Calder thought back to the last night he had shared with Astasha before hell had literally been unleashed. She had held his hand over her scar and told him to feel the energy coming off of it, the energy around it, to pull it to him. She had shown him how to use it to create a magical tether around her wrist. He had seen the flames reaching out for each other as they made love. More than anything though, he could feel the connection they shared, the life force that beat inside one another. The reason he felt despair when he thought her name wasn't because of what he had seen, it wasn't because he hadn't been able to protect her; it was because part of him was dying, the part of him that was her. It was being slowly consumed by an evil only she could fight, and he knew he had to reach her, to reconnect the two halves back into a whole so that she knew she wasn’t alone, that it was safe to wake up, that he would never leave her side again. He didn't care that everyone was staring, wi
Recounting the events in the clearing was one of the most difficult things Astasha had ever done. But she fueled the rage and hate inside her to get through it, and when she came to the demon’s assault, Helia had stepped in, insisting there was no need for her to re-live such things. Tasha was grateful for her mercy, though there wouldn’t have been much that would have aided them had she continued. All that had happened once the demon had descended upon her seemed fragmented and blurred in her mind. She had expected her story to be difficult to tell, but what she hadn’t expected was how difficult it was to listen to Calder's. The pain in his eyes when he looked at her, remembering what he had had to witness, what he had endured to try to save her; he was a stronger man than most. His fingers had remained laced with hers the entire time. Even when they had laid him down to treat his wounds, his hand stayed firmly linked with her own. No one said anything about it, either because the
Silence washed over the couple as they looked at each other. What does one say after facing what they had? Calder opened his mouth to speak, looking over the bruises and swollen flesh on Astasha's face. His brow furrowed and his lips closed into a thin line, exhaling sharply. His free hand lifted toward it, but his fingers hesitated and gently ran down her braid of hair instead. He shook his head. "I'm so sorry." The look of pain in his eyes... He began to say more but Astasha lifted her hand and gently placed her fingers against his lips. "Cal…" Her gaze melted into tenderness. “Tasha–” "I know all the things you would say to me. But you don't have to say them. None of this was your fault. There was nothing you could have done to change what happened. You did everything you could, to the point of death. But we're both here. We were given more time together. Let's not waste it saying things that need not be spoken." She moved her hand to cup his cheek and he reached his own up,
Astasha knew these trees. She had been here before, but when, she couldn't remember. The forest was cold and dead. She found her feet moving slowly across the hard earth, but the sound of leaves crunching and breaking beneath them was absent. The only noise was an eerie breeze that surrounded her, whispering through the woods. Slowly, she made her way through the branches until her eyes fell upon a sight that made her breath catch. A dark stone castle stood before her, parts of it crumbling away, other parts overrun and overcrowded with ivy and plants void of life. It looked to have been abandoned long ago. A chill ran down her spine as if someone was watching her. 'Astasha.' That voice. It came from everywhere and nowhere. She had heard it before, and again it made her heart pound in her chest. 'It has begun. Everything that was shall burn. A new world will rise from the ashes. Seek for your answers here. Embrace the truth, Astasha. Set the darkness free.’ Her breath was labo
Knowing she wasn't going crazy had helped calm Astasha down a little bit. Well, maybe she was going crazy and it had just passed to Calder through their connection. But it was some comfort at least to know she wasn't going insane on her own. Errant had insisted on tabling all further discussions until he felt she was stable enough to continue. She had unknowingly attacked her friends and allies twice now, and not only was guilt beginning to gnaw at her soul, but a fear that something was truly wrong with her had settled in her heart. Now that the new Water Witch had arrived (Narelle, as Tasha learned she was called), a healing ritual was immediately performed on both Astasha and Calder. Much to everyone's relief, it seemed to have the desired effect, helping the cuts and bruises to mend, and their internal injuries to heal to a more stable state. But the Fire Sorceress knew there was damage she would bear that no amount of magic or time could fix. Once they had finished, a small
As much as Astasha wanted to believe the Water Witch’s little trick would work, she knew better than to hope. But Cal had been so relieved at the notion that she might not have to face the terror of the Ritual Stone again, she couldn’t bring herself to be the bearer of reality. Instead, she had put her focus on determining the location of the dead forest and stone palace she had seen, but Calder insisted she needed more rest first. Errant had agreed, though he assured her he would personally see to it that every map available in the palace was brought to his study. There had been a tense moment upon their return to the Healing Ward, in which the Prince and Grand Sorcerer had come to a heated disagreement about where exactly Astasha was to rest, Errant insisting she stay there, Calder convinced a proper bed was what she needed. But Tasha was desperate to leave the ward, and upon Sorcerer Terrin’s inspection of her wounds, the Grand Sorcerer had at last seceded. Cal left immediately
Astasha came out of a deep sleep, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she had slept that peacefully, and waking up meant facing reality again. It had been too perfect of a fantasy for her to leave it now. An arm was wrapped around her, and she felt a gaze upon her, along with the sensation of deep affection flowing through her very being. Perhaps the fantasy wasn’t over after all. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open to find Calder watching her, a small smile upon his lips. "Hello, my beautiful sorceress." She couldn't help but smile back at him. "Well, hello, my handsome Prince." He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her gently before going back to watching her. "What?" She asked playfully. He shook his head. "I was just thinking about how this was the first time I've gotten to actually sleep next to you undisturbed, to wake up and see your gorgeous face without anything happening." Astasha blushed. "Don't get too used to it." S
Errant's study was much like a smaller war room, combined with a library, tossed into a witch's workshop. There were shelves lined with scrolls and books, desks with herbs and crystals, and a table in the middle covered with maps and other writings. It wasn't a small room, per se, but with Astasha, Calder, Talib, the King, and the five other sorcerers, it felt a bit cramped. Errant closed the door and turned to the group. "I know the fewer who know all of the details the better, so my hope is that between those of us here, we might be able to put some of the pieces to this puzzle together before the High Council arrives." “Screw the High Council,” said Talib, making Errant’s brow furrow and a few of the sorcerers gasp. “We need to figure out how to kill the fucking thing.” The King put a hand on the Captain’s shoulder. “I know you thirst for blood, but we must first determine its motives and how it might strike again.” “Exactly.” Said Errant. “So where do we begin?” Everyone se