Eternal Darkness (A Novel of the Amagarians Book 1) (16 page)

“Princess Saieke,” Tehdra
said flatly.

Saieke inclined her head. She could see
their curiosity.

“How long do you remain in the Darkage?” his
mother asked.

“I
leave tomorrow.”

“Come, please walk with me.” His mother smiled and indicated the direction they should stroll. Saieke glanced at Drac’s
closed expression.

Drac?

Go. I must confer with my enforcers
and father.

I am rolling my eyes now in exasperation at your constant need to order instead
of ask
.

She went with his mother and sister. A shiver raced up her spine at the remoteness she had seen. After the long night of intimacy, she had expected at least some warmth. His mother and sister chatted with her, and she answered as best as she could, without their noticing
her distraction.

Something was wrong, and anxiety clenched her stomach
in knots.

***

“Report,”
Drac commanded.

He was with his first and second enforcers. He commanded the one hundred thousand warriors that resided at the Northern Keep. His sister Tehdra was his captain who presided whenever he was absent. Tzar, his pregnant sister’s mate, was his second
in command.

His sister faced him. “We have tracked the presence of Mevians within the Darkage. They move with a stealth and darkness that is hard to penetrate. They are aided by at least
one elder.”

“We also suspect that the elder resides at this keep,”
Tzar said.

His father exhaled sharply. This was the first time his father had been privy to this information, and Drac saw fleeting shock chasing across his face. His father, Raki El Kyn, was close to being an elder and a powerful one at that. He had been appointed high chancellor by Gidon’s father and Raki had fulfilled his task ruthlessly. He worked closely with the warrior factions and was a member of the king’
s council.

“What is the meaning of this? There are Darkans affiliating with Mevians within our own walls? To what end?” his
father asked.

“Conspiring, not affiliating,” Tehdra said. “Since Gidon’s ascension, we have stopped three assassination attempts. They were weak and belonged to the civilians’ caste. Our investigations discovered they were
smoke screens.”

“Smoke screens for what?”
Raki demanded.

“We are not sure,” she murmured. “We dug deep and uncovered dissention. There are whispers we cannot yet trace, that speak of our King as being weak, and of The Kingmaker rising. There is another who they say is stronger who should lead us. Whoever is spreading these whispers is inciting doubt in many, that our kings’ ideals will place our kingdom in danger and we will be perceived as weak. The whispers talk of war that may visit Amagarie again, and the Darkage will need a leader who is capable of withstanding the rigors of strife and death. A leader whom the
Kingmaker approves.”

There was a long bout of silence before Drac spoke, “Tell me about the Mevians’ presence.”

Tehdra flowed to perch on a turret, frowning. “Tzar came upon a meeting while patrolling the caves of the Hoyekan forest. He scented not a Darkan, but some other. He approached and was able to see the Mevia insignia on their cowls. He
was detected.”

There was a deep pause as the implications that someone had detected Tzar’s presence sunk in. “Continue,”
Drac commanded.

“The Mevian was
shiktred
away. Tzar tried to follow but could not keep up. The speed of the one moving the infiltrator had to be very strong and powerful for Tzar to not be able to follow. It must be an elder or a high chancellor. The level of secrecy surrounding the plots against our
Ricarkri
leads me to believe it is someone powerful, respected and feared who is their leader. And without a doubt another Darkan,”
Tehdra said.

Drac felt coldness permeate his being, and his beast uncoiled inside him. His mind shifted to the Mevians who had pursued Saieke into the forest. “Mevian grand generals pursued the princess into the forest bordering this land. Their hesitation in crossing over was fleeting and they were without fear.” They were confident about their presence not being detected in
his world.

“They have Darkans working with them,”
Raki snapped.

“We need to uncover why they pursued the princess,” Tehdra said. “Then we may understand why Mevians and Darkans are working together, and what it has to do with
our king.”

Drac felt the icy rage that ran through his veins spread throughout his body. Someone who sat on Gidon’s council plotted to overthrow his rule and take Gidon’s place as king. They must know that to do so, they would have to take out his cadre as well. Whoever was planning this was confident they could assassinate his king, himself, Lachlan and Talon; then their enforcers —a feat they should know is impossible, yet they believed it. That meant they had might with them that Drac should
not underestimate.

“Tehdra, Tzar. Work relentlessly until the traitors in this keep is uncovered. When found there will be
no hearing.”

“Drac what are you saying?” his father asked. “Our king has worked tirelessly to implement laws within our society, and you threaten that foundation with
your order.”

Drac looked at his father distantly. The coldness had spread to encase everything inside of him. “They will seek to hide behind such laws to further their plot against our king. There will be no hearing, no trial.
Just retribution.”

Savage satisfaction howled inside of him when he espied a similar resolve
within Tehdra.

“Gidon will not be brought down while we live,” she swore and
shiktred
away with Tzar at
her heels.

With a nod to his father Drac flowed with the shadows, standing on the highest turret of his keep, overlooking his domain. War was inevitable…and he had a mate who could be exploited. A mate he had been thinking of claiming despite his fears.
We have to give
her up.

No,
his demon
beast hissed.

Yes…in the fight to come, I can have no weakness. They will find her, shatter her to break me, and then our kingdom will lose because we will kill and devour ceaselessly if she
is harmed.

An ache built in Drac’s chest. He could lose his mate and
his king.

Gidon was just five hundred years old, but was enormously powerful and brutal, already bonded with his beast. Only an elder within the Darkage could plot to overthrow him. Almost all the elders were fully bonded with their beasts, and to contend with one could
mean death.

Since he’d created the seven orders of law, their society had been a less barbaric one, and trade within their own walls has flourished and their kingdom had grown. How could anyone want Gidon’s demise because he wanted to make their realm prosper? The entire cadre would start a war within their kingdom, before they allowed Gidon’s death while they
were alive.

Even if it meant relinquishing all they
held dear.

Saieke strolled with Chedra and Cullen in the gardens. They bantered amicably with each other, and Saieke had settled in to knowing Drac’s family. They did not let her rank rattle them at all. Other kingdoms would have treated her with more deference. She was happy they were at ease, which made
her relaxed.

Drac’s castle was a beautiful one, in a very macabre way. Castle Kerberos had more elegance, more grace, which she attributed to the presence of the queen. Drac’s walls were adorned with few tapestries, and ferocious beast sculptures were strewn randomly about. The castle boasted over three hundred rooms and had three great courtyards that converged into one. “What is the name of this castle?” she asked trailing her fingers over the massive wings of a
sculpted dragon.

“Castle Kilindore,”
Chedra said.

What Saieke loved the most about the northern castle, was the great lake that ran from the eastern end of the castle to the southern end. She could feel the ebb and flow of the water from within the castle walls. “This is one of the most amazing courtyards I have ever seen. These stone and iron sculptures are fearsome,
yet beautiful.”

The wildness of the jungle courtyard, the different howls, roars, and cries, blended into a beautiful and strange canopy of sounds. Even though the courtyard was lit, it barely dispelled the darkness to highlight the grace of the foliage and the trees. Saieke inhaled to steady herself as her pupils contracted, expanded, and vision became much sharper. She could see beyond the darkness, out into the jungles for at least a mile. “
Oh kings…”

“Are you well?”
Chedra probed.

“I am enthralled,” she said, and then smiled at the joy in Chedra’
s laughter.

“I am happy, Princess Saieke, that you see the beauty of
our realm.”

She nodded. She could see the strange animals that wove through the underbrush, the snakes that slithered on vines and the colorful winged creatures that flew and perched from limb
to limb.

She glanced down when she felt small warm hands slip inside the folds of
her caftan.

Cullen, Drac’s nephew had really taken to her. Cullen watched her with wide eyes and with a child’s trusting nature and chattered at her incessantly. Saieke felt an ache twist inside her at the normalcy of the dark realm. Her perception had shifted so much that she really hoped she could impress upon her kingdom how much like Boreas they really were. She smiled ruefully, to think that everyone in her kingdom believed they killed their babies out of sheer savagery and lived in caves and holes in
the ground.

“Princess Saieke, please show me again,” an excited demand
from Cullen.

Saieke crouched to his level, ruffled his hair and smiled. He was a beautiful boy of only six years. His hair was multi colored with brown and streaks of russet red, but it was his eyes that captivated her. They were burnished gold with flecks of green on his iris. Devilry danced in his eyes constantly and it was apparent that he was
well loved.

She had passed a fountain earlier inside the main hall and had manipulated water for him so that it danced in the air. He had been so amazed, she
felt humbled.

Darkans themselves were ignorant of the other kingdoms and their abilities. The segregation was two-sided. They kept themselves solitary, apart from the rest of the world content to reside in darkness and treachery, unless they
were spying.

“Please do it again,”
he chortled.

She lifted him and swung him around. His loud shrieks of laughter bounced around the courtyard, and Saieke paused when she saw the tattoo of a tail on
his neck.

“Come Cullen, the princess must be tired from the castle tour and our chattering,” Chedra said laughing, rubbing her
rounded stomach.

“Absolutely not. I enjoyed every moment. I would love to show him more of
my
Shenkiri
.”

“Are you certain Princess? Would you not like to retire to your chambers and rest? Mother left to prepare the silver room for you and to assign ladies in waiting for
your needs.”

Saieke gave Chedra a lopsided smile. Pia had left earlier with the same parting remarks. She had been unsure of how to state she was in Drac’s room. She had no idea how far from his room the silver chamber was, or even if she wanted it to be known they were lovers. A blush climbed her cheeks as Chedra look at her quizzically. “I am not tired at all, and I would love to explore the courtyard with Cullen and show him the beauty of wind
and water.”

“I will accompany you. It can be intimidating to travel through the courtyard. It’s very large and teeming with wild life. If you are not familiar with the animals, one can
be scared.”

“Are they ferocious?” Saieke asked while they strolled further into the jungle-
like courtyard.

“Some.”

Chedra took a great torch with her and Saieke took one as well, not wanting to reveal that she was able to see in the dark and the why of it. “Are you not afraid of being attacked?” Saieke murmured as a piercing scream rent
the air.

Chedra laughed with surprise dancing in her eyes. “We are Darkans: the animals are wary
of us.”

“What about Cullen and other children. They are
so small.”

Hands squeezed hers and she looked down into a face scrunched up in ferocity. “I am not small. Drac says I am a big and a great Darkan, and one day I will have access to
my Lyon.”

“Forgive me; of course I know how big you are. I spoke of
other children.”

He nodded, pleased and his
mother chuckled.

“No, our children are safe. Even though their beast powers are latent until they are about one hundred years, the animals can sense something more in them. Not only that, they are faster than any creature in our world and yours. We are dominant here in
all ways.”

Saieke dipped her head under some foliage. It was really stunning. Although it looked wild and in disarray, there was still a certain organization to the design. There were clear pathways for walking that had no obstruction. There were sculptures made from onyx strewn about, and stone benches and tables were arranged everywhere. “Cullen has a dragon as well? Drac told me that your parents possess dragons and that the beasts are inherited,” she explained at the surprised look Chedra
threw her.

“I have a dragon but my mate possesses a Lyon. Cullen has inherited a Lyon as my mate’s beast is more dominant
than mine.”

“I thought that only the same beasts mated, as your parents both
have dragons.”

“That is normally the way of it, but we don’t choose who we mate. It just happens and to deny that connection is impossible. When Tzar and I mated with different beasts, it was the fifth in our history. Many said we were an abomination as the power of the child we brought forth is unknown until he is grown and his tattoo is
fully formed.”

“How awful,” Saieke breathed. “Why would it be
an abomination?”

“There may be a convergence of the two beasts, and for some, the idea is abhorrent. We have people that are full of fear and prejudice as well in
our society.”

“But Cullen will only have a Lyon?” Saieke asked
with curiosity.

Chedra’s lips flattened. “His Lyon has formed already, but I can see the outline of wings forming on its back. We do not worry; it’s only a few that have such a perception and their perception cannot
harm us.”

Cullen shouted. He released her hands and ran to a fountain and started to splatter the water. It gurgled powerfully and in abundance. Saieke laughed at his excitement, waved then spiral water towards him. He reached out to touch it and the wide smile on his face was the sweetest one she had seen all day. She blew wind and created several ice sculptures. She heard Chedra’s gasp of amazement as she formed several birds and animals out
of ice.

“That is so amazing, Princess Saieke,” Chedra
cried clapping.

She flashed over to her. “Please let us not be formal with names anymore. Call
me Saieke.”

Chedra gave her a blinding smile with a
firm nod.

Cullen demanded more
and more.

“I will need
more water.”

“Please Mother; can we go to
the lake?”

“No Cullen,” Chedra said firmly. “We will disturb many of our lake friends with our noise
and antics.”

“How about our cave of dragon?”
he yelped.

Chedra looked at Saieke. “Our cave of dragon has deep underground tunnels and waterfalls that converge into a deep body of water, which is about two miles wide. Nothing lives
in it.”

“Waterfalls underground?” Saieke
asked excitedly.

“Several waterfalls and caverns. There is also a pool of hot water in the midst
of everything”

“I would love
to visit.”

“Are you sure? It is very far away, and you have not rested or eaten again as yet. I would not want Cullen to exhaust you when mother has planned a wonderful dinner
for you.”

“Far from it.” Saieke laughed. “I leave the Darkage soon. I hope to return if my people agree, but I want to explore as much as I can before my departure. And I do miss the roars of the falls, the foams and power of
the water.”

“I will have to carry you,”
Chedra said.

“Absolutely not!” Saieke glared
at her.

Chedra giggled. That was one sound Saieke thought she would never hear from
a Darkan.

“The cave is more than a thousand miles away. If you flash it will take longer than if I simply
shiktre
with you.”

“You are with child and I am grown,”
Saieke said.

“I am ten times stronger that you, Princess. It would be
no hardship.”

“I would still be more comfortable flashing,” Saieke laughingly said. “It will give me the chance to see where I am going. When I travel with Drac, it is as if we simply disappear to
appear again.”

Chedra nodded. “Follow, yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Cullen
crowed triumphantly.

Saieke laughed and followed. She whipped the wind beneath her feet and propelled herself
with speed.

“Look,” Cullen shouted, “Princess Saieke
is flying!”

They limited themselves to her speed, and he appeared before her with his face a mask of amazement and curiosity. “Are
you flying?”

“No, I harness both wind and water. I generate a rush of wind to propel me forward. It is somewhat faster
that flashing.”

“Oh” he said then gave her a mischievous smile, “watch me.” He ran before her, stopped and launched himself into the air like a great cat. He jumped more than ten feet to perch on a limb. He jumped from trees to trees
travelling overhead.

“That’s amazing,” Saieke said to Chedra, who was keeping pace
beside her.

“He can spring that high due to the Lyon in him. Even though the young ones cannot yet start drawing on the powers of their beasts, they have several characteristics
from birth.”

“There is so much about Darkans that is unknown
to me.”

“Many of us are ignorant about the other kingdoms as well. Theoretically we know that there are persons who manipulate the
Shenkiri
water, fire, wind, sound, light and earth, but we do not know how or the extent of their powers,” Chedra said. “Most of the ignorance belongs to the civilians of our world however, as Darkans have met other Amagarians on
the battlefield.”

“Why is it so?”
Saieke asked.

“We are reviled. In the past our ventures into other kingdom were met with revulsion. When we are encountered, people react defensively and when we counter-attack and eliminate threats to ourselves, our savagery inspires more fear. We tend to keep within
our kingdom.”

“Are you saying that Darkans do not live in other kingdoms
at all?

“It’s
very rare.”

She had only flashed for about ten minutes when they came to a stop at a cave entrance that was covered
in vines.

“This is the cave of dragon,” Chedra said. “It was discovered by my ancestors hundreds of
years ago.”

She parted the vines that hung like curtains and stepped inside. Saieke followed her absorbing the essence of the cave. Chedra lit several other torches in the mouth of the cave that created a chain reaction and many others lit in rows and rows in the cave. They flashed inside and Saieke lips parted at the beauty of the cave. The main area had a waterfall gushing from the rock into a deep and wide body of water. The walls of the caves had several drawings depicting man and beasts struggling for dominion. It was fierce
and riveting.

There were six tunnels that branched off, and Saieke reached out with her senses to feel the waters. The tunnels ran for miles with water at the end of each tunnel. There were several steps that led to a ground floor in the cave. Some sort of vine ran on the walls with flowers of gold and scarlet colors adorning it. At the center, was a pool of heated water that had gold glistening on the floor of the pool that created a shimmering effect on
the surface.

“This is very beautiful.” She flashed up the steps, testing the energy of the waters. “Are we to explore any of
these tunnels?”

“We can. Let’s go down this one. It is mine and Tehdra’s favorite. At the end of this tunnel, there the three waterfalls converge into a
great pool.”