Red Mirror E-Book

Jesse Wilson

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The Vanir of the south speak of the Red Mirror, a legend hidden in the mists of time.

In the desert of the Southern Kingdom, a grim message is left. No one knows who it is for, or why anyone would do such a thing. The hideous crime is being investigated by detective Cornell Nightworth and his partner, Jenny. The strange incident leads them towards the hidden history of the Last War, and towards someone thought long gone.

Just when they start to get somewhere, the case gets taken away from them. But Cornell is unwilling to let it go, and decides to pursue the truth using his own methods - no matter where it might lead.

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Red Mirror

Kingdom Chronicles Book 4

Jesse Wilson

Copyright (C) 2020 Jesse Wilson

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Published 2020 by Next Chapter

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

Larenville, Vanir.

Cornell Nightworth was annoyed. The sun was already hot out here and even if he lived his whole life in the desert, being out of Echemos was always considerably worse, maybe it was all in his head. The people with the cameras found themselves way out here in middle of the hot sand, anything for a chance at a grim tale to entertain the masses. “Get those media parasites out of here,” he said with a fair amount of anger in his voice, finally hitting his tolerance limit.

“You got it, boss,” someone replied from farther away and started to move the crowd back by pushing the magical barrier line further back. “Do you think this has any connection to the Unicorn attack in Naber?” some reporter asked and Cornell stopped and looked over at the man. “No,” he replied quietly as they were pushed away. He was pretty sure a unicorn had nothing to do with this.

“I can see it now, Mystic Force Detective slaughters innocent reporters after they asked really dumb questions,” Jenny said with a slight laugh, she was wearing a dark suit, her golden badge on the left side. Her black hair and brown eyes reflected the sunlight with an unnatural intensity. “Oh, that'd be fun but we all know reporters never really die, they just respawn from the infinite void,” Cornell replied, trying not to laugh and look professional in the presence of the public and looked forward towards the crime scene all the same.

He brushed the red dust away from his white shirt, wondering to himself why he chose to wear white in a place like this. He was sure no one was going to question him about it. Right now, no one wanted to attract attention to themselves, no one normal anyway.

“Same old questions, but no answers. Why would a Necromancer death squad come to this no name desert town?” he asked as he looked over the bodies of the victims as they all lay where they were discovered. Six elves had been stripped naked and dismembered. Three men and three women on display as if they were some twisted art project. Cornell swallowed his disgust for the people who did this. Instead he tried to focus on the details.

“I have no idea, but look. No blood, it looks like they were freeze dried or something,” she said but couldn't make sense of it. In a scene like this there should have been a lot, everywhere. “Yeah, that was the first thing I noticed. Do we know who any of these people are yet?” Cornell asked, hoping she got some new information. “Not a clue. Six random elves who apparently had a grudge with someone, this could be a mob hit,” Jenny suggested the only thing she could think of.

“Out here, in this place. What would the Moreno family want way out here in a place like this? This isn't their style. Then again, its clear these people weren't killed here either,” Cornell replied and continued. “They were either dropped out of the sky, or teleported in. My guess is teleportation, we didn't find any tracks. It's not windy and check it out, the only footsteps around us are our own,” Cornell said as another picture was taken.

Then a van started to drive down the road and came to a stop. “The meat wagon's here,” Jenny replied, turned and looked. She brushed her black hair out of her face as a few strands got loose. “Come on, let's talk a few of these people, see what we can find out. We're not going to learn anything new staring at these bodies,” Cornell said and tore his gaze off of the grisly scene in front of him.

“Yeah, I don't think we'll get much out of these people. The desert communities like this are all pretty quiet,” she replied as the coroners began to approach. Cornell nodded then turned to them. “Make sure you don't lose any pieces and keep the bodies together,” he said to them. “This isn't our first day, we got this. Don't worry about it,” the leader of the group replied. Cornell didn't appreciate the attitude, but chose to ignore it.

“Alright. We'll split up. I'll take Risbu's general store and you go for, well, you know what to do,” Cornell replied. She smiled at him. “I wouldn't be here if I didn't,” she replied and the two of them walked their separate directions.

Risbu's general store wasn't anything special, he had seen a thousand places just like it before in countless other towns before this one. “Hello, Detective. How can I help you today?” an old elf said and came walking from out of the back. He was dressed in a blue shirt with black jeans, they weren't anything special but for a place like this it was pretty normal. Cornell decided to get right to the point and skip the small talk.

“Yeah, did you see anything that might help with what happened out there?” Cornell asked, he knew this guy wasn't a good suspect, but there was no reason to be hostile about anything yet.

“Those bodies out there, you mean? Oh. I sleep upstairs. I was in bed a couple hours after dark. I didn't see anything. But sometime just before the sunrise I heard a weird, I don't know, slurping sound?” the man said and Cornell had no idea what that might have been. “No clocks upstairs, what time was it when you heard the sound. Anything can help,” he replied.

The old elf laughed. “Oh, about three in the morning I'd say,” he replied and looked out the window. “I haven't seen anything like it since the war,” he said off hand, his voice trailing off. The last war was before Cornell's time, about twenty years. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“It's an old vampire terror tactic, they would kidnap our buddies in the dark and return them in pieces, sucked dry,” Risbu replied and shuddered. “I don't like talking about it much. You know, it's all terrible,” he said, voice not as strong. “Vampires, have there been any around we can talk to?” Cornell replied as he raised an eyebrow.

“I didn't serve for fifty years in the Last Light Alliance just so I could turn around and serve those razor tooth freaks, there are no vampires in Larenville. It's why I moved to the Vanir. Most sunlight of any of the kingdoms, it keeps most of them clear,” he said with anger.

“Alright old timer, relax. I didn't mean to bring up anything. I just need to find every answer,” Cornell asked, but now he felt like the old man knew more than he was telling. “No, I don't know anything else. I don't know why some maniacs would show up here and leave their work like it was some kind of art project. But I didn't see anything, but the camera might have,” Risbu replied and started moving towards the counter.

Cornell followed him. “Well let's see the footage,” he replied and Risbu nodded. He got behind the counter and pushed a few buttons. A screen popped up out of it. “I'll play the last few hours,” he said and pushed the button. Cornell watched. All it showed was the inside of the store. Seeing anything from this angle was going to be almost impossible.

Risbu sped up the footage to just before three in the morning. Neither of them saw anything that had changed. “Are you sure about what time you heard it?” Cornell asked, already getting a little impatient. Just before the old man answered, the outside windows flashed with bright purple light. There was no sound but the light only lasted a few seconds. “I swear I never saw any light like that. I just heard that weird sound,” Risbu replied. Cornell didn't believe him, but that was just part of the job.

“Can I keep this footage?” he asked and the man looked at him. “Do you have a warrant?” Risbu asked right back. Cornell narrowed his eyes just a little, his frustration was rising. “Kidding, young Elf, take it. If it helps put the people behind this away I'll sleep easier,” Risbu said with a laugh. Cornell didn't want to play games today, his sense of humor was wearing thin already this hot morning.

“Thank you, and if you remember anything, call me,” Cornell said and a white business card appeared in his hand. “Sure, the name is Andy Risbu, if I call at least you'll know my name,” he said. Cornell nodded as Risbu handed him the disc that was in the machine. Cornell took it and, smiled and started walking towards the door.

“Not even a thanks, damn kids today,” Andy said mostly to himself as Cornell walked out of the building.

Jenny had her own theories. There was a crowd of villagers gathering just outside the barrier line. She put on her best smile and walked towards the crowd. “Does anyone know anything?” she asked the crowd as she walked in their direction. “Anything can help, any detail, any ideas, theories, leads. Anything,” she said again as she approached the crowd.

No one was too eager to say anything. “We don't talk to Pixies,” someone yelled out from the back. “Who said that?” Jenny asked and stared into the crowd with her deep brown eyes. No one answered.

“I am a Mystic Force Detective. I am one of the only people who gives a damn about protecting you out here way out in the middle of this dusty wasteland. The people who did this, they can come back at anytime and do it again, so I ask you again, what one of you inbred hicks decided that now was a good time to be a loudmouthed idiot?” she asked again with force. Her black hair began to shimmer with golden energy as the anger grew.

“Okay, it was me,” a man came walking through the crowd. He was and older elf dressed in a red shirt and blue jeans. His green eyes narrowed at her as he came into view. “Great, why?” she asked in a hurry. “Pixies are evil, you are evil. You shouldn't be here,” he replied and she shook her head. “You elves, I swear you get worse every year. Tell you what, if you decide to tell me what you know. I'll leave and you'll never see me again. If you don't. If you hold anything back I will make sure a whole horde of Pixies just like me come down and scour every single piece of evidence out of this place we can get, come clean now,” Jenny said and the man swallowed, the fear in his green eyes was easily seen.

“I don't, I swear I don't know anything. Drank last night at the Arrow and Quiver. I woke up just a couple of hours ago,” he said and Jenny rolled her eyes. “Okay, how about anyone else. Surely someone saw something,” Jenny said again. Hoping to get some kind of a lead.

“I did,” someone said, someone young. Jenny turned her attention to the barely thirteen-year-old elf. She walked to her. “What did you see?” she asked. “It was a man. He was dressed all in green. It was only for a split second. He made a weird movement his hands. There was a purple light. The…they appeared on the ground as you see them now,” she said, trying to remember everything. “Then the green man left,” she said and Jenny needed more.

“How tall, old, anything you can remember,” she asked, trying to soften her voice then. “No, the green was like a cloak. I saw nothing. But he was about as tall as him,” she pointed. Jenny turned and looked only to see Cornell walking in her direction. “Thanks,” she replied and walked over to him.

“Get anything useful?” she asked. “Just some bad video footage of a strange purple light,” he said and she nodded. “Yeah. Someone saw a person all in green doing some magic, but that's about it,” Jenny replied and Cornell shook his head. “Well this whole thing is likely a message of some kind, but is it for us, or for this whole town? I guess we'll be stuck here for a while to try and figure it all out,” he said. “Damn it,” she replied, feeling a whole lot less comfortable after her last encounter.

“Don't be so upset about it, it could be worse. We could be assigned to the Outside,” he replied and she nodded. “Alright, we'll set up at the hotel, hope its not a complete disaster. Then we see what we can find out from there,” she said and Cornell nodded. It was a good as plan as any.

Chapter Two

In Larenville, there was only one place to stay. A place called the Pleasant Dream Inn. It wasn't always a place to stay, that was easy to tell by the looks of it. It was two stories high and each room appeared to have a window. The place was a light green and it stood out intentionally with the mostly red surrounding dirt. The sign was old and the paint was cracked due to exposure from the elements.

The two of them walked through the front door, there was a young elf girl in an equally green uniform there at the front desk “Hello,” she said just as cheerfully as she would any other customer, smiled too. “I don't trust this one,” Cornell said under his breath. Jenny narrowed her eyes and took over.

“Yeah, we'll need one room for an unspecified amount of time,” she said and a black card appeared in her hand and she put it on the desk. The desk clerk took it. “Oh my, Mystic Force cards are pretty rare around these parts,” she said and put it through the slider. A second later the computer beeped. “Looks like everything is in order, you'll be in room eighteen, just let us know when you're ready to check out,” she said and Cornell nodded as the key cards were handed over. They both took one and started down the hall towards their room.

The desk clerk narrowed her eyes as they walked down the hall and turned out of sight. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Yeah, those Detectives aren't leaving town anytime soon. They are staying here,” she said quietly. “Alright, you got it,” she said and hung up the phone.

Cornell and Jenny made there way into the room. The place was about as basic as rooms came. “Man, I hope the air unit isn't broken,” Cornell said looking around, he didn't even see anything to make the room cooler. “Don't worry about it, nothing a little magic can't fix,” Jenny replied. “Lome” she said and with a wave of her hand the sweltering heat of the room melted away and it was comfortable again. “See, I got it covered,” she said and smiled.

“Thanks,” Cornell replied and looked out the window. From here he could see where they found the bodies. “Any idea of where to start looking?” Jenny asked. “Not even one, but we know someone doesn't like elves, they picked here for a reason and someone in green did it,” Cornell replied. It wasn't much to go on but it was a start.

“And they don't like Pixies, either,” she said and shook her head. “Yeah, not everyone is over the war, especially the elves. It takes a long time for people to get over stuff like that,” he replied and knew this was going to be a tough case to crack. “But who cares what these people think. We have a job to do,” he finished. “First thing is to find out who the victims were and what their connection to this town is,” she said and he nodded.

“The coroner's tent is only a mile outside of town, it's hidden. They won't have any information yet,” she said and got an idea. “I wonder if this a revenge thing, six elves drained in a dead end town, this place has to mean something to the one who did this,” she added. “I'll ask around town, see what I can dig up,” she said and smiled.

“No, you go to the coroner tent and see if they have anything, if they don't make them work harder. Your presence here has already riled up the locals more than enough. No matter what form you take they'll be looking for you. Let them forget a little bit,” Cornell said and she glared at him. “Trust me on this one. I'll ask around, you find out who the dead ones are,” he repeated. “Fine,” she replied and disappeared in a plume of sparkling gold dust and disappeared into nothing as it hit the floor.

Cornell took a look around the room and walked towards the door. As he walked towards the door. He tossed a silver coin on the floor in a far corner, it landed with the bird facing up. Then he left the room and walked back down the hall. The girl behind the desk wasn't there anymore, he'd question her later.

He walked out of the inn and straight back into the sun and heat. The village was as quiet as it was before, maybe even a little more. Right now, the place almost looked abandoned. The old man in the store was already questioned, but maybe there were other cameras that got a better point of view of what happened. Cornell wasn't going to believe the story about anything without some evidence. It could have all been made up from the wild imagination of a teenager, or a deliberate attempt to throw them off the trail.

Cornell walked to another business, Red King's Diner, it was called. However, when he got the door there was a notice made out of bright orange paper on it and he read it. “Closed for town meeting, will reopen in one hour,” he said as he read it and he was curious. Looking up and down the street, every business around had a similar notice on the door. “Are you serious right now, the whole town shut down, but where did everyone go?” he asked and looked up the road. Like most small towns in the desert, all the main businesses were on the main road in the center.

At the far end was a church dedicated to the Goddess Loa. It was old and stained with the red dust of the ages. It also appeared big enough to hold everyone in town. There was only one place they could have been, so he began to walk down the road.

Something about the place was making him feel off. He had been to hundreds of places just like this, but none of them had ever been like this in the middle of the day before. It was strange.

Cornell made it to the church and put his hand around the handle of the door, then he stopped and looked around. No one was watching him, and his natural elf senses didn't detect anyone sneaking about or standing guard.

“I'll see what this meeting is all about,” he said and took his hand off the door, walked to the side. He pulled out a copper coin and held it against the wall. In a few seconds he could hear the low murmur of a crowd inside.

“Alright, everyone please sit down,” a woman's voice said. Cornell supposed that this was the Mayor of the town, or something like it. There was a shuffling of feet and everything went quiet. “Let this meeting come to order,” she said and Cornell was already getting tired of standing here and wished they'd get on with it.

“As you know we have had a tragic event in this town and we have two Detectives poking around,” she said, and continued. “I want you all to tell them everything they need to know,” she said and Cornell thought that was strange. Why would she say it like that?

“What about the Pixie?” someone yelled out in anger. “Listen, I know you're all upset about that. All we can do is endure it until they go away. If we tell them everything we know about it, they'll go away that much sooner,” she replied to the man.

“Who even called Mystic Force, we have our own cops. Someone in this room is a traitor,” a deep voice cried out. “I don't know who called them, but it doesn't matter,” the woman in charge replied. “They'll all be gone soon enough,” she said.

“So just act natural and relax. If they ask about the meeting, tell them it was a vigil or something for the victims, if they ask why, just say it was tradition for the dead,” she said. Cornell wondered if there was some kind of town secret, why they all had to be reminded not to say anything about it he wasn't too sure.

“But just for a little reinforcement,” she said. “Halivate” she said and the magic of his listening coin and whatever spell she just cast had a horrible feed back effect. The screeching noise made him step back from the wall. “Memory blocker?” Cornell asked himself. He was familiar with the spell. Low life criminals used it to erase memories, but it only lasted a few days at the most.

He learned something. First, someone in authority of the town knew magic, and second, everyone was in on a bigger secret. But that didn't mean it was something illegal, but now he didn't know if it was connected to this case or not. Also, this woman blocked everyone's memories without their permission. Cornell could have arrested her for that, but that would ruin everything. He planned to follow this and see where the trail led.

“Alright everyone, that concludes our meeting, don't forget to come to services tonight,” she said in a totally different tone of voice. Then the low murmur of the crowd picked up and he could hear footsteps starting to move towards the door. Not wanting to be seen by anyone he walked to the back of the building. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, started to think about what to do from here.

Chapter Three

Jenny appeared in the tent just outside of town in golden plume of dust. No one was startled by her appearance. “Tell me you have something that we can use as a lead,” she said, getting the point. “Lots of things, and at the same time nothing,” Dorf replied. Dorf was a Dwarf in a white protection suit with dark blue gloves.

“Out with it, I am in no mood for games,” she said and he looked at her. “Are you ever?” he asked and brought his attention back to the bodies on the table. “Aside from the obvious, we don't know how they were drained. We didn't find any puncture marks on the body. We assume that the pieces were drained one at a time,” he said.

“What kind of maniac does that?” she asked and Dorf just shrugged. “No idea, but who or what ever it was did really nice work. I mean look at the edges. If I didn't know better I'd say a this was a Razorhorn's art project or something,” he said and continued. “We do know these elves never worked much, nor were they even from here. The sand people are no where near this pale. There isn't anything on the missing persons line yet so who knows who they are,” he finished.

“Any magic energy on them?” Jenny asked, she knew there still had to be something. “Yeah, a low level teleport spell most second or third year mages could do. That doesn't help us much, but it does give us a range estimate,” he said. “Yeah, ten miles is the limit for the basic port spells, if it was. Cornell said he has footage of a weird purple light so it could be a proxy spell, too,” she said. Dorf frowned.

“If it was, it's impossible to know where it came from. But Proxy spells are really hard to pull off, so if it is, we are looking for a graduated mage or something bigger. Vanir keeps track of all the mages so that might narrow the list a little,” Dorf said. “I'll get looking into that. Do you know anything about this place Larenville? Why do they hate Pixies so much?” Jenny asked.

Dorf looked away. “History is such a pain in the neck,” he said. “Come on, tell me. It would make my life easier,” she replied. “I doubt it, listen. It was a century ago. I think you should just let it go, endure the annoyance and get out. If you really want to know just, well, look up the history on your own. Not the government standard stuff though, look deeper,” Dorf said and looked away.

Jenny didn't know what to think of all that but decided it wasn't that important. “Alright, whatever. I'm going to get started and see what mages are able to cast a port spell like that. If you find out anything else about the victims, let me know,” she said and walked away, moved towards a computer station on the wall.

Police work was the worst part of the job. Digging through endless lists, notes and all the lies people liked to tell was tedious to say the least. She sat down at the chair and quickly logged in under her name and looked up the mage registration list. The majority of the list were the new mages and beginners. Those part of the lists she closed out. The one she was looking for could pull off some pretty impressive tricks so she refined her search. Jenny typed in the search box at the top, Proxy.

The first one on the list was the Henne Ashe, Arch mage of the Cosmic Flame and head master of the Yondo Tower. Jenny was sure this one would easily be capable of doing something like this but, there was little to motive for it. Unless the mage was secretly insane or something and no one knew it, she could cut this one off the list, maybe.

The next one on the list was Master Zincol Roud. Royal Mage of Vanir. This guy rarely ever left Arket Palace. There was little reason to suspect him in this madness either. Both of these locations were nowhere near village anyway, it would have been a massive waste of energy to teleport such a vast distance to dump some bodies, besides, why would you leave them in the middle of a village. That didn't make any sense.

The last one on this short list was a name called Professor Zozo. Former Leader of the Firewalkers, exiled due to unethical experiments. Believed to be dead. Jenny read almost out loud and rolled her eyes.

“Well if anyone screams I'm a bad guy, this is it. Too bad we don't know where he is,” she said and decided that enough time was spent hanging around the dead things. It was time to head back to town. Jenny disappeared in that same plume of golden dust.

Seconds later she reformed in their hotel room. It looked just like they left it. Cornell wasn't back yet, however, her eye went right to the silver coin. It was procedure to place them in any room to make sure no one had broken into it. However, the coin was dragon side up. Someone had been in here and it wasn't them. Jenny cursed her luck, she didn't think that would happen so soon but who ever it was, didn't know about the coin. Not many people did.

Jenny walked over to the coin and was about to pick it up when the door opened. She turned around to see Cornell walking inside. He was about to say something when she pointed at the coin, showing it was turned over. Cornell rolled his eyes but then motioned her to press it.