Rise of the Sparrows (Relics of Ar'Zac #1) (15 page)

Rachael took a deep, rattling breath. How could they place so much responsibility on her?  If she and Cephy had not evaded the commander's forces, they would have ended up in the same prison. Rachael had dreamed about it. The thought that others were in there right now, being tortured with no hope of freedom hurt her deeper than anything else had ever cut. And Cale regularly went in to help some of them escape. Would he have found her within the walls? Would it have made a difference, or would she have died trying to run?

She felt overcome by the strong need to hug Cephy and never let her go again. If it had not been for her, the commander would have taken her easily.

“I've seen the place. I dreamed about it, before we left Blackrock.” Most of her dream had faded, but a few details were still all too vivid.

“Then you understand.”

“I do.” She wasn't sure she really wanted to know, but she had to ask. “What do those demons do to the prisoners, exactly?”

“Demons?”

Rachael frowned. “Yes. I saw them, in my dream. They came to kill me, I think, but I can't remember the details clearly.”

“You must mean the guards. Or that horrible man, Commander Videl. I often thought he was a demon from beyond the Dark Mists themselves.” Ailis shuddered, and Rachael's breath caught in her throat hearing the name. He had seemed like a demon to her, too, but he wasn't who she had seen.

Ailis looked haunted just thinking about it, so she decided to drop it for now.

“But why? Why do all this?”

Ailis took a deep breath. “Because a terrible injustice is being done to innocent people. Cale knows he can't save all of them. Every last Sparrow is prepared to die if it means saving two captives from that awful place. If we can end this war the prison will be the first thing of the old world to be torn down. There are many people in this country who would gladly offer a hand.”

The weight of what they expected her to do had never felt more oppressive. This had been about her and Cephy, living in peace, about Cale's parents finding peace. Now it was about all those other people whose names she didn't know, who she would likely never meet herself, who desperately needed her to go through with this insane plan—who would die if she didn't.

“Let's try again,” said Rachael.

“What do you want to try?”

“My lesson. Let's try focusing again.” With new purpose, Rachael closed her eyes and tried to find the place within herself she knew did not exist.

Cephy shut her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. Aeron had taught her how to focus all of herself on her gift, and when she did it well she could sense the slightest of movements around her without needing to see. Without a problem she found the place within herself where her magic resided, and let that spark feel out around her.
The faint sound of water crushing down on rocks and muddy soil below. The flapping of bird wings above her. A squirrel working hard to crack a nut.
It all sounded like they happened right next to her.

Cale's place sure was nice. She knew they were close to the White City, but their little spot inside the forest made it feel like they were miles away. Ailis was nice, too. She let her help with the cooking and other household chores, and Cale even allowed her to accompany him deeper into the forest when he went out to hunt for game. He taught her how to use a bow, and she even got to swing his sword a few times. Ailis taught her how to cook the most delicious things—delicious things she was proud to have made herself. Maybe, if things had turned out differently, she could have been a great baker like her parents. Instead she had been born with the spark of magic, and her father had cast her out like the rest of the rubbish, to rot forgotten in the curb beside the house. If it had not been for Rachael, Cephy knew she wouldn't have survived the winter.

But she had gathered all her courage, and had approached Rachael. She knew from gossip around town that Rachael was dangerous—her own father had talked badly about her many times—but Cephy had found that the opposite was true. Rachael was real nice to her, and had even helped her escape from town.

Of course, they wouldn't have needed to escape if the White Guard hadn't come after them. Who had called them in? Was it a stranger or could it have been her own father? She knew what he was capable off, and did not put it past him. He hated magic as much as anyone—

Apart from Cale and Ailis and Arlo. They'd been real nice to her, too, and Arlo had even fixed her hands! The tincture he had used on her charred skin had been magic in itself, the way it had worked on her blisters and burned flesh. Her bandages were finally off now, and she could see her hands for what they were again—still a little rough in places, but healed.

She hated Aeron for what she had done to her, for how easily she had cast them aside. She also loved her for having taught her. If Aeron had really wanted them gone, why teach her? She had been so indifferent when Cale had taken her and Rachael away, almost relieved even, but she had taught Cephy how to control her magic. If it had not been for Aeron, she would never have found that place within herself, where her magic slept until she called it. If it had not been for Aeron, the sound of the squirrel cracking the nut would be silently hidden away to Cephy, but instead she was able to hear every hit.

Cephy grimaced. If it had not been for Aeron, her hands would never have suffered like this. Aeron had told her that sacrifice was necessary if Cephy wanted to accomplish anything, but she had taken it too far. Her hands had hurt beyond anything Cephy had ever felt before, and would still be hurting if Arlo hadn't intervened and if Cale hadn't come to save them from the evil Mist Woman.

Still, Cephy could not hate Aeron completely. It was beautiful here, in Cale's house and garden, but all they did was focus on Rachael. Ailis spent so much time teaching Rachael how to find that place within herself, which Rachael struggled with beyond compare but which Cephy could tap into so easily. Even when she helped with dinner, even when Cale taught her how to hold and shoot the bow, their priority was Rachael. Cephy couldn't help feeling like the unwanted tag-along. She was sure that, if it hadn't been for Rachael, she would still be lost in the woods near Blackrock, trying to fend for herself, or otherwise dead and half-eaten by wolves.

Their lives revolved around Rachael and this prophecy. No one cared what happened to her. In a way, life with Cale and Ailis was not that different from her old life with her parents and siblings.

Maybe Aeron would take her back. The Mist Woman had been closed to Rachael while they had been there, but she had been open with Cephy. Maybe, if she went back now, Aeron would teach her once more. She wouldn't be in Rachael's way then. Hadn't Aeron said that she was welcome in her home any time? All she needed to do was find the way.

What King Aeric did to people like her was terrible. She hated him and his people's loathing for her kind. If they hadn't run—if, if,
if
. Cephy was getting tired of it. There were too many unknowns, too much was left to chance. She knew the Sparrows were trying, but their numbers were virtually non-existent compared to the White Guard. They would all be wiped out before they even got a glimpse at King Aeric. And then what? People like her would forever be left to suffer.

Rachael was trying, too. At night, after they had gone to bed, they often talked about their days. Rachael still couldn't sense the magic inside her, and Ailis was beginning to lose faith. She hadn't said so but she looked more exhausted with each time she left Rachael's room. Cephy agreed that the King had to be killed, and she was happy that Rachael had agreed to help, but Rachael was not making any progress. And where did that leave her?

If this war were to be won, they needed to take more drastic measures. It was risky, but she wanted to find Aeron and ask the Mist Woman to train her. Aeron wouldn't turn her down if she went back now. She had said herself that Cephy would always be welcome in her home.

Cephy only hoped that her instincts were correct.

Rachael could only make out hazy shapes. There was red, and black and different shades of grey, but she couldn't tell what they belonged to. Mostly it was dark. There were sounds, too, somewhere in the distance. They were muffled and unclear, as though she wore something thick over her ears and had just been hit over the head. She thought they were screams, but they were too garbled for her to be sure.

All she knew without a doubt was that they made her skin crawl. Whatever this was, it was wrong and her heart nearly doubled over itself in fear of what was to come. There were distant bangs, like explosions or a door slamming shut.

There was the feeling of recognition, and the terrible emptiness only a lack of hope could bring.

Finally, there was pain, searing through her and burning into every corner of her being.

She sat up with a start. She was soaked in sweat and cold from the dampness of her shirt, but she was fine.

Confused she looked around. She was safely tucked away in her bed, in Cale's cabin. It was silent outside save for the soft cooing of owls, and it was silent downstairs. Since it was the middle of the night everyone would likely be asleep.

Trying to calm herself, she got up and busied herself looking for a cloth to dry her sweat and fresh clothes she could change into.

It didn't make any sense. The dream had felt like a vision, but it had been too unclear to be one. Her visions had always been lucid—there had never been a doubt about their meaning. This had been nothing but a blurred, confused mess of colours and sounds. The distinct sharpness of her visions was lacking, but it had felt like every other vision she'd ever had. It had left her disoriented, her head throbbing and her heart racing. She couldn't even tell if this dream had been about her or about someone else; whether it was something that would happen here, in the forests, or somewhere nearby. There had been no details, but she couldn't shake the familiar feeling of her visions. Something terrible was coming, and she was completely defenceless. What good was a warning when all facts were missing?

Knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a while, she went downstairs for some fresh air. It would be cold outside but the cool breeze would be perfect for her racing mind.

She was surprised to find Cale sitting in a corner by himself.

“Are you all right? Why are you up?” He sounded concerned. A part of her had started to believe that his worry for her was real, but she couldn't convince herself to be so careless. For all she knew her dream had tried to warn her about him. Until she knew for sure she would be as careful as she had always been.

Despite his kindness and everything they had done for her, she still barely knew him or Ailis. Cephy was the only one she really trusted, but Cephy had earned her trust. Cale was a long way off if he wanted the same.

She shrugged, not wanting to discuss it. “I can't sleep. Why are you up?”

A small candle lit his sitting figure and dipped him in a warm light. “It's complicated, Rachael.”

“Try me.” Her whole life had been complicated. She had gotten good at it.

He sighed, but she thought she saw him smile, too.

“I'm thinking about the Sparrows, and this war. How many have died. How many will still die, if we can't figure out a way to stop King Aeric.”

Remembering her conversation with Ailis, she decided to ask. “When can I meet them?” Cale kept telling her how relieved they were that she was alive, how much they supported her and believed in her, yet he stalled every time it was brought up. How could they trust someone they didn't even know? How could they just believe in her, without knowing her? She had to meet people like that, people who put their faith so blindly in a stranger.

“It's difficult. There are things to prepare, the White Guard is always watching. I can't risk them finding us. The time isn't right.”

“I can sneak without being seen. You always say that they want to meet me, so take me to them.” She had no idea what she would say to them, but she was curious. These were people who fought the King and his men, to defend people like her. They were people who trusted her to set things right, who were committed to creating a better future for gifted people.

They were people who had sworn that no one else would have to go through what she and Cephy had gone through.

How couldn't she be curious? Even if she had nothing to say to them, she had to see for herself that people like that existed. She had to see if they were genuine, if their hearts were in this fight. She didn't know what difference it would make if they were, but she had to know.

“All right.” Her heart jumped when he agreed. “But you need to give me some time. I'll need to make sure that our route will be clear. Are you okay to go at night?”

She nodded. “I've always searched for food at night without anyone spotting me.”

“That was different, Rachael, you were in Blackrock then. There were no White Guards looking for you all the time.”

“There were the night we escaped, and the people there always looked for me.”

“You're right. You should meet them—you're their hero, after all.”

She blushed. People had never been overly nice to her. How could she be someone's hero? “They don't even know me.”

“They know enough. Trust me, Rachael—they'll be happy to see you. We can't go tonight, I need to prepare things first. Get some sleep, I'll let you know when it's time. Maybe in two, three days. Just be prepared, they are... excitable.”