“That’s it, Astasha.” The amber tendrils of flame moved like grass in the wind, swaying and swirling about. Tasha stood amid them, coaxing them from the scars on her chest. But they began to wane and dissipate. “You must concentrate.” Said Helia. A darkness began to seep into them as Astasha’s jaw clenched and her eyes snapped open with a groan of frustration, the flames dying in the air. “I am trying, damnit!” Helia looked at her with compassion and sighed. “You’ve done well. We’ll try again later.” Slumping down on a small boulder, the young Fire Sorceress put her face in her hands. The two were camped out in a small cavern that had formed amongst the rocky terrain that bordered the Land of the Dead. It was the first true cover they had had since leaving the Guard Post almost a fortnight ago, and they had decided to stay there and rest for a couple of days. That first night, when Astasha realized what it was this Dark Mage truly wanted her for, she had considered slipping a
Over the next couple of nights, Astasha had begun mastering her ability to draw out the power of light within her, learning to harness it and manipulate it into many forms. They had tested it as much as they could, but it never seemed to have an effect on its target, spurring Helia’s conclusion that it would only do damage to that which harbored evil within. Astasha had been secretly hoping that their delay in the cavern would give Calder time to catch up to them had his plan been successful. But as the sun set on what they had decided would be their last day in the cave, that hope faded with the light. Since she had sent the little ball of fire and light to him, she thought perhaps their connection would rekindle, but alas, it still felt distant, and the tether frailer by the day. Tasha stood at the mouth of the rock formation and looked out into the dying light. He wasn’t coming. Something must have happened. She knew Calder would have done everything in his power to keep h
The moment Astasha and Helia disappeared into the forest, Calder turned to Talib. “Now for the hard part.” He headed toward the castle as his Captain shook his head. “I thought that was the hard part.” Cal knew he would be waiting for them, and so he was. Standing like a pillar of doom near the servant’s entrance, was the High Sorcerer. “We will find them, you know. And now, thanks to you, both have been marked as traitors to their kind, punishable not only by the stripping of their powers, but by death.” The Prince stopped only inches away from the man he was growing to loath more and more. “Thanks to you, Your Royal Highness.” Alaric cocked his head ever so slightly, a sneer fighting to cross his face. “Your Royal Highness.” Calder looked him dead in the eyes. “You will never find them. But mark my words, once you have exhausted your resources trying to do so, I will personally make sure that all the land knows, you wasted precious time chasing after a young, innocent woman,
Astasha and Calder were just about to try to find their way back to the cavern to get Helia, when they heard footsteps. Pulling his sword, Cal stepped in front of Tasha, ready to protect his love. But a small torch came into view, followed by none other than the older Fire Sorceress. “Helia!” Said Astasha, stepping around the Prince. The woman breathed in relief. “Thank the Goddess.” Her eyes moved to Calder. “Your Highness!” She bowed before returning her attention to Tasha. “What happened? I woke to what felt like a tidal wave of energy and a blinding light, and then I realized you were gone!” “I’m fine. We’re both… there was no danger.” She couldn’t help but blush. Helia looked between the two and a sly grin appeared on her face. “Love and light indeed.” Hoping to avoid further embarrassing discussion, Calder stepped forward. “Sorceress, I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude. You kept your word, and in return I give mine… whatever favor you should ask of me, if it’
“Astasha! Helia! It’s so good to see you both again!” Narelle turned to Talib, who looked shocked and relieved all at the same time. “I told you, three travelers, returning safely. You must trust the runes or they won’t trust you.” Calder was desperately trying to hide a smirk. “Yes, I can see you were terribly worried about us.” “I knew you were fine. The whole bloody camp was hooting and hollering about your safe return.” Countered the Captain. “It’s so good to see you both,” Interjected Astasha before the banter could continue between the two friends. “I’m surprised we got to see you so quickly.” Said Talib. “I would have thought it was a different tent you’d be off to first.” He winked and Cal shot him a look that was unmistakably a warning to shut his mouth. They were all saved from further awkwardness, however, by the entrance of another friendly face. “Your Highness! I heard you had returned. I have good news.” “Zephyr!” Tasha was shocked to see the old mage ente
While the voices of soldiers and the clang of metal echoed outside the tent, inside was silent as Astasha processed what it was she was hearing. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Calder couldn’t give up the throne, not now, not ever. It was what he was destined for. If there was anything she was certain of, it was that he would be the greatest ruler Trenue had ever seen. How could he even fathom stepping down? “Tasha…” He tried to pull her closer to him but she stepped away. “No.” It was all she could get herself to say. “It was the only way—“ “There are always other options, Calder.” She could feel the tornado of emotions between the two of them growing but she didn’t know if she could control it. He studied her in silence for a moment before sighing deeply. “When it comes to you, there aren’t. You are my only option, the only one I want, the only thing I need, and if having you, knowing you are safe, being with you, being able to love you without all this shit costs me t
It was another quiet walk through the camp, with the occasional soldier stopping them to ask a question, or a squire with a message for the Prince. Calder led them past the War Tent, and off to a secluded area at the eastern base of the hill, where a large, lone shelter was in place, with two guards at its entrance. “This is ours.” He said as they approached. The young men bowed as he stopped before them. “Would one of you go and fetch Captain Talib please. He’ll relieve you of your post when he arrives.” “Yes, Your Highness.” The older of the two responded before striding off into the growing dusk. Cal held open the curtain for Astasha and motioned for her to enter. She glanced at the other soldier, her mind suddenly filled with uncertainty about being seen entering the Prince’s private lodgings. “I told you, everyone here knows. There’s no point in hiding our relationship,” he said. She took a breath before walking inside. “Just because they know, doesn’t mean everyon
It wasn’t long after Astasha had settled on the bed and meticulously checked every piece of meat and cheese for poison, that she heard voices outside the tent. The conversation between Talib and Calder was short and tepid, very unlike the two. The enemy would have quick work in dividing and conquering them if they did most of it themselves. The thought made Tasha sigh with resignation as she realized this stubborn and haughty approach would do nothing to help her win this fight, with Cal or the Dark Mage. It wasn’t that she was angry with her Prince for making the decision he made. It was that he felt he had to make it at all. She was heartbroken for him, for them. Her anger was designated for all those who had brought him to that conclusion, who had led them to the position they now found themselves in; the High Council, those who had made the laws that governed their love and those who refused to see outside them, her grandmother, and father, the demon, and most of all, the dar