Ever Shade (12 page)

The blue fire was glowing all around her, crackling and popping all around. The walls seemed to be close to her, enveloping her like a cocoon. She stood up from the ground where she had woken. Is this real? A dream? She did not know. She felt the walls with her hands. The walls were hard, cool stone and the sound of her own breath echoed around her; but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The fire came from the other side of the room. It stood like a pillar, the size of a man. In fact, as she stared longer into the flowing flames, the image of a man surfaced on the fire. She gasped. The man’s eyes were closed and his hands laid crossed over each other on the hilt of a gleaming sword. The blade glowed with blue fire too. Its hilt was made of red dark rubies; the red flames spread from his hands onto the blade of his sword.

Shade walked towards him, asking who he was. He didn’t respond to her inquiries, no matter how much she pleaded with him. She kept walking towards him slowly, her feet were bare but they did not feel cold on the stones like she thought they should. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached out to the man. “Help
me,”
she whispered to him, her voice faint and weak. Her fingers were almost about to touch the blue flame engulfing his body. She felt afraid, not knowing if the flames would burn or scald her hand. She needed to wake him, to make him help her out of this place, this tomb. His eyes flew open, bright white light poured out of them and his mouth as he opened it. A sound quite like loud ethereal music filled her ears to the point she had to cover them. The music seemed to scream into her. The words came now and they were booming.

“
AWAKEN NOW AND RUN SHADE!”

*****

S
hade’s eyes flew open. It was very dark and it took a moment or two for her eyes to focus and readjust. Was she awake or dead? Where was she? She felt panicked and couldn’t breathe. She reached over to the lamp on the side of the bed but without any light, she fumbled and sent the lamp smashing to the floor. The nightmare left her with a dull ache in her head and the disorientation made her panic. Just then, the room lit up around her like a spotlight. She stopped fumbling and stared at the silver and crystal mirror. It was aflame in blue fire dripping out like liquid molten rock, and it was crackling with white electricity. It poured out of the rippling surface, down the table and into the middle of the room into a shape of a pillar. The pillar morphed into a man.

Darren.

She screamed but then realized that no one could hear her through the solid rock walls. She pulled the blankets off her but did not have time to even get out of the bed, and head for the door before he had jumped onto her. He pushed her down and smacked her face. His cold laugh rung through her ears as he looked down at her, watching her squirm and kick helplessly.

His eyes pierced her as they gazed into her face. He had her pinned under his legs and squeezed her arms so hard, she felt them aching and burning in protest. There were surely bruises forming and marking her skin. He smacked her again so hard that stars flared in front of her eyes. She was almost blacking out and felt the iron taste of blood, warm and thick, in her mouth. The left side of her face felt on fire.

When her vision cleared, she took in the horror of Darren on fire. His blue flames roared around them but nothing burned yet, as though his fire was cool to the touch. To Shade’s surprise, she wasn’t burning under his grip. She struggled and squirmed in his hold but couldn’t move an inch. He must have given her a concussion or something. She could feel the room spin around her and her stomach lurched with the nausea. She blinked and tried to focus. “Darren, let me go, what do you want?” She coughed up a mouthful of blood and spit.

He laughed at her. “You pathetic mortal, I forgot how much you can bleed and injure so easily. No true fey would be so fragile. My apologies, of course. I do wonder though, why you aren’t burning up slowly into crumbly ash. I always did like to watch mortals turn into dust while I burn them. I’m just a little bit sick like that.” He snarled at her and hopped off the bed, never turning his glare from her. “Show me what you got, Shade. I want to know why you’re so special. What’s your secret? What is it that Jack won’t tell me?” His faced morphed from mocking to angry as his fire was flickering in and out. The fire flashed the room like a strobe, bright and it was disorientating. Shade tried to stand grabbing the nightstand and pulling herself upright. She could barely balance on her flimsy legs.

“There is nothing special about me, Darren. I’m just part fey, that’s what Ilarial said. That’s why they need me to get the Santiran fountain’s water magic. I’d think you’d have heard that by now. Really there is nothing else. I don’t really have any magic, I am still learning. I only have spirit guides who talk to me sometimes. I swear, I don’t know anything else!”

She stood and stepped towards Darren but fumbled. He caught her as she slipped and spun her around to where they faced the fiery mirror, still aglow. She stared at their images as her mind scrambled to find a way out of his embrace.

Darren smiled coldly and snarled at her as he held her hair in one of his hands. His other arm encircled her chest holding her arms down. He squeezed her tight as he nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear. “What do you see Shade? Do you like the heat? You see how pathetic you are? No human should be so special. I really don’t get why they chose you. You’re so fragile, weak and pathetic. Why not choose a great faery warrior like myself for instance? You’re a tarnish to our race; and I think I will be doing us a great favor if I get rid of you.” His fire began to burn high and licked the air around them; and his face could no longer be seen in the mirror.

Shade stared at her reflection. Her cheek had an angry shade of red from his hits and as the flames grew around her, she felt her panic rage. Soon she began to see his face again and it grew more serious now; he appeared deep in thought, as he examined her reflection.

“Maybe we can have some fun first. You’re not so ugly. What do you think about that, love? Don’t find me appealing?” He pulled her head back, making her gasp. His nose grazed her cheek and earlobe, making her cringe. She attempted to pull her head away from his hot breath. He laughed again and let up on his hold so she could see their reflections again. “Do you like my mirror? I placed it here just for you, just so I could watch your every move. That’s my magic, a specialized talent not a lot of Teleen possess, the gift of traveling through mirrors. I have the matching one in my room: so wherever I place this one, I can go, even into your locked chamber. What good did the locks do you now, Shade? No lock can keep me out; no door could close on me. It’ll be our, little, secret.” He laughed hard, his chest shaking behind her back.

He suddenly lapsed on his grip of her head for a moment, and Shade had felt his careless release. She shoved him back with her entire body weight making him lose his balance for a moment, landing on the bed. She ran to the mirror and looked around for something to smash it with. The dagger she had left on the table gleamed at her and glowed as bright as Darren’s fire. She laced her fingers around the hilt, squeezing it hard until her knuckles turned white. She swung her arm with the dagger and shoved her strength into it, ramming the metal into the mirror. The crash sounded in the cave as it smashed into a thousand glittering shards.

“No! How did you know…what have you done?” Darren had just reached her and grabbed her free arm, yanking at Shade. His momentum stopped suddenly, as he was pulled into the glass along with a flash of lightning. The last glint of it blinded her and plunged the room into darkness.

Her eyes focused on the dagger as it returned to its glow the moment she wished for some light. She stared at the mirror shards, shattered and shimmering all over the room. They didn’t look unusual in any way, just plain mirror pieces glittering across the floor, like diamonds. She limped to the light on the nightstand, jabbing her bare feet on the glass. Blood trailed her steps in smudges and drips from cuts stinging her flesh. Her legs, weak and shaky, began to drag under her. She fell to the floor by the bed and slipped into the developing darkness. Soon the glow of her dagger was fading into the dark, as it fell from her grasp, and then it seemed the whole world was swallowed with it.

The voice sounded familiar, safe, and gentle. Shade wondered if her mother had come. Maybe this was the hospital. Maybe she was dreaming, or worse, dead. She couldn’t open her eyes yet but she could hear the commotion all around her. She tried to move but her body did not respond.

“It’s alright Shade, you’re still hurt, don’t try to move too much. We’ve healed most of your wounds but you should still move slowly. Your head is still healing.”

Shade opened her eyes a sliver. The room’s light was blinding and the brightness stung her eyes. She blinked and reached up to cover them. A thousand prickling sharp pains shot through her arm and down her side. She flinched and stopped moving, groaning as she sank back down on the bed. Every movement was enveloped in pain, screaming down her body. She felt like she’d been hit by a freight train.

“Shade, are you still feeling some pain now?”

She managed a slight nod.

“Take this liquid, it will make you feel better,” Braelynn’s soft voice seemed to echo in her head. She felt the warm liquid touch her lips and slip into her mouth. It tasted sweet across her dry, parched tongue, like honey-sweetened tea. A moment later, the sharp aches faded and she was able to blink once more, her eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. It somehow didn’t seem so bright anymore. They must have dimmed the lights, when they realized she couldn’t take the blinding light.

“What happened?” Her voice was a harsh whisper for her throat felt like sandpaper, rough and dry. The room came into focus, and she noticed not only Braelynn but also Sary standing near her. She slowly sat up as Braelynn slipped a few pillows behind her, propping her up. She glanced down at her arms, studying a scatter of healing scabbed slash wounds. Her left hand also had been stitched across the palm and was in a good state of healing. She held it up to her face to study it more closely. Most of the wounds were in a mid-stage of healing, as if she had been hurt days ago, and not hours.

“How long was I out of it?” She dreaded to hear the answer.

“You were attacked in your room about five days ago, Shade. You have been unconscious since then. You’ll be fine; your wounds are healing well. Braelynn was able to stop the bleeding inside your head but it drained her so much, she was unable to heal all your cuts completely. She was unable to wake you up too, even though your head is fine now. It’s almost like you were under some sort of spell.”

Sary sat in the bed next to her. A sweet, concerned smile lit her face, crinkling her sparkling eyes as she patted Shade’s arm. Her hair draped around her neck in soft waves of crimson fire.

“It was Darren, he attacked me, and he came out of the mirror in the room!” Shade swallowed back her panic, feeling the events of that night rushing back. “Where is he? He really wanted to hurt me. He wanted me dead!” Tears stung behind her eyes and for that moment, she wished so hard to be back at home with her mother. Her room seemed like a distant sanctuary in a forgotten dream. Sary hugged her tightly as her sobs overcame her.

“It’s alright Shade. I don’t know how you did it but somehow you trapped him in the mirror when you smashed it. He was incredibly angry and rendered quite harmless. He has been released from the mirror prison by the Teleen warlock and placed into one of the cavern confinement cells, where he has been since. We have waited for you to awaken; The Queen is most upset and anxious to seal his fate,” Sary said, with her shining eyes, and they were lovely and burning like jewels on fire. She stood up and retrieved a cup from beside the bed. She handed it to Shade, nodding to her to drink it. “Drink Shade, you must be very thirsty. We gave you fluids similar to IV’s in the human world, but nothing refreshes like real fluid, drunken into your body.”

Shade nodded and gripped the cup. The cool water felt amazing going down her throat. She immediately felt better, not as upset and instantly more awake. She finished the drink and handed the cup back. She was really starting to like faery food and drinks. She sighed and glanced around the room, relieved it wasn’t the same room she had been attacked in. It was similar but lighter in color. It had no mirrors.
Yay
! She didn’t think she could handle any more mirrors quite yet. Her backpack lay on a table by the door and the sheets and blankets were all crisp and white. This was probably their version of a hospital room.

“What are they going to do to him?” Shade’s voice seemed small, her eyes staring down into the floor while she thought about her attacker. She shivered as the memory made her cringe. He had stolen something with his brutality. She felt vulnerable, more than ever, and weak. She was not cut out for this magical world. She would have to start training right away if she was going to just survive this journey. Two threats on her life in one day had been two she could have lived without. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into and didn’t like how that made her feel. Darren had taught her a harsh and vicious lesson.

“That will be up to Queen Gretel. I hear they take offenses quite seriously among the Teleen. He will probably be expected to pay an equal price for your attack. Most attempted murders are punished quite harshly, even death is considered an adequate punishment if he was planning to kill you. This I expect is what he was out to do from the state of things in your room, and the amount of injuries he caused you. He must pay for what he did to you, Shade.” Braelynn looked seriously at her from the wicker chair near the end of the bed. Shade suspected that she had sat there a great deal during her period of unconsciousness.