Read Sands of Aggar: Amazons of Aggar Book 3 Online
Authors: Chris Anne Wolfe
The lifestones in her wrists buzzed lightly, recognizing the deep veins of more lifestone threaded through the caverns. Her senses were heightened, her Blue Sight reading memory and emotion embedded in every stone. It was no wonder the changlings had evolved so quickly here. It would be impossible to live here for long without being somehow changed.
The shaman turned and beckoned to the Triad. “We’re almost there,” Rox translated. They reached the end of the walkway and the shaman paused, handing her torch to Rox. “She says she can’t take us any further. The core has poisoned her too much already. If she goes any further while it’s still active, she’ll die.”
Jacquin clasped the changling’s hands. “Thank you. We’ll take care of it from here.”
The changling bowed low, her eyes never leaving Adrian, Rox, and Jacquin. Rox blushed slightly. “She called us her saviors.”
Jacquin smiled gently and Adrian recognized the stillness in her, the peace in her eyes. She’d had a vision, probably about this journey. “We’re all doing our part to make a better world.”
They left the shaman behind and journeyed deeper into the caves. Jacquin stepped with surety and Adrian took her hand. “You’ve walked these steps before?”
Jacquin nodded gently, her eyes soft. “I know this place, yes. I know what we have to do.”
It didn’t take long to reach the core. Adrian immediately recognized it from her visions from the shaman. It pulsed red like a beacon through the middle of the massive stalactite, the air around it warm and heavy. The puzzle box in Adrian’s hand tugged gently, like attracting magnets calling to each other. Adrian coughed hard, the toxic taste of the core coating her mouth.
Jacquin reached back and took Adrian’s sword from her belt. In three swift chops the magical blade severed the core from the stone and the core leapt into the open box in Adrian’s hands. Adrian instantly closed it, the lines of the box sealing and the artifact glowing a pale, white light. The air in the room instantly changed, not yet humming like the rest of the caves, but the fallout of the core dissipating.
“What do we do with it now?” Serena questioned, her young voice asking what everyone was wondering.
Jacquin took the box and smiled. “We call the Blue Sights.”
Adrian did a double take in shock, her heart speeding in her chest. “What?”
Jacquin laughed. “Adrian, think about it. The Blue Sights are spread across Aggar, most hiding their gifts or tormented into suppressing it. People don’t understand the power of the Sight. The Blue Sights don’t even understand what they can do. They deserve to be safe and, more than anything, they deserve to be taught about bonding, about their abilities.”
“How would we do that?” Rox questioned.
“Long ago there was a place to train seers and Blue Sights alike, to keep magical peace in Aggar. These caves are a veritable wellspring of energy for the mages of Aggar.” Jacquin looked at Adrian and grinned wider. “I think it’s time we re-establish the Council’s Keep.”
Jacquin walked slowly through the hall of seers, her pupils sitting behind her on silken pillows, the incense and deep thrum of harps lulling them deeper into their visions. Jacquin leaned forward on the railing of her balcony and looked out over the new Council’s Keep, the stony honeycomb once so barren and unwelcoming now a bustling city thriving in the roots of the northern mountains.
Below her changlings and humans mingled, trading and studying. The changlings had proven to be masterful teachers for many of the seers and Blue Sights who were particularly drawn to their telepathic form of communication and connection with the earth. Already Jacquin could see the first changes among the students, the melding of human and changling in the psychic bonds of the lifestone caves. She didn’t doubt the merge would one day create something new and wonderful. The magical children of Aggar.
Since the rise of the Triad, the icy north of Aggar had settled into a rare time of peace. Blue Sights and seers had flooded the new town, enough to allow Jacquin, Adrian and Rox to open a school and sanctuary that eventually attracted mages of every field. With Rox to oversee changling and human relations and Adrian to protect and train the Blue Sights, the mages of Aggar had never been better prepared to establish an era of peace.
Jacquin smiled lightly, rubbing her swollen belly absent-mindedly. The child would be her third; her Amazon genetics growing children out of the power of her bond with both Rox and Adrian, the children truly born of all three women and loved by their mothers and older sister, Serena, herself a mighty warrior for the Keep. She’d discovered the power in the changlings’ archives, the records full of their dealings with the Amazons of Dey Sorormin.
Four tenmoons ago, Jacquin had finally made contact with the home planet of the Amazons. The sisters had been rejoiced to hear that the ancestors of their lost kin had survived. The first ships started appearing a tenmoon later.
The clash of swords and swell of music in the lower stories of the Keep echoed the presence of the first Amazon colony on Aggar in a millennia. The pound of dancing feet keeping rhythm to the music was a soothing bit of home, Khalisa’s classes in full swing as her sister, the representative from Oasis, visited.
Jacquin turned to look on her pupils and let out a contented sigh. She had never imagined a peace so profound, had never hoped she would be part of making such a change to the world. Even far from her beloved desert, nestled in the snowy tundras she swore she could never love, she had found home.
“Continue to breathe. Find your guides. You don’t have to rush. You don’t have to see anything. Just be.” Jacquin directed her pupils, her voice soft, growing deeper with age.
She could feel it in the heartbeats of her students, the song of the Keep, the smell of lifestones and incense and the taste of hope and magic in the air. The effects of the new Keep would expand and multiply, changing the landscape of Aggar forever. For a time, if even a short time, there would be true peace in Aggar.
Jacquin felt the child in her womb toss and kick beneath her arm and she laughed aloud at the sensation. Even a temporary peace was worth fighting for. Every change was new life and she couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold.