the light object and consumed the queen. Because there was nothing to
draw the dark, it did not attach to anything.”
“Hmm,” I mused.
“I have the same feelings,”
Gethin said.
“So when the auras
welded...the dark did not absorb the light?”
“Right.” Gethin steered the
horse around a large, fallen tree limb, and we began to amble up the side of a
hill. “I think the act of giving made it different. It was almost as if it was
meant to be that way all along. Balanced.”
“Much more tidy,” I thought
out loud. “It is as if everyone else in history got it wrong.”
“I think that is as good an
explanation as we can get with so little information,” Gethin said, giving me a
squeeze. “That is, without a divine revelation from the Fates. Maybe we should
pray,” he teased.
“They don't deserve it,” I
said bitterly. The Fates, seven deities who controlled the paths of life in our
world, had made us in the first place as weapons in their war for balance
between the three Fates of chaos and the three Fates of order. The Median Fate
acted as the arbiter.
“Probably not.”
A distant memory of anger
pervaded my thoughts, but I couldn't seem to locate the source. Like a dream
forgotten that left behind only emotions, I felt that there was something
important I had experienced. But then it slipped away just as quickly as it had
come, and I turned my thoughts to our journey.
If Gethin's men were still
where we had left them, they would not be far from where Alexandria had made
her camp. Both locations were near the elven border, which lined the top of
Irador's lands. These forests were hidden within the mountains of the north,
and as such, winter seemed to be arriving quickly. Already, the hues of autumn
rained down around us as leaves in orange, red, and brown colors fell from the
branches above. Dips and crests of hills rolled through the woods, and as they
grew larger I knew we would soon be upon the Dristolian army.
When the afternoon sun began a
slope toward the horizon, I heard the hum of low voices just over the ridge of
a steep hill. Gethin angled our horse to go around the base of the incline,
where a narrow valley was disguised between two hills. That was where we had
last left the army.
I lifted my head from his
shoulder. “I hope they are alright. They had almost no food when we left them.”
“Starvation would have made
them quieter,” the captain said drily.
“State your purpose,” a guard
called from behind one of the trees.
“Greetings Fannar, Geir,”
Gethin gestured to the trees with a nod.
“Sir!” The two soldiers
emerged from their hiding places.
Fannar, a stocky man with
short brown hair and giant arms, smiled and bowed his head. “Welcome, sir.
Should I lead the horse and cart in?”
“Yes, and then take inventory
of the supplies. Geir, go and retrieve Erik for me.”
Both soldiers hurried to their
tasks, and Gethin led the horse into the camp. Before we had made it around the
curve of the hill, Aias drew up alongside us. His tilted green eyes spoke his
discomfort. “I will part ways with you now, King Gethin.”
Gethin stopped our horse.
“Will you go back to Makynae?”
Aias shrugged one slim
shoulder. “I have little choice.”
“You have a place in my army
if you wish it,” the Dristolian king offered.
“No.” The elf seemed to be
mildly amused by that thought. “I thank you, I will take my chances with my
uncle.”
“You betrayed him,” Gethin
reminded him.
“He betrayed his word,” Aias
replied confidently. “We will reach an understanding I am sure.”
“With his son safe, you likely
will.”
Aias gave a short nod. “We
will find a way to mend what has happened.”
“Then, good luck to you,”
Gethin said.
“And to you. Farewell, Wynn.”
“Goodbye, Aias,” I smiled.
“Thank you for all you have done.”
The elf, looking somehow
forlorn and even a little lost, turned his horse and made his way north into
the woods and back to his people. King Lycus, his uncle, had exchanged me to
Alexandria in return for his son, not heeding the possible consequences. Aias
had been the only elf willing to follow Gethin and save my life. I owed him so
much, and yet there was little I could do or say to show him the depth of my
gratitude. Elves were removed from humans in many ways, and we did not share
compassionate bonds.
“I hope he will be alright,” I
said as we came upon the busy camp.
“I have a feeling that he can
hold his own against Lycus.” Gethin reined in the horse and dismounted, holding
his hands up to help me down. “For now, my attention should be elsewhere,” he
looked at me pointedly.
I grinned as he slowly lowered
me to the ground. That sounded good to me.
Erik, brother to Gethin and
second in line for the throne, joined us as we were unpacking bags from the
horse's saddle. He looked very like Gethin, only thinner, with chaotic black
hair and a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. He studied us with pursed lips.
“Welcome, brother.”
Gethin handed the Dristolian
prince a leather bag. “I will take your full report in a moment, but what is
the short version?
“We're bored,” Erik stated.
I laughed under my breath.
“And?” Gethin asked.
“And we have no idea what has
been happening. Just this morning we spotted a bright flash of light some
leagues away, and now you show up like nothing has happened at all.” Erik
shouldered the bag and we made our way into the camp toward the captain's tent.
“So you tell me the short version.”
I carried the folded furs
under my arms, and it pushed my cloak open, revealing my dirty white dress
covered in blood stains from my mortal injury.
Erik stopped and his eyes
widened with silent questions.
Gethin propelled him forward
with a push to his shoulder, and turned to me, pulling my cloak closed. “There
is no short version. I just want to be sure you have all found food and
survived.”
“Barely, but yes, we are
managing,” Erik replied.
“Fine. Have Bevan meet with
Fannar at the cart of supplies I brought and begin portioning everything out.
Spread the word that we will leave in the morning, and have the men make
preparations for our travel. Then I will give you the full version.”
Erik looked dubious. “At your
command, sir.”
“And Erik,” Gethin added.
“What?”
“Give me that bag.”
Erik tossed it back to Gethin,
who juggled it with the two other packs he carried, and we wove through the
surprised crowd of soldiers. They all looked immensely relieved to see their
king back alive, but they had to be wondering what had happened. The last they
saw of us was before we entered the elven borders, before the lunula had been
found, and before anyone even knew I was the witch.
Gethin nodded to many of his
men, assuring them with his confidence, until we finally reached the canvas
tent set aside for the leader of the army. At the moment, Erik had his bedroll
and belongings scattered along the dirt ground off to the right of the
enclosure. Gethin dropped the bags on the left, and then took the furs from me,
spreading them out. “I thought you might want to change before we meet with Erik
and the others.”
I glanced down at my
blood-stained abdomen. “Why?” I smiled.
The tension in his face eased
as his mouth curved into a smile of his own. “It did seem to shut Erik up.”
I shrugged. “I have nothing to
change into, anyway. The elves kept all my clothes.”
Gethin prodded a bag with the
toe of his boot, the one Erik had held. “If you can stomach it, the queen had
no use for hers any more. I took a few from her wardrobe.”
I made a disgusted face. “Oh,
well...I mean she had probably not worn them yet, anyway. I heard that she
never wears the same dress twice.”
“They looked new,” Gethin said
hopefully.
I sighed resignedly. “And I
really cannot be picky.” I picked up the bag and gave Gethin one last weak
smile. “I will be quick.”
Gethin left me in privacy to
sort through my new wardrobe.
He had packed me three
dresses, all ornate and embarrassingly opulent. I set aside a green gown, and
then carefully folded the others back into the bag. There was also a thick
cloak, lined with fur for the winter months. The dress was complicated, and
took me some time to figure out, but in the end, I was able to lace it up
properly before someone marched in on me.
I latched the black, fur-lined
cloak over my shoulders, impressed by the quality, and thankful that at least I
would be kept warm from the chilly air. When I pushed aside the flaps of the
tent, the warm glow of sunset had darkened the shadows of the camp, and the
evening meal was underway. Most of the soldiers had gathered around the warm
coals of three fires, all of them holding trenchers or bowls with meager
portions of food. I suddenly felt guilty for the time I had spent waiting in
Makynae, well fed and safe indoors.
Gethin, some distance away and
in conference with his right-hand man, Bevan, saw me emerge from the tent and
made his way to me after a last word with his soldier. He had changed as well,
trading his dirty tunic and white shirt for a simple, brown, cotton top he must
have borrowed from one of the men. He, too, had left everything but his sword
and cloak in Makynae. As he reached me, Gethin swirled his cloak over his
shoulders and latched it at the front. “You look beautiful,” he said to me.
“Thank you,” I smiled
self-consciously.
Gethin took my hand. “Are you
hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Defeating tyrannical monarchs
will do that to you,” he said in mock solemnity.
As we neared the throng of
soldiers, I asked, “Do you have a plan to speak to the lords of Irador about
your people?”
“Yes, I had an idea in mind.
We will discuss it after dinner and solidify the details before leaving
tomorrow.” We stopped at the edge of the group. “The hard part is done, now. We
can figure everything else out as we go along.”
By everything else, I had to
assume he meant our mysterious new power and uncertain future. “I trust you,” I
replied, infusing my sincerity into my words in place of the ability I had to
connect emotionally with others. Our gifts did not work on each other, but that
did not impede our ability to feel for and link to one another on a completely
different level. Gethin was teaching me to trust and love—something I had never
known before.
Gethin leaned forward,
presumably with the intention of kissing me in full view of all his soldiers.
But then a sound from the distance split the air with urgency. “To arms!” a man
shouted.
Then an arrow pierced Gethin's
leg.
