Faelan: A Highland Warrior Brief (6 page)

Ian stuck his head out the door. “What’s the racket?”

“We’re under attack.”

Kieran appeared, and the warriors jumped down, assessing the threat. “We’ll never outrun them in a carriage,” Kieran said. “We’ll split up, go around and flank them. Don’t use a talisman until we know if we’re dealing
with inmates or demons.”

Talismans worked by using a deadly light that destroyed anything in its path. But the talisman’s power was linked to the warrior’s own strength. If a demon was too strong, using a talisman against him could weaken the warrior, even kill him. If Onwar was hiding among his demons, the warriors would die. And they didn’t know where Fa
elan was. He could be captured.

Moving quickly, they unhitched the horses, grabbed
their swords, and mounted up.

“What about him?” Ian asked, looking at the frightened halfling who was paralyzed from the shackles. Only his eyes moved.

“Lea
ve him here with the carriage.”

The demons were closing in, so the warriors separated. Kieran and Benjamin rode around to the left and Tavis and Ian took the right. “Let’s get these bastards,” Tavis said, and dug his heels into his horse.

***

Faelan hid near the edge of the woods, studying the castle. Smoke poured from one of the towers, and the smell of death and burning flesh assaulted his nose. There was a door on the outside of the tower at ground level. He would wait until dark and sneak in. He wasn’t certain of Onwar’s location, but Faelan had tracked the halflings and demons here from the asylum in London. He didn’t know why the ancient demon was kidnapping inmates, but his reason couldn’t be good. His only hope was to get Onwar alone. Without the help of other warriors, he couldn’t fight the ancient demon and his horde together, but he wouldn’t risk other warriors’ lives on an assignment that made no sense. Faelan had gone over it in his head a thousand times, wondering if he had made a mistake about the order. Maybe he imagined Michael’s visit. Or maybe this was h
is punishment for failing Liam.

A raven called out from the treetops, spooking Nandor. Faelan reached down and patted the horse’s shoulder. Nandor wasn’t normally skittish, not of birds. The stallion was still uneasy and a moment later, Faelan knew why. He heard men shouting and he nudged Nandor deeper into the trees. Another sound caught his ear, this one behind him. He turned and saw a building he hadn’t noticed before. Like the castle, it was made of stone and had bars on the windows. Soft whimpers turned to screeching. A woman appeared at one of the windows. Her hair was untidy and her face unwashed. These must be the inmates. For the love of God, what was Onwar up to? Faelan dismounted and crept along the edge of the building, trying to stay out of sight. He leaned out to check the window again and t
he woman’s vacant eyes met his.

If she alerted Onwar or his demons, Faelan was dead. He tried smiling gently at the woman, in spite of his stiff lips. She gave him a small, awkward smile in return. Feeling reassured, he put his fingers to his lips and mouthed, “Shhh.”

She nodded and then opened her mouth and let out a scream so piercing it felt as if his skin had been peeled from his bones. A cry of alarm went up behind the castle. The woman gave him
an evil smile and disappeared.

Faelan ran toward Nandor and had just swung onto his back when the earth began to shake. Dozens of riders on black horses came barreling around the side of the castle. Two riders spotted him and entered the woods. They looked human. On the battlefield, most demons preferred their natural form. They didn’t have as much power hiding behind a human shell. These must be minions. Faelan hated killing anything human, even minions, but they were usually so brainwashed they were beyond help. And if he didn’t kill them, they would kill him. He pulled out his sword and pierced the first one through the heart. The minion screamed and fell from his horse. The
second one fell just as easily.

A large number of horses and riders moved past him, heading toward the road. He moved closer to the clearing to see where they were going. A horse-less carriage sat on the road, and four riders on horseback were racing around to circle the demons. The demons were after the carriage, n
ot him. He was just in the way.

He didn’t have time to think about the carriage further. Another horse entered the woods. Faelan didn’t need to assess whether this rider was human or demon. His grotesque countenance revealed his parentage. This was a full demon, or a really hideous halfling. But he wasn’t Onwar. Warriors learned early on what the ancient ones looked like so they could steer clear of them. The demon advanced with his sword drawn, his horse pawing the ground, his eyes wide. Horses hated demons. The only way demons could make use of them was by putting a spell on them. Oftentimes, it made the horse as wild as the demon, as it did now. The horse reared on its hind legs, hoo
ves striking at him and Nandor.

Attuned to Faelan’s thoughts, Nandor quickly moved aside and circled around behind the demon before the creature could turn. Faelan swung his sword, severing the demon’s head. The entire body disappeared, and the horse bolted away, as if relieved
to be rid of its hellish rider.

Five more riders descended on him. Demons and halflings. Fighting from horseback, he destroyed them quickly. He was feeling confident about the fight when something slammed into him from behind, knocking him off Nandor. He rolled to his feet and saw several demons advancing. None of them were Onwar, but judging by their stench and ugly faces they were full demons. His sword lay on the ground, out of reach. He would have to use his talisman and hope it didn’t drain his strength, leav
ing him helpless against Onwar.

Before he could remove it from his shirt, the ancient demon appeared at the back of the group. His thick head and pale hair were easily recognizable. He had brought at l
east two dozen demons with him.

Onwar turned to one of his brood. “Tell the others to kill the warrior’s brothers. I’ll destroy this one.” He sneere
d. “The Mighty Faelan, indeed.”

Faelan spared a glance at the road where the four riders from the carriage had moved in closer and were fighting the demons that had ridden past him. With a sinking heart, Faelan recognized Tavis, Ian, and Kieran. Bloody fools, they’d followed him. He had to get Onwar away from his demons and destroy him before his brothers and Kieran arrived.

Another quick glance told him that there were only three warriors fighting now. One must have fallen. He didn’t have time to wonder which, because he saw the fourth rider had broken through the demons and was riding straight for him. It was Kieran. There was a moment of relief followed by horror. There wasn’t much time.

Faelan ran straight into the middle of the demons, catching them off guard. He scooped up his sword and headed for the tower door. As Faelan had hoped, the demons hissed and followed. The door was open, saving a few precious moments. Inside was a set of circular steps. Faelan took them three at a time, calling out taunts to t
he demons to keep them moving.

When he got to the top, he would use the talisman and destroy the demons in range of the light and hope that Onwar stayed far enough back that the talisman’s light wouldn’t hit him. But as luck would have it, Onwar was at the front of the pack, closing in. Bollocks. He had to push him back. Faelan grabbed his dirk and threw it at the demon, but he didn’t fall. Onwar yanked the dirk from his thick, gray skin, threw his demons aside, and
came after Faelan with a roar.

Faelan kept going until he reached the roof of the tower. Smoke and the stench of rotting, burning flesh made it hard to breathe. Several dead bodies had been tossed onto a large fire that burned in the corner. He backed up to the battlements, wondering how he could get out of this. He considered going over the side, until he glanced over the edge. He would never s
urvive a jump from that height.

Onwar had reached the roof as well. “Wha
t are you doing here, warrior?”

Faelan nodded toward the burning bodies. “I came to see wh
y you’re collecting lunatics.”

“Giving them their freedom. Those weren’t very agreeable. I ate a few, burned the rest. You, I think I’ll eat. Kill him!” Onwar roared.

Faelan raised his sword and met the attack. The fight was fierce, and as the demons he destroyed disappeared, Faelan held some hope that he might destroy the others by sword and save the talisman for Onwar. But there must have been some powerful demons in Onwar’s ranks. The smell of sulfur was sickening, and Faelan felt himself weakening even from using the sword. He would have to use the talisman. He’d always heard that a man’s life flashed before his eyes before he died, and he thought it must be true. He saw Kieran, and behind him, his brothers, then realized with dread that they had also reached the roof
and stood behind the demons.

“Get o
ut of here,” Faelan shouted.

But Kieran and his brothers didn’t leave. “Bloody bastards,” Kieran yelled, drawing some of the demons who were attacking Faelan toward him. To Faelan’s surprise, his brothers and Kieran fought the demons nearest the steps, as Faelan tried to keep himself between them and Onwar, who up to that moment, appeared to be intrigued by the battle. After many of his demons had been destroyed, Faelan saw his face change and knew th
e ancient demon had had enough.

“Out of my way!” Onwar roared. Moving quickl
y, he stalked toward the steps.

Faelan reached for his talisman. He would have to use it now and hope he was strong enough. “Get out!” he yelled to his brothers and Kieran. He couldn’t use it with all three of them there. They would get caught in the light.

Kieran looked up at Onwar and his face set. He dropped his sword and pull
ed his talisman from his shirt.

Faelan’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “No!”

Kieran’s gaze was resolute, sad. “Get behind that wall, Faelan and close yo
ur eyes.”

“No! Kieran. I can—”

“You have family. I don’t. Close your eyes, my friend.” Kieran didn’t give him time
to react. He started to chant.

No! He pushed through the deformed bodies, shoving aside claws and swords as he tried to reach Kieran. He felt the air churn, and knew it was too late. He dove behind a stone wall and squeezed his eyes shut. There were screams and the clatter of falling swords. He opened his eyes, and saw that the demons were destroyed, vanished, except for Onwar. The ancient demon was bleeding and his skin looked burnt. Faelan roared out a cry of agony and rage and sprang at Onwar. With one swing of his sword, he
took the weakened demon’s head.

In the dead silence that followed, he forced himself to turn and face the lifeless body of his friend. Heart aching, Faelan fell to his knees. Shouts sounded below, along with the sound of men running up the steps. Tavis and Ian raised their swords and prepared for another attack, but it was only Benjamin and a group of warriors from his clan. They had tracked the in
mates and demons to the castle.

The Morgan Clan disposed of the minions’ bodies and weapons, which was the only mess there was to clean up. Demons disappeared when they were destroyed. They were erased, as if they’d never existed, along with
the weapons they’d manifested.

Numb with grief, Faelan and his brothers helped the Morgan clan round up the inmates to return to London. The clan planned to leave several warriors at the castle to make sure more of Onwar’s demons didn’t sh
ow up.

***

Faelan and his brothers took Kieran’s body home to Connor Castle. Kieran had no family, other than the warriors. Faelan dug the grave himself, beside the cottage where Kieran often stayed. It was a good place. There was a small burn nearby. He and Kieran had sometimes fished there. Some
times they just sat and talked.

Kieran had said that when his time came, he didn’t want to be buried in a graveyard. Didn’t want any fuss. He got his first wish, but not his second. The entire clan, and visiting clans who were still there awaiting news about Faelan and Onwar, followed behind Kieran’s coffin on his final journey from the castle to the waiting grave. There were songs, stories of Kieran’s bravery from warriors who had fought alongside him, and the haunting sound of bagpipes as his body was lowered into the ground. When it was over, and everyone had left, even his brothers who’d been shadowing him all day, Faelan sat next to Kieran’s grave and cried. And t
hen he went out and got drunk.

***

“Are you sure you want another?” the owner of the tavern asked. He looked nervous. The villagers didn’t know they were warriors, but the Connors car
ried a reputation nonetheless.

“Aye.” Faelan slammed his whisky glass on the bar. He blinked his eyes and looked at the two tavern girls hovering nearby. “Forget the drink,” he said, his voice slu
rred. “I’ll take them instead.”

The tavern owner looked at the girls, surprised. Faelan and his brothers sometimes came in for a whisky, but they never used the girls. “Maybe I’d best call for your brothers instead.”

“No.” Faelan struggled to his feet and walked toward the girls. Both were young. Bonny. Even though neither on
e had dark hair and green eyes.